I miss school By Latisha

It has been a few weeks and I’m already missing school I wish I could come back to panmure bridge school so I can see my bestest friends Tim and Tiare I miss them already and of course the whole class. At my new school it’s not like Panmure Bridge school it’s way different sometimes we always write in books. And if the class are reading this then I want to tell you something so cool at my new school we have 42 ipads and they are the latest ones and we also have 36 apple laptops isn’t that awesome and I’m not lying it’s true and the latest 42 ipads and 36 apple laptops just belong to my class room 18. My new school is really fun and creative and I have made lots of friends but of course but my bestest friends would be Tim and Tiare because they would always play with me when I’m alone.

If Tim and Tiare are reading this then I would like to say a big hi and to the class to. In my classroom we are learning technology it means that when you can turn hard materials into something cool and creative for an example if I had a can of spaghetti and I cooked up the spaghetti and ate it then I would get the can and wash it out to make it nice and clean then I would get a tea towel and dry it out then after that I could paint over it and put glue on the top of the can then I would spare lots of different colours of glitter onto the top then let it dry for about 30 minutes and when you have waited for 30 minutes then you have realized that you have made a DRUM!!! ooh and also you need some drumsticks for that of course. And there is one more thing I want to tell the class did you know that we have music class and we have 35 guitars and 47 ukuleles and we also have some ipads there we use the ipads to go onto this app which is called music it has the violin on it and the drum and the ukulele and the guitar and the other version of the guitar and there are other cool instruments you can play. I hope you enjoyed my story I told you sorry for holding up them class and I know my story is a little long but I hope you have enjoyed it.lol.

My retelling of the Three Little Pigs by Latisha

The Three Little Pigs

One sunny day there were three little pigs that lived with their mother. The three little pigs mother said “You are too big to live with me, my dears. You are now big enough to go out into the forest and make your own houses”. The first little pig went into the forest, got some straw and thought that was what he should make his house out of. The second little piggy made his house out of sticks and the third little pig made his house out of bricks. It took the third little pig a lot of time but finally the third little pig finished his brick house. Then a big bad wolf came out of the forest and went to the first little piggy’s house made of straw. “Little pig, little pig let me inside” said the big bad wolf. “Not by the hairs on my chiny chin chin” replied the little piggy. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down”, said the wolf.The first little piggy ran to the second oldest piggy's house. The first little pig yelled “Let me in because there's a big bad wolf coming!” “Little pigs, little pigs, let me inside,” said the big bad wolf. “Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chins,” replied the second little piggy. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down” said the wolf. Then the first and second little piggies ran to the house made out of bricks. They locked the door, so the big bad wolf could not get in. The big bad wolf got so angry that he said” If you won’t let me in then I’ll destroy your house of bricks.”Then he huffed and he puffed but he couldn't blow the house down. So the big bad wolf climbed all the way up to the chimney. The third little pig who lived in the brick house got his big pot of hot water and the big bad wolf fell down the chimney. The wolf landed into the big pot of hot boiling water. And then the three little pigs cooked him up for dinner, then they ate him. So the three little pigs lived happily ever after dancing and dancing that they were in luck and they never saw the big bad wolf again and loved their brick house. And that’s the story of the three little pigs. THE END