Writing

Mrs Patterson visited our classroom to explain to us what 'Peer Writing' was.
She said this would help us with our writing skills.



We did a 'Human Treasure Hunt'. We had to go round the children in our room and ask some questions that would help us in our writing.

We discussed 'Social Skills' that we need to use when helping during 'Peered Writing'.
Levi is showing how we smile and look at our buddy when speaking to them.



We discussed the 'Social Skills' we need to have before we start our 'Peered Writing'.

I love spring when the blooming blossoms sprout from the ground, the new born lambs catch my eye and the fresh air that surrounds me. But I don’t like spring when the pollen runs through my nose and gives me hay fever.

Mia Davison

I love the beautiful flowers that explode with colour, the prancing lambs and the longer days that fill me with happiness. I cherish the birds that fill my heart with pleasure and the bees buzzing around my garden. Nature bursts into life and the rivers flow freely.

But I don’t like the dreadful hay fever and the itchy grass.

 I LOVE SPRING!!!

By Elenoa Asi.

I cherish watching the butterflies as they spread their joy around us. I enjoy watching pink and white blossoms on trees and lying on the fresh green grass gazing at the twinkling sun. I don’t like scampering around catching the annoying butterflies as they munch through the lettuces and I especially don’t like the soccer season ending.

By Samuel Plieger

I love the beautifully bright coloured rainbows, the cute new beginnings of baby lambs and the colourful choirs of shining flowers singing. I also love the sweet smell of gardens that are full of sprouting blossoms and the native chirping sounds of birds. I LOVE SPRING. But I don’t like spring when the annoying bees sting you because it hurts very much.

BY JOHN ORILLO

I love spring when new baby lambs catch my eye, the night sky is so bloomy. The short pj’s, the late night BBQ’s. But I don’t like spring when the Bees come and sting you.

By Indya Cunningham J

I love the beautiful blossoms the chirping birds and the new born lambs but I don’t like the sound of the annoying cows waiting to be fed and the annoying hayfever.

I love spring J

by Riley Little

I love the sweet smell of beautiful blossoms and great guinea pigs. I love fresh air and tasty wonderful water too. I saw a lot of wiggly worms and the colourful cows and great gorillas. I love the fat fish and crazy cats but I don’t like the creepy crawly wasps

and scary sound of thunder, prickly roses and painful prickles.

The thing I don’t like is mum waking me up for spring cleaning

By Fritz Arsi

I love the blooming blossoms, spring flowers and rosey red apples. But I don’t like the early mornings and busy bees.

By Levi Crowder

I love the beautiful smell of the air, the delicious fruits and the outstanding flowers.

But I don’t like it when the flowers die.
By Limuel

I love new born lambs, fresh clean but I don’t like winter I love spring, colourful spring.

By Paolo  

I love the white cuddly wool from a lamb’s beautiful white and soft fluffy wool. But I don’t like it when mum wakes me up at 7.am.

By Eleni Hausia

I love the new born baby lambs frolicking in the grass and the colourful nature. But I don’t like it when you get that nasty hay fever running through my nose.
Hotili Asi

I love spring when the baby animals breed, when I wake up and I smell pancakes on the stove, I love spring. But I don’t like the annoying stingy bees, the pollen running up my nose and the early mornings.

By Jack Paton

I love spring when the clean fresh air surrounds me and the spring flowers blooming but I don’t like spring when I get hayfever.

By Makayla Bean

I  like  the  new  baby  lambs  in  the hot  spring  day when they’re born. I love the spouting flowers in spring. I love the green leaves in the paddocks. I love the barbecues on a hot spring day. But I don’t like the wasps in the flax bushes when they’re hiding and they sting me.

By Matthew Woodhouse

I love the lovely new born lambs, beautiful butterflies and majestic flowers. I love to play outside in the spring sun, the short pjs and the longer lovely days. But I don’t like the marshmallows melting in my hot chocolate.

By Baxter Adam Lewis.

I love the new baby lambs, chirping birds, touch rugby, cricket season and playing with my pets. But I don’t like the buzzy bees and rugby season finishing so early.

By Campbell Fowler

I love the chirping birds waking me up, the sun marching through my window, looking at the new born baby lambs and baby cows leaping all around the field. I love the colourful blooming flowers and the rosy red apples but what I don’t like about spring is when the dreadful bees come whizzing past and start flying all around your head.

By Isabella McNaught

I love the fresh spring air, the ice-cream that melts in my mouth and the new beginning. But I don’t like the   monstrous bees.

By Jack Hayman

I love spring flowers chirping birds and new born lambs. But I don’t like waking up in the  morning and when I stand on ice – cream, the ice-cream melts.

By Ofa Tokai

I love new beginnings, frolicking lambs, lush Green grass, touch rugby, chirping birds, capturing white butterflies in the net and inspecting the broccoli for green caterpillars. But I don’t like the white butterflies gobbling up the vegetables.

Seb Spillane

I adore the smell of fresh clean air all around me, I love the buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies flying peacefully around the fields. I admire the blooming flowers bringing colour to the fields, I cherish the early mornings and the sun marching through the curtains, making my bedroom warm and bringing light to the house. I delight in fresh, ripe pears and ripe apples, but what I detest is the stinging bees and the grey drizzling mornings.

By Sylvia Lavrijsen

I love the buzzing bees that give us amazing delicious honey, the burning sand between my toes and the beautiful white wool that the amazing sheep give us. But I don’t like the early frosty mornings and the sharp stingy nettles around me.

By Tessa Souness

It moves.

The elephant moved.

 A elephant moved awkwardly.

A silly elephant moved awkwardly.

A silly elephant moved awkwardly into the beauty shop.

A silly elephant moved awkwardly into the pink beauty shop.

By Isabella McNaught

It moves.

The dinosaur moves.

The dinosaur moved.

The dinosaur moved silently.

The terrifying dinosaur moved silently across the swift river.

BY LIMUEL GUTIEREZ.

It moves.

The cat moves.

The cat plays.

The stampy cat plays.

The stampy cat plays Minecraft.

The stampy cat plays Minecraft quickly.

By Indya CunninghamJ

It moved.

The cat moved.

The cat sprinted wildly.

The fluffy cat sprinted wildly.

The fluffy cat sprinted wildly into a prickly bush.

By Levi Crowder

It flew.

The plane flew.

The plane flew in September.

The plane flew on September 11^th.

The plane flew on September 11^th from Boston.

The plane flew on September 11^th from Boston to New York.

The plane flew on September 11^th from Boston to New York and crashed.

The plane flew on September 11^th from Boston to New York and crashed into the twin towers of the World Trade Centre.

By Riley Little

It sprinted.

The cheetah sprinted.

The cheetah sprinted quickly.

The spotty cheetah sprinted quickly.

Into the car the spotty cheetah sprinted quickly.

Into the limo the spotty cheetah sprinted quickly.

Into the limo the spotty cheetah called Pasta sprinted quickly.

By Seb Spillane

It danced

The dog danced

The dog danced madly

The dog danced madly in the shower

The dog danced madly insane to the hot shower

By Hotili Asi

It moves.

A robot moves.

A robot moved.

A robot moved slowly.

A wretched robot moved slowly.

A wretched robot moved slowly out the door.

By Baxter Lewis

It moves.

The dugong moves slowly.

The dugong moved slowly.

The dugong swims slowly.

The dugong swims slowly in the middle of the sea.

The dugong swims slowly in the middle of the deep sea.

By Paolo Mordeno

It moves.

My mum moves.

My mum dances.

My beautiful mum dances awkwardly.

My beautiful mum dances awkwardly in the new kitchen.

By Sylvia Lavrijsen

It moves.

The horse moves.

The horse moved.

The horse moved gracefully.

The agile horse moved gracefully.

Over the hurdle, the agile horse moved gracefully.

By Grace Keno.

It moves.

The gorilla moves.

The gorilla moved funkily.

The gorilla moved funkily to the shower.

The gorilla moved around in the shower.

The hairy gorilla moved funkily in the slippery shower.

                                                          By Max Fatafehi                                              

                                                    It moved.                                                               

Mrs Dooley moves.

 Mrs Dooley moved slowly.

  Mrs Dooley moved slowly back home

  Eleni  Hausia

It moves.

The night fairy moves.

The night fairy moved wildly.

The glowing night fairy moved wildly.

The glowing night fairy moved wildly into the forest.

The glowing night fairy moved wildly into the

dark creepy forest.

By Anthony Chen

It flew

The monster flew.

The monster flew heavily.

The scary monster flew heavily.

The scary monster flew heavily against the brick wall.

BY JOHN ORILLO 

It danced.

A tree danced.

A puny tree danced.

A puny tree danced stupidly.

A puny tree danced stupidly into the supermarket.

A puny tree danced stupidly into the gigantic supermarket.

A puny tree danced stupidly into the gigantic supermarket wearing a pink tutu and snazzy sunglasses.

By Elenoa Asi.

It moves 

The pig moves

The pig moved

The pig moved gracefully

The pink pig moved gracefully.

The pink pig moved gracefully to the toy shop.

BY  OFA TOKAI

It meowed.

My cat meows.

My hungry cat meows.

My hungry tabby cat meows.

My hungry and thirsty tabby cat meows loudly.

By Campbell Fowler

It moved. 

The fairy moved.

The fairy moved swiftly.

The fairy flew swiftly.

The tiny fairy flew swiftly into the miniature tree hut.

By Zyanya Pe        

It moves.

The squid moves.

The squid plays.

Mr Squid Nugget plays.

Mr Squid Nugget plays Minecraft.

By Jack PatonJ

It hovers.

An astronaut hovers.

An astronaut hovered.

An astronaut hovered calmly.

                                     A brave astronaut hovered calmly.

A brave astronaut hovered calmly to a red moon rock.

By Samuel Plieger 

It moves.

Mrs Dooley moves slowly .

Mrs Dooley moves slowly to school.

The great Mrs Dooley moves slowly to school.

By Makayla Bean