Sunday, 22 June 2014

The landfill & transfer station 23.6.14

The transfer station & the landfill
I hopped out of the bus and then the it hit me.The smell was awful and the moment I stepped out of the bus it crawled straight up my nose and rm8 was here.


We waited and then a lady lead us to a shed thing where there was a table with some types of plastic.Every one was squishing together since room8 was there to.She told us what plastic is recycled and which can't be recycled.Then we went round the bins and saw what stuff goes in which bin.We walked to a large pit and then someone threw a T.V down.CRASH!!!She then told us that every 2 days there is this tractor/digger thing and there is a hole in the pit and a truck will come under the hole and the tractor/digger thing pushes some rubbish into the back of the truck and then takes it to the landfill.We had morning tea and then hopped back on the bus.


We hopped off the bus and what an odour!We went to the grassy area where she told us about meethane gas where the rubbish goes and showed where the gas is burnt.She also told us about the history of the landfill.Soon after that we left.It was fun.

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Monday, 14 April 2014

This is my favourite piece of writing in term 1

Some cockaroach!

"Excuse me?"said Mum knocking on the door of my bedroom at 3 in the morning."
What!"I cried at mum for I had a great sleep.
"Destruction to the world,that's what!"shouted Mum as I walked outside with her.She chucked me in the car where the rest of the family was.We drove around peacfuly until BANG!I looked through the tinted window and saw a MASSIVE monster smashing up the place.
"Uh oh."I muttered to myself.It was no monster but it was  a huge cockaroach.People were running every and screaming. 
"Help!"cried a man just before his flesh met a giant cockaroach foot.
"AAHHH!" I screamed as the cockaroach tried to flip the car."some cockaroach!"said Dad.As it growed bigger it became more aggressive.Then we parked beside a trap door and scrambled down to see the entire family waiting.Then the cockaroach whipped out a can of fly spray and sprayed every one on the surface.Life was boring after that because very few other familys survived.10 years later the cockaroach finnaly died and human population went up again.I was eighteen by then because I was eight at the time.

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

The play ground

In this story I worked on using interesting sentences with joiners and correct capitals and full stops.

Under the bridge damp air blows on my face and the wooden bridge sounds like a creaky door.The monkey bars drip with rain and are ice cold.The slide is wet and the tunnel is dripping.The bell rings and year 1,2,3 race into the play ground.Stones start crunching and kids start chatting and having fun!If you see some one go down the very wet slide you would probably think 'well he/she must have a wet bottom!'I can smell fresh air and rain starting to come down.