Mr Sloan, Mr Sloan, Mr Sloan…Today I’ve been thinking. I’ve been thinking about S.A.T.S and I have to agree with Mr Sloan, you’ve all have done great! How do I know? I just know it, everybody in year 6 should be grateful for everything they’ve done. (Even though it was tiring) I also want to say a GREAT BIG
to all those children who are doing level 6 S.A.T.S! ‘Don’t worry about it you’re going to do well’ But after that we are all going to have FREEDOM!
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Way home.
Pitta patta,
Are those the footsteps,
Of the spirits ready to devour my body.
I desire assistance,
Before I get hauled to my perish,
I hope these are just thoughts,
I need to find my way home.
As I glanced across the street,
A small cat grasped my eye,
It’s sweet eyes concurred my heart,
I took my last breath,
As I looked at the cat,
It makes me feel joyful,
I hope it finds its way home.
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Sinister shadows,
Rule the alley,
As a message quickly decoded ” Death”,
The enigmatic walls,
Rose from the dead,
When they heard footsteps of a uninvited figure,
As the figure enter the place of doom,
His luck had been captured,
By the darkness in the alley,
A spooky cat stared deep into his eyes,
He was ready to attack,
But the child didn’t study his deadly surroundings,
Causing something awful to happen,
But what…
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Way home
Nobody lives there,
Nobody goes there,
At least everybody thinks that,
But not tonight…
My heart thumping against my ribcage,
Threatening to break free,
Beads of sweat,
Trickling down my forehead,
Spirits pray,
And cry to the night,
Fear danced around my body,
Imprisoning me ,
In an eternal cage,
Echoing sounds heard,
In the distance,
Will I make it?
Where am I going?
I want to go home…
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Life isn’t easy! There is always something that has to annoy me. It’s something that winds me up. Life as a kid for me was just… Stressful. I really felt sorry for my mum having to put up with me and my horrendous behavior. I am so pathetic. I loved my mum very much, but maybe she didn’t know that, because I didn’t show it enough.
When my temper was at it again, I got sent to my room and appeared in an ordinary, magical land! Without supper. (I wanted supper) The land was full of wild things. All my ordinary feelings faded away. In the land the wild things made me there king of the land and I knew that I could be a concerned explorer. None of my feelings developed their were 3 : Anxious,excited and determined. A couple of hours later, I thought to myself saying “I don’t belong here” Then I discreetly left. As I was sailing in my boat, they all saw me and PUT there angry faces on.
When I came back, I knew the wild things had taught me a couple of things, and that was honesty, loyalty and kindness. I knew there was something I had to do, but what? I apologised to my mum to make her feel better. From then me and my mum were a happy family!
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Today in literacy, we learned about the life and sad death of Maurice Sendak, and then thought abou the character of Max from Where The Wild Things Are. We worked out that if the book was published in 1963, and Max was a primary school child in the book, he must be roughly 50 years old now.
We hotseated Max as if he were reflecting on his childhood, then wrote short extracts of an autobiography, exploring his emotions and the effects of his actions as a child. Unfortunately, we lost some of the video footage we took, but here is some of it:
What do you think Max’s life would be like now? Read some of the posts written by Year 6 to see their interpretations.
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I was walking into the dark forest, when all of a sudden… the enormous, pierce trees clenched forward as my disorientated face shivered in the biting wind. The aggressive tough pathway was enigma to make me walk through the endless way.
Eerie it was-as I was walking (trying to walk) through the fog, the trees hold tight on me. ” This has to be a dream, it must be.” I whispered to myself. But it is actually true, it really is. I am walking in… I don’t really know what this place is, to me it’s like hell!
My mind was all over the place as a peak of light shinned brightly to me. If only my mind told me, forced me to go back, I would. But it didn’t why?
Afterwards despite all the silliness, I saw the most terrifying thing… a black cat-with blue eyes. It was the most terrifying thing because, in a scary place like this. You would see a black cat with red eyes. But it didn’t.
“If I was my mum in this situation would she do?”I asked myself. She would turn back and, and well go home, but can’t she have a bit of an adventure. I was thinking. So I didn’t turn back and walked through the mysterious place…
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My life is like a fantasy, it’s like a dream but sometimes it’s like a nightmare. There are some parts in my life that i wish never happened. When I was little my life was like a roller coaster, when I was younger I saw things that no one had ever discovered before…The wild things.
The wild things were my best friends. They were monterous creatures with big claws and eyes, they were always by my side. But one day I left them, and my life changed because I made that little mistake, they were the only people that understood me, but from that point on they didn’t have anything to say to me (I don’t blame them.) Because my mum was dead I had no one else to talk to, I had no one there by my side. I had no family, no friends. The only people I could stay with were my Uncle and Aunt, they were horrible they sent me to bed early and I never got to go outside, and they didn’t have any kids to play with. They lived in a quiet area and all the old people lived there. The only time I was allowed out was when I went shopping with them. I was lonely once again.
I had messed up my life, I didn’t deserve my Mum, she had done so much for me. I didn’t deserve her love and loyalty. Now that I think about how I was when I was youger, I wish I could do over my whole life. I should have stayed with the Wild things , where I am king and no one can tell me what I should do with my life.
Who would have thought I would end uup like this?
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