Holidays!!!!!!

Have agreat holiday 3BJ and remember to read lots of books and do Mathletics!

The finished cars that we made in our unit Simple Machines. Please leave a comment. .

Week 10 journal Entries.

I would make this world a better place by not polluting, saving energy and not using too much diesel or fuel.

Inventors could invent cars that don’t use diesel or fuel and on every house roof there could be solar panels.

And give more to charity.

By Kory

I would make this world a better place by making every house have solar panels.

Animals can’t be hunted without my permission. I would make sure we have more animal shelters.

Everyone would be rich and the houses would be luxurious and only $5.00.

Taps would be sensored so water won’t be wasted.

By Charlotte  

Federico speaking in French to his old school friends in Belgium

This term Stage 2 have been learning about simple machines. 3BJ are hard at work making their cars.

"The Howling Wind. "Diya's entry into the writing competition. Read this please.

It was a cold winter’s night. The mighty gale was howling as if it was a wolf. The trees were swaying and the leaves were rustling. As I lay tight in my bed, covering my blanket over my head, I heard waves violently crashing against the rocks. By the time I fell asleep I had ghastly nightmares about waves as big as Jupiter! The next morning was peaceful ....until it was 06:00am. “It was good while it lasted.” I thought to myself with a sigh. The calm, restful waves remained no longer. The waves were gigantic and were like those in my nightmares. The following day, the weather forecast stated that it would be sunny and would be a lovely day for a boat ride so my parents declared “We will go on a boat ride.” However when we were out at sea the waves were exactly the same as the previous two days! Luckily we were drifting towards the coastline of Sydney. A man came and helped us reach back to safety. While he dashed to the boat like lightning an enormous, gigantic wave engulfed him! When he reached us, he was soaking wet. “I hope you’re alright. I work at the lighthouse and saw you!” the man remarked. Thankfully we reached home safely, but we never saw that man again. By Diya

"The Storm" Josh's entry into the SMH writing competition. Please read and leave a comment.

It was Friday night and the weather outside was terrible. It was raining so hard we could hardly hear ourselves think. My family had just sat down to dinner when there was a loud bash at the front door. We all looked at each other thinking who could that be on such an awful night. My Dad answered the door and there stood a man in an SES uniform soaking wet. He told us we had to leave and go to the shelter as the storm was too bad and they didn’t know if it would get worse. My Dad said that he would send his family to the shelter but if the man could wait a minute he would help get others to safety. Dad grabbed his rain jacket, a rope and a torch while the rest of us grabbed pillows and blankets to keep us warm during the night. My Mum drove us to the shelter. The drive was awful, rain was bucketing down, lightening was flashing everywhere and the wind was so strong it felt like the car was going to be blown away. I saw some lightening strike a tree and it fell on my neighbour’s car. Dad and Rod, the SES officer found out their next job was to make sure no one was still at the beach. While walking along the beach front a huge wave crashed against the beach wall. They were caught. The wave crashed down onto Dad, soaking him. It pushed him over. Luckily, Dad was OK. When he looked up he couldn’t see Rod anywhere. All Dad could hear was someone screaming for help. It was coming from the water. Dad grabbed his torch and shone it in the water. It was so dark and rainy he couldn’t see a thing, but he continued to hear the screaming. Luckily Dad didn’t give up searching. He finally found Rod in the water. The waves were so big and strong Rod was struggling to swim back to shore. Dad threw his rope out to Rod, he missed it. Dad tried again. This time Rod grabbed it. Carefully Dad pulled him back to shore as quick as a flash. Rod was OK. He just had some scrapes and bruises on his legs. Later that night Dad came to the shelter to wait out the storm. When he told us his story, I exclaimed “You’re a hero, Dad! You saved someone’s life.” The next morning the storm had disappeared. On the drive home the destruction was everywhere. We were all shocked but I at least my family was safe.