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Monday, 12 August 2013
Keyhole Bells
The band that is holding everything together is flexible but hard. The surface is bumpy like tiny pebbles on the ground. It's the shape of a keyhole. A wooden cylinder shaped pole is the handle. It's rough and dented. Water stains cover the smooth glassy bells. Inside the bells little balls tumble and turn. The bells ring out strongly, like the ones on Santa's sleigh.
Sunday, 11 August 2013
Soccer Ball
White, round, black.
A white sphere with a black tint.
You can dye them red or blue or green or purple, or a mix of them all.
The soccer ball is the source of soccer, it can not be played without it.
After a rough game, the soccer ball has lived its life.
Brown tattered, old.
by Joel
A white sphere with a black tint.
You can dye them red or blue or green or purple, or a mix of them all.
The soccer ball is the source of soccer, it can not be played without it.
After a rough game, the soccer ball has lived its life.
Brown tattered, old.
by Joel
Monday, 5 August 2013
Swim safe
Today was swim safe. Luckily I had bought my togs because we had just come back from two weeks holiday. I was very excited because I love the water, I'm basically a water baby. We had to be back at the class at 1:15 from lunch. During the time I had I ran to the toilets and got changed. I slipped on my turquoise one piece togs and put my awesome black board shorts over them. I then put my uniform on over it so I would keep warm and no one would see it. I put my other things in my swimming bag and hung it up with my school bag. I hung around class just in case so I could get inside quick. When it was time I put on my shoes and sat down with my bag. "Buddies on the bus Izzy?" I whispered. She nodded and when we walked to the bus we sat down together. We got to swim safe. I fast walked to the changing rooms and threw off my togs. We lined up first and then walked to the cold-ish pools. Blake hopped into the pool with me following close behind. The instructed made us do a few laps of different things and then we had to get out. The worst thing was I had grown used to the pool so when we hopped out it was FREEZING!. We had to do this every week but Friday was a special day. We got to buy something from the vending machines or the kiosk and my group, as well as others, got to jump off the diving board. When I got home on Friday I gobbled my crunchier bar and cookie time YUM!
Swimsafe
Day one:
Sliding into the pool. 'Warming' up. Swimming lap after lap. Clambering out. Jumping nervously into the diving pool with my noodle.
Day two:
Hopping in. Splashing around. Tasks to swim. Into the diving pool again.(Without my noodle). Having fun.
Day three:
Jumping into the pool. Tiring laps. Leaping into the diving pool. Jumping in again and again. One word to describe it? Awesome!
Day four:
Sitting on the cold, hard seat. Glancing nervously at the diving board that was looming dangerously over the deep diving pool. Climbing reluctantly up the stairs. Every step taking me closer to the terrifying aqua-coloured board. Arriving at the top. Walking gingerly to the edge. Don't look down, don't look down. Too late. Closed my eyes then jumped off. Freefalling. Shouldn't I be in the water now?SPLASH!! Sinking down, down into the water. Gasping for air. Thrashing wildly. Big grin plastered on my face.
Day five:
Leaping off the side into the diving pool. Popping up just in time to see Blake climbing up the stairs, drawing nearer to the board. Clambering out to turn around and see Blake leaping off the board.
I holler over to my friends but they don't seem to hear me. Then they come over. I wave to them then jump in. As I resurfaced, Blake nearly landed on top of me. To end it all, the whole class did a mexican wave into the pool.
By: Joy
Sliding into the pool. 'Warming' up. Swimming lap after lap. Clambering out. Jumping nervously into the diving pool with my noodle.
Day two:
Hopping in. Splashing around. Tasks to swim. Into the diving pool again.(Without my noodle). Having fun.
Day three:
Jumping into the pool. Tiring laps. Leaping into the diving pool. Jumping in again and again. One word to describe it? Awesome!
Day four:
Sitting on the cold, hard seat. Glancing nervously at the diving board that was looming dangerously over the deep diving pool. Climbing reluctantly up the stairs. Every step taking me closer to the terrifying aqua-coloured board. Arriving at the top. Walking gingerly to the edge. Don't look down, don't look down. Too late. Closed my eyes then jumped off. Freefalling. Shouldn't I be in the water now?SPLASH!! Sinking down, down into the water. Gasping for air. Thrashing wildly. Big grin plastered on my face.
Day five:
Leaping off the side into the diving pool. Popping up just in time to see Blake climbing up the stairs, drawing nearer to the board. Clambering out to turn around and see Blake leaping off the board.
I holler over to my friends but they don't seem to hear me. Then they come over. I wave to them then jump in. As I resurfaced, Blake nearly landed on top of me. To end it all, the whole class did a mexican wave into the pool.
By: Joy
Saturday, 3 August 2013
Swimsafe photos
What a great week we had at Swimsafe. The children grew in confidence so much over the week and it was really nice to see many of the children going up to their instructors to thank them for the week's lessons.
Room 3 debating stars!
This Saturday these children were being filmed debating issues around own grown fruit and vegetables, versus store bought.
They were AMAZING!
They were AMAZING!
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