This week we have been moving around each of the classes in our team learning about the different techniques used in art. Today we spent the afternoon in Room 8 with Mr DeWit learning how to tint using paint. Here are some photos of us hard at work! This term our focus is on showing our creativity through ART! Over the next few weeks we will be learning about the various elements that are essential to Art and putting together our very own book of skills!
Watch this space for our first project.... learning all about colours and how to use them! This term room four have been doing collaborative science with room seven we learnt about lots of things like molecules, viscosity and also we learnt about liquids, solids, and gas. We have done different experiments and lots of discussions to explore these things. One of our main focuses has been to learn and show what a fair test is. We found out a fair test is when all the factors in your test stay the same apart from some variables. Some things that make a fair test are having the same quantity, temperature, timing and measurements.
By Mya Monday 21 April 1915
It has only been five months now but it feels like forever. I can’t describe how terrible it has all been. We arrived in Gallipoli at dawn and stepped out of our boat, then right before my eyes men began collapsing onto the sand. They had been shot. What happened back then I’ve decided to forget. Yesterday I was woken by shouting, screaming, gunfire and explosions. Troop leader Mark scowled and then yelled at my new friend Ishmael and I to get out on the field. I walked out with pride but lurking in the back of my mind, fear. Ishmael and I crouched behind a bush. It’s the most horrible feeling pulling the trigger on the gun knowing you’re about to kill a perfectly innocent man. Well I guess what’s done is done no matter how bad you feel. I called to Ishmael and said ‘Let’s go, the Turkish armies are coming.’ I heard a loud bang then a thud. I turned to see Ishmael groaning in pain, he had been shot. I couldn’t just leave him there when he could still survive. So I heaved him onto my back. It was a struggle to walk but I had to get him to base camp. I was worried. What if I got shot too? Determined, yeah, I was determined to save my friend. After a long, slow walk we reached base camp. Ishmael had lost a lot of blood and stopped responding to me. I wasn’t sure if he was still alive. I left him with the nurses and went back to my trench. Ishmael is now safely at home with his wife and I am surviving. I promise I’ll make it home. Your loving son Harold A Moment in Time
I heard the rush against my face as I swung down the rusty flying fox. I heard the grass crackle under my old walking shoes as I proudly walked up the steep dry hill. I saw the mind blowing view of Lyttleton harbour. I felt my heart pound pound, pound, and pound I could hear the hooves on the horse crash to the dry paddocks grass. Dropping as they hit the top of the monstrous hill. I wondered if the parents would ever be slaves again. I wondered if I had been good at camp. Finally I have survived camp. |