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Nau mai, haere mai! Welcome to our class blog with Matua Taki. We are a Year 3/4 class at Hamilton East School. We are part of the Tōtara Team. We will be sharing our learnings and adventures with whānau to enjoy!
21 June 2013
10 June 2013
Shadow Writing
Last week we were looking for rays of sunshine between the showers to draw our
shadows. We had fun discovering
that the length of our shadow is due to the position of the sun at a particular
time of day.
Today shadows went to the next level. Faster than a bull racing after a red
car! I posed as a tiger with fake
ears. My partner had to trace
around my shadow. The size wasn’t
my size for sure. It was too
stretchy. Soon we are going to
check if our shadows have moved. I
was wondering if it would? At
lunchtime my friend Scania just came down from checking the shadows up top and
my shadow had moved. It was so
exciting. “Wow” I gasped. It was as amazing as a buried treasure
being shared for free. “Woohoo” I
yelled in joy galore spreading the news to the class faster than a
cheetah! Isabel
My shadow is a copycat. It copies what I do. My shadow is dark. It’s fun to play with your shadow. My shadow can be long, short, tall and small. Shahil
I was racing down the road to buy chocolate cake. I was running and a shadow was following me. Maybe he was playing tag with me. I was running really fast. I stopped and the shadow stopped too. I don’t know what happened to the shadow? It was black. I couldn’t catch the shadow. Guru
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