I don’t like to wear school uniforms because it takes lots of responsibility. It makes me feel so ireful.
I hate going through all weekday morning putting my uniforms on instead of wearing any random clothes in the cupboards. Also uniforms wastes our mothers and fathers money and time paying for uniforms and washing the uniforms. I know uniforms identifies my school but still don’t like uniforms.
My opinion to parents is very simple. Stop wasting money and time on uniforms!
My poster is about the London Olympics 2012. My sports that were featured and designed on my poster was basketball. First I sketched my artwork in a practice A3 paper and then I outlined it with the vivids. After that we used the dye. The Dye looked watery and it looked like water or food colouring. I enjoyed making my poster it was fun.
It was a nice day for a good game of soccer. Happily I jogged my way to the reserve with others.
Everyone is getting ready and warming up for a game. Mr Harris comes and yells us to come in circle. He says, “ We’re have a quick game of soccer and remember mark up and break free.” Everyone goes into teams of 6 or 7. First we put ourselves into our position then got ready to play.
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goes the whistle, the other team kicked off. One by one every one slips destroying the grass. I tried not to slip and tried not to get dirty. Quickly running towards the others teams goal. Lee was trying to control the ball while he was passing it to me.
I tried to pass the ball to Lee but he was marked I was trapped so I ran towards the goal but the other team stole the ball off me. Ten minutes later Mr Harris blew the whistle again To finish the game.
I had a good time. It was awesome.
On a sunny morning, Room 15 had sausage sizzles. We decided to write about them. It was an amazing moment.
First we all chopped an onion each. Most of us cried. I chopped my onions too big, I stopped and then I went back doing our work. I watched some kids crying. It was fun.
Next Mr Marks used the onions and sausages to be grilled. I patiently watched it. It looked nice and delicious. Then it was finally cooked and ready to be eaten.
It tasted delicious and scrumptious and it was leading crumbs everywhere. I needed a hot nice sausage. It was delightful.
I enjoyed my day. It was fun.
Cross Country is good for your body and health. It’s also tiring.
Cross Country for me is like running a 42km marathon. Also like a monster in the closet and like geting on detention by our Mr Burt. I really dislike cross country but as I run I know i'm getting fitter and fitter to run the 42km marathon and to face the monster in the closet and also not getting on detention by Mr Burt.
Most times I think Cross Country is like bees and wasps trying to sting me and like sharks going violent but I know my body wants it. Yes I get tired going past Mr Somerville and back to Ms King but I know its building me up to a better and stronger boy. As I go past Miss King she yells, “ faster Henry faster Or else you're running again tomorrow lunchtime !.” Sometimes I wonder shouldrun as fast as my small slow legs go, letting the engine of my body speed up and sometimes I just keep jogging or walking and then end up coming last again to run again back to Miss King and back.
Past Mr Somerville and back to Mrs King and then back to Mrs Garden I go. Some times I could hear huff and puffs as I run. I try to talk to anyone but no one talks back.
I love running sometimes. It makes me fit.
