The delious biscuits

The biscuits taste like heaven.You could smell them from a mile away.You could feel the cookie doe softing in my hand.I hear crunch crunch when it went in my mouth.I could see heaps of delicious cookies on the table.I could even see my brother trying to steal them all because he’s a cookie monster.

We had to write a descriptive writing about the delious biscuits.By Jamielee

Instersting facts about stomach

What dakota and I found challenging was finding heaps of facts of google and what we already new.

Motorbike descriptive writing

Zoom zoom! Beep beep “move it” I yell as I zoom past a car. It is as speedy as lightning. I was so excited to go for a new adventure.  I was going on 4hr ride on the countryside road. The road was different colors because of a cheap old thing on the road. Now I have to pass it because I want to keep on the road. So I can get to my camping place. The motorcycle’s wheels were burning it smelt like burnt rubber. I could feel bugs drooping down my shirt and the wind beneath my eyes.”I wish I brought my special goggles” saying to myself with a whisper. I shot off  in the night.I could hear my tyres rubbing against the ground they were flat as a popped balloon.And the road was covered with gasoline and oil everywhere. Remind myself to never take adventure again saying to myself.

We were learning to show not tell and wasn't aloud to put the word fast in our writing.

Show don't tell writing

Ewww what the heck she said with a terrified face.It was a weird bug it had a dark brown shell with nippers and a hard head it felt like a helmet. Her eyes popped with fright she could smell fear in the air. Her heart pounded it sounded like thunder.her eyes looked like they were crossed. Her mouth went wide open her face screwed up as it moved then she found out what sort of bug it was it was a weta its face looked like a ant face its body was a weird shape its whole body was dark brown It was medium size. She gasped with fright.

The room was a mess

The room was mess

A mountain of clothes making a misty feeling in the air. There was mountains of stuff on the floor, no longer being able to see the carpet. Makeup and Lego bits scattered all around the room. Everywhere I looked, looked like a bomb of makeup and lego exploded leaving a mess all around. The carpet in the room looked like dust mites lurking in it. It felt like I was stuck in a rubbish dump. The room was misty, dusty and damp I could barely breathe.

My amazing gymnastics writing

                                                               

Welcome to the stage Jamielee Sanson please make your mark on the floor. I popped out of the crowd and leaped on the gymnastics floor.
The floor was hard as concrete. I can hear my heart beating like thunder going boom boom. This was new to me. I can hear the silence of the crowd wondering if I’m going fail or not. You can do it Jamie saying to myself in a whisper. I could smell the dusty dirty floor. I saw the crowd with disbelief faces. Then I jumped into action and flipped into the upside down splits. I don’t want to hit the ground. I can do it then for some reason it was over. I landed on my feet like a champion gymnast landing a triple double flip. I couldn't believe it suddenly the crowd went wild I heard cheering from all around the room I heard it everywhere.


What I found challenging about this writing was not to write a story. By Jamielee
And the thing I loved about writing gymnastics is that I really enjoy doing it during lunch limes and morning teas

Apollo 11 time line

We were learning to draw a time line