We are a group of high flying Year 5 - 8 students. Our teacher, Mrs Barns will guide us, helping us soar into our learning this year.
I cast the fishing line out into the sea. The grip was so soft on the fishing rod. One hour later I got something! I tried to pull it in but the thing was too strong. I could feel the line soaring into the sea. The waves were so loud. I saw so much splashing. It was like huge rocks falling from heaven.
Smoke from the fire wafted towards me and I could smell the fish being cooked by my brother and the salt from the sea. The taste of my brothers yummy fish was crunchy and salty.
Every second Tuesday the year 7/8s go to Manual. On these days, the Year 5/6s think up and act on ways that they can engage with the community. We decided to give back to the community by visiting the elderly at Park Street Day Care. We painted pots and planted them with marigold and dahlias. We made scones and pikelets, and packaged everything up for the visit.
We had a lovely visit, meeting lots of wonderful people. We gave our new friends the plants, sang songs, performed some kapa haka songs, played some board and card games and then we were all treated to the scones and pikelets with jam and whipped cream!
It was a really special afternoon and we will try to get back there to visit again. We are hoping that our new friends might come and join us on Pet Day next term.
Students’ writing will follow.
Christine from Creative Junk came out to inspire up with our Recycled clothing for next term. Thanks Christine
Callum, Ollie and Sam represented Dorie School at the current events quiz in Timaru this week. They enjoyed themselves and learnt a lot about the process.
Brianna, Billie and Daniel competed in the Year 7/8 competition, surprising themselves with some of the information they had stored in their brains.
Sarah is an important member of the Dorie School Community. As House Leader, librarian and sports shed monitor as well as part of the Student Council, Sarah is influential in classroom decision-making. She has creative ideas which she can put across eloquently. Sarah always thinks of others before herself. She is consistently and genuinely supportive of her peers. She is well respected by staff and pupils of Dorie School. She uses foresight and understanding to help make the classroom smoothly. Sarah has a lovely, warm personality, and a fantastic sense of humour. We are very proud of this wonderful young lady.
Making Things Disappear
On Monday we had a science experiment with MRS O’B .
To do the science experiment we need candle , black pen , frixion pen ,and piece of paper.
With black pen on piece of paper we had to write our secret message and colour with friction pen over the top.
Next we lit the candle and held your paper above the candle. . When the paper heated you could see your message. Why can you see a message? Do you know?
In cup again put a hot water when you get your paper with a new secret message. Put it on the hot cup. You can see the secret message again!
Making things disappear
Toroa did a science experiment yesterday with Mrs O’B (our science teacher). The science experiment was called “making things disappear.”
My partner was Sam and we were going to; write a secret message, then scribble it out with friction-pen, after we put it over a candle and see what happens.)
First I wrote a secret message in ball-point pen and covered it up in friction pen ink and Sam did the same after me.
After that Sam lit the candle. Sam and I held our paper over the candle and moved it backwards and forward. It only took a couple of seconds and our messages were revealed because the friction-pen has a special ink.
When the ink gets over 60 degrees celsius it evaporates away (?) and fire is hotter than 60 degrees.
Next we did another experiment. For this experiment we tried to rub out the friction-pen ink with a rubber. So again we wrote our secret message in ballpoint pen and scribbled it out in friction-pen. Then we use different types of rubbers to try and rub out the friction pen to reveal a message, none of the rubbers worked though.
While Sam and I were doing this the other group (who got the other piece of paper) were testing if you could write your message in ballpoint pen and scribble it over with frixion-pen and rub on the side of a polystyrene cup and a glass cup. This way worked but eventually the writing would reappear. We all wondered how that happened. I thought this happened because it wasn't as hot as the candle and it didn't evaporate fully and the ink was still in the air and came down once the paper had cooled down.
I also wonder what would happen if you did it so you wrote your message in friction pen and scribbled it out ballpoint pen?
Week four found us on camp in Christchurch. We had an absolutely amazing time and the children bonded so well. Here is a sample of their writing from this experience. More photos are available through the galleries page.
Violently it raced at me. My heart throbbed, as the water sucked me in closer. I lay on board as a wave crest greeted my feet rising me higher. Heavily it breathed on my neck leaving a salty prick. Unfurling wildly the waves break again. I scurried to my feet dodging people in the water. My board lagged forcing me to abandoned. My board continues skimming the water.
Rocket metallic shadow lead endless into the deep waters. Damp sand release air pocket into the cold water of the sea and warmth of the sun. Glistening hues of shells scattered in pieces on the sand grains. I return to the surface catching my breath. The morning gold gleams over the ocean.
The Lake Next Door
Suddenly, I was picked to go sailing first. The nerves just built up. Was I going to tip it? Was I going to drown? I seriously thought I was. It was scary. Our class were very lucky because it was in the lake next door to where we were camping. Turning was the hard part. I smacked my head the first time. That hurt a lot. That’s what kept me going. By the end I had some speed on. I nearly tipped it. I think that I had too much speed on. We had to derig the boats and pack them up. It was fabulous. I learnt a lot.
Surfing At The Beach
Whoosh! The waves came zooming with my surfboard as I hopped off the board and tried to do a backflip. Sadly I landed with my back to the ground.
While I was underwater Mackenzie came rushing with her board and accidently ran me over. The salty water quickly ran into my mouth. The seawater was really salty. My mouth was shut tightly to stop the water getting in.
After that I got off the sea and just sat down for two minutes. My back was really sore after after, but I got back in the sea again and got ready to surf .
I got back in the sea and surfed. The instructor asked me to surf a wave that was three times the size of me, so I said “Yes!” One giant wave came zooming as the instructor pulled the board really hard and the massive wave hit my board and I went fast as lightning and I was able to stand up for about 5 seconds.
It felt amazing to surf. Three years ago I wasn’t able to stand up on the board but now I can. It was a really great experience to learn how to surf again.
Awesome Jellie Park
At camp before we could go to Jellie Park we had to seat up the tents and then go to the park. I went on the awesome water slide it was so incredible. It was an outside one. I would never forget the horrific diving board.
It was like you are falling from the moon into a ten metre deep pool. It is like a t-rex in the amazing swimming area.
I went on the mind blowing diving board about a thousand times.
The water slide has got two straight fast as lightening water slides, and one as slow as a snail .When we got back to camp we played in the river and we saw eels.
One we named one Woody. That was the best camp ever.
I sprint across the sand which is so hot my feet feel like they’re walking across hot coal. I clutch my surfboard. Three massive strokes, now I’m on the move. Jump up. Knees firmly bent. Coming out of no-where is this board. When I’m under the water, I can feel the salt burning up my nose. I taste the terrible salt water. I feel like my eyes are on fire.
Written By Jazz
People falling, boards flying, waves crashing. People stand. Some fail. Some don’t. Water smells like salt, tastes like salt and burns my eyes.
The whole class trying to stand but fail on a hot summers morning. Some people get hit in the head and get run over but that doesn’t stop us from surfing. Instructors help people get on their boards and they push us. Mrs Barns laughing as she is taking the photos of people standing and people getting run over or getting hit in the head.
My heart is pounding, my head rushing full of thoughts. Short of breath and scared, always wondering if i’m going to hit someone or if someone is going to hit me.
When we went on camp we went to the Airforce Museum then we went to the teacher’s classroom and he said that we are going to cook a ration pack for the soldiers. A ration pack is what the soldiers took with them when it was war time. The teacher said they take the dry stuff not the wet stuff because it’s light.
I felt amazed.
Ebony shadows creep through the glassy water searching for food to feed their hungry stomachs. Heads rummage through the weed; they pull clumps of lettuce and fight for them jerking back and forth.
The sun beats down on their slimy slick skins, making them swim into the darkness of trees sheltering the stream.
Open mouths blow bubbles to the surface. Darting eyes look for any slight movement throughout the water.
The shadows scatter, leaving a clear path for their leader to get through. She jumps and clutches a strong snail clenching the edge. Tugging, determined to win. The large queen turns swiftly and swims away holding the animal. The path is covered, and again the river serpents are seeking their dinner.
Surfing at Sumner
Suddenly we got there I was so excited. We were at Sumner Bay and the class was about to go
surfing. Mum, Vickie and Mr.D were going surfing too. We had a quick lesson on how to surf and then we we hit the waves and started surfing. “How many waves have you caught?” asked Mum.
“About 10” I replied.
After that I tried to catch another wave. I started paddling. The wave was huge about the size of me. The wave hit my toes. I did my last three strokes. Slid my knees forward and stood up I smelt the sea salt and I did a forward flip off. Whee! The life guard did the signal to come in. So I did. It was the end of the lesson.
It was a fantastic day and I so want to do it again.
Suddenly a bizarre gust of wind flew into my sail making me glide across the lake.
The sound of the wind was like skimming water.
The air smelt like honey and oak trees smushed.
The amazing sight you could see bees buzzing around, the mountains, the clear blue
The feeling of the wind was like a feather brushing up against my back.
The water was ice cold, trying to grab my balance as I fell into the water
Screaming with laughter
The sound, the smell, the sights
Even if I did fall off, that was the best camp ever!
In Toroa, we have a range of ages and abilities. None of us know everything, but all of us know something. We work together so we all achieve.
We have been weaving kete from paper to keep all of our treasures in. This has been part of a topic about belonging. We have discovered our family trees and found some family taonga or treasures.