Night sky-By Izzy

The wind is a bullet, shooting though the night sky, whistling though the trees and piercing the blanket of the night sky. The stars gleam down on me just like my little sisters eyes did when I just saw her. The moon shines upon my window, like my bed lamp blinding my eyes. My bed room over looks the beach with lapping waves that wash up on the sand dunes and some wear a seagull was perched on the jetty. Nobody is awake other than of course me. If only, I could explore the night. And its features beyond my sightings. A rain drop dribbled down my window, and sleep comes across me.

By Izzy

Room 3's debate. Kids should be allowed to bring mobile phones into the classroom!

Jaime and Lucas' refection about the poem Suburbia

the demanding debate

The demanding debate. People having cell-phones in class.
 Affirmative or against.
I was against people having sell phones in class( and i'm mighty proud and lucky).
My turn next , my hands are sweating holding on to my book with my main ideas in the pages. I'm fired up with ideas acting like a whirlpool in my head, all the good ones swarm to the middle and the bad ones rub against the outskirts of the forest  trying to break free.
I stand up ready to protest and the ideas spew from my mouth like a water fall.
before I know it I am told to discontinue my list of ideas.

BLAKE

Band

Band

Band is a group, play great music

Its a heap of instruments, playing some famous songs

So many people with different roles

Band is something I like being in

Band

By Conor

Music

Music

Music is something that you hear

It can move you, it can understand you

Good music, bad music

Everyone likes music

On the radio, on the CDs

Music is our life

Music

By Conor

Clouds

Clouds are boats, floating in the sky.

Clouds are people, being bullied by the wind.

Clouds are shapes, randomly scattered in the sky.

Clouds are vital, carrying a source of water.

Joy