Maximilian Kolbe

This slideshow explains the life of St. Maximilian Kolbe and what he died for.

Anzac Day Diamante Poem

This is a Diamante poem about Anzac Veterans. A Diamante Poem is a poem that has a bunch of words that surround a certain topic. Each line has a certain amount of words so that the final product of the poem look like a diamond.

Transformation

W.A.L.T: Describe the transformations of shapes.

This slide is about the different transformations a shape can have like Koki, Poroteke, Reti and Whakakaita.

Onomatopoeia Poem

Onomatopoeia

Fireworks Poem

Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle,

The fireworks tail was lit on fire.

Sizzle, Whoosh, Zoom!

The firework flies high, then higher.

Whoosh, Zoom, Pop,

The fireworks voice came out with a boom.

Zoom, Pop, BOOM!

The fireworks gone, it has met its doom.

W.A.L.T use Onomatopoeia
Reflection:
What I found hard was coming up with what to write down.
What I found easy were the words to use.
I should make this more interesting.

Pouwhenua

This slidehow is about the Pouwhenua.

Learning About Scales

I have made a slideshow that should teach you about SCALES.

I hope you learn something from this. Enjoy.

Gambling

In Writing we were writing a rhyming story with a moral! Here is mine and Hope you enjoy!

Gambling

Once there were two boys named Peanut Butter and Smoked Brisket, who lived under the watchful eye of the Elder Malt Biscuit.

Once they wandered far, far, far away from their home, and while finding a way back, they spotted a Casino. They went inside and played. Played. PLAYED. But after they left, they felt betrayed. The Casino Owner entered wearing a suit of teal, as soon as he saw the money they made, he struck up a deal. He said “If you win another round, you get all the Casino’s currency, but if you lose I get everything! Including your very property!” Blinded by greed Peanut Butter rolled the dice, but Smoked Brisket could tell the Casino Owner wasn’t very nice. The Casino Owner was a natural, everyone would always lose and when they did they cried “Bad News!”. They left the Casino feeling Glum “Hey! Don’t let the door hit your Bum!”. As Smoked Brisket from sadness was about to Vomit, the Casino Owner followed for the deed to their house was promised. As Elder Malt Biscuit cried tears of sad, on that day Peanut Butter and Smoked Brisket learned gambling, was bad.