Friday, 29 November 2013

Step 5, final Tarte Tatin

Before this step we placed a pastry ON TOP of the pan. We placed the pastry on top so it will bake. After it has baked and it's golden brown, let  rest for two minutes. After it has rested flip the pan upside for the apples to all onto the pastry. Next  we ...
Place it on a plate. Now it's ready to eat with, French ice-cream and Pomegranate. It was delicious and simple to make. Try it for yourself some day. Hmm ... yummy! Doesn't that look nice!

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Step 4 Tarte Tatins

Later place the apples in the butter. Let the sugar mingle with the butter to get that caramel flavour. When it looks cooked and smells, feels, taste cooked then it is time to take it of the stove (off course)

Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Step 3 Tarte Tatin

After that ... melt a block of butter in a frying pan. Make sure you don't get burt... to be continued ...

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Step 2 Tarte Tatin

The sprinkle brown sugar over the apples. Make sure that the sugar will fall down the sides to the apples under. This will make the sweetness stick. And then ...

Monday, 25 November 2013

Tarte Tatin

Walt: ???

Not so long ago the children in Room 11 did a maths test. When the maths test was over, our teacher was revealed. Nearly every child got a high result in their test and miss was overwhelmed. Miss hit us with an idea, she decided we should bake something for each student. Recently we made Tarte Tatins (its a dessert with a apple and Carmel)

First we peeled the apples and cut them in quarters. Then we squeezed the lemon all over the apples. Britney loves lemon so she ate the rest. To be continued ...

Friday, 22 November 2013


Walt: Solve problems in Strand.

Gallons and Quarts

This game is about converting. Please forget the music (in the top left corner) I was just having fun. Anyway, I couldn't understand what this game was actual about but I will give it time. The easiest part was obviously choosing the answer. The challenge part was knowing which one is the actual answer. I guessed a lot but I sooner or later I won't be guessing.

Thursday, 21 November 2013

I admire ... because ...

Career Idol


Thursday, 14 November 2013


Walt: 1. write a narrative.
        2. write in paragraphs.


I was listening to my music one night. My mum interrupted me on the other side of the door.
“Chelly, dinner’s ready!” mother shouted. I glared at the door, and carried on listening to my songs. Five minutes later my dad walked in. I hate it when my parents disturb me! So annoying!

“What are you doing?” Dad whispered silently.

I frown at him and pretend I didn’t hear a word. He looks at my phone and reads my texts. I push him aside and walk towards the door. We both walk out the door, my pace was a little bit faster. As I sat on the chair, my mother questions me.
“Chelly, Why did you bring your phone?” As if I ever wanted to answer her.
“Chelly, answer me or I will...” I cut her half way.
“I am listening to my music” staring my mother into her eyes. I love my music. I was listening to 2 Pac that night.

I could see the anger rising inside my mothers eyes. My dad just looked exhausted from working. I pick up my fork and start to pick at the vegetables. A few moments later my mother snatched the phone of me. I forgot to log out by the way. Anyways, she should know how much I adore that thing. So then, I ran into my room and slammed the door behind me. I can sense what she was doing. She was probably scrolling up and down my messages, deleting and replying. I sulked on my bed for two minutes, then my father came into my room again.

The next morning I went to my mothers room. I didn’t want to apologize, I mean, do I have to. She took my phone so she did the wrong thing. Well apologizing was the only way to get my phone back. I thought of stealing it but I would just make things worst . Okay. I awoken my mother. My heart was just racing. I took big deep breaths. She sat up. I took another breath and apologized. She looked surprised and hugged me. I hate hugs from my parents. Ugh! disgusting. She handed over the phone. I was relieved and sprinted to my bed.

It was 6 am on a Saturday morning, my dad left to work. My mother was in the kitchen cooking. I could smell the pancakes with golden syrup from my room. I couldn’t be bothered getting out of my Pyjamas. She was sliding a hot plate onto the table from the stove. My eyes started to grow bigger and bigger. For the first time I left my phone in my room. I ate every bit too.
The theme of this story is to listen to your parents and control your habits.

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

The penguin with a problem

Walt: 1. write a narrative.
        2. use words to paint a picture.

The penguin with a problem

It’s been three days since I haven’t been home. All I saw was white blocks of gigantic ice. The temperature was worser than New Zealand. I went to my wardrobe to put on extra layers. As I was holding onto the side-bar, I could see a penguin from a distance.

Just a little pinch of light led me to the penguin. It squealed and squealed. I felt like it was squealing  for me. On it’s white coated, beautiful fur, it had drips of blood. I was shocked. I grabbed one more jacket and ran off the ship. Tears were running down the penguins face. Since my job was saving antarctica animals, I’d assumed I would help.

I sprinted back onto the ship. I could feel the coldness punch my cheeks. It was night time so I was sure to take my glow in the dark torch. I ran to the front of the ship to ring somebody. I heard crackling noises. Inside my heart, I was struggling. Maybe this poor penguin needed me? So I went back to the penguin with an axe.

The axe was razor blade sharp and incredibly big. I started axing the ice. I was careful enough to dodge the penguin. It shrieked loudly over night. My ears turned red. I was near the penguins feet by then. At 6 am in the morning the penguin was loose to roam again. I fell on the cold harden ice. After a few hours of sleep in my ship, I went back to New Zealand.

The news spread wide world quickly. Everyone was clueless with no evidence given. Five years later somebody went to antarctica and found the penguin. That person sore the scare hidden beneath the fur. I became a little bit famous. The person who found the penguin.....
to be continued....

The theme of this story is to help when someone or something needs help, even if you are alone. :D

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Alvie little Burro's first Halloween

Walt: answer the question

Alvie little Brown Burro’s first Halloween
-authors purpose

In the story, it was near Halloween but it was autumn. Alvie (the main character) liked to play outside and jump in the leaves. Alvie was attacked ran into a bully one day, which was a squirrel. Alvie didn’t attack the squirrel but made sure he was protected for when he runs into them again. I have never been bullied my whole life, if cyber bullied is included then yes. When I was getting bullied I ignored her and continued. Alvie learned that you don’t have to attack a bully next time you see one, just keep your cool and get help.

Friday, 8 November 2013


Walt: 1. write a narrative.
        2. use words to paint a picture.
        3. use senses.


That scent you get when the firework has blown. I was sniffing smoke all around One Tree Hill. It was Guy Fawkes night and woah!, wasn’t it crowded. I didn’t light any fireworks. To me, fireworks were over rated.

Bang! bang! Boom! Boom! those fireworks couldn’t stop mimicking each other. I thought that night was my last. I was so frightened, I decided to go back to my car. As I was running to hop back in my car, there was this loud firework that just went crazy. I dropped dead to my knees as the sound punched my left ear. I couldn’t see a single person when I arose. It was misty. Someone just started squealing as the big one shot. Everyone zoomed past me to see wh at was going on. I’m not that noisy so I carried on running to my car.

The scream got worser. It was like a parrot screeching in my ear. The fireworks suddenly stopped. I was so worried. I got out of the car and ran to the crowd. Nothing in sight so far, just people gossiping. I started standing on the edge of my toes. Blood mingled with the grass. My eyes biggered when I saw that hopeless child.

The ambulance arrived in a few seconds. It wasn’t my child, but I still shared tears. The police also came to shut the field down. The crowd began to disappear a few hours later. Then there was me. Just thinking what could have happened if that huge firework didn’t go off. I took nobody to blame. It was Guy Fawkes night so there will definitely be big fireworks. Duh!

I went home and ordered some pizza. The child was obviously in hospital for a while. I wished my hardest, that child should and will survive. I haven’t seen another incident like that ever again, I hope not too. The next year was even better because no children were found. I still don’t buy fireworks. I only went the year after and I haven’t been back.
The theme of this story is to be aware of what's going on and stay safe around fireworks.
Fixing up the choice of language.

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Halloween is here! SO...BEWARE!!!

Walt: write a poem with meanings and rhymes.


On the 31st of October
There are really scary stuff
the eve of “all saints day”
It is also believed
That the ghost aboard earth
Free candy
Of strangers
is all I think of
Children’s dress up
as everything scary in mind
Witches, ghost and pumpkins
all represent it
Bloody teeth
bushy hair
spiders, pumpkins
Halloween is here!

Monday, 4 November 2013

revision of translation

Walt: solve problems in geometry and measurement.


This game is just about translation (transforming). I had to translate the triangle coloured, to the area that was given. The answer Q is the answer because you can not rotate the shape. The easy part was knowing where to place the triangle. The challenging part was drawing the shape of the triangle. Next I would like to draw, and translate different, and harder shapes then a triangle.

Friday, 1 November 2013

Revision of reflection, translation, and rotation

Walt: solve problems in geometry and measurement.

Revision of reflection, translation, and rotation

This game is about revising my knowledge about reflection, translation and rotation. In the picture it shows a “Q” being translated. I found this game a bit easy because I have did this before. The challenging part was remembering how to do it. I have learnt so many things within this aspect of maths. Next I want to reflect, translate, and rotate more difficult shapes.