Camp Cooba

Cooba is just out of Cooma and is said to have some of the best activities around. Now enough of that brochure work and onto the interesting things. I think the best thing about Cooba is that most of the grade five students (including me) are all going to Cooba.

From the information that the grade sixes gave us, we found out that we will enjoy aspects like the big swing. We all found that pretty obvious.

Not long ago we were sorted into cabin groups. We were also sorted into activity groups then into quarters.

There will be more information on Cooba when I have actually been there.

My Trip in Melbourne

Of course, to get to Melbourne, we had to drive! We normally drive anyway, but this particular drive was extremely boring! Now that was because the only people in the car were Mum and I.


On the way we stopped for the night. We slept in bivy sacks. I enjoyed doing that for when you go to sleep you can let the nightly stars dream you to sleep. The next morning I spent most of the day asking for carrots and cashews. I also spent my time reading my only book (in the car) over and over and over and over. The fact is that the book only had ten pages! So in the end I ended up reading it backwards and up-side-down.


When we FINALLY arrived in Melbourne the first thing that we did was take ages to find a parking spot, then I had to put on a skirt instead of wearing my jeans 'cause mum thought it wasn't formal enough. Well I don't think so! Anyway, the whole point of being in this old-fashioned street was to see this singing performance.

We missed out on the first six and the last three, but that didn't matter because I found a 'Little Friend', no I mean literally, she wanted me to call her 'Little Friend'! These were some of my favourite songs that poeple sang (they were all adults):

I'm Sandra Dee, and so on, I can't remember any more.
So I stayed with my relatives, had fun, then endured the boring trip home.

My Day as a Invisible Person

One cloudy morning, I was woken by a loud commotion in the kitchen. I rubbed my tired eyes, wondering why I should even bother getting up. I mean, who really cares what someone was making such a fuss about? I did.

I couldn't exactly find any clothes apart from my special see-through night gown that was from Afghanistan. I mumbled "morning" to my mum who spun around quickly to see who had spoken. Strangely enough, my mother stared straight through me, shrugged then turned around again.

"Er, hallo?" This time everyone looked around. One of my younger sisters shivered and asked dad if they didn't have to wait for two weeks just to move out this spooky house. "Well" Dad sighed."I am very sorry to say this but... Every single house is taken. Apart from this strange house that is bigger on the inside."

"Plus, we don't have any money." My mother added. "That is only because last week your farther and I got kicked out of our jobs." I was devastated. I opened my mouth to say something but clapped my hand to my lips just in case they couldn't see me.

Why couldn't my family see me? Maybe it was some sort of game? Crazy ideas and solutions whizzed through my head as my family huddled together in fright. For no particular reason, I moved my shaking hand in front of my bewildered face. What I saw made me faint.

"OW! OW! OW!" I cried. Scream! Scream! Scream! Came the response. People were walking all over me, making my muscles groan in the effort to keep myself awake. Couldn't they see me?
Were they blind? Is how they thought they could treat me? After all I had done?

Actually, they couldn't see me? Could they? It is hard to find the right words that could explain what I saw. But I will try my best. I... I... I was invisible. So I decided to run away. Away from those agonising feet. I hoped I was dreaming. Yes I dearly dreamed that.

The next morning it was sunny. And I never ran away. I slept for the rest of the day instead.
Nor was I invisible. About a month after that I realized that it was a kind of curse. Every cloudy day I would turn invisible. Now I enjoyed that experience.

Tyger, Tyger

Tyger Tyger. Burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye.

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat.

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp.

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears

And watered heaven with their tears:

Did he smile His work to see?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Wind in the Willows

"There is nothing, absolutely nothing, half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats... simply messing."
By Kenneth Grahame

Medieval Food

The food we eat today is a whole different from the food the people ate in Medieval times.
We eat: chocolate, mince pie, cream, ice cream, lollies, noodles, bread, fruit, and way more.
They ate: rotten food, royal banquets, feats, ale bread, fruit and a bit more.
We drink: wine, hot chocolate, fruit juice, fizzy drinks, milk, water and beer.
They drank: wine, water and maybe beer.
Making the food was hard enough. but actually getting the food was even harder.

To get your daily deliver of bread you had to work for it.

OR make it.

OR buy it.

You could also trade things for food. If you were female you were expected to know how to cook for your family.

Ingredients:

2 cups flour 2 tsp baking powder
1 dsh salt
12 oz ale
1x scallion, handful, chopped1x cheese, handful, grated

Method:

Stir flour, salt, and baking powder together. Add beer. Stir in green onions and cheese, if desired. Knead dough briefly, adding more flour if sticky. Shape into a round loaf and place in a greased pie pan or on a greased cookie sheet. Bake at 375 F. for 30 minutes, until golden brown or until loaf sounds hollow when tapped.

Dreamtime Stories

Dreamtime stories make me think of what it would be like with out houses, electricity and all that gear that we use today.
It makes me ask:
What would we eat?
Where would we eat?
How would we find out things like the weather?
Would life be easier or harder?
Would we shelter from rain?
Most of those questions can be answered, but some we just have to wait for the answer.

Singers and Actors

Most of us like to listen to music. Some people don't. Most of us like sitting down on a hot Summer day to listen to a CD. Some people don't. Most of us get disappointed when their listening to music and the power gets cut. Some people don't. Some don't appreciate all the hard work singers put in to their work. Some people do. Singers and actors are a part of our daily life. I think that singers and actors are brilliant! Do you? Actors are people who like to show their faces to the world. They perform on stages, TV and so many other places. Maybe someone you know will take to the stage some day.

More about Aboriginal myths and Legends

This is for Ms S.

1. How did the Aboriginal people on Earth spend their time during the day?They collected abundant foods.
2. Who was the most famous singer and dancer?Purupriki.


3. Why did the men of the neighboring tribe pay a visit? To watch Purupriki dance and sing.


4. Was it a friendly visit? How do you know? Because it is never mentioned in the story.


5. Why did the men get up early next morning? To collect food for the tribe.


6. Purupriki crept 'through the darkness of the mangrove swamps'.

What is a mangrove swamp? Check the dictionary.A mangrove swamp is a swamp made up of mangrove trees and is often near the beach.

8.Collective nouns are names given to a group of smaller objects. For example, a class is a name given to a group of students.

Match the collective nouns listed in (a) to the correct group listed in(b).

flock school swarm pride herd audience

people sheep lions fish insects cattle

9.Why were the flying foxes angry with Purupriki? Because early in the morning, he banged on their tree with his club.

10.What did the flying foxes do with Purupriki? They flew him up, up, up to the heavens.

11.How did the Aborigines know it was their much-loved Purupriki being carried away? Because as they carried him he sang to all his friends.

12.Purupriki became a bright star and the flying foxes became the Milky Way

13.A short description of a story is called an outline. Write an outline of this story, with no more that three sentences.There once was a man who was very talented at singing and dancing, his name was Purupriki.

Look at this:

Wow!
That photo really does make me smile. When I look at that photo I think that we don’t exactly need cars and stuff. It’s just like that question:

Would you be able to live without a TV?

I would.
But sometimes it’s just nice to sit down and relax in front of the TV. It just shows how we are all different.