Cyber Khalie

The reason I posted these is because in class we are learning about the Key Competencies and will be learning a little bit more later on in the term.

This fortnight I decided to choose my Maths. The reason I chose my Maths is because the first time I saw it I decided that I wouldn’t be able to do it but instead of switching off, (which is what I usually do) I listened, resulting in me understanding how to find the persentage of numbers. Here is how you work it out:

This week I chose my Reading. The reason I chose my Reading is becauase I have finished it before the deadline and some of the effects I came up with are different. What we had to do was list 10 effects of the Christchurch Earthquake – mine were -

1.) Reduce water use  2.) Schools close 3.) Buildings become unsafe 

4.) Sewage pipes break 5.) Aftershocks 6.) Food falls off shelves   

7.) Supermarkets close 8.) Increased births 9.) Works close 

10.) The Prime minister cancelled his visit to meet the queen.

We then had to make a Herring bone diagram to show what caused what. This is one of mine.

The Christchurch Earthquake CAUSED Aftershocks CAUSED Buildings to become unsafe CAUSED Schools and works to close CAUSED Stress on people to pay mortgage, bills etc CAUSED Increased births.

This week I chose my Basic facts test once again. The reason I chose my test is because the previous week I scored 100 with a time of 1 minute 29 of 5 minutes. This week I scored 100 with a time of 1 minute 21 of 5 minutes. Mr C (our teacher) said that he will buy anyone who scores 1 minute 20 a car. Although knowing Mr C it’ll turn out to be a toy car.

This fortnight I chose my Basic facts test. The reason I chose my test is because my top score for a while now has been 100 with a time of 1 minute 30 seconds. Last week though I scored 100 with a time of 1 minute 29 seconds. Lucky me. Now I have to score 1 minute 20 for a car.

This fortnight I chose my writing. The reason I chose my writing is because I like how my descriptions and wordings add humour and clear images. Below I have written my story and highlighted some parts I like.

I sit there, leg bouncing, that’s how you tell I’m nervous. Images of large needles enter my mind, making my leg pump faster. I tell myself to think about afterwards, that way it won’t seem like forever.
“I better hope like hell that I’m not diabetic, otherwise I’ll feel like this daily.” I tell myself.

“Alyxandra Devlin?” the nurse calls. Not wanting to seem scared I jump up, off my seat. The nurse jots down a few details and sends me to the Indian doctor. ”So what do you think it is?” the doctor asks in his accent. Mum, thinking of the worst, says diabeties. Of course I know what’s coming next – the finger prick. He tells me to wash my hands and Mum tells me to sanitise. “No, no, no, no, no ,no ,no.” he chants. Obviously that wasn’t the right thing to do. Apparently that makes the result of the finger prick wrong. So, I re-wash.  I slowly and cautiously place my shaken, wet hand, onto the desk. I’m confussed. I know this procedure involves a needle, but I don’t see one.
“Are you a brave girl?” he questions me.
“No.” I reply so fast it’s like a reflex.
“No?” he asks confussed.
“She doesn’t like needles.” Mum explains.
“Needle? What needle? I don’t have a needle.” he says a one word.
I look at Mum confussed. Bang! I quickly whip my head around. The tip of my middle finger has a drop of red blood.

To exaggerate my story a bit I’m going to say that I fainted at the sight of my own blood. O.K I know, that’s exaggerating a lot not a bit, but I’m telling the story so hush down. When I woke up I was in the car.Mum told me that my finger refussed to give enough blood to tell if I was diabetic or not. I sighed, great, now I need to wait even longer to find out if I’m diabetic or not.
“The only thing we found out was that your not.” she says in a conversational tone. I clap my hands in a London Tipton sort of way.
“Ouch!” I look at my finger and see a prick mark. That little dot made all that pain, wow. So I guess that means it’s the end of my bloody tale.

This week for my WOW I chose my Writing. The reason  I chose my writing is because the first time I wrote this copy the action part was very dull. I didn’t have many if any similies, 5 senses, descriptive sentances amd from my point of view it sounded like something a 7-year-old would write. The 2nd copy however was more detailed and I included more ation. It does it’s job a creates a clear images in the readers mind.Below is the 3rd paragraph of my 1st copy.

Turns out I thought wrong. As we start packing up tea ready for pudding the first drop of rain slides down my cheeck. Quickly the rest of the troops follow. Drip after drop after drip, it was raining. We quickly pick up everything and run towards the batch. Dad and Uncle Jason on the BBQ, Mum and Aunty Fi on the food and cutlery and Josh and I on blankets, clothing and jandels. This was turning out to be a bad Christmas.

And this is the 3rd paragraph from my 2nd copy. Highlighted are some parts that I think are good and like.

I obviously wasn’t positive enough. As we pack up preparing for pudding a low howl surrounds us. Rain troops begin to fall from the sky and their friend the wind happily pushes the lid on the BBQ down. Plastic plates fly away as we hurridly pack up the cutlery. T-bone becomes scared, wimpers, and jumps into the van for safety. “BANG!!” I push Josh out of the way just in time to see the table fall over. Waves crash angrily onto the shore, there is no sign of sea-life anymore. We hurtle all of our possesions into the vehicle. This isn’t exactly what I had visioned. No sun, no sand and no sea.

This week I chose my handwriting. On the 5th of May my focus was slope. Now I don’t want to sound to up myself but personally this is my best one this year, and it resulted in myself getting a smiley face worth 500 house points. My letters sloped the right way and the wern’t to low.

Above are the results of 3 weeks of flash facts. Over that period of time my highest score has been 19 with my lowest at 12. I’d really like to say the reason for my low score is because I moved up a book, but it’s not. It just wasn’t my day that day.

This week I chose my story.
The reason I chose my writing is because I liked the language I used and I also completed the task of using a spelling word in our story. In my story I didn’t make the 5 senses obvious by saying I saw… I smelt… etc. Unfortunately I didn’t draw out the problem very well and could have easily made it more descriptive and set the scene a little more. Below I have highlighted our  word of the week and a few sentances I like.

As the waves crash seagulls squak in a symphony of music. I lay down the family’s checkered blanket as my brother splashes in the sea. I place the picnic basket at the center of the table, handing cutlery out to everyone. Dad turns up the gas on the barbeque to lovingly butcher the steaks, patties and sausages. Mum serves up the salads, coleslaw and veges as I salivate at the sight of pudding. This was  going to be the best Christmas ever.

The sea salt air mixes with the potato salad, delictable. Dads famous charcol beef crunches  under my teeth, the flavour almost to strong. My benevolent Aunt has kindly donated some of her asparagus rolls, seasoned to perfection. Mums sumptuous roasted veges melt in my mouth. Uncle annoying pushes me over, grainy sand makes its way down my top. I shake it out a settle down for a sausage.  As I swirl the sauce I notice dark clouds coming. ” They can’t do much harm.” Ithink to myself. ” It’s summer after all.”

Turns out I thought wrong. As we start packing up tea ready for dessert the first drop of rain slides down my cheeck. Quickly the rest of the troops follow. Drip after drop after drip, it was raining. We quickly pick up everything and run towards the batch. Dad and Uncle Jason on the barbeque, Mum and Aunty Fi on food and cutlery and Josh and I on blankets, clothing and shoes. This was turning out to be a bad Christmas. 

In the safety of our batch we light the fire to keep warm. Josh and I retrieve our bed blankets to keeps everyone cozy. Mum heats up her self-saucing chocolate pudding to warm our insides. Dad inserts a DVD to keep everyone occupied, National Treasure 2: book of secrets, not exactly a Christmas classic but still a good movie. I ask Mum if we can make toast on fire and roasted marshmallows. She agrees and I fetch the kebab sticks. I suppose it turned out all right after all.