Thursday, 27 July 2017

Injustice work!

For my injustice work I did mine on American slavery.  So I wrote a story pretending I am a slave, In my story I put facts about where it was when it was and how it started. ect... The impact it had on me was that I realised how lucky we actually are living in this day and age, because if we were alive in the days of slaves many of us could have been slaves.  So I realised that people my age are all very lucky.  

Here it is=


It was 1619, I was living in west Africa getting along with my everyday life when a man came up to me and introduced himself as a 51 year old Portuguese man. He didn't take long to ask me who I was, and before i had finished he roughly gripped his clammy fingers round my arm. I fought against him with all my might but soon enough I was tightly chained up to other elderly young woman and men.

After a long time of walking the tears from my eyes were all dried out the scared screams had stopped. We were loaded onto a big ship not knowing where we were going or what we were doing. We were locked up in a small wooden room for days and days. After along journey we came to a stop. Slowly we got loaded of the boat and into a place called Jamestown Virginia in north America. We were told the news, tears started dripping down my face. I missed my family and friends.

We had our lives turned upside down, getting used and treated with no respect. One day we got put somewhere to work either making money or by selling rich crops such as tobacco plants. Or we cooked cared and cleaned for American homes. We didn't get paid, all we got was a rotting roof over our head barely standing. Tones of slaves tried to escape but if you did you could get whipped hung by your neck.

I am a maid, I love the kids I am not allowed to live with them though because in this day black Africans are known to be less important than white americans, so we can not have nicer houses things or lives. We can not sit on the same toilets as them or go to the same shops. To them our lives are meaning less.
BY ROSIE NEAL

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Genius Hour !


Thursday, 15 June 2017

My Nana and Poppa's house.

The rich green hedge stands tall over its possessions. The droopy willow tree hangs lightly over the clear water pond. The golden fish duck smoothly under the light green lily pads. As the birds fly by they create shadows over the fresh summer flowers. The sun beats down onto the soft velvety grass. As I walk along the pebble path the rose bushes  lightly brush the tops of my feet.

The smell of the moan green grass and summer flowers gives off a calm vibe. I breathe deeply as I lay looking into the bright blue sky. The pond gives a smell of fresh algae. I looked over to the dark green hedge, it smelled of bonfires and soggy mud.

The place is getting older by the second but it’s still my favourite place on earth.


Rosie Neal.

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

My favourite place poem.

My Grandparents cottage was usual enough; It had
a hammock, a droopy willow tree, a pond, an old playhouse and even a 2 story wooden shabby shed that sat on the cold pebbles.  My sister cousins and I did what we loved to do, Gallop round in our togs, splosh pond water on each other, relax on the swaying hammock whilst eating my Nana’s melting gooey chocolate.
The warm summer days got cooler as it got later. All we did was lay on the fresh grass doing nothing important.

Rosie A Neal

Thursday, 11 May 2017

Cold Water Experience.

On a hot bridge valley day, I was slipping down the burning water slide.
My breathe was taken as I slide into the dark icy water. I couldn't see my noodle legs dangle beneath me.
Frantically swimming I was afraid of what my feet might discover underneath me.

The Lake was taking the feeling our of my numb body, as I was scrambling through the murky water to find the soft grass. Pulling myself onto the warm grass, my teeth chattered like an old engine. My hair was matted and soggy, woven with leaves hung old like a mop.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Origami art!

Check the link bellow if you are feeling creative, They are pretty cool.


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Quotes

Difficult roads often lead to  beautiful destinations….


Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on….


Sometimes you don't know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory….

I'm much more me when im with you….

If you have a cool quote tell me in the comments!

5 FUN FACTS ABOUT SEA HORSES!!!!!!!!!

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#1There are 53 known species of seahorse 
#2Seahorses prefer to swim in pairs with their tails linked together.
#3When Sea horses have babies the mail sea horse carries the babies in a pouch like a kangaroo around until they hatch.
#4 They feed almost constantly on tiny fish and plankton.
#5 Food passes right through them, so they need to continue consuming in order to stay alive.

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

You are invited to build on to the story by adding a comment. This means you need to zoom out of the image below with your imagination...like who is holding the ice cream? What else might be in the picture if you zoomed out a bit? What might happen next? Be sure to read others' comments first, and continue the story, by zooming out even further. We could build an amazing story. Give it a go!

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Writing memories of someone we know/like/love.

I don't have loads of memories of my dad but the ones I do have are very special.

When I was small my Dad was tall, He was bald and his head looked like little chicks were about to hatch out of there shell. His limbs were long and lanky and he had dark olive skin. He had a very kind face and he had very big feet.

My Dad could always have a laugh and he was always waiting for the wright moment to make a Dad joke. After a long day my dad was still willing to kick a ball around with me. My Dad would usually be the one to put me in my naughty corner.  And he loved to go for a bike ride or for a walk with me.

I have some memories of my Dad and I going out and my Mum saying "Don't let Rosie have an ice cream because she has already had one today" and my Dad would say as soon as we got in the car "Lets go get an ice cream.

My Dad is my role model and he is very special to me.



Thursday, 30 March 2017

This is about copy right and and i got it off landscapes.


Image result for landscapesThe Moon peeped over the hill as if it was hiding from something . Its silver sparkles shone brighter then the stars and its whitey blue speckles glistened as the reflection of the moon hit it. As the moon came up it watched over the sea. something was missing but no one knew what....

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Rosie's metaphoric poem!


Rosie is a long legged clumsy but elegant monkey leaping from tree to tree. 


Rosie is a pair of size 8 pastel pink ballet flats dancing the streets of London.

Rosie is a Metallic blue Limousine driving across the smooth mat black tarmac.

Rosie is a 2 story London apartment with glistening windows and a black grand front door.

Rosie is a blue striped bowl of long curly noodles trying to escape.

Rosie is a palm tree, tall and thin, original and bendy.

Sunday, 26 February 2017

My Weekend!

                                                          Athletics on the weekend

This weekend I had an athletics comp called Tasman Champs.
I had to do 7 events and for each event you got a point for where you came.
My events where, 
Hurdles, long jump, High jump, 100 metres, 200 metres, 400 metres and shot put.
I came 3 in my shot put 200m and high jump,
2 in my 100m, 400m and long jump and first in my hurdles.
It was a great weekend and i came 4th over all out of 11 12yr old girls.

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Maths in class.

                                               MATHS

In class we are learning about Perimeter and Area.
We have got a new storage container and we have been finding out how to find out the amount of paint we need.  So we built our own mini paper model and measured the Perimeter and and area of it.  We have done measured the container so it will be all beautiful colours for the fiesta.

Our trip to Moturoa !

In class we are writing about a moment in time, We are adding descriptive words to it and mine is about our trip to Rabbit Island / Moturoa. ;)

I see kids sprinkling soggy sand.
I see the rolling waves coming up the shore.

I hear kids screaming and laughing amongst all the people.
I hear the soft sounds of the seagulls out at sea. 

I feel the sticky sea salt on my face.
I feel the refreshing water splashing up against me.

I wonder, what is out at sea?
I wonder what is underneath me?

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