Sunday, 24 May 2015
Maths Strategies Slideshow
https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1xbFzFYpnVsQDfq3qM1HO7J-ZZePJvc7VsNB0gDDIRZA/edit#slide=id.g516a6582a_0_50
Monday, 18 May 2015
Pentecost
Jesus' disciples were praying in a room with all the doors locked because they were afraid the people who crucified Jesus would come. Then the Holy Spirit came down to them and they had flames over their heads and started feeling and hearing very strong wind. All the of the people started speaking different languages and all Jesus's disciples started performing miracles, no one could believe it!
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
Baptism Poster
https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1b5ruB0nsAWwBHLjfcyPfnIVVCIke3MN07Yx9TisuixY/edit#slide=id.p
Sunday, 10 May 2015
Writing Sample Term 2 Week 4
Sometimes at dusk we would see him come out from the hidden interior of his island.
For years we had no idea who he was or what he did until...
The clock struck 12 midnight; the moon above was round and bright.
Cold and slimy as my feet tapped the lake ground, step by step I felt like I was alone.
I reached out my arm and the hard and rough bark shattered in my hand.
The fog dancing over the wet grass was misleading, very misleading...
I approach what seems to be a wooden door.
I feel obligated to put my shaking hand on it.
A bright light shines on my face, I almost go blind...
The lights dim, the wooden door slams, I slowly turn and my soft hand places itself on the golden door handle.
Like myself, it was stuck, frozen and jammed. Something or someone is out there, out there in the dark room. Foot steps creep up behind me...
It grabs my ankle with its large scaly hands.
I fell...
I was never seen again.
Wednesday, 29 April 2015
Trenches Note
Dear Family
I miss you!
Everyone is screaming! This is horrible please help me!
I got one cookie only.
for about half an hour.
Its the middle of the night and i'm scared to death
This might be the end
I miss you!
Everyone is screaming! This is horrible please help me!
I got one cookie only.
for about half an hour.
Its the middle of the night and i'm scared to death
This might be the end
Thursday, 23 April 2015
ANZAC Poem
ANZAC Poem
Gun shots
That horrible sound
The last sound I heard
The leave dancing around me
I fell, that was the end of my journey
They go on without me
They left me, lying in the trench.
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