Our Blog

We are a year 5/6 (9-10 year olds) class from Bairds Mainfreight Primary School in Auckland, NZ.

You can see some of our learning that took place in Room 12 in 2010 and 2011.

NB: I have moved to a new school now so this blog is no longer active. You are still welcome to comment and look at the great fun we had over the past two years.

Thank you for all the lovely comments :)
Tara T-J
Contact : (@taratj on Twitter)

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Oak Tree - Day 1 photographer Nelson

Today is the first day of Spring!

We are going to take a picture of our marvelous tall old oak tree that has been at our school for years. We will be taking a picture of it every day. We are hoping that we can put all the pictures into a movie so that you can see it grow!

"The Oak Tree is a great symbol of BMPS" - Jayden

Day 2 Photographer: Conrad

Day 3 Photographer: Zanitha

Day 4 Photographer: Julia

Day 5 Photographer: Jayden

Day 6 Photographer: Emma

Day 7 Photographer: RJ

Easi-speak mics

We are so excited and lucky because our easi-speak mics arrived today. It is taking us a while to get used to them but we have found that they will help us to have better sound on our news. There are heaps of other things that we will be doing with them as well... If your school has done something cool with them please let us know!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

New Look news

We were inspired by our friends at BPS in Geelong, so we got out of the classroom and reported about the school, around the school!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Things could be worse

A shared story by Room 12

CRUNCH! I looked down and saw, to my horror, an abundant amount of tinsy winsy little spiraled cracked shells. They looked like a mozaic, but this was not art.

The little shells were moving in a pool of slimy goo. It looked like the inside of caramello chocolate but it was way more slimy and disgusting. The blood was melting down and spreading across the wet concrete.

I looked at my new white shiny hi-topped Nikes. There was slippery slime all over them. I felt sad and angry. Stupid snail, how dare you get in my way and ruin my new shoes.

But then I realized, the snail was far more worse off than me. The snail was DEAD. I started to think about the snail's family...

What if the snail was a kid? would its Mum and Dad be worried about it?

What if the snail was a mother? The babies would have no mother or food (unless they found their uncle or auntie).

What if the snail was about to get married? Would there be a confused snail wife wondering where her fiance was and what she had done wrong?

Suddenly I thought, I don't really care about my brand new shiny shoes. There are far more other people worse off!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Jayden's personal writing

My First Cut

By Jayden

Crash! Sling slice flop, aaahaaaah, blood racing down my leg like hungry gazelles reaching the tip of my toes. Everyone rushing down the stairs trying to see what happened. Blood spreading everywhere. It was like a blood pool. You could see the inside of my leg. My cousin laughing at me. My skin stuck on the carpet. All the pain and blood.

Round and round and round the bandage goes. I tip-toed up the stairs. Scrubber scrubber, scrubber everyone trying to get the blood stain off the carpet. Bounding, bending, blood spreading everywhere.

I could feel the cold blood surrounding me and whispering to me. The cold blood pool was like the water in Antarctica

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Logan's Personal Writing


By Logan

“Disgusting! Please don’t make me eat that!”.

Spat slip, little devils coloured orange, yellow and green. I quickly shoved the whole thing into my mouth. It tasted so yuck I almost vomited. I said I needed to go to the toilet. I ran quickly to the back door throwing the demon out of my mouth. As soon as I walked through the door my Mum said,

“How were your veges?”

I didn’t know what to do so I power-walked into the kitchen.

Six more little demons left to eat.

“I’m not finished yet…”

I was just sitting there looking at my food. I couldn’t stand it so I quickly ate it, chewing chewing. I suddenly swallowed it trying not to vomit.


“How was it?” Mum said.

“It was delicious …”

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Monday, August 9, 2010

Emotions - Roots of empathy

Getting in touch with our emotions. Thank you to Malakai for editing the titles on this film :)