High Jumping

Now I personally find high jumping fun but difficult but GUESS WHAT... we actually have a coach named Andy that comes once a week to teach us how to run, JUMP, and throw! 
She made it a lot easier for me to understand and I think it's cool to share it with everyone.
So here it is! Comment down below if you also find high jumping difficult for you!

Shot-put skills

Now, Room 15 is practising our shot-put throwing with a practise ball which is obviously not as heavy as the real shot-put. If you want to know how to do it just read my post above and comment below if you understand.
Thank You!

Running Tips

YAY! Athletics is coming!
This year for Athletics we are especially lucky because we have a lovely coach named Andy and she's great.
She good with kids and has great skills in fitness.
My class decided we should share with everyone what we learnt from her.
She was teaching us how to Run, Jump and throw!

Glass (visy)

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Check out my cool poster about Glass.
May Road School, Room 15 were visitors to visy recently, because we have been studying recycle.
Visy is a recycle station and we learnt a lot about the process our rubbish goes through.
We also learnt what to put in our recycle bins and what not to put in our recycle bins.
We learnt a variety of different facts, for example
1. Keep the ids on all bottles being recycled
2. Not to put plastic in the recycle bin
and many other things.
Have you been recycling the right things?
Check out the poster on the other pupils in our classes blogs and think about recycling.
Comment below about a fact that you've learnt.

Maths with Rapunzel

Hi everybody!

Room 15 have been working on Fairy Tale’s and many other types of writing not long ago.

So my amazing maths loving teacher Mrs. Mellick has decided that we combine Fairy Tales with maths.

We were told to write out a maths problem using characters and objects from a Fairy Tale on our maths book,

but then she made it more challenging by saying that in order to be able to work out the answer, multiplication must have to be included.

Once upon a time,

there was a young girl named Rapunzel.

She lived in a tower with eight floors,

and each floor was 28cm.

Rapunzels hair was three times as long as the towers height,

all together.

How long was Rapunzels hair?

Click here after writing your solution as an answer!

Sleeping Beauty

Hi everybody!
This is my re-telling of sleeping beauty, but in my own words.
I reckon I actually did good but I would love to have some feedback and feed forward about my writing because I would like to make an improvement by the end of the year.
ENJOY!

Sleeping Beauty

Once a long time ago,

there lived and King and a Queen who have been blessed with a daughter.

The King was incredibly delighted to have a child,

so he held a HUGE feast in the palace.

All the cooks, chefs, bakers, butlers, and the maids, including the twelve fairies were invited.

However, the thirteenth fairy was not welcome at all to the feast.

This was because she was the most evil fairy of all,

and only released unpleasant wishes.

When the feast was over everyone grew silent as the twelve fairies arose to give their wishes for the child.

They gifted her with kindness, beauty, honesty and much more good things.

Just as the twelfth fairy was beginning to release her wish for the child the thirteenth fairy unexpectedly stormed in...

“How dare you not invite me to this feast!”

She boomed annoyed.

The king was terrified.

“How could I, you are the fairy of bad curses, and we treasure our dear child”

The thirteenth fairy was furious.

As she waved her wand upon the baby she shouted at the top of her lungs,

“When she is sixteen years of age, she shall prick her finger on a spindle and DIE! ”

With that, she huffed away.

It was all silent, no-one dared to speak as tears rolled down the king and the queens eyes.

“I have not yet given my wish for the baby

she said quietly

“I cannot completely change the spell but I can make it better”

She cleared her throat nervously and wove her wand over the baby.

“I declare, that when she pricks her finger she shall not die, but shall fall into an sleep for one-hundred years!”

not long after these words floated out of the fairy’s mouth,

the king immediately ordered all spinning wheels in the entire kingdom to be burnt down.

Years flew by and hardly anyone could remember the curse.

The king and queen would wake up and have breakfast with their daughter.

Soon the princess was turning fifteen and the King and Queen had planned an amazing party as they have for the past years.

Little did they remember that the daughter was in deep danger and so was the rest of the kingdom.

The daughter awoke and decided she would explore the kingdom, when all of a sudden she eyed a tiny door.

She opened the door slowly making a loud creak.

When she went in there was nothing but an old lady spinning at a spinning wheel.

The princess has never in her entire life seen a spindle so when the old lady invited her to try, she helped herself to it,

not knowing that it was the thirteenth evil fairy.

She pricked her finger on the spindle and immediately fell into deep sleep, and so did the rest of the entire kingdom.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!
Years past and many many princes had tried to search for the enchanted princess who was frozen in time, however there was a huge and tall thorn bush that stood at about three hundred meters and a hundred meters thick,

however on the hundred year since the horrifying incident somewhere around the world, a prince heard about the poor princess and set of at once.

It wasn’t an easy journey and it took over two nights.

It took all of his strength and courage to get to the wide open door to the castle.

He searched the entire kingdom until, just like the princess, eyed the tiny door.

When he opened it, there she was, the sleeping beauty.

It was love at first sight.

As he knelt down and kissed her the spell, at that moment suddenly broke and everything was back to normal.

Weeks later, the prince and the princess decided to get married and they lived happily ever after.

THE END            

Jack and the beanstalk (mum's point of veiw)

Hi Everybody!

This is just my re-telling of Jack and the beanstalk, but from Jack's mother perspective.

I hope you enjoy reading it, then give it a try yourself.

TIP:

Fairy tales are much more easier to do then Myths and legends.

It's more exciting to do it from the baddies point of view.

Once upon a time,

I was a poor widow, a mother of one and an ordinary villager.

The story of my past is quite interesting, and it all began like this...

It was an early saturday morning and my son Jack was telling me that he was going to starve to death,

but all our cupboards were empty and they’ve been like that ever since my husband died.

We had nothing but a cow, meaning all we ever had was milk.

So I made my decision to send Jack to market to sell our cow as it’s better safe then sorry.

So Jack walked slowly and silently down the road dragging the poor cow along with him until they met up with an old man.

“Where are you of to, young man”

Said the old man politely.

“”Well, my mother sent me to sell this cow at the market, as it’s our last and only hope”

replied Jack confidently.

The old man was also of to market to sell his five magic beans, and he asked to trade the cow for the magic beans.

Delighted Jack agreed and made his way home grinning from ear to ear.

When Jack got home he told me that this had happened.

I was overall not impressed, yanked the beans out of his hands tossed it out the window.

With that I sent him to bed, without supper.

The next morning I called Jack to come, but he never answered me.

When I knocked on his door he didn’t open, so I went right in to find his bedroom window wide open and to my surprise I could hear him singing from, what sounded like, so far and high above.

I could see bits of bean stalk branches poking in through his bedroom window and rushed to see why he sounded so far away.

I called to him to come down but he just carried on until he was just a tiny speck in the sky.

I cried all night worriedly, but at the break of dawn there was a knock at the door.

I rushed to open it and there he was, my bright little boy, Jack.

He told me all about his adventure at the top of the bean stalk and brought home a sack of GOLD!

At this point, I didn’t know whether to feel happy, proud or mad.

However, he didn’t tell me the truth.

He never said he was in the danger of an man eating giant or that the gold he brought home was stolen.

In fact he said it was what he had earned for doing a few chores for an old lady!

It was so much gold we were able to afford more clothes, food and even a few cows and other animals.

I told jack that I don’t want him to be climbing that beanstalk again.
That night I checked on Jack about five times in a row just to make sure he didn’t make a free run away the next day.

but surely enough because of staying awake all night I overslept and woke to late to stop Jack.

This time I wasn’t as worried and awaited anxiously with my head out the window.

This time he brought home a goose that was carefully placed in his arms.

When I heard him coming I ran outside to make sure he was fine.

Hi!

This is my re-telling of

With a sigh of relief I led him back inside to the cottage and asked a few questions about what happen this time.

Ok, I asked about twenty questions and he managed to answer them all without fainting but then again he didn’t tell me the entire truth.

This time he said that it was a reward from a man that he helped on a farm.

Once again I warned Jack about climbing the beanstalk and how incredibly dangerous it could be to fall down from so high above.

That night I didn’t wake up more than once to check on Jack,

in fact I had a lovely sleep, and once again overslept, but this time I woke up at the sound of loud BOOMING on the door.

I’m sure it couldn’t be Jack, because usually I only have to tell Jack once or twice about something that he needs to stop doing and he will listen.

But when I opened the door my son was waiting with a harp playing by his side.

To my surprise it was playing by itself, such beautiful sounds until Jack said “STOP” the harp stopped.

He said after being an assistant to a magician

(because his real assistant was sick and couldn’t make it to the festival)

he was given this lovely self-managing harp.

“I wish you were self-managing yourself!”

I said

“I don’t want you to keep climbing that stalk and you know it”

I said.

I made him make the fire and clean the house.

Lucky him we had hired a maid that had already made our house look spic and span, so I sent him to bed and locked his window with a lock.

Now, that Jack went to school, he had learnt to walk out the door if he wasn’t able to go through the window.

I was honestly fed up.

‘maybe I should ground him’

‘or maybe I should stop giving him lunch money’

Suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by a terrified shriek.

“Bring the axe”

the voiced cried.

It was Jack my poor son, I ran to the barn and grabbed the axe of the hook and ran to the back yard where my son was screaming and had his eyes fixed towards the sky.

he grabbed the axe from my hands and began chopping down the beanstalk.

I didn’t understand until I looked up to see a huge beast glaring down at us with eyes as big as three soccer balls put together!

He was shouting so loud you would have been able to smell his horrible breath from miles away!

At last Jack chopped down the beanstalk and the giant fell to his groom almost landing on our house.

In other words, it landed on our next door neighbours house.

To bad it was the first pig's house and it was made out of straw so instantly it broke down.

I asked Jack what all this meant and it explained the truth about everything but we couldn’t find a way back because half of the bean stalk was left dangling in the sky so Jack and I kept it and lived sort of happily ever after.

Now I am the richest women known in the village and I was able to afford brick for the first pig to rebuild his house.

I took the giant’s body to the museum.

(I was able to afford paying a house moving truck to come and take the giant.)

THE END