Here are some of our amazing sentences from Hub 5/6 today. Prepared to be impressed!

I hear the foxes creeping towards me in the distance.
BOOM, CRASH as the tree fall to the ground.
Again the voice of the wind called. "Come here little one." 
SPLOSH as I jump onto the soggy wet grass.
I feel the trees blow against my body. I feel cold.
I see swirling leaves as they dance all around me.
I am surround by darkness.

Last Tuesday during second break we started a finger knitting club. The children learnt the basics of how to finger knit and are now off to a roaring start. We will use our finger knitting to make a range of things. Next week we will look at what we can create with our finger knitting.

We visited Thorrington Village as part of M.A.D. time. This week the children read books and drew the residents pictures. They are looking forward to us singing next week!

Here are our some of our outstanding learners this week who were celebrated at our team hui. Well done!

In Hub 5/6, we have been focusing on improving the quality of our writing. This week we have been writing moments in time which have a strong focus on writing in the present and using powerful language to describe what we think, feel, hear, smell and see. Here is a small sample from today's writing. We used this image to assist our writing.

I can see the smooth branches up above me. The moon is peeping through the branches. I can hear the wind whispering, telling me to come here but I don't as I know it's a trap. Zara B

All I can hear is the whistling trees above me. I feel the twinkling stars inside my heart. The moon shines down on me. The trees look knotted together like the wood on a cubby house. Zoe C

I feel the mud anchoring me to the depths of the forest. The moon shines it's light as it pokes through the clouds. The booming thunder makes me shiver with fear. Mila

I feel the soft wind as it splatters against my face like a water gun. I see the shimmering moonlight creeping through the cracks in the clouds. The trees are twisted together like a pile of knotted string. Jesse

BOOM! Lightening bolts crash above me. I feel scared. The forest smells old and damp like a one hundred year old man. The trees twist and turn, knotting themselves together like the wool in my nana's basket. The moon peeps through the cracks in the forest. Eva