Sunny side up - exploring our life-giving star

Our inquiry investigations this week looked at the Sun. We integrated our learning into reading, writing, and art. The students completed a range of tasks designed to help students understand how the Sun affects us here on Earth.

Bruce @ TPS

Today we where learning about the sun and here is a little drawing of facts about the sun.

Raena @ TPS

WALT: Connect to the topic (Earth and Beyond) and Rhyme.

Today in class I decide to make a poem on the sun, I enjoy rhyming so why not!

Paris W @ TPS

WALT create an sun poem

Today I have created my very own sun poem.I have did an acrostic poem to help me describe the sun.I found it kind of tricky because how the sun is very far.

I hope you enjoyed learning about the sun...THANKYOU

Andre @ TPS

Tic by Cypress

Tic

On the sideline scouting for teammates that are open.

Fourth quarter and there is only seven seconds left on the clock,

I’m stuck in place.

Mad gorillas surrounding me calling for the ball.

Audience is cheering, going seriously crazy

I’ve stopped breathing,

staring into an imaginary distance.

Thinking about last play,

should I cut through the d?

or let my team do the job for me?

I am like an owl at night scavenging around my surroundings.

So much plays to use but only I think of one.

Time to do this.

Passing the ball to my teammate,

Quickly running into the court like a madman,

Cutting through to the back waiting for a pass,

I take a call,

3 seconds now left,

I get the ball and waste the clock a little,

BOOF!

In the air back down into slow motion again many thoughts in my head like,

“Will I miss, will I get it or do I look epic?”

The sight of victory is in my eyes as I release now its time to see the truth.

The ball takes lift off and makes its way towards the rim,

Everyone freezes.

Tic toc tic,

0.4 seconds on the clock, 0.3, 0.2, 0.1.

ERRRRRRRR!

Crank, Plank, Shih.

“MISS!”

Home Run by Mehi

For writing our classes writing focus was Poems. We had to write about a sport and I chose to do softball. So as you can see below is my Descriptive Poem that I have written about Peaceful Play. Hope you enjoy my poem!

Home Run

It’s a Summer morning and the game is about to begin,

The final group chat before the game.

Sitting silently still,

Feeling the grass tickling my legs as I anxiously try to think of different ways to reach home base.

  I step up to the plate, take a deep breathe and look straight into the pitcher's demanding eyes,

my stomach soon develops butterflies.

I start to question myself, “Will I hit the ball?.......

Will I even make it to the first base?”

I could see a slight smirk on the pitcher’s face while she launches the ball into mid air making it head straight to my bat  as fast as lightning then

WOOSH!

The ball goes zooming across the field while the bat flew right behind me.

I started to sprint towards the first base as fast as a cheetah while trying to not let the helmet fall off since it didn’t grip tightly on my head.

At the corner of my eye I see my team cheering me on from the sideline.

I passed the first base and start running towards the second base.

I see my opponents running towards me with the ball in their hands.

I up my game and start running even faster as if I’m running for my life.

I could see them getting closer and closer.

The suspense shocks straight through my whole body.

I pass the second base and onto the third.

The adrenaline all around my body makes me excited yet so determined to get to home base.

I pass the third base and start running for home base.

I feel anxious to get there.

I see the other team throw the ball to the backstop.

Pressure kicks in while I’m running.

I get closer and closer just like the ball in the air.

Three more steps and

KSHHHH!

I slide in just seconds before the backstop catches the ball.

I stand up with joy while trying to keep the victory in and just walk right to the back of the line.

ANZAC - By Willy and Mehi

Hello, reader. My name is Willy and right now I present to you the ANZAC poem me and my great friend Mehi collaborated on. Truth be told, she made a prompt and I "went into the river and went with the flow". Then, all of a sudden, this came! A few "verses" giving an idea to the reader about ANZAC Day with the use of figurative language in places.

And to believe this took a day or two to write. I'm not that good in poetry!

So check out the poem Mehi and I wrote, well, typed down as we were thinking of those who lost their lives, but are noe remembered for their service to their country.

Oh, yes, there's a bit of a mistake towards the end. Instead of just the letter "e", it was "hope". And the ending was "We Will Remember Them".