tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19774026682555621042024-03-20T07:53:30.649+13:00Brooke @ Pt England SchoolI am a year 3 student at Point England School, Auckland, New Zealand. My teachers are Mrs Carruthers and Ms Eadie.
PES Blogs 2017Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11915592647059717552noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-49580799387191134692019-04-10T14:20:00.000+12:002019-04-10T14:19:32.032+12:00Reflection<p>I Like to write </p>
<p><iframe data-id="1_RlBWpgZuxMYoa7q4ruyXgUP0CM4nItZ" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_RlBWpgZuxMYoa7q4ruyXgUP0CM4nItZ/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-73989066956077813102019-04-10T12:46:00.000+12:002019-04-10T12:45:45.355+12:00Word problem <p>I Like would problem</p> <p><iframe data-id="1AC9JbP5RCtXh0mYzZIc54olwWVozRTXZ" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1AC9JbP5RCtXh0mYzZIc54olwWVozRTXZ/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-42010042236785209002019-04-10T12:28:00.000+12:002019-04-10T12:28:09.331+12:00Subtracting 10s and 1s<p>I Like maths</p> <p><iframe data-id="1QR6jjsw_mTOJE0eOTuXejIqgbuP5MXO_" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QR6jjsw_mTOJE0eOTuXejIqgbuP5MXO_/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-43972996872345246852019-04-09T10:08:00.000+12:002019-04-09T10:08:02.981+12:00Ring Ring <p>I Like this book because it is about camping</p> <p><iframe data-id="1YtboLvRP1qgaeHA3Y2Pbm1lO_73JsggD" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1YtboLvRP1qgaeHA3Y2Pbm1lO_73JsggD/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-17914546622162619382019-04-05T12:52:00.000+13:002019-04-05T12:52:08.001+13:00Something strange going on <p>I Like this book because it is all about lost socks </p> <p><iframe data-id="1dovLITA3EUagnl9fmbrPNh-KqZas0XRz" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1dovLITA3EUagnl9fmbrPNh-KqZas0XRz/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-56934591463614429902019-04-05T12:45:00.000+13:002019-04-05T12:45:02.352+13:00Cybersmart<p><br></p>
<p><iframe data-id="1ckvc6a_JZFT1OOiDKOM_THQgIUm_d_18" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ckvc6a_JZFT1OOiDKOM_THQgIUm_d_18/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-10453046181501323532019-04-05T12:40:00.000+13:002019-04-05T12:39:06.004+13:00Rosy the robot<p>Once upon a time there lived a robot called Rosy. She was made out of a bike light and her body was made out of a cassette tape. One of her legs was made out of a red spring her other leg was a metal Pi;. She lived in a junkyard. The junkyard had old cars and rusty parts and some scrap metal. One day she went out to find a friend. She saw an old plug so she pulled some of her cassette tape out to make a smile For the plug. When They were sitting down half of the smile came off. Then Rosy got sad. First Rosy walked on a car And found an orange wire And electrocuted herself. Then she sat down. Next she saw a fan robot. Suddenly they held hands and then they became amazing friends. The end. </p>
<p><br></p> <p><iframe data-id="1k0a3H8GpKa8aKQCRIL_JcOLKMsICa5Zf" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1k0a3H8GpKa8aKQCRIL_JcOLKMsICa5Zf/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-14730210652946948542019-04-04T12:40:00.000+13:002019-04-12T08:53:38.776+12:00Rumpel stiltskinI Like this book because it is set in a farm<br />
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<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-40483558255695333532019-03-19T10:11:00.000+13:002019-03-19T10:11:00.219+13:00Marcus and the wind <p>We learnt about how Marcus felt </p>
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<p>I liked this story<iframe data-id="1-012EB8M1h88qEW_W4vU9fHDrd7Eg9e4" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-012EB8M1h88qEW_W4vU9fHDrd7Eg9e4/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-62678444228800987462019-03-15T10:49:00.001+13:002019-03-15T10:48:54.713+13:00Camp<p>At Camp larst week the yea 5-6 had a camp. They .slept in the tents and their were 2 or 3 kids who slept in a tent. They went swimming in the Poland they went kayaking at the beach and they went on skate boards and scooters and it looked like fun. They put on their swimming togs and I saw my cousin he was at the camp. There were big tents and little tents and medium tents too. I wish I was a year 5-6 I want to ride a scooter too. I also want to go swimming with them too. But I am a year 3 and they also it looked yummy. The tents colours are orange and red and green. They are sum yummy hot food in the big tent. I cNt wIt to go to camp.</p> <p><img src="https://drive.google.com/thumbnail?id=1aiO7L0Ly2COqSgYnJgErNmu9a4Op4fPa&sz=w480-h360"/></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-50062138363140339942019-03-08T10:16:00.000+13:002019-03-08T10:17:01.558+13:00The floor is lava This is my writing about the floor is Lava game.<br />
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<p>on a sunny Monday after morning Tea Rooms 19 and 20 ate Popcorn. We ate it so we can make an orientation. First we listened to the popcorn it souned like a egg crunching. then we looked at the popcorn it looked like the sun. Next we smelt the popcorn it smelt like salt. After that we felt the popcorn it felt hard and after that we got to eat the popcorn and Finally we finished the popcorn. I felt very good it was so delicios. The popcorn is so good I love the popcorn it is so good.</p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-22645570487374998622019-02-13T14:30:00.000+13:002019-02-13T14:40:39.593+13:00in words <p>This is my word work </p>
<p><iframe data-id="1fdBKQ7LcxGPRHi1Y3EjqkmHzDHLFeEua" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1fdBKQ7LcxGPRHi1Y3EjqkmHzDHLFeEua/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-31432370329678370632019-02-08T12:22:00.000+13:002019-02-08T12:22:54.230+13:00About me<p>Hi my name is Brooke. I am 7 year old and I live in pt England. I have 0 sisters and 2 brothers. My favourite colour is yellow. my favourite food is Mc Donalds. my favourite tv show is smurfs.</p> <p><iframe data-id="1SHtkPeFxomX81Cat3EYsiHOl8pNauwHj" src="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1SHtkPeFxomX81Cat3EYsiHOl8pNauwHj/preview" width="480" height="360"></iframe></p>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-25011986918124712282018-12-12T10:28:00.000+13:002018-12-12T10:28:55.643+13:00Te Wa Toi - School Art TourMy favrit art in the school is Team 3's art and Team 2's art because they are relly cool to look at and not touch the art. I like Team 3's art because of the paiting they look cool. I like the palm tree. I like Team 2's art because of the murals too. It is relly inchesting to look at. My painting is on the mural too. I like all of the paitings too. I love art and paiting so mache!Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377070602428621293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977402668255562104.post-38898272810859153182018-12-11T18:46:00.002+13:002018-12-11T18:46:18.132+13:00Te Wa Toi - Hyperstudio PictureHere is my self-portrait that I did on Hyperstudio.<br />
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Dear Santa, I have been good this year I was really good when I was doing prize giving and I was a bit naughty when I did not do my dancing I will try to be good from Brooke.
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Hi! My name is Brooke. I am 6 years old. I want you to know some things about me. My favourite things to do at school are playing with my friends and Maths. I don’t like it when it is hard to do Maths. My friends names are Zar Quaejah and Afuafu and Chevylee and me and Leata and Cing cing too. I hope we have heaps of fun next year!<br />
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