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Friday, 29 May 2015

my discovery

we have finished our hamburger cake. It was good

Thursday, 28 May 2015

explenation writing

my writing goal is punctuation here is a part of my writing that shows I can do this.

My career goal is to become an artist. There are many reasons why I want to become an artist, but one of the main ones is that I enjoy creating art, especially painting and sketching which is one of the things that artists do. Some other things that artists do is turn their creative ideas into works of art using things like paint, clay, wood, stone and much more. Some other things things that they will do is research designs, discuss clients requirements, produce art work and more. Opportunities to become and make a living as an artist are very low because it is hard to become established, and artists only get paid for what they sell.

Reading evidence

This is for a poem about hiding your feelings 

I can apply exploring the author’s purpose strategies

my goals for the year

my goals for the year is to learn all of my times tables, get along with my sisters more and to stay more focoused. I would say I am going pretty well with my goals

Thursday, 21 May 2015

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Friday, 15 May 2015

hamburger cake part 2

We have made a practice cake it took us a little while and we are ready to make and ice our actual cake.

part 1 hamburger cake

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Wednesday, 6 May 2015

WINTER

Winters wonderful trees layered in crisp white snow.
The sun shines on the freshly fallen snow giving it a bright fascinating glow.
The sharp icicles drip from a cave ceiling and land on my toes removing the feeling. 
The powerful powder white snow who's my face as I struggle across the street. 
The wild wetness seeping into my shoes soaking my feet. 
My marshmallows drown in my steaming hot chocolate, their screams growing fainter by the minute. 
This poem is almost ending and your probably sad to go but the moral of this story is don't eat yellow snow.