Music Art

We created some music using jars containing different amounts of coloured water. Once we had composed our tune, we painted the tune in the appropriate colours on paper. Then we wrote about the different sounds that we heard and shared it with a buddy. Take a look at Seesaw to see individual composition. 

Yoga

We were happy, hungry, thirsty, tired and very proud of ourselves about the Music Festival last night.

We started the day on Wednesday with some Yoga to wake up our brains so we can be ready to do it all again tonight!

The Chefs

 

The "Crazy Cooks" are waiting patiently for the concert to start. 

They are excited and nervous about performing to lots of people.

Blogging Commenting

Some of us have been learning how to comment on blog posts. We had some comments from http://mrwebbauroa.blogspot.co.nz/ so we have been using our online manners and commenting on their blog. If you see our blog, please comment on our work we would love to hear from you 

by Jupiter :)

Junk Bots Aliens

The music performance is fast approaching! 

Things that we think are going well:

• Molly: We have got some of the dance moves  spot on e.g. the patting on shoulders
• Eden: The electricity bit looks good. The star jumps also look good. 
• Angus: The costumes are awesome!
• Reuben: I like the drumming. We are in time. 
• Dylan: The electricity and the drumming look epic.
• Edward: The flying saucer looks great!
• Izar: The slow motion part looks cool. 
• Jasmine: I like the bit where we go crazy (dancing)
• Theo: I like it when I shout, "parents join in!"

Noodles in my Nostrils by Kenn Nesbitt

Today we read a poem called, "I have Noodles in my Nostrils" by Kenn Nesbitt. The poem is about noodles that fall onto parts of the body. The person who says the poem is a bit silly and calls himself a nincompoop. He falls asleep while eating his lunch of chicken noodle soup. The poem is very funny. 

By Adam and Dylan

I Have Noodles in My Nostrils by Kenn Nesbitt

I have noodles in my nostrils. I have noodles on my nose. There are noodles on my cheeks and chin and dripping down my clothes. I’ve got more upon my forehead. Some are sticking to my neck. It’s completely disconcerting. I’m a noodle-covered wreck. I can see them on my kneecaps, and I know they’re in my shoes. (When I stand, they’re somewhat squishy, and I feel them start to ooze.) There are several in my pockets. There’s a handful in my hair. And I’m pretty sure that some are even in my underwear. So try not to do what I did: I’m a total nincompoop, and I fell asleep at lunch while eating chicken noodle soup. Here are some of us reading the poem:

Spanish with Maria: Supermercato

We have been learning different food types and what to say at the supermarket. You can learn some Spanish songs here: 
https://rockalingua.com/songs