Term 1 goals

These are my term 1 goals.

Squidward Tentacles

Down under the deep, blue sea lives a squid that goes by the name of Squidward Tentacles. He has the most annoying, silly neighbours you could ever think of, Spongebob and Patrick. Even worse, he works with one of them at the Krusty Krab, a small, wooden restaurant.


Squidward is a mean squid. He's got a big, flabby nose on his bald, freckled head and scariest of all, his long, squirmy tentacles. All he wears is just a plain, brown T-shirt unless he is sunbathing which nobody wants to see. His job, at the Krusty Krab, is to be the cashier. He has to wear a tall, white hat, which he hates, for his job at the Krusty Krab.                      


"Good morning" Happily shouted SpongeBob at the top of his lungs."Go away!" Squidward viciously yelled at  SpongeBob. He was always selfish and cruel to SpongeBob and Patrick. Patrick, the lazy, obese starfish, lives under a boulder. SpongeBob, the squishy, square sponge, lives in a pineapple. Squidward tries and tries to keep them away but they just keep on coming back. SpongeBob and Patrick were monkeys on a jungle gym.


Squidward likes to play the clarinet but nobody likes to listen to him. He is useless. When he plays it sounds like a leopard seal choking on a kazoo. He likes to sunbathe in his blue speedos with a little bit of sunblock on his his huge nose but his favourite hobby of all is shouting at SpongeBob. He shouts 
at him every day and night. Every second, you will hear him yelling at the top
 of his lungs.


Squidward is an angry, self-centered squid but really he is so lonely and miserable. All he needs is a good friend and he will be set. I think that He could be nice if he really tried and I feel that he is as mean as a shark but inside he's as nice as a flower.

Swimming Self-Assessment

Hopes and Dreams for 2014!!!!

I am in room 6 again. My Hopes and Dreams are to get above on my report for writing, to get the academic award for this year and get a great education for high school.

Cultural Festival 2013

Cultural festival

It was time to get on the bus. The bus that takes us to the cultural festival. On the way I was thinking. Thinking about how I'm going to do this. We arrived at the stadium and it was cold. Dark and cold. We went inside straight away because we were the first performers. It was also cold and inside. But it wasn't dark. We had to get into our lines before we walked back stage. Everybody was talking so we weren't allowed to go until we were. We were back stage and ready to go on. The hosts came out and started the show. They started talking about us. It was a queue for us to go on stage. We started walking on stage, bright lights shining down on us. Our lines were a bit messy but we sorted them out. We performed great. After we got off stage we walked up the stairs, sat down and watched the rest of the show.