I am a Year 8 student at Tamaki Primary School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Kia Manawanui syndicate and my teachers are Ms Aireen and Whaea Petra.
Friday, 31 October 2014
Student Lead Study
This is my Student Lead Study that i have been doing for this term.
Wednesday, 15 October 2014
Danisha and Teina- 3D Shapes.
Today me and Teina did a google drawing on 3D Shapes, we
found out how many faces, edges and vertices there were to
these different shapes.
Wednesday, 24 September 2014
My Reading Learning Log
This slide is about my reading and what I need to work on and how I can help myself.
My dog Addition
My dog Addition
I got a new dog,Addition's his name,He got really fat,
Eating's his game!
Daily, Addition,
Doubles his weight,
Thinks doggy food,
Is tasty and great...He weighed just 4 pounds,
But added 4 more,8 pounds,
So fat,
Couldn't squeeze out the door...
Friday, 12 September 2014
Yankee Doodle in paris
Yankee doodle in paris
Yankee Doodle went to France,
With his golden VISA.
But he could not afford to buy
Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa.
Yankee Doodle went to France,
With his golden VISA.
But he could not afford to buy
Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa.
Monday, 8 September 2014
The Marvelous Homework and Housework Machine.
The Marvelous Homework and Housework Machine.
By Kenn Nesbitt.
Attention all students! Attention all kids!
Hold onto your horses! Hold onto your lids!
We have just exactly the thing that you need
whenever you’ve way too much homework to read.
By Kenn Nesbitt.
Attention all students! Attention all kids!
Hold onto your horses! Hold onto your lids!
We have just exactly the thing that you need
whenever you’ve way too much homework to read.
The Marvelous Homework and Housework Machine
will always make sure that your bedroom is clean.
It loves to write book reports ten pages long,
then put all your toys away where they belong.
will always make sure that your bedroom is clean.
It loves to write book reports ten pages long,
then put all your toys away where they belong.
This wonderful gadget will do all your math,
then mop up your messes and go take your bath.
The Marvelous Homework and Housework Machine
is truly like no other gizmo you’ve seen.
then mop up your messes and go take your bath.
The Marvelous Homework and Housework Machine
is truly like no other gizmo you’ve seen.
It hangs up your clothes on their hangers and hooks,
then reads all your boring geography books.
It brings you a pillow to give you a rest,
then brushes your teeth and prepares for your test.
then reads all your boring geography books.
It brings you a pillow to give you a rest,
then brushes your teeth and prepares for your test.
This thing is amazing—I’m sure you’ll agree.
It feeds you dessert while you’re watching TV.
There’s only one thing this device will not do:
It won’t eat your Brussels sprouts—they’re, like, PU!
It feeds you dessert while you’re watching TV.
There’s only one thing this device will not do:
It won’t eat your Brussels sprouts—they’re, like, PU!
Target Number
This is my Target Number
Labels:
awesome work,
Fun to do,
fun work,
Target Number,
Work
Code Game.
Today during maths time, I played a Code Game. It was about ordering Number Patterns.
Here is the link if you would like to play this The Code Game.
Wednesday, 3 September 2014
How to write and Respect poem.
When you treat people and things in a kind, considerate, and polite way, you are being respectful. Respect is very important at home, at school, and everywhere you go. When you show respect, you show that you care for other people’s feelings or that you care for belongings, buildings, streets, and nature.
To show how much respect you have for people and things, try writing a fun respect poem. The easiest way to do this is to make simple list of what it means to be respectful at school.
How to write and Respect Poem.
First start by making a quick list of how you can show respect at school. List poems seem to work best when they are written with a parallel structure; that is, when each line begins the same way and follows the same pattern. Here’s an example of what you can use to get started:
- I show respect for the bus driver by…
I show respect for my teacher by…
I show respect for the cafeteria monitor by…
I show respect for my fellow students by…
I show respect for the janitor by…
and so on.
Next, take the best lines and put them together in a poem. Remember to keep the parallel structure by following the same sentence pattern.
Here’s a sample poem that goes beyond showing respect at school:
How I Show Respect
I show respect for my parents by thanking them when they help me.
I show respect for my teachers by not yakking with my friends when they are teaching.
I show respect for my friends by not making fun of them.
I show respect for myself by doing the best job I can at school.
I show respect for my teachers by not yakking with my friends when they are teaching.
I show respect for my friends by not making fun of them.
I show respect for myself by doing the best job I can at school.
If you feel really creative, you can always play Aretha Franklin’s great song, "Respect," and then see if you can rewrite it with school-related lyrics.
But I’ll save that idea for another lesson.
What I am doing right now!
Right now I am doing Current because some people have gone on a Waitangi trip and some people have gone to rugby we have room 7 in here its cool becauuse most of my friends are in there. After my current events task I am going to my teacher to do my follow up task.
By Danisha
What I am doing right now!!
By Danisha
What I am doing right now!!
Bubble Bath
Bubble Bath
emptied my bubble bath into the tub,
Determined to get myself thoroughly scrubbed.
The bottle had said "ONLY ONE CAP OR TWO",
So I poured in the lot to see what it would do!
That still didn't seem quite enough to get clean,
So I followed it up with another fifteen.
Then three bars of soap and a dozen shampoo,
And two broken bath bombs to finish my brew!
I'll cut to the chase, this did not turn out well,
As the burbling, foaming bath bubbles did swell!
It wasn't all bad, I was clean and smelt sweet,
But outside my soap suds had buried the street!
emptied my bubble bath into the tub,
Determined to get myself thoroughly scrubbed.
The bottle had said "ONLY ONE CAP OR TWO",
So I poured in the lot to see what it would do!
That still didn't seem quite enough to get clean,
So I followed it up with another fifteen.
Then three bars of soap and a dozen shampoo,
And two broken bath bombs to finish my brew!
I'll cut to the chase, this did not turn out well,
As the burbling, foaming bath bubbles did swell!
It wasn't all bad, I was clean and smelt sweet,
But outside my soap suds had buried the street!
Tuesday, 2 September 2014
The Number thief 5x.
I was in my own bedroom,
Or was it the den?
I was writing with crayons,
Or was it a pen?
What I remember?
Almost nothing at all!
My parents were out,
They’d gone to the mall,
I was home all-alone,
A drink in my cup,
Hoping the thief,
Wouldn’t show up!
Number thief was,
That small little man,
Who would steal all my numbers,
I wasn’t his fan!
He'd come to my house,
Like 10 times a year,
For the last 5 years,
We'd been living right there...
Or was it the den?
I was writing with crayons,
Or was it a pen?
What I remember?
Almost nothing at all!
My parents were out,
They’d gone to the mall,
I was home all-alone,
A drink in my cup,
Hoping the thief,
Wouldn’t show up!
Number thief was,
That small little man,
Who would steal all my numbers,
I wasn’t his fan!
He'd come to my house,
Like 10 times a year,
For the last 5 years,
We'd been living right there...
How many times had the number thief come to my house in all?
Giant Green Giraffe!!
A giant, goofy,
Green giraffe,
Had a ten-foot neck,
Giant Green Giraffe!!
Don't laugh!!!
Liked to eat, chocolate chips,
Melt them on his purple lips...
Once he saw a chocolate pie,
Floating high up,
In the sky...
20-feet above the ground,
Floating as it made no sound!!!!
Truly, really wanna' chew,
Chocolate pie,
With chocolate goo!!!
I can't reach,
No can do,
Need that pie,
Thought it through...
Took all day,
Thought some more,
It was solved,
Brain was sore!
10-foot neck,
Stretched 10 feet!!!!!!!!!!
This was not an easy feat!
10 + 10,
Gave him 20,
Hurt his neck,
Wasn't funny...
But that pie,
Oh-so-sweet,
Chocolate pie,
He got to eat...
Green giraffe,
Had a ten-foot neck,
Giant Green Giraffe!!
Don't laugh!!!
Liked to eat, chocolate chips,
Melt them on his purple lips...
Once he saw a chocolate pie,
Floating high up,
In the sky...
20-feet above the ground,
Floating as it made no sound!!!!
Truly, really wanna' chew,
Chocolate pie,
With chocolate goo!!!
I can't reach,
No can do,
Need that pie,
Thought it through...
Took all day,
Thought some more,
It was solved,
Brain was sore!
10-foot neck,
Stretched 10 feet!!!!!!!!!!
This was not an easy feat!
10 + 10,
Gave him 20,
Hurt his neck,
Wasn't funny...
But that pie,
Oh-so-sweet,
Chocolate pie,
He got to eat...
Monday, 1 September 2014
My Elementary poem.
Elementary
By Kenn Nesbitt
"Elementary."
That means "easy."
I don't find it
quite so breezy.
Learn addition.
Then subtraction.
Multiply.
Divide a fraction.
Spelling. Science.
Reading. Writing.
Social studies.
Speech reciting.
Testing. Testing.
Still more Testing.
Not much recess.
Not much resting.
I complained but
no one listened.
Maybe elementary
isn't.
By Kenn Nesbitt
"Elementary."
That means "easy."
I don't find it
quite so breezy.
Learn addition.
Then subtraction.
Multiply.
Divide a fraction.
Spelling. Science.
Reading. Writing.
Social studies.
Speech reciting.
Testing. Testing.
Still more Testing.
Not much recess.
Not much resting.
I complained but
no one listened.
Maybe elementary
isn't.
The Teacher Jumped out of the Windows
The Teachers Jumped out of the Windows.
By Kenn Nesbitt
(sing to the tune of “My Bonnie”)
By Kenn Nesbitt
(sing to the tune of “My Bonnie”)
The teachers jumped out of the windows.
The principal ran for the door.
The nurse and librarian bolted.
They’re not coming back anymore.
The principal ran for the door.
The nurse and librarian bolted.
They’re not coming back anymore.
The counselor, hollering madly,
escaped out the door of the gym.
The coach and custodian shouted
and ran out the door after him.
escaped out the door of the gym.
The coach and custodian shouted
and ran out the door after him.
Chorus
Oh my! Goodbye!
They’re not coming back anymore, no more.
How fun! They’ve run!
They’re not coming back anymore.
Oh my! Goodbye!
They’re not coming back anymore, no more.
How fun! They’ve run!
They’re not coming back anymore.
The lunch ladies threw up their ladles,
then fled from the kitchen in haste,
and all of the students looked puzzled
as staff members scurried and raced.
then fled from the kitchen in haste,
and all of the students looked puzzled
as staff members scurried and raced.
We’d never seen anything like it.
But still, it was pretty darned cool
to see all the staff so excited
to leave on the last day of school.
But still, it was pretty darned cool
to see all the staff so excited
to leave on the last day of school.
Chorus
Advice from Dracula
Advice from Dracula
By Kenn Nesbitt
Don’t ever dine with Frankenstein;
he feasts on flaming turpentine.
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At suppertime he’ll slurp some slime.
He’s known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy crud
will curl your hair and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may cause you seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completely white.
You may pass out or scream in fright.
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Your hands will sweat.
Your brain will bake.
You’ll cringe and cry.
You’ll moan and whine.
You’ll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You’ll lose your lunch.
You’ll lose your head.
So come...
and dine with me instead.
By Kenn Nesbitt
Don’t ever dine with Frankenstein;
he feasts on flaming turpentine.
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At suppertime he’ll slurp some slime.
He’s known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy crud
will curl your hair and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may cause you seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completely white.
You may pass out or scream in fright.
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Your hands will sweat.
Your brain will bake.
You’ll cringe and cry.
You’ll moan and whine.
You’ll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You’ll lose your lunch.
You’ll lose your head.
So come...
and dine with me instead.
My XtraMath Work!
Today during maths time this is what I did its is called XtraMath here
is the link if you would like to play it
Friday, 29 August 2014
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!
'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!
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.
Wednesday, 27 August 2014
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.
Friday, 22 August 2014
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?"
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?"
Monday, 11 August 2014
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.
Friday, 1 August 2014
Wednesday, 2 July 2014
Tuesday, 17 June 2014
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
Monday, 24 March 2014
Tuesday, 11 March 2014
My own Creations
My Own Creations
Danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha danisha
Are you wondering why I'm typing my name so many times it's because I timed myself for one minute to see how many times I can type my name.
I can type it 46 TIMES.
Addition Triangle
This is addition triangle that I did during maths time.
Monday, 10 March 2014
Friday, 7 March 2014
7 Word Classes
This is my presentation about 7 word Classes.
Wednesday, 5 March 2014
14 things a helmet cannot be used for.
- A helmet cannot be used for eating on
- A helmet cannot be used for sitting on
- A helmet cannot be used for a bowl
- A helmet cannot be used for cooking
- A helmet cannot be used for exploding
- A helmet cannot be used for cleaning
- A helmet cannot be used for planting
- A helmet cannot be used for swimming
- A helmet cannot be used for colouring
- A helmet cannot be used for calling
- A helmet cannot be used for a toilet
- A helmet cannot be used for as a thinking hat
- A helmet cannot be used for opening a door
- A helmet cannot be used for hairbrush.
I'd Rather Poem
I'd Rather
By Bruce Lansky
I’d rather wash the dishes.
I’d rather kiss a frog.
I’d rather get an F in math
or run a ten-mile jog.
I’d rather do my homework.
I’d rather mow the lawn.
I’d rather take the garbage out.
I’d rather wake at dawn.
I’d rather dine on Brussels sprouts
or catch the chicken pox.
I’d rather do most anything
than clean the litter box
By Bruce Lansky
I’d rather wash the dishes.
I’d rather kiss a frog.
I’d rather get an F in math
or run a ten-mile jog.
I’d rather do my homework.
I’d rather mow the lawn.
I’d rather take the garbage out.
I’d rather wake at dawn.
I’d rather dine on Brussels sprouts
or catch the chicken pox.
I’d rather do most anything
than clean the litter box
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
Birthday Rules Poem.
Birthday Rules
By Bruce Lansky
Don’t invite your friends who haven’t learned to use the potty.
Changing diapers, certainly, will drive your mother dotty.
Don’t complain when Grandpa Gus gives you a birthday kiss.
If you’re bothered by his beard, just dodge so he will miss.
Don’t spill cake and ice cream on your sister’s brand-new dress.
Do not start a food fight; you will have to clean the mess.
Don’t try to pin the donkey tail on your fat uncle Fred.
Don’t ask Auntie Jane’s new boyfriend when they plan to wed.
If you get a gift you hate, remember not to swear.
Do not cry when Grandma gives you purple underwear.
If you follow all these rules, your birthday fun will double.
And if you disobey them, you will be in lots of trouble.
By Bruce Lansky
Don’t invite your friends who haven’t learned to use the potty.
Changing diapers, certainly, will drive your mother dotty.
Don’t complain when Grandpa Gus gives you a birthday kiss.
If you’re bothered by his beard, just dodge so he will miss.
Don’t spill cake and ice cream on your sister’s brand-new dress.
Do not start a food fight; you will have to clean the mess.
Don’t try to pin the donkey tail on your fat uncle Fred.
Don’t ask Auntie Jane’s new boyfriend when they plan to wed.
If you get a gift you hate, remember not to swear.
Do not cry when Grandma gives you purple underwear.
If you follow all these rules, your birthday fun will double.
And if you disobey them, you will be in lots of trouble.
Tuesday, 25 February 2014
Wednesday, 19 February 2014
Addition Triangle
This is my Addition Triangle that I did on Wednesday 19th of Febuary
Friday, 14 February 2014
Thursday, 13 February 2014
Room 8 Class Agreement
This is Room 8's Class Agreement
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
Skills for Adolescence.
Today we started our learning called "Skills for Adolescence" we unpacked the word 'Adolescence' by thinking about what it means to us and the types of things we are going to explore further.It is a scary and exciting time in our lives. Can you think of some things we might have missed? What is one message about growing up you can share with us?
Word Web T1W3
This is my word web that I had done on Wednesday 12th of February
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
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