This is my maths,
I’ve learn how to find the number of the letter that we had to find in equations. This was simply easy to do, but then again it could be hard for some. Do you understand this?
This is my literacy task for the week that we had to learn and finish. We watched a video about the punctuation and where to find speech marks in a story. This was a task for my literacy class to do together so we could try finish it early. We had to be the teacher for the last 2 and correct any spelling or punctuation mistakes.
“Hey! That was my customer!’’ screamed George,
“Too bad maybe I just have better shoes than you’ll ever have.’’ Thomas said with a smirk on his face.
“I have been selling shoes here for more than anyone else who has been here! And you think you can steal them?’’ George said in an angered tone.
Thomas whistled as he showed off the customers’ money to George, “You wont be getting this in a while’’ Thomas said laughing while watching George walk back inside his store.
“Oh I’ll show you customers money,’’ George had mumbled as he got out all his tools and started to make a shoe that he thought Thomas would never be able to beat.
The next day George walked out of the store showing off his brown shoe that he had been working so hard on.
“Pfft that pathetic thing is what you come up with? Hahaha!’’ Thomas laughed hysterically, as Thomas pressed a button that said copy at the bottom of his truck with his crane his truck started to shake and shake. Within a few seconds his shoe rack became full with all the shoes looking exactly like George’s, “Beat that!’’ Thomas said with an evil look.
George looked at the exact copy of shoes that Thomas had made but just more colourful, “Hey! That wasn’t fair, you can’t take my shoes and just make them your own!’’ George said in an angered voice.
“Well looks like I can’’ Thomas said
George walked back inside and thought of giving up until his shoes came and told George the plan with their shoe looking language. “Hmm that sounds like a good idea but I don’t think it’ll work.’’ George said in a sad voice. As George walked out of the store going towards Thomas, he was nervous and anxious about the idea until he got to Thomas.
“There you are,’’ Thomas said, “I see you have seen the note?’’ Thomas asked, as George gave the box and the note. “Well done,’’ Thomas said in a cheerful tone, “ Looks like somebody finally knows they can’t beat me.’’
George walked away as Thomas put on the golden shoes that were inside the box and then started to tap dance or just dance around.
George turned around “Ha! It worked!’’ George exclaimed as Thomas danced away and George lived happily ever after.
Task decription: This is my writing about two shoe makers that we had to do a conversation about and we had watched 2 videos. One of the videos were about learning how to use speech marks and when and where it could be said in a story and the 2nd video was the video about the two shoe makers that weren’t talking so we could use creative ideas and think of what they were thinking at least to make up our conversations. We couldn’t do a conversation that wasn’t themed with this story but we had to do a story that was related to the theme that the 2nd video had.
Today in cyber-smart, we were learning to make forms. My questions was Would you rather eat all the food you’d like or have as much money as you want?
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Task Description: This week me and my maths group have been learning about greater, smaller or equal signs. We had this task to complete to challenge our minds of what we learnt from our teacher and from the videos we had watched yesterday.
Some trees extended more towering than the cliffs. Damp moist soils were there wherever you looked, only elves never got lost. Everyone else that was different from elves would get lost and perish a few months after. Elves could climb trees and hop from one to another. It was quick and they’d be as quiet as a mouse if they tried to stalk for food.
The elves were well protected, by their leader Sade. He was a warrior to the elves to others, well not so much. Sade would always be a show-off to everyone and flex his story to the elves of the forest. Even the creatures were aggravated by the same stories every day. The elves all gossiped about Sade in shallow voices. There stood an elf and her name was Zala. She had blonde and brownish hair with dark forest green armour, and she had hazel eyes with vines surrounding her armour to help it stay together.
She didn’t care about Sade no matter how much he gossiped about his story, she’d always get annoyed if someone told her about it. “I know, I know!” Zala said, “You don’t have to come to me every day expecting me to say, “Wow! I didn’t know that” there is no point in his stupid stories if it’s not even true!” Zala said in an angered voice.”
Zala walked away with a red-tempered face, all the elves were looking at her. “Don’t worry,” Sade said, “she’ll come back,” But no one heard because they were too observant and focused on their conversations. And Zala stormed off to the soiled mountains, and sat on the edge of the mountain, Staring at the sky and hearing birds chirp and glide their way to their nesting homes. She questioned herself. “Why does nobody believe me?” She cried in a quiet voice. Did something catch her attention? Something…bright? She ran across the trees to the flaming light that grew brighter the closer she got the more that she could see, her curiosity just wanted to investigate it more.
By the time Zala reached the light, there was a levitating bright hole right in front of her. What could it possibly be? And why out of all places here? Could it be a portal leading to another dimension? Is it safe? So many questions Zala had that nobody could answer anyways. There were just so many questions in Zala’s mind that made her want to go inside it, so she did, and eventually fell from the sky. She screamed her lungs out. “AHHHHH!” her heart was beating at light speed, and her eyes widened with butterflies in her stomach. Then It was a few seconds before she tumbled to the ground, wounding her left arm as blood crept out of her skin and plunged group by group onto the damp wet soggy ground.
“Where am…I?” Zala said in a painful still voice, as she observed her location. Her face changed, as she lifted one eyebrow and the other down in curiousness. “This doesn’t look like home..” her voice shifted from an angry-tempered growl into a sorrowful sad voice. A twig fractured, leafs crinkled, Zala quickly did a three-sixty to see if anyone or anything was around but no, no one was there. She trudged quietly through the forest until she found an oversized immense castle towering taller than the forest. There was a loud rhythm that played in the sky, it sounded like the father clock, it got louder and louder, and as she covered her ears the sound just disappeared? “huh? How?” she questions herself. She ignored whatever happened and observed the castle from afar.
It was a pitch-black castle and thunderstruck above it, waves pushed back and forth but, extensive waves came back more decisive every time it happened, the castle placed on top of brutish rocks. There was this white pale lady that had black-pitched eyes and a white gown dress with paled skin her hair reached her ankles and it was dark brown. Zala hid behind the trees and disguised herself with damp wet soil and leaves. As she observed and breathed quietly the white lady had wandered around the castle, but how long exactly? Zala was the only elf and person there well except for the ghost of course.
Zala didn’t know what to do so she did what any stupid person would do in a story like this. She jumped into the water, and started to drown, she jumped in at the wrong time, Zala’s hands were trying to grasp to the surface but no. Something was pulling Zala’s right leg down to the ocean floor, “Help!!” Zala’s scream muffled underwater. The white paled lady heard and flew into the ocean, just staring at Zala, saying a spell or curse of some sort, and poof. Just like that waking up to reality, maybe it was a lucid dream but it surely didn’t feel like one. Who was that lady anyway? A relative? A lost spirit? What did the clock mean? What was the thing in the bush?
This was one of our task’s we had to finish this week, we had to choose an everyday object and I chose phones. It seems like I don’t much about phones history after all. This isn’t just the end of the history, there is more but it can’t fit so this is what I got out of it.
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