My Updated Status!

Hi my name is Danisha I am now 12 years old I have hazel brown eye with light brown hair and red highlights I am in room 8 this, this year I am a year 7. My teachers names are Mr Wong and Miss Kyla, they are like the best I am going to miss them the most when I got to college and YOU Miss Aireen!

What? (My poem)

What?
'Pigs might fly,' is often heard,
For things that truly are absurd.
But what of soaring Pachyderms?
Irrelephant's the proper term!

Art is Hard!

Painting's really difficult,
With pencils I'm nonplussed.
Charcoal just gets everywhere,
And crayons are a bust.

Art is Hard!!

Pastels are too tricky,
And pens, they lead to splodge.
Gluing's just too sticky,
Papier-mâché I just bodge.

Art is really taxing,
This creating tires me out.
And I'm really far too messy,
Of that I have no doubt.

So there's paint upon the ceiling,
And pencil on the chair.
There's pastel dust just everywhere,
Mum's shrieking with despair.

Our dog's stuck to his basket,
Crayon scrawled across the door.
I think it will be quite a while,
'till I create once more!

Factmonster Math Flashcard

Today I did a maths task on my addition flash cards here is the link

 if you 

would like to play it.

http://www.factmonster.com/math/flashcard.html?op[0]=addition&level=1

My Addition Triangle

How the whale got his blow hole

How the whale got his blow hole

Long, long ago there was a whale named Joe, and he was 18 years old. Joe was cool and sensitive, but he loved to swim in oceans deep blue sea.  One day he

thought he was smart, and went off on his own. Of course he was 18, but in whale years, that’s young, so he swam to a near by underwater village to search for food.

Joe saw a flock of fish swimming through the pale white coral reef, he whispered to himself, “Delicious!”  Joe went straight for the colourful yummy looking fish, then suddenly. . .

Joe felt a sharp blade stab down on his back. The sharp blade of a harpoon.  Whalers were looking down on him from the surface of the water.  He went into a sudden shock, and started to move. Joe tried to get the pain away, but he couldn’t move. Soon he was unconscious.

After 3 minutes, he was awaken. Joe saw blankness in a distance, and then a gigantic black shadow came towards Joe. It was his father, he had scared away the whalers.  As he came closer to Joe, he started to cry because there was blood coming out of Joe’s back, the cloud of blood started to expand in the blue ocean.

The dark red blood was mixing with the oceans glimmering blue water, so Joe’s dad wiped the blood off with his big fin. It was an oval hole (which was the blow hole), the hole was connected to his mouth then it shot out water into his face. He looked scared that he might lose his son, but as that blood sank to the bottom of the deep blue sea, it created a beautiful big red coral so when Joe’s somewhere else it’s like he was by the coral sleeping right next to it.

I'b god a code poem.

I'b god a code
By Kenn Nesbitt

"I’b sick," I pout ad blow my doze.
"I’b misseeg all by favorite shows.
I hab to stay id bed, you see.
My mob wode led me watch TB.
She breegs me chicked soup ad says
that I should try to get sub rest.
Bud I’b too bored ad icky feeleeg,
yired of stareeg ad the ceileeg,
achy, cougheeg, stuffed up, too.
Bud thaks for askeeg. How are you?"

Fridays addition triangle

Danisha and Taylors Addition Triangle

Today during maths time me and my friend Taylor did this addition triangle
it was a bit challenging. The skills that we practised were our addition.

My addition Triangle