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Friday, June 26, 2020

Ickabog Illustration

Ickabog Illustration

For one of my reading activity's this week we had to do an Ickabog Illustration.  This week we had to draw Bert and Mrs Beamish waving goodbye. The Ickabog.


Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Hatchet Survival Kit

Hatchet Survival Kit

For one of my reading activity's we had to make our own survival kit and put all the stuff we would need to survive. 


Friday, June 19, 2020

Math

Math

For my math this week I had to do 80 minutes of maths whizz but I did 100, we had to do 5 prototecs, and we did two practice activity's one with the teacher. We worked on multiplying by 10, 100, 1000.

Questions:

1. ____ x 98 = 98000
2. 763 x ____ = 7630
3. ___ x 807 = 8070
4. 1000 x ___ = 663000
5. 686 x ___ =  686000
6. 1000 x ___ = 715000
7. ___ x 10 = 8900
8. ___ x 1000 = 483000
9. ___ x 1000 = 748000
10. ___ x 718 = 718000
11. 1000 x ___ = 682000
12. ___ x 115 = 115000
13. ___ x 1000 = 127000
14. ___ x 1000 = 509000
15. ___ x 689 = 689000
16. ___ x 1000 = 220000

Answers:

1. 1000
2. 10
3. 10
4. 663
5. 1000
6. 715
7. 1000
8. 483
9. 748
10. 1000
11. 682
12. 1000
13. 127
14. 509
15. 1000
16. 220

Questions:

1. 1000 x ___ = 68000
2. ___  x 280 =28000
3. ___ x 1000 = 761000
4. ___ x 100 = 78600
5. 10 x ___ = 1320
6. 618 x ___ = 61800
7. 918 x ___ = 918000
8. 1000 x ___ = 857000
9. ___ x 100 = 39900
10. ___ x 10 = 2790
11. 294 x ___ = 294000
12. ___ x 135 = 13500
13. ___ x 1000 = 215000
14. 1000 x ___ = 229000
15. ___ x 1000 =410000
16. ___ x 85 = 85000

Answers:

1. 98
2. 1000
3. 761
4. 786
5. 132
6. 100
7. 1000
8. 857
9. 399
10. 279
11. 1000
12. 100
13. 215
14. 229
15. 410
16. 1000


Thursday, June 18, 2020

Ickabog Illustration

Ickabog Illustration

For one of my reading tasks this week we had to draw another Ickabog illustration.  For my illustration this week I did Bert's tiny gold medal. The Ickabog.


Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Cyber Smart

Cyber Smart

For this Cyber Smart lesson we had to make our blog profiles on a google slide.


Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Gray Paulsen, Hatchet

Gray Paulsen, Hatchet

For reading this week we got to read chapters 3 & 4.  For the activity we had a google drawing to all our tasks and I did find interesting parts of the story and write them down so I did that and put it on a google drawing.  This book is really good so far and interesting.



Going to die Brian thought. His whole brain screamed it in a sudden silence. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and held to nose down. The plane went into a glide, a very fast glide that ate altitude, and suddenly there weren’t any lakes. All he’d seen since they started flying over the forest was lakes and now they were gone. He desperately needed a lake right in front of the plane and all he say through the the windscreen were trees, green death trees. Not quite in front but slightly to the right he saw a lake. L-shaped with rounded corners, and the plane was nearly aimed at the long part of the L, coming from the bottom but heading to the top. He pushed right rudder pedal and the nose moved over. But the turn cost him speed and now the lake was above the nose. He pulled back on the wheel slightly and came up. This caused the plane to slow dramatically and almost seem to stop and wallow the air. The controls became very loose and frightened Brian, making him push the wheel back in. this increased the speed a bit but filled the windscreen once more with nothing but trees, and put the lake well above the nose and out of reach.  For a space of three or four seconds things seemed to hang, almost stop. The plane was flying, but so slowly, so slowly . . . it would never reach the lake. Brian looked out to the side and saw a small pond and at the edge of the pond some large animal - he thought moose - standing out in the water. All so small looking so stopped, the pond and the moose and the trees, as he slid over them now only three of four feet off the ground - all a picture. Then everything happened at once. Trees suddenly took on detail, filled his whole vision with green, and he knew he would hit and die, would die, but his luck held and just as he was to hit he came into an open lane, a channel of fallen trees, a wide place leading to the lake. The plane, committed now to landing, to crashing, fell into the wide place like a stone, and Brian eased back on the wheel and braced himself  for the crash. But there was a tiny bit of speed left and when he pulled on the wheel the nose came up and he saw in front the blue of the lake and at that instant the plane hit the trees. There was a great wrenching at the wings caught the pines of the clearing and broke back. Then the wild crashing sound, ripping of metal, and the plane rolled to the right and blew through the trees, out over the water and down, down slam into the lake, skip once on water as hard as concrete, water that tore the windscreen out and shattered to the side windows, water that dove him back into his seat. Someone screamed tight of fear and pain.

Friday, June 12, 2020

The Ickabog Illustration

The Ickabog Illustration 

For one of my reading activity's we had to read chapter's 3,4,&5. You had the choice to do things from the story I chose to do the house with the black drapes. Link to the book. 


Thursday, June 11, 2020

Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

For reading we are reading a book called the hatchet.  We only read chapters 1&2. For the activity we have a google drawing to go on and we have activity's the activity I did the one were you right some interesting parts of the book and write them down and post it to our blog.

Brian Robeson is thirteen years old only passenger on the plane, he is a city boy.  He was on his way to go to oil fields in Canada to see his dad after the divorce of his parents.  The pilot had spoken “get in the co-pilots set.” Which Brian had done.  Brian started thinking. Always it started with a single word.  Divorce.  It was an ugly word, he thought. A breaking word, an ugly breaking word. Divorce. Secrets. No, not secrets so much as just the secret. The pilot sat large, his hands lightly on the wheel, feet on the rudder pedals.  On the dashboard in front of him Brian saw dials, switches, meters, knobs, levers, cranks, lights, handles that were wiggling and flickering.  His mother had driven him from the city to meet the plane at Hampton where it came and picked up the drilling equipment. His mother had gone back to driving only to speak to him one more time when the were close to Hampton.  She reached over the back of the seat and brought up a paper bag. “I got something for you, for the trip.”  Brian took the bag and opened the top.  In side there was a hatchet, the kind with a steel handle and a rubber hand grip.  The head was in a stout leather case that had a brass riveted belt loop.  Brian turned again to glance at the pilot, who had both hands on his stomach and was grimacing in pain, reaching for the left shoulder again as Brian watched. “Don’t know, kid…” The pilot’s words were a hiss barely audible. “Bad aches here. Bad aches. Thought it was something I ate but..” The pilot reached out for the switch on his mike cord, his hand coming up in a small arc from his stomach, and he flipped the switch and said, “This is flight four six…” And now a jolt took him like a hammer blow, so forcefully that he seemed to crush back into the seat, and Brian reached for him, could not understand at first what it was, could not know.  And then knew. Brian knew. The pilot’s mouth went rigid, he swore and jerked a short series of slams into the seat, holding his shoulder now. Swore and hissed, “Chest! Oh God, my chest is coming apart!” Brian knew now. The pilot was having a heart attack. The pilot was having a heart attack and even as the knowledge came to Brian he saw the pilot slam into the seat one more time, one more awful time he slammed back into the seat and his right leg jerked, pulling the plane to the side in a sudden twist, and his head fell forward and spit came. Spit came from the corners of his mouth and his legs contracted up, up into the seat, and his eyes rolled back into his head until there was only white. A strange feeling of silence and being alone.  The pilot was gone, beyond anything he could do.


Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Cyber Smart

Cyber Smart

For our Cyber Smart lesson today we learnt about private and personal information, and blog profile.


Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Cyber Smart

Cyber Smart

For our Cyber Smart lesson Leandri and I did a blog battle it is were you go onto the other persons blog and put in points and take away points if they have certain things on their blog. Click on the first picture for the link. I put a photo of my trophy.