Shakespeare Challenge

Shakespeare was baptised on the 26th of April 1564, and he died on the 23rd of April,1616.

Types of plays:
tragedies comedies histories
List some of the famous plays and poems
-Romeo and Juliet
-Sonnet 18

Quotes:

Sonnet 18

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date".

Hamlet

To be, or not to be: that is the question". - (Act III, Scene I).

"Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry". - (Act I, Scene III).

"This above all: to thine own self be true". - (Act I, Scene III).

"Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.". - (Act II, Scene II).

"That it should come to this!". - (Act I, Scene II).

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so". - (Act II, Scene II).

"What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! ". - (Act II, Scene II).

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks". - (Act III, Scene II).

Periodic Table of the Elements

The Periodic Table includes liquids, gases and metal. They often have a short form. For instance, Lithium = LI. The graph below is if course the Periodic Table. There are 89 solids, 14 liquids and gases. In total, there are exactly 112 subtances on the basic Table.
Sometimes there is a section of artificially prepared subtances as well.

Keep looking out for more cool experiments!

Italian Lesson 2

Q:Dove abiti?
(Where do you live?)

A:Abito a Canberra.
(I live in Canberra.)

Q:Come ti chiamo?
(What is your name?)

A:Mi chiamo Fluffy.
(My name is Fluffy.)

Q:Come stai?
(How are you?)

A:Bene grazie.
(Good thanks.)

Italian Lesson Introduction

Noi studiamo l'Italiano.
We study Italian.

Mi chiamo Fluffy.
My name is Fluffy.

Questa e la mia macchina.
This is my car.

Questa e una Ferrari.
This car is a Ferrari.

NAPLAN Writing Activity, Topic: Discovery

Scarlet Night

"Mor silently slithered out of the bed that she had known since the moment she was born and stole into the moonlit kitchen. Morlensieniya had been left alone when her parents and her noisy siblings had gone to get a dying hen from the farm, seventeen miles away. They did not come back. That night it was Scarlet Night. The night when all lights are switched off.

The worst bit was when her twin sister, Fredora, had mysteriously disappeared. Fred' had wanted to go with their mum ans dad, but that couldn't be arranged quick enough.

She had managed to stay alive for the six months that separated that lousy morning when her mother had kissed her goodbye and this pitiful night alone. Her family had taken everything but her, her twin, and her bed.

The night had been cold, for Mor had no blankets to keep her hands and feet warm, so it was painful to creep through the door and fetch the rotten veggies' that were slowly running out.

Wiping the blood off her unhealed wounds, Mor winced as she hunched through the cracking doorway. She was forced to hunch for when the door was wrenched off its hinges, half the house came too.

There was a crack. Then a slightly stifled groan. Mor had no idea what was happening, but she had the faint instinct to... RRRRUUUUNNNN!!!! Mor dived out the door frame, landing rather painfully on a knife bearing thorn bush.

But that was nothing to what she saw heading right for her. The size of 10000000000 trucks glued together, the cyclone pushed its way roughly toward her, and Redkajukels, the town that was set into the ground two miles away.

Mor shrieked hysterically and shouted in her loudest voice, "Fredora!" It wasn't exactly day, but Morlensianiya didn't care, she didn't care about anything, not one little thing.

From that moment on, my friends, nobody has seen her. So, I am sending out you, Medkiand, and you, Serxgdewan. You must find her! She should be in her thirties, I think." The old professor mumbled on, placing the unique history book on a moth-eaten pew.

It had been 16 years the unnamed cyclone had hit Mor's farm house. And many people wanted to know if she was still alive.

In a dark little allay of vines and poison ivy, two professors fumbled around, wondering if their discovery mission was over. They followed a sound. The sound of a girl calling, calling for them.

The Sleek Cat

The sleek cat leaps quietly onto the rotting window-sill,
A cold wind ruffles the cats flaming fur,
Making it shiver and jump delicatly onto a torn sheet of morse code,
Which reads:
.. .- -- -.-. --- -- .. -. --. --- -- .
.-- .. - .... .-.. --- ... - . ... .- .-. .- ....