Thursday, December 1, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Ragkill finished!!!!
Today is a great day for the world Ragkill is finished. I didn't like the spots that use to be on it so I decided to repaint him with green and put small orange dots and they looked much better.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Band rotunda
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Talent development
Talent development change
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Ragkill update
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Talent development "Ragkill"
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Talent development
Science
Today at science we learned about the Mobius strip and the Klein bottle. The Mobius strip is a one surface circle. The Klein bottle is a bottle without any inside or outside.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Today at enrich
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Talent development
Monday, August 1, 2011
Teacher Comment
Isaac.
It was great to see your creative side come to life through your passion project. Your idea to write your own story and to record it onto an audio CD for the children in Christchurch effected by the earthquake was awesome. You persevered with this topic which is a great skill to have. You use your time at Enrich wisely and remain on task throughout the day. You have a polite, relaxed manner which allows you to interact with other children easily. Keep up the hard work for next term.
Katie.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Passion project finished!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Jack and the beanstalk
So Jack went upstairs to his little room in the attic, and sad and sorry he was, to be sure, as much for the monster's sake as for the loss of his supper.
At last he dropped off to sleep.
When he woke up, the room looked so funny. The sun was shining into part of it, and yet all the rest was quite dark and shady. So Jack jumped up and dressed himself and went to the window. And what do you think he saw? Why, the grenades the monster had thrown out of the window into the garden had blown a big crater which went down and down and down 'til it reached the the middle of the earth. The grenades had blown quite close past Jack's window, All he had to do was to open it and give a jump down onto the the crater which ran down just like a big slide. So Jack climbed, and he went down it 'til he reached the bottom. When he got there he found a long broad road going as straight as a dart. He walked, 'til he came to a great big tall house, and on the doorstep there was a enormous big tall woman.
"Good morning," says Jack, quite polite-like. "Could you be so kind as to give me some breakfast?"
"It's breakfast you want, is it?" says the great big tall woman. "It's breakfast you'll be if you don't move off from here. My man is a giant and there's nothing he likes better than boys broiled on toast. You'd better be moving on or he'll be coming."
"Oh! please, do give me something to eat. I've had nothing to eat since yesterday morning, really and truly," says Jack. "I may as well be broiled as die of hunger."
Well, the giant's wife was not half so bad after all. So she took Jack into the kitchen, and gave him a hunk of bread and cheese and a jug of milk. But Jack hadn't half finished these when thump! thump! thump! the whole house began to tremble with the noise of someone coming.
"Goodness gracious me! It's my old man," said the giant's wife. "What on earth shall I do? Come along quick and jump in here." And she bundled Jack into the oven just as the giant came in.
He was a big one, to be sure. At his belt he had three calves strung up by the heels, and he unhooked them and threw them down on the table and said, "Here, wife, broil me a couple of these for breakfast. Ah! what's this I smell?
fum-fo-fi-fe,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead,
I'll have his bones to grind my bread."
"Nonsense, dear," said his wife. "You' re dreaming. Or perhaps you smell the scraps of that little boy you liked so much for yesterday's dinner. Here, you go and have a wash and tidy up, and by the time you come back your breakfast'll be ready for you."
So off the giant went, and Jack was just going to jump out of the oven and run away when the woman told him not. "Wait till he's asleep," says she; "he always has a doze after breakfast."
Well, the giant had his breakfast, and after that he goes to a big chest and takes out a couple bags of Pyrite (fools gold), and he sits down and counts till at last his head began to nod and he began to snore till the whole house shook again.
Then Jack crept out on tiptoe from his oven, and as he was passing the giant, he took one of the bags of gold under his arm, and off he dashed till he came to the crater, and then he climbed up and climbed up till at last he got home and told the monster and showed her the pyrite and said, "Well, monster, wasn't I right about the grenades? They are really magical, you see."
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Passion project
"Go along," says Jack. "What would I do with grenades?"
"Ah! You don't know what these grenades are," said the man. "If you pull the pin and chuck them out the window then in the morning they blow right up to the sky."
"Really?" said Jack. "You don't say so."
"Yes, that is so. And if it doesn't turn out to be true you can have your rat back."
"Right," says Jack, and hands him over Scabber's halter and pockets the Grenades.
Jack goes back home, and as he hadn't gone very far it wasn't dusk by the time he got to his door.
"Back already, Jack?" said the monster . "I see you haven't got Scabber, so you've sold her. How much did you get for her?"
"You'll never guess, monster," says Jack.
"No, you don't say so. Good boy! Five pounds? Ten? Fifteen? No, it can't be twenty."
"I told you you couldn't guess. What do you say to these grenades? They're magical. pull the pin and chuck them out the window-- "
"What!" says the monster. "Have you been such a fool, such a dolt, such an idiot, as to give away my Scabber, the best milker in the parish, for a set of grenades ? Take that! Take that! Take that! And as for your precious grenades here they go out of the window. And now off with you to bed. Not a sip shall you drink, and not a bit shall you swallow this very night."
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Jack and the beanstalk.
There was once a poor monster who held a boy named Jack prisoner and a rat named Scabber prisoner. All they had to live on was the milk the rat gave every morning, which Jack carried to the market and sold. But one morning Scabber gave no milk, and they didn't know what to do.
"What shall we do, what shall we do?" said the monster, wringing her tentacles.
“Dunno” said Jack.
"We must sell Scabber and with the money start a shop, or something.” “Jack sell Scabber and give me the money or I’ll eat you”
So Jack took the rat's halter in his hand, and off he went. He hadn't gone far when he met a funny-looking old man, who said to him, "Good morning, Jack."
"Good morning to you," said Jack, and wondered how he knew his name.
"Well, Jack, and where are you off to?" said the man.
"I'm going to market to sell our rat there."
"Ewww ," said the man. "I wonder if you know how many grenades make five?"
"Two in each hand and one in your mouth," says Jack, as sharp as a needle.
"Right you are," says the man, "and here they are, the very grenades themselves," he went on, pulling out of his pocket a number of strange-looking grenades. "As you are so sharp," says he, "I don't mind doing a swap with you -- your rat for these grenades."
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Gifted week
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Passion Project
Thursday, April 14, 2011
p4c
Thursday, April 7, 2011
fibonacci numbers
Thursday, March 24, 2011
p4c
This week I did p4c (philosophy for children) which is very hard and fun at the same time. Two weeks ago I did it as well, there were 2 questions, power or self pleasure? and wealth or friends?They are easy at first1,but when you hear reasons that everyone else are saying, your brain goes in circles.