I think that I need to work on the mean the median and the range but I understand how to work out the range now.
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Reading research assessment
Comment:
Feedback:you work good with a grop.
Feedfowd:you can work on talking clear to the ourdence.
Maia s grop member
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Art simple:
W.a.l.t mould and add detail.
I am proud of my chick because I put a lot of detail into it.
My tea set challenged me because all of the small parts.
I enjoyed the challenge of it and enjoyed using my creativity too.
I learned how to mold and make things stick with vinger.
Next time I think I might try it at home.
Monday, 24 March 2014
Reading air rifles research
secsess criteria
Comment:
Feedback:you work good with a grop.
Feedfowd:you can work on talking clear to the ourdence.
Maia s grop member
Link to our pretension
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Finial writing product 23.3.14
Falling
secsess criteria
This is it, this is really it. I'm sitting in a really really small extremely tiny waiting room at the top of a 12m high abseiling tower waiting for Cameron to go down it! Come on, come on I think. Finally after an exscrutiating wait I hear a familiar voice.
"Next" announced Kelly. I rapidly stumbled to my feet and I start my climb to the top of the mammoth ladder. I burst in to the fresh, free air at the top of the tower Aaaaaaaaaa, relief at last. I leaned over the side to look at the view...
Woooow. What a spectacular view.
"Great Isint it" Exclaimed Kelly.
"Yes, definitly." I gasped
"Are you scared of heights?"
"No"
"Good".
She told me how to work the belay device and asked me if I was ready to go. Definitely, I replied though unaware of the danger involved. I lent over the ege. THUMP THUMP THUMP a figure appeared from the little gap in the floor. It was Ants, the abseiling instructor. She waved her charcoal hand at me. Good bye. I lent back, Then it happened...
Wow! I said as I slipped like jelly down the side of the tower. Click, wizzzz, clunk. Click, wizzzz chattered the carobeners over and over agan like a stuck record. Wistfily the rope trailed through my vein streaked hand. It started to turn black. I started to enjoy my self. I briskly started to jump and hop as I descended down to the ground.
I plonked down on the ground with a THUD. Well now I know why it takes sooooo long to get to the bottom. Well done shar whispered as she unclipped me from the jumble of belay and carobeners. Thanks a lot I said under my breath. I have to admit it I did do a great job didn't I. Weooooeeeeooooo screamed the siren. Feed time. all those biscuits and chocolate cake yummy!!! I defiantly deserve these treats after all I have absailed Down a 12m tower haven't I. I'm going to sleep like a log to night.
The end
Illustration by Ben
Thursday, 20 March 2014
Camp booklet and air rifles score 21.3.14
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
Writing 20.3.14
DRAFT 3
Falling
(This is it, this is really it. I'm sitting in a (really really small) (extremely tiny) wating room at the top of a 12m high abseiling tower waiting for Cameron to go down it! Come on, come on I think. Finally after an exscrutiating wait I hear a familiar voice.)
"Next" (said) announced Kelly. I (rapidly) (stumbled) scurried to my feet and I start my climb to the top of the mamith mammoth ladder. I burst in to the fresh, free air at the top of the tower. (Aaaaaaaaaa, relief at last. I leaned over the side to look at the view... Woooow. What a spectacular view.)
"Great is it?" Exclaimed Kelly.
"Yes, definitly." I gasped
"Are you scared of heights?"
"No"
"Good".
She told me how to work the belay device and asked me if I was ready to go. Definitely, I replied though unaware of the danger involved. I lent over the ege. Thump thump thump a figure appeared from the little gap in the floor. (It was Ants, the abseiling instructor. She waved her charcoal hand at me. ) Good bye. I lent back, Then it happened...
Wow! I said as I slipped like jelly down the side of the tower. Click, wizzzz, clunk. Click, wizzzz (said) chattered the carobeners over and over agan like a stuck record. Wistfily the rope (traieled) trailed through my vain streaked hand. It started to turn black. I started to enjoy my self. I briskly started to jump and hop as I descended down to the ground.
(I plonked down on the ground with thud. Well now I no why it takes sooooo longto get to the bottom.) Well done shar wisped (as she unkliped me from the jumble of belay and carobeners.) Thank a lot I under my breath. I do edmit it I did do a great job didn't I. Weooooeeeeooooo screamed the sire. (Feed time. all those biscuits and chocolate cake yummy!!! I defiantly dezorve these treats after all I have absailed Down a 12m tower haven't I. I'm going to sleep like a log to night.)
The end
By Ben
Buddy feedback nice sounds affects.
Byddy feedfowd I think you do not need eny more improvement
Josh
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