tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63804974153587459012024-03-13T22:48:04.869-07:00Aimee's Learning PortfolioWelcome to my learning portfolio. I go to Te Kura o Tiori - Burnham School. This portfolio shows some of the work I am most proud of. Please join my journey and give me some positive feedback.Burnham Schoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15880335849997823437noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-81307364971862150122015-09-23T19:32:00.001-07:002015-09-23T19:32:59.333-07:00Te Ao Kori assessment<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Xj173T--foQ/VgNg2GM6qSI/AAAAAAAAACU/zphISkiJmxY/s640/blogger-image--1741365097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Xj173T--foQ/VgNg2GM6qSI/AAAAAAAAACU/zphISkiJmxY/s640/blogger-image--1741365097.jpg"></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-77517628777859233152015-09-20T15:16:00.001-07:002015-09-20T15:16:12.044-07:00Calendar art<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sfH_gxbILPU/Vf8wKvkliaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HMahZrx5I68/s640/blogger-image--210879123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sfH_gxbILPU/Vf8wKvkliaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HMahZrx5I68/s640/blogger-image--210879123.jpg"></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-41366912270403041572015-09-20T15:08:00.001-07:002015-09-20T15:08:18.744-07:00Te Reo assessment term3<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--uxyTLLdCsw/Vf8uUIw4dtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r6N2nZhlyd4/s640/blogger-image-529917560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--uxyTLLdCsw/Vf8uUIw4dtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r6N2nZhlyd4/s640/blogger-image-529917560.jpg"></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-20673759817111630652015-09-17T19:53:00.001-07:002015-09-17T19:53:08.537-07:00Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-87288623936654669342015-09-17T19:52:00.001-07:002015-09-22T14:26:33.377-07:00Cultural festival 2015<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sDRor0M1b-k/Vft8gXCNioI/AAAAAAAAABo/NwqsKS5HoMk/s640/blogger-image--1996158813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sDRor0M1b-k/Vft8gXCNioI/AAAAAAAAABo/NwqsKS5HoMk/s640/blogger-image--1996158813.jpg"></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-55042581559624135012015-09-05T01:28:00.001-07:002015-09-05T01:28:24.169-07:00Cultural Festival 2015<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wNPYFNIzk1M" width="560"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-74101837382623300452015-05-11T15:20:00.000-07:002015-05-12T15:17:03.932-07:00Captain Taniwha - what happens next?As the shark circled closer, investigating the smooth rocket ship, captain Taniwha tried to drive the rocket up to the surface but that exploded the engine of his small grey rocket ship and sunk it down further getting it tangled up in some slimy green sea weed. He had to think of a plan. At first he just couldn't think of anything. He slid into his shiny red seat racking his brain for the slightest idea he could think of, then it came to him. He put on his waterproof space suit and then added some water to a packet of dehydrated beef. He really hoped his idea would work. The beef was put in front of the clear window where the shark could easily see it. Then he went to the hatch and put his hands on the slippery handles to open it. As soon as the shark saw the meat it lunged at the space ship it's great rotten jaws open wide biting open the front of the metal ship. Captain Taniwha quickly pulled himself out of the ship and started to swim away just as the humongous silvery Marco shark crunched down the last of his rocket ship. The great shark started swimming towards captian Taniwha, he gulped and started to back up against the wall of slimy mossy cave wall. The huge grey shark was almost touching him them, kaboom the shark exploded. A pod of once threatened slippery blue Dolphins swam over and thanked him for killing the shark by swimming him up to the beach Captian Taniwha thanked them and walked to a grand hotel where he could stay for the night.<br />
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Secondly we had to outline the light bits on the photo. Next we we had to tape our photos onto a polystyrene tray. Then we pushed in the light parts of our faces. The next step was to press the outline in really hard. Then we had to add in the detail. After that we had to try and remove the words. Last of all we had to push in the background.</div><div><br></div><div>Tools for printing:</div><div>One of the tools we had to use for making the print was an ice cream container lid to put he ink on. The painting roller was so we could put ink on the stamps.we needed ink and our stamp to get the print on the paper. We needed a dry roller to press the Diy onto the paper. We needed paper to put the print on.</div><div><br></div><div>I like my first print because the diy looks good on the paper.</div><div><br></div><div>The thing I would like to change about my print is the colour of the paper for the second print because the colour of ink didn't show up so well on it.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-52576396723950064512015-03-31T13:20:00.001-07:002015-03-31T13:20:18.180-07:003,2,1...LAUNCH!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_o2SnyB-zEk/VRsBgAmc-UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AUduRqexQGU/s640/blogger-image-924355081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_o2SnyB-zEk/VRsBgAmc-UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AUduRqexQGU/s640/blogger-image-924355081.jpg"></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-5314130381178330442015-03-30T16:30:00.001-07:002015-09-05T01:28:31.312-07:00Print MakingHow to make the stamp:<div>The first thing we had to do was to<br><div><br></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-55163239017081969362015-03-24T18:11:00.001-07:002015-03-24T18:11:11.264-07:00Swimming assessment<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5IuGWueZpjs/VRILLd-ZgAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NFfR2o0hc9c/s640/blogger-image-1634275548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5IuGWueZpjs/VRILLd-ZgAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NFfR2o0hc9c/s640/blogger-image-1634275548.jpg"></a></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-68783565202646235032015-03-24T14:49:00.001-07:002015-03-24T14:49:18.966-07:00The Burnham way - self assessment <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=15/03/24/310.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/15/03/24/s_310.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='209' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-9120340363796544692014-12-15T12:39:00.003-08:002014-12-15T12:39:45.487-08:00Twas the night before christmas.<div style="background-color: white;">
'Twas the <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">millennium</span> before Christmas, and all through the <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">cave</span>,<br />Not a creature was stirring, not even an <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">aardvark</span>.<br />The <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">socks</span> were hung by the <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">desk</span> with care,<br />In hopes that St. <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">Emelia</span> soon would be there.</div>
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The children were nestled all snug in their <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">chairs</span>,<br />While visions of sugar-<span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">brussel sprouts</span> danced in their <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">legs</span>.<br />And <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">frienemy</span> in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,<br />Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.</div>
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When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,<br />I sprang from the <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">handle</span> to see what was the matter.<br />Away to the window I flew like a flash,<br /><span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">ran</span> open the shutters, and <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">walked</span> up the sash.</div>
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The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,<br />Gave the luster of mid-<span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">seconds</span> to objects below.<br />When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?<br />But an <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">amazing</span> <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">wig</span>, and eight tiny <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">unicorns</span>.</div>
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With a little old driver, so lively and <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">wonderful</span>,<br />I knew in a moment it must be St. <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">Emelia</span>.<br />More rapid than <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">armadillos</span> his <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">unicorns</span> they came,<br />And he whistled, and <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">said</span>, and called them by name;</div>
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"Now, Dasher! Now, <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">Imogen</span>! Now, <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">T.v</span> and Vixen!<br />On, <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">Aimee</span>! On <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">Meerkat</span>! On, <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">Sock</span> and Blitzen!<br />To the top of the porch! To the top of the <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">house</span>!<br />Now <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">bathe</span> away! <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">Bathe</span> away! <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">Bathe</span> away all!"</div>
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And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,<br />The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.<br />As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,<br />Down the <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">desk</span> St. <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">Emelia</span> came with a bound.</div>
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His eyes -- how they <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">talked</span>! His dimples, how <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">ugly</span>!<br />His <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">eyes</span> were like <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">slugs</span>, his <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">nostril</span> like a <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">cake</span>!</div>
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He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,<br />And filled all the <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">socks</span>, then turned with a jerk.<br />And laying his <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">finger</span> aside of his <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">arm</span>,<br />And giving a nod, up the <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">desk</span> he rose.</div>
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He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">bang</span>,<br />And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.<br />But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,<br />"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good <span class="replaced_word" style="color: red;">millennium</span>!"</div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;">SONG TITLE: Frosty the <b>pie</b>-Man<br /><br />
Frosty the <b>jar</b>-man<br />
Was a <b>silly</b>, <b>beautiful</b> soul<br />
With a corncob <b>lolliepop</b> and a button <b>ear</b><br />
And two eyes made out of <b>junk food</b>.<br />
Frosty the <b>pie</b>-man was a <b>green</b> tale, they say.<br />
He was made of <b>fruit</b>, but the children know<br />
How he came to <b>cambridge</b> one day.<br />
There must have been some magic<br />
In that old <b>pants</b> they found,<br />
For when they placed it on his <b>hand</b>,<br />
He began to <b>laughing</b> around.<br />
Frosty the <b>pie</b>-man<br />
Was alive as he could be,<br />
And the <b>lion</b> say he could <b>eating</b> and <b>sleeping</b>,<br />
Just the same as <b>mrs douglas</b> and me.</span></div>
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-80704919366119314602014-12-02T13:08:00.001-08:002014-12-02T13:54:47.272-08:00Instrument explanation Introduction<br />
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The Uekiolum is a cross between ukulele a drum and a violin.<br />
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How it is played.<br />
The Uekiolum is a very low pitched instrument. To get a lower note you have to pluck the outside strings. If you want a higher note you have to pluck the inside strings. If you want to play it like a violin you rub a ruler on the strings and it makes a squeaky sound.<br />
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How it works.<br />
When you pluck the strings they vibrate, these vibrations echo inside the box making sound waves that travel to your ears. When the strings hit the box they make a sound like a drum, this happens because the card board vibrates and creates more sound waves.<br />
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In conclusion I believe that the Uekiolum is a really easy instrument to play and makes a great sound.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-77250133406900807882014-11-25T13:46:00.002-08:002014-12-02T12:37:38.128-08:00<h2>
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I couldn't see anything through the black smoke. My eyes stung with the heat. I could smell the smoke there was so much it was filling my lungs and choking me. I could feel my sisters tight grip. I could hear the distant sound of the fire engine and an ambulance getting closer and closer.<br />
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Someone started prising my hand from my sisters tight grasp so I clung on tighter but they eventually managed to get my hand free from hers. <br />
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I woke up to find myself in my bed at home. I looked down at the bottom bunk expecting to see my sister but all I saw was a neatly made bed. I called out for my dad but my voice only came out as a croak. I called again but the only sound I could make was a croak, my dad didn't come. Fear gripped me and I started to panic. I looked to see if my sister really was there. I hadn't been imagining it she really wasn't there. Tears started welling up in my eyes. Then I remembered what had happened. I told myself to calm down, but the memory of the accident haunted me like a ghost on the prowl.<br />
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Finally my dad did come. I asked "where is my sister."<br />
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Dad answered "she is in the hospital." But then he saw the worried look on my face and added "with a broken arm." Once he had said that I relaxed a little and calmed down.<br />
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Once dad had left I went back to sleep and dreamed about my sister coming home.</div>
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Dad <span style="background-color: magenta;">told</span> me to "Put on my life jacket."<br />
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I replied "What about yours."<br />
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He <span style="background-color: magenta;">answered</span> "Thanks for reminding me"<br />
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Once we were quite a way out to sea dad cast his line. Suddenly he jumped up and <span style="background-color: magenta;">exclaimed</span> , "I felt a pull!"<br />
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He asked "Can you bring me a bucket of ice?"<br />
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I <span style="background-color: magenta;">answered</span> "Ok" and bought him some salt as well.<br />
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I answered "It's a salt water fish so you need salt ice, otherwise it will go off." Dad started reeling in the line. I handed him a wet towel and he picked up the fish. It was enormous. Dad started jumping around yelling out how happy he was. He jumped so hard he made the boat rock. He told me it was the biggest fish he had ever caught.<br />
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I <span style="background-color: red;">whispered</span> " Dad put it back under my breath."<br />
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Again I said "Dad put it back," a little more loudly this time<br />
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He just stared at me then said "What, why on earth would I put it back?"<br />
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Dad <span style="background-color: red;">replied</span> "Okay" and gently lowered it back into the sea.<br />
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When we got back to the shore we took our life jackets off and unloaded the fish. We had three 30cm fish. <br />
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Dad said " thank you you taught me an awful lot today."<br />
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"Thank you for taking me with you" I <span style="background-color: red;">replied</span>.<br />
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He <span style="background-color: red;">answered</span> "I should take you with me with more often."</div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-14169201397326447502014-11-05T17:06:00.001-08:002014-11-05T17:06:14.311-08:00My instrument <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/11/05/704.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/11/05/s_704.jpg' border='0' width='550' height='412' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-54989618185040647752014-10-20T14:32:00.001-07:002014-10-20T14:32:53.484-07:00Aimee: Sewing<br /><br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdNrtNOVB0I" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdNrtNOVB0I" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdNrtNOVB0I"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/DdNrtNOVB0I/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-7014877742356490802014-09-24T17:25:00.001-07:002014-09-24T17:25:32.553-07:00Ukulele performance On the last week of school for 2013, me and some other people who play instruments performed at the end of year concert. I played the ukulele. <br /><br />We walked up the stairs on the left side of the stage. When I got to the top of the stairs I picked up my ukulele and music book and walked on stage. <br /><br />As I started playing all my nervousness disappeared<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380497415358745901.post-91389248177713782972014-09-23T17:25:00.001-07:002014-09-23T17:25:57.813-07:00Time for Bed Te Kupu O Te Wiki <br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjIo9Nv596Q" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjIo9Nv596Q" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjIo9Nv596Q"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/FjIo9Nv596Q/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0