Week 10 Term 1

Hey guys

So I missed out on writing week 10 blog post so I am going to do that now.

Week 10 was alright it was mostly just a catch-up week as we only had two days the week after before camp. So during week 10 we did maths. At the moment, we are doing geometry, angles, and shapes. During this time, I did interior and exterior angles of a triangle. I find these quite fun but when we are given only 1 or 2 angles and we have to find the rest that's usually when I get confused and stuck. Exterior angles are when there is a triangle with a line on the outside and that is where the exterior angle is. Interior angles are angles inside the triangle.

We also have been doing descriptive writing. This is where we had to write about a 15 min time at a place. We then went through and highlighted ll the to-be verbs (boring verbs) this was surprising to me as I only had a few. To be verbs are words such as is, have, sounds, like feels and more. This writing is quite fun and I enjoy it. This is my piece I wrote it is not completely edited but I am still quite proud.

Matarangi

L.I To write descriptively by using precise/specific nouns and verbs to describe a place.

Hot sand blends through my feet, sea breeze tingles down my spine, sea spray splashes my face, and seagulls chirp in my ear. The hot sun beams on the sparkling sea below. The boats in the distance as still as a statue. The foam above from a plane slowly disappears. People trotting past on their afternoon jog, sweat pouring down their faces, but pure happiness with their effort. Towels lined up all down the line. Surfboards in the sand, and the bright smile on everyone's faces brings joy to the beach. Cold turqoise waves crash down on surfers below. The salty  spray lands everywhere, although the disgusting taste makes you want to vomit, it brings happiness to the people near. The roaring of tractors dragging their boats out of the water, getting stuck in the wet sand and laughing all the way down the road is there all afternoon. Green slimy moss rocks crowd the surface edge of the beach. Joy spreads across childrens faces. As the beach clears out the sounds of tractors seagulls and laughter dies down to a still. The boats in the distance have gone and the surfboards and towels have disappeared. The tide is near full and the sun is now gone the only thing left is the glistening moon. In the distance the lights of coromandel sparkle over the dark sea. Everything and everyone is gone, the peacefulness is gold.