I think that this story is very good and interesting. It was very well written. I would advise everyone from 5th class upwards to read this book. I would rate it 9/10 because it is a great read.
This is my book report on the book Stormbreaker by Antony Horowitz.
I really liked the story because it was full of action and fun, I would recommend it to everyone who likes action and a good book. My rating for this book would be 10/10.
I couldn’t wait for the next book!!! I’m already reading it at home. It’s called Point Blanc.
Our senior room have been lucky enough to pair up and become pen pals with pupils from 5th & 6th class in SS Peter & Paul Primary School near Wellington New Zealand. In preparation for this each child had to research New Zealand and create a presentation for this. Following completion of this project each class member shared their presentation. Last Wednesday the 28th of November after a very exciting wait we received our letters and learned the name(s) of our new pen pals. Some of our class were lucky enough to get two pen pals. All of the senior room had the opportunity to share their letter with the class and prepare their replies. Following the sharing of our letters we learned that the schools in New Zealand are very similar to us in many ways and have a very similar school day. Some big differences we noted were the weather, seasons and school holidays. Our pen pals are approaching their summer holidays now and getting excited for the break. We were very excited to send our first reply today and really enjoyed learning new information about our pen pals and life in New Zealand.
Our Reading Buddy program is an initiative where older students participate in a paired reading activity with younger students.
This year, pupils from 4th/5th/6th classes (Big Buddies) were paired with pupils from 1st and 2nd classes (Little Buddies). The pupils meet twice a week for 8 weeks. Each week, the pairs & small groups read aloud to each other, benefiting both students reading & listening skills.
The ‘Little Buddies’ benefit from:
The ‘Big Buddies’ benefit from:
Reading Buddies can promote a higher interest and participation in reading, improvement in social and communication skills. And, most importantly, it’s just FUN!
Here are some pictures of our buddies in action!
Over the past few days we’ve had five online meetings with our partner schools in France, Croatia, Portugal, Lithuania and Austria. We sang Silent Night in Irish, English and played it on the tin whistle. The other schools also sang Silent Night in their native language. We asked each other questions about Christmas in each country and played an online card game where we had to try and find the matching Santas. Everyone from Infants to Sixth class took part. It was great fun.
Today is the 104th Anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. Here is a story I wrote based on the event.
As I got out of the car, getting ready to board the Titanic, I felt a sudden gush of excitement. I know posh fellows, like myself, don’t usually act like immature people jumping around the place and breaking everything just because they are excited. That’s why I kept the excitement to myself. Then my mother got out of the car. She was dressed in a delicate fabric dress along with a sun hat to match. She was very into delicates. She had ginger, curly hair, like myself, and, don’t tell her that I said this, but her hair was piled up to the top of her head like a bird’s nest! Then my father got out of the car and gazed at the ship. He had black hair with a black moustache and was wearing a grey suit with a black tie, a pink shirt and shiny black shoes – weird choice, right? When we got all thirty-six, ten-kilo bags out of the eight cars, we started to queue for first class.
We waited for a whole THIRTY minutes before we got on board! I thought I would completely ‘lose it.’ A few crew members had to help us load all of our luggage. When we got to our cabin I looked around with awe. It was beautiful. It was one of the biggest, most elegant cabins on the ship! There was furniture made of gold, two king-sized beds and giant plants with tall flower pots. When I finally snapped out of it, my family and I started to unpack. While I unpacked our valuable treasures, my mother hung up some portraits and, as for my father, well, he went haywire exploring the ship.
When we finally finished unpacking, Daddy came rushing in with a flurry. He then caught his breath and told us why he was so excited. Apparently, there were lots of cinemas, restaurants and spas around and lots of other features. There was even a deck pool! I then went out to explore. I bumped into a boy named Jack. The way we met was, well, kind of strange. But let’s NOT get into that right now! At that moment, I could sense that my mother was looking for me so I said I had to go back to my cabin. But, before I left, I invited him to dinner that night with my family.
When we got to our restaurant I met Jack and we sat down. My family and I ordered our food and had a little chit chat. When our food was laid on the table, it smelled lovely. I ordered a beef steak with vegetables and potatoes. Jack ordered a cheeseburger with chips. My family looked at him like he was a crazy person. I don’t think he yet understood the concept that we were posh, as well as rich, and we never, ever ate fast food. Anyway, we all enjoyed our meal very much. I went back to the cabin to have a ten-minute nap afterwards.
In the middle of my nap, I heard a huge bang! crash! scrape! It sounded like the ship had been picked up and dropped back on the ocean. I jumped out of my bed and rushed out of the cabin to see what was going on. I bumped into one of the crew members handing out life jackets. He gave one to me and ordered me to put it on right away. I still had no idea what was going on so I pulled the crew member back and asked him what on earth was going on. He said that the ship was sinking. That was what changed everything. I found my mother getting into a lifeboat and my father waiting. Apparently, women and children first, then the men. My mother tried to get me onto the lifeboat but I refused because Jack was missing. Other women began trying to persuade me to board a lifeboat, but I still refused. I then ran off to find Jack because I wasn’t leaving without him. I ran into the ship and heard Jack shouting. He was trapped in a cabin below deck. I grabbed an axe that was on display. I smashed the door open and we got back up and out on the deck as fast as we possibly could. There were musicians playing sad music trying to calm the mood but, of course, it didn’t work as people were still running around like headless chickens. My mother’s lifeboat then left. Mother started crying as she left and begged the crew member to turn back. The boat kept going forward.
Soon after, an SOS signal flare shot up into the sky like a scarlet firework. I was starting to panic. Two hours later, I heard the biggest crash ever! Apparently, the ship had split in two. Jack and I were at the bow of the ship which soon began to tip over. We held onto the front bars for dear life. When the ship went down we let go of the bars. The water was freezing. Jack got me a door to lie down on so I wouldn’t get too cold. During the night Jack kept hold of the door beside me, until he died of pneumonia. He let go of the door and drifted slowly down, deep into the Atlantic Ocean. Then a half-empty lifeboat came back. I tried to raise my voice and call it over to me but they didn’t hear. Then I spotted a drowned officer floating about two metres from me and he had a whistle. I paddled over, took the whistle and blew it as loud as I could. The half-empty lifeboat turned around and started coming towards me.
After ten minutes of rowing we spotted a ship called the Carpathia coming towards us. When I got on the ship, I was given blankets. At that moment, mother started hurrying towards me. I could see her but she hadn’t yet spotted me. I didn’t want to face her at that moment right after refusing to get on the lifeboat. It seemed like she was looking for someone. I overcame my hesitation, ran to her with open arms and gave her a big bear-hug. I’ll never forget that terrible night.
Based on the diary entry of Rose DeWitt Buckater, 15th April 1912.
“Nooooo!” I shout as my friend falls off the rooftop, gravity pulling her towards her death. I peer over the rooftop while she falls screaming. Suddenly, I slip off the roof and fall. “CUT!!” screams the director, “No, no, no, no, NO! How many times have I told you? Do NOT stand on the very edge of the rooftop!” “Sorry” I reply, knowing that if I fail again I could lose my chance to become famous. “Ugh” the director sighs, “That’s a wrap people! Meet me here tomorrow at 8am SHARP! And Grace, if you get this wrong again, you’re fired, I repeat, FIRED!” “Yes sir, director sir.” I reply. All the studio people smirk behind my back.
By the time I get home it’s 9:30pm. I make myself some chicken nuggets and watch The Spy Next Door, my favourite movie. Half way through the movie I feel weird, like I was being pulled into something. I start to panic when I realise I’m being sucked into the T.V. I fall onto a rooftop, just like the one in the movie I am starring in. I see a thug trying to shoot my friend so I run over to him and karate kick him in the back. “Ow. Why did you do that? That’s just mean” he says. “Mmm, okay…” I think. He pushes her off the rooftop, and he flies away in his helicopter. “Nooooo!!!” I scream and run to the edge of the rooftop. I see my friend hanging on for dear life. I lean over the edge of the rooftop to pull her up, when I slip and fall. I’m wearing my bungee belt, I use it to shoot a rope up onto the rooftop and it automatically wraps itself around something. I grab my friend and pull us up to safety. My friend opens her mouth, I know she is about to thank me and say I’m awesome, but she doesn’t. “Beep, beep, beep, beep!” she repeats annoyingly. “Stop! that’s really annoying!” I protest. “Beep, beep, beep!” she carries on. “Stop… that is.. annoying” I mutter, half-asleep. My eyes widen. I look at my phone. “7:30am!” I scream realising it was all a dream. I quickly get up and get dressed before driving to the studio. By the time I get there it’s 7:59am.
The director comes towards me and glares suspiciously at me. “Grace is one minute early…” he says in a confused voice. “That’s… different. Well, come on! Let’s get into the studio and start the movie! Films don’t film themselves you know!” We start with the scene where my friend is falling off the roof top. I quickly grab her but I still need to practice my balancing skills as I slip again. The director is about to yell “stop!”, just as I get my bungee belt and shoot out a rope which automatically wraps itself around a pole. I pull us up onto the rooftop. “And… CUT! Grace, you were amazing!” Says the director surprisingly. I smirk knowingly. “This is going to be a great movie” I say to myself and feel very satisfied.
Cotton is a soft fibre that grows from the seeds of the cotton plant. The fibre is long and thin, like hair. After the cotton fibre is gathered from the plant, it can be made into thread. The cotton thread can then be made into cloth. The cloth can be used to make clothes for people and many other things. Cotton clothing is very nice to wear, especially in hot weather, and is easy to move around in.
There are different types of cotton plants. Some cotton plants grow wild in tropical and subtropical areas of the world. This is how cotton was discovered many years ago. Most of the cotton gathered to make cloth comes from crops grown on cotton farms. Cotton farms can be found in Africa, Asia, Europe, Australia, and the Americas. All parts of cotton plants are useful.
Cotton is a natural fibre harvested from the cotton plant. Cotton is one of the oldest fibres with traces of cotton over 7,000 years old recovered from archaeological sites. Cotton is also one of the most used natural fibres in existence today, with people everywhere wearing and using cotton for various purposes. Millions of acres globally are used to produce cotton, whether it be new world cotton, with longer, smoother fibres, or the shorter and coarser old world varieties.
In our second Planet Money T-shirt podcast we hear the interesting story of a Brazilian cotton farmer called Pedro.