Stations of the Cross... Easter Story

As a class we have developed some ideas around the Easter Story and the different events which happened to Jesus. We wanted to convey the story of Easter in an interactive and interesting way and this is what we have accomplished...
-We have looked at using shadows to illustrate the different stations and had a lot of fun trying to figure out the best ways to move our bodies to demonstrate what we think may have happened at the time.
-Students also learnt, performed and sung the song which is played in the background.
-Alongside this is a classroom display which supports our learning and understandings about the Easter Story... Photos to come!

We hope you enjoy!

Life Education Bus

Harold is teaching us about how to be a good friends and building positive relationships
We were left with a 'cliffhanger'.... what is going to happen next in our friendship story?

Thought for the week:

Looking at Easter coming up, our thought for this week has come from this image below which simply reads...
'It wasn't the nails which held him there"?

Before Miss Lind finished this sentence for us, we had to come up with our wonderings about the image some which includes:

"I wonder what held Jesus up on the cross?"
"I wonder if he is sad?"
"I wonder what the nails felt like, if they are still there?"
"I wonder if He got splinters in His body from the rough wood?"
"I wonder how Jesus felt on the cross?"
"I wonder if Jesus was mad at God for making Him go through what he did?"
"I wonder why Jesus did it for me?"

Once we shared our wonderings Miss Lind finished the statement for us...

"It wasn't the nails which held Jesus to the cross, It was Love"

1 Corinthians 13:13 says: 'And now these three things remain,
faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is LOVE'

Cliffhangers

We have been writing and creating our own cliffhangers. As a class we have learnt that a cliffhanger is a way to end a story, it leaves the reader wanting more. 

We are gearing up for all of the ANZAC work which is in stall and are really unpacking how to show and not tell the reader what is happening in our stories. 

Telling: Is supplying the reader with information

Showing: Making the reader feel like they are there. Uses our emotions- it is 'evoking' the reader as they go through our stories.

The way we write cliffhangers is by using dialogue which is a conversation had between characters, a descriptive seen where we are describing the events which are taking place and creating a scene in the readers mind or we can leave the reader with a question. 

We are currently in the drafting stages of our 'Cliffhanger' stories and will publish these next week. 

Ripper Rugby

This week we had ripper rugby skill training. We were able to improve our passing and ball skills, as well as learn how to work together against each team.

Food Fair

Food Fair was a great success and boy did we have a lot of fun and a lot of cakes!!
Here are just some of our amazing helpers who came out to help run the day! They did a superb job selling the tickets and advertising the amazing cakes!
Well done year 6!

Book Character Day

We had so much thought and effort go into our book character day costumes!
We wrote a descriptive 'Who am I?' piece where each of us were given another student in the classroom to describe by showing and not telling what they looked like and who they were dressed up as. We had a lot of fun in our costumes!
See if you can guess who each of us are...

Beginning 'hooks' from our personal narratives

"It was like driving into a dessert there was nothing there.  All I could think of was just as well I was not alone." By Campbell

"Gazing at the hot scorching sun holding you in my arms.”Oh fine i’ll take you for a walk”." By Hotili

"Crash! I hit the ground, times up. My coach calls my mum they both sprint towards me, my eyes watering, the shock leaving as the river of tears crawl down down my face like a giant tarantula…" By Sylvia

"It was ice cold, I started to shiver and glared down at the sparkling white snow" By Zyanya

"I wondered why there was food, I wondered why there were decorations everywhere?" By Aedrick

"All you could hear was the waves splashing up against the rocks and the wind blowing on the trees everywhere. You could see presents splatted all over the ground and the excitement in everybody's face." By Tessa

"The waves crashing beneath the surface is all I could see. The seaweed trying to get untangled as we drove to the rocky beach. In horror I glanced around as the loud waves were pushing through trying to wash us out to sea. As I tried to scream, dad parked in a safe place. "Oh my!" I said." By Eleni

"I was looking out the frosty window and I saw snow drifting down from the sky. Suddenly I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. I sprinted outside it definitely wasn’t stopping." By Seb

"I was so excited as we walked through the door. His fur was this, his tail was pounding on the ground." By Baxter

Personal Narratives:

This week we have been doing personal narrative writing which is about one of our favourite or special memories that we have had in our life. We have been looking specifically at descriptive language, to begin the story with a hook and paint a picture for the reader.

Small Cries of Sadness
My heart sank, my mouth froze, my smile faded and then my eyes swelled up with tears. I sat on the side of the couch as she just managed to mouth the words, "I love you child, God bless you" in dutch. The pale face figure lying in her bed made me speechlessly ill. Inside I had cars zooming around my stomache, butterflies flapping their wings and big, big, big rain clouds forming. 
My head was a spinning top going around and around. I looked down at my bright pink top and thought 'I would give anything to make Omie look normal again'. The tragic sound of silence was hardly bearable, I just wanted my happy, spiritual, loving and trusting Omie back, I wanted her pale white ghost like face to fade away into a peach like color just how I always remember. 
Then suddenly I heard it, the lively singing started, "Glory to God, Glory to God" it said. The rejoicing sound then finished.
"Again" said the pale faced woman, but then it happened, the scary sound of heavy breathing that I knew would happen started... "NO!" I cried, but it was too late. The pale face faded and instead of that peach colour, it was grey.
Omie was gone and that was it. "Is she-" I cried, but Oma didn't answer, neither did mum, neither did day, neither did Lara or Same or anyone. All that we could hear was the small cries of sadness.
By Hannah Miller

Winning my Medal

As I stand up onto the block, nervousness is buzzing all through my body, but I know I that I have to pull myself together. ‘’Take your marks, BEEP!’’ I push myself  off the block, and as I hit the water I know that I can win this medal.

Halalova and I stride into the plane and glance around for our seats. “I found them!”, I exclaimed. We take our seats and get comfortable. When the plane takes off I gaze out the window, and when we get higher, buildings become as miniture as ants, and cars are creeping along like beetles. Once we are up in the clouds I saw the ocean. Its waters are dazzling in the sunlight, and islands look like little worlds of their own.

As we get out of the the plane we collect our luggage and we head towards the car and start heading towards the dreaded Auckland traffic.

We were up bright and early the next day, ready for an excellent day of racing. Once we were at the pool we started warming up, and as usual, it was CHAOS! There were at least 15 people in each lane! We managed to get in a lane with only 10 people in it.

After warm up I had to go straight to marshalling. I was in heat 2 of 2. I was so nervous, my body was shaking all over, but I knew I could do this. My WHOLE team were there to back me up. Before I knew it the first heat were gone and it was our turn. As the whistle blew I stood up on the block and I positioned myself. “Take your marks, BEEP!” I dove into the water and the coolness of the water splashed all over me, and  wave of energy washed over my body.  The first length was over and I only had one chance. Every time I breathed I could hear my coach whistling. Every Time I heard him whistling, I put extra power in my kicks. Only 5 meters left! I gave it all I had. ‘SMACK!’ I touched the wall and a wave of relief washed over me. I looked up to the board that had our names on it. Next to my name it had 1.33.44. The happiness was bursting out of me! I broke my personal best and I had come 2nd!! As the 11 year old girls dove in, I knew that I would NEVER forget this AMAZING memory!!

The End…………