Today was Nevaeh’s last session with Sam and Jackie before the holidays. We’re continuing to work on engaging Nevaeh with her iPad talker, VocaChat, and today she showed some interest during the first half of the session.

Sam and Jackie introduced Nevaeh to some new objects and games, and focused on key words we repeated on her talker alongside the activities they were completing together. Nevaeh was all smiles and really seems to have warmed to Jackie, which has been lovely to see. It’s fantastic to have Jackie on the team.

We finished the session with Nevaeh serenading Sam and Jackie on the piano. With Amy accompanying her on guitar, Nevaeh showed off her listening and collaborating skills with a rendition of Mary Had a Little Lamb.

We’re looking forward to more sessions in Term 4, when we’ll increase Nevaeh’s physio to include RDA and pool sessions with Sam, while continuing to explore speech and language pathways with Jackie.

For the past 2 weeks I have been working on this creative writing. I hope you like it.

Writing

Thunder boomed through the cliffs, wind whipped the cold stone, the sky opened. The downpour continued. The wind and rain mixed, swirling into a whipping torrent. Moss and leaves twirled in the air coming together in the shower of wild weather. A face formed in the sky, a huge bearded man. It seemed to talk but all that came out of his mouth was booms of thunder. A few spots of pulsing orange lights appeared in the cliffs below.

Maya rushed forward, light in hand. “Come on! Everyone in place! You, Come with me!” The soldier and Maya ran out of the cavern and through the maze of stone tunnels. They arrived at the edge of the tunnels and clung on the sheer rock face. Maya gasped, there was a giant head in the sky.
“Thor,” she whispered. She turned to the soldier, he looked as shocked as she felt. For a second they both just stared at the sky, then Maya jumped into action.
“Quick! Run to the elders and tell them that Thor has returned. I will stay here and try to decipher what he is trying to tell us.” The guard nodded and started running back the way they had come. Maya closed her eyes for a second, the last time Thor had been seen was hundreds of years ago, on the verge of a huge disaster.

The giant in the sky continued on his rant and the wind continued to howl. Maya calmed herself, this is okay she can deal with it. Thor seemed to realise that he couldn’t be heard and slowed his talking. Maya tilted her head as she looked up at the giant, he was glancing around. Suddenly he spotted what he was looking for and stared straight at it. Maya stepped back, Thor was staring straight at her.

Maya quickly decided to turn around and run back to the main cavern. She arrived, panting and puffing, to absolute chaos.

Do you like it?

This week  my goal is to “Write in paragraphs”. Here is my writing and the picture I based it off…

My breathing came in ragged gasps. My heart beat against my ribs like a tiger trying to escape its cage. Beads of sweat trickled down my dirty face. My hands were damp against the cold, stone wall. I closed my eyes and took in a deep, long breath. I knew that I would have to be silent if I was going to survive. 

I silently shifted deeper into the shadows and became as silent as a grave. I sensed a strange, damp, mist darkening the air, so I opened my eyes, making sure to keep my head completely still. The air thickened immensely and I fought back the urge to cough.

“You can run, but you can’t hide. I will find you. I am everywhere.”

As suddenly as the fog had come, it vanished. I breathed a sigh of relief, but waited for a few more minutes to make sure I was safe. As safe as I could be anyway. I peeked around one of the walls of the alley and looked both ways. Nothing and nobody in sight.

(I haven’t finished yet)

Europe September 1st, 1939 

 The sound of hundreds of tools clanging and banging against metal and rock echoed around the factory.  The war had started around three months ago and the battle field was already a deserted bomb ground with factories mounted into the ground, some still standing and prison camps dotted over the land. 

“Move!” shouted a prison camp guard. Hundreds of prisoners in filthy torn orange jumpsuits shuffled forwards as some groaned as the guards shoved them into the muddy earth.

Billows of smoke poured out of the tall chimneys which towered in the background, the prisoners would be forced to mine for the gold and fuel. It was the rarest thing possible due to the situation the world was in with fuel wars, flooding and diseases spreading around the world. Europe was in a state of disaster. 

Jeffrys pickaxe hit something hard, it clanged around the tunnel, “what?” Jeff questioned himself. He quickly began to clear the rest of the rock and dirt, Jeff gasped. A thick steel door was lodged behind two big boulders almost invisible, Jeff tried to pull the door open but it wouldn’t budge. The soldiers were hiding something and he knew whatever was behind that door was something that would change this war entirely.

                                                                      To Be Continued

Last week, Nevaeh and some of her classmates had the opportunity to take part in a group drum circle, with Amy as their facilitator. The kids absolutely loved the drumming, but what stood out most was seeing how excited Nevaeh was to be spending time with her peers while doing something she loves.

At one point, Nevaeh was bouncing up and down on the couch, laughing, looking around at everyone, and said as clear as day, “Hi guys!” Shortly after, she added, “So cool!” It was such a special moment to see her so engaged, happy, and connected with the group.

Ms. Lang shared that her students went back to class absolutely buzzing. They thought it was so awesome to see Nevaeh in a different environment and have the opportunity to connect with her in a new way.

More drum circles to come!

Clink! The support beam clinked into place and the builders cheered, their amazing skyscraper was finally complete. It towered over all the other buildings! The sky scraper was over 500,000 meters tall and was finally finished. The builders had been building it for eight years and they were shocked with awe as the city below cheered and screamed.

                                                2 Years Later

The city shook and rumbled as a dark hole began to form in the sky, lighting and thunder crashed above the clouds and an eerie silence descended on the houses. Citizens emerged from their cosy houses to stare up into the growing hole of death.

All of a sudden an army of weird hover-like vehicles shot out of the hole each carrying over a dozen strange alien-like creatures. They had hollow black eyes, dark blue skin and three clawed fingers which glistened in the light, but they each held weird laser-like guns which they fired into the crowds of people. 

Chaos descended upon the city, buildings collapsing and streets going up in flames. But then the aliens turned and started to hover towards the skyscraper! If the building fell over the rest of the city would be engulfed in dust and debris millions would die. 

Then out of the sky shot a person. A flying person! He shot through the clouds like a bullet and started to knock the aliens out of the sky punching and gliding towards the building. He was here to save them as the aliens were being destroyed.

                                              9 Minutes Of Fighting Later  

It didn’t take long for the aliens to realise they were losing the battle and started to retreat back up the hole. The city was saved and the skyscraper was still standing, the city erupted into cheers as the hole disappeared and the flying person shot into the sky disappearing in a flash. 

We’ve had a lovely, gentle start to Term 3, easing back into familiar routines and some of Nevaeh’s favourite everyday activities.

Nevaeh continues to enjoy working on her sorting and matching skills, and each morning she helps set up her day alongside Olivia and Jackie. This is helping to build her understanding of time awareness by updating the date and arranging the visual schedule. Looking through the photos of the day’s activities and placing them on the wall gives Nevaeh a clear plan for the day ahead and helps her feel prepared and ready for what’s to come.

There’s always plenty of opportunities for drawing, colouring, and creating artwork. These creative moments continue to be a good way for Nevaeh to express herself while developing her fine motor skills.

Music, as always, has been a highlight of the week. This morning, Nevaeh shared a beautiful jam session with Marilyn. One of her favourite moments is when Marilyn plays the guitar, giving Nevaeh the chance to improvise alongside her. It’s always a joy to see her confidence and creativity shine through during these musical experiences.

We’re also looking forward to an exciting term ahead! Next week, Nevaeh will be joining a drum circle with her peers, and later in the term we have outings planned to the museum and the Kiwi Centre. We’ll continue our weekly visits to the library whenever the weather allows, and Friday afternoons will include peer reading sessions in the classroom.

As the weather begins to warm up, we’re hoping to enjoy a group outing to Lake Mahinapua, with a special stop at the local pub where Nevaeh can spend some time playing their piano…a treat we know she’ll love :).



While doing this digital learning object (DLO) I learned that New Zealand has hosted the Commonwealth games three times and maybe will again in 2034.

What a wonderful way to finish the term!

On Thursday, Nevaeh had the special opportunity to take Jackie to visit All Saints Church and play the beautiful pipe organ. She knew exactly why she was there and confidently swung her leg over the organ stool like a seasoned musician! After spending around half an hour exploring the instrument, it was lovely to see how much progress she has made. This time, rather than simply exploring the keys, Nevaeh was applying the piano skills she has been learning with Marilyn, proudly playing two of her favourites, Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star and Mary Had a Little Lamb on the church organ. It was a wonderful moment to witness and a testament to how far she has come.

Back in class, Nevaeh continues to enjoy spending time with Olivia, building on her colour recognition and fine motor skills through fun, engaging activities. She also loves adding a little extra sparkle with the sensory disco ball while making music, singing along to her favourite songs, and enjoying musical moments with her classmates.

We are so proud of Nevaeh’s progress this term and the confidence she continues to show. We hope everyone has a safe, restful break, and we look forward to seeing you all back at the start of Term 3!

For the last two weeks I have been working on my creative writing. My goal was to use a thesaurus to come up with intresting vocabluary.

Do you think I achieved my goal?

Mary darted between the trees, snatching glances of the house in the clearing. She lifted her nose and sniffed the air, there was a delicious aroma drifting off of the house. 

Small clusters of glowing red flowers were scattered amongst the roots of the trees.

Mary stilled behind a tree as she heard the door open. She peeked around the edge of the tree and jolted back. There was a woman standing in the doorway looking right at her. “Hello sweetheart!” She called out, gesturing for her to come out to her.

Mary hesitated for a second before cautiously stepping out from behind the tree. The woman smiled warmly. Mary slowly approached the woman and they walked together towards the house.

“So, what brings you here?” the woman asks. Smiling down at Mary. Mary stuttered, not expecting the question. “Um,” The woman continued smiling down at Mary, expecting an answer. After an awkward second they arrived at the door.

“Welcome in. I just baked some fresh cookies, would you like some?” The woman gestured for Mary to come inside. Mary hesitated again before stepping into the little cottage.

As soon as she stepped inside she got enveloped in what felt like a huge warm hug. She snapped out of her trance suddenly as the door clicked shut behind her. 

The pair walked into a warm, cosy kitchen. Mary’s eyes widened as her nose filled with the delicious aroma of freshly baked cookies. A small pile of chocolate chip cookies sat on a plate on the kitchen counter.

“Help yourself.” The woman told Mary and gestured at the plate.

Mary rushed over and stuffed a cookie into her mouth. The delicious dough melted in her mouth. Mary gobbled the whole plate down in a few minutes. She suddenly became aware that the woman was staring at her.

“Sorry,” she said through a mouthful of cookies. 

The woman smiled, “It’s okay. I already have another batch baking.” Mary yawned, suddenly aware how tired she was. The woman noticed. 

“Come with me, sweetheart. I have a nice warm bed for you to stay in!” Mary nodded sleepily, obediently following her into a cosy, warm bedroom. She lay down on the bed and sank down, into the warm sheets. The woman tucked her in and in seconds Mary was fast asleep. 

The woman smiled down at Mary sleeping and went to sit on her chair in the corner, waiting for her to wake up.

Mary was fast asleep, stuck in dreams of cookies and strange houses in the woods. She heard a sound, it sounded like people creeping around her. At first she thought it was just in her dreams but she grew more uneasy by the second. She woke up, panting and sweaty. 

The first thing she saw was the woman, sitting in the armchair in the corner of her room. The woman was staring right at her. Mary scrambled up in bed, trying to get away from the woman. She jumped up and raced out the door, trying to find a way out. She could hear footsteps pounding behind her.

Finally after what seemed like an age she found the front door. Bursting through it she started spriting towards the woods. She glanced back as she rounded the first tree, the woman was standing at the door, grinning creepily.

Mary looked forward again and decided to never come back here again.

My goal was to  write in paragraphs. I think I completed this goal.

Once upon a time, in a land far away there lived a mushroom named Arlo. 

He lived in a pretty village by a bubbling stream and every day he would go sit by a tree in the sunny forest next to the stream, reading his favourite book.

Arlo’s favourite book was about a little boy who went on lots of adventures. The little boy would go sailing down the river and climbing trees or playing in the attic. And he once even tried to fly with some feathers that he flapped frantically! 

Well, Arlo thought that he would have an adventure and started off in the search for one.

“I am not quite sure how to find one though?”The Mushroom said to himself, as he sat beneath the shade of a birch on the forest floor. “Maybe I should climb a tree and see if I can see any adventures.” So that’s what Arlo decided to do.

“The only problem is, I don’t know how to climb a tree,” Arlo’s troubled face showed that this would be a big problem. 

The trees were all way taller than mushrooms, as mushrooms were only as tall as your finger. The trees were 50 times the height of a little mushroom. What was Arlo to do? 

He decided that he would try anyway. He ambled through the forest for a little time before coming to a stump next to a ginormous trunk.

“I’ll get onto this stump and try reaching the branches,” Arlo made a plan.

He climbed up the bark on the stump and then stood up on the rough surface once he had made it to the top. 

The little mushroom reached and reached but couldn’t grab even the lowest branches. Tears welled up in his eyes. Upset Arlo sat down on the stump and cried.

I wish I could have an adventure like Robby in the book. But I can’t find one,” he sighed deeply and let a few more tears fall to the wood.

Suddenly he heard a swooshing sound and looked up at the sky. Flying down towards him, he saw a beautiful bird.

The bird had blue and green and pink feathers, and wings that glided wonderfully through the air.

Down swooped the bird and landed right next to Arlo on the stump.

“Why are you sad, little mushroom?” asked the beautiful bird.

Arlo replied, “I can’t climb the tree to find an adventure. In my book, Robby goes on lots of adventures and I wanted to go on one too. So I decided to try to climb a tree to see one. Only I couldn’t climb the tree.”

“Well, I can help with that.”

“You can?” Arlo asked in awe.

“Yes. I can see lots in the sky. My name is Ava. Now hope on my back and I will fly you up into the sky so you can find an adventure.  What is your name?“

 “My name is Arlo, “ Arlo said as he happily hopped on Ava’s back.

“Hold on tight!” Ava called to Arlo and she took off into the sky.

The wind whipped against Arlo’s face as he went up and up and up! Way up in the sky the mushroom saw all the tree tops and the stream and just managed to see his little village.

“This is a fun adventure!” Arlo was very happy on his adventure in the sky with his new friend named Ava.

For the past two weeks I have been writing a story for creative writing. My goal was to use a thesaurus to come up with interesting vocabulary.

Do you think I achieved my goal?

“Come, Omen! The time is right!” Commanded The Man In Black. Omen swooped down, landing lightly on The Man In Black’s sleeve. Omen’s gleaming black claw gripped into his arm, ripping the fabric.

They stood together in a field of pink petals, gazing up at a colossal  ruin of a building. The ruins were monumental, filled with spires and arches. Vines crawled up the sides of the tumbled brick-work.

Omen cawed and fluffed his feathers, spraying pink petals that had landed on him everywhere. The Man In Black’s cape streamed out behind him in the wind.

Omen suddenly looked up, spotting a slight movement in the colossal relic above him. He tightened his grip on his owner’s sleeve, alerting him of the movement. The man looked up, searching the ruins, instinctively grabbing the pistol at his belt. Spotting a crouching, dark shape in the ruins he gasped.

“N-No that’s not possible!” He muttered, “The faglen died out long ago, my ancestors made sure of it!” 

The creature walked forward on the ledge slightly, enough that the man could see its black crouched body and wings spread out behind it.

The man quivered under his clothes, terrified of the ancient creature standing above him. The creature grinned, showing its long fangs before disappearing back into the darkness of the ruin.

The man stepped back, gaping at the shadows where the creature had stood.

“Omen come! I must study the ancient books for an answer!” He said firmly. He turned around and hurried off, cape fluttering in the breeze.

 Back in his workshop the man in black worked, he worked late into the night. He was studying the archaic books of old. He flicked through the pages muttering under his breath.

“No, no, no!” He studied day and night discarding books and picking them back up again. Finally after days of hard work he found what he was looking for.

“Aha! Omen look! Here it says: ‘The Faglen were dark creatures that died out long ago in The Conflict For The Dark Tower. It was a great battle between light and darkness. The Faglen were part of the great army of the dark. They killed hundreds of great sorcerers but were eventually decimated by the wizards. In the aftermath of the battle it was said that one of the many wizards that were slaughtered by the Faglen cast a spell on the battlefield. The spell was rumoured to curse The Dark Tower and all its inhabitants to a life of misery. Soon after the battle had ended thousands of pink flowers sprouted on the battlefield. A remembrance of the great battle that had taken place there. The field is deserted and avoided to this day.’ 

I knew it, Omen! The Faglen should be extinct!” The man sat back, shocked at his discovery.

 Omen cawed and flew over to his owner, perching on his shoulder. The raven nuzzled his head into his owner, trying to comfort him. The man looked scared, things were so much worse than he had imagined. He turned to his bird and took a deep breath.

“Omen, I have decided to go through with my plan and still try to capture the Dark Tower. I will prepare tonight and leave tomorrow morning.”

Omen cawed and peeked at his owner, trying to alert him of the danger he was putting himself in. The man brushed him off and started to pack what he needed. 

He collected small bottles of colourful liquids and powers and tucked them carefully into his belt. After he had collected everything he went over to his workbench and picked up one of his ancient books. The man studied all night until it was time for him to leave.

He stepped outside and looked up, in the near distance he could see the spires of the Dark tower. 

As the man trekked he thought about what he was doing. He was risking his life in order to gain control of the colossal ruin he had just been to. 

Finally after trekking for an hour he came across what he was looking for. The gigantic wreckage looked just as he had left them a couple of days before. The man turned to Omen, who was perched on his shoulder.

“Goodbye, Omen. I hope to see you after this.” Then the man pushed him gently from his shoulder. Omen cawed, swooping down at his owner. But the man just ignored him and took a step forward, towards his doom.

The man picked his way carefully across the debris towards the main pillar of the tower. He was careful and kept glancing up and searching in the shadows. Eventually he found his way to the main entrance of the tower. Hesitating, he looked up, unsure whether to continue. 

In a moment, the Faglen that had been watching from the shadows shot down and pounced on the man.

“Ahhh!” The man screamed, pushing and shoving the creature that clung to his body. The Faglen clung on and clawed at the man’s face. The man stopped fighting and reached into his leather satchel for the potions he had stored there. Before he could reach them his body went limp and he fell to the ground. The Faglen stopped clawing and jumped off the man before howling into the sky. 

The Man In Black was no more. 

This week we had to write over 200 words. I wrote 687 words in this story. This is what I wrote and the picture I based it off. My story is not finished though.

My goal was to write in paragraphs.

“Oh, my goodness,” Mila said in awe as she jumped out of the truck, into the hot, sunny desert. 

They had been in the truck for a long time and only stopped once to have a drink and some shade at one of the rare oases. They had been travelling since before first light that morning and now they had finally found what they were looking for. The pyramid.

“Isn’t it just beautiful,” Ethan said, more as a statement than a question. The building loomed up in front of them like a mountain smoothed by years of sun and wind. They gazed at the ravishing building, lost in thought.

“Hey! Hurry up! Find the entrance and stop day dreaming you…!” He stopped yelling at the two kids abruptly. Mila knew he had almost said something terrible to them. She glared her death stare at the driver.

“Do. Not. Rush. Us,” she said in a cold, icy voice, saying her words so deliberately and carefully that the smug man stepped back and put his arms up in an innocent manner.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he muttered something else under his breath but it was inaudible.

Mila and Ethan were only kids aged 15 and knew each other from an exploring club in the city where they lived. The 2 had investigated and scouted many different places together such as jungle temples, ruined castles, underwater caves and many other places. Their parents thought they had joined a nice little club for kids. They thought their children went on camping trips with a made up treasure map from one of the organisers and the treasure was a bag of chocolates. They had no idea that they were in an advanced network and their last “camping trip” had been escaping from a collapsing Aztec temple which had almost been their tomb.

Ethan shook his head to get the thoughts back to this exploration.

“Come on Mila. Let’s find the entrance. Usually the entrance to pyramids were 15 to 20 meters or so high, and on the northern face. They were also carefully camouflaged to look like the rest of the stone. Gravity kept the door wedged tightly between stones. From the outside the door looked invisible, blended completely with the solid rock. 

“To open the door from the outside we will have to find the exact location. We will use the drone for that. Then, once we know where the door is we will have to push hard at the bottom stone. About 1700 kilo grams of force and it will swivel up and inward into the entrance corridor.”

Ethan’s job had been to read about how to get inside the pyramid and Mila’s had been to figure how to move once inside the building.

“Okay. I will go get the drone from out of the truck.” As Mila walked the distance to the truck she thought about the driver. They had only hired him because no one else had wanted to do it. There was nothing in it for him because they didn’t have the money to pay him. No one else had wanted to drive them there because they thought they were going on a wild goose chase. This was a pyramid that none of the early diggers had dug, and it was too expensive for anyone to dig into now. 

Oh well, he was helping them but she had no idea why.

Mila came back to Ethan with the drone and remote control. He carefully used the controller to manoeuvre the drone to the northern side of the mountainous pyramid. It flew way above them in the bright sky. 

Once there, Ethan pressed a button and a hand looking thing ejected itself from the body of the drone like a jack-in-the-box popping out. 

Slowly and carefully it touched the stone of the pyramid and brushed against it, as if it was a piece of glass. It weaved and flew across the northern side of the pyramid until it stopped abruptly and flashed a bright red button.

“It’s found the entrance. Now let’s get up there and see what’s inside.”

April 2nd 1984

The cube buzzed with electricity as the girl worked. The girl had been working on the cube for ages and today she could finally finish her masterpiece.The cube could have enough energy to power all her robots and could finally get revenge on her enemy. 

As the girl sat and slowly zapped and clanked the cube together with her tools she wondered what she would do first, would she save her father or get revenge? Her thoughts were a mix of anger and worry. Eventually the cube clunked to life and the robots that lay around her stood up to follow their master to victory. 

“It’s time,” she shouted.

May 19th 1984 

The girl leaped from roof to roof as people on the street below shouted and screamed. It had been six weeks since she had saved her father and had been hiding for many weeks now. The girl only appeared to get food or water until today. 

Two hours beforehand there was a loud bang as the door to their hideout was booted open and the girl had woken with the sound of boots thudding along the hallway. The police had raided the house and trashed her stuff. The girl had managed to escape through the back window but her father didn’t hear the bang. He was forced into the back of a van and the girl hadn’t seen him since. 

The sun was setting and the girl was searching for a place to rest that wasn’t trashed with rubbish and junk. She found an old rusting can and used it to drink rain water that gathered in puddles around an alleyway covered in moss and other unknown gunk. The alleyway was the safest place to hide and she was tired from running so it was her best option for the night. The robots that helped rescue her dad had shut down after the raid because the police smashed the power cube making the robots useless and weak. 

In the morning the sun was blazing and the girl rubbed her eyes as she stood up, her back ached and the sound of cars and trucks boomed into the alley. She walked to the back of the alley and climbed the fence. The girl’s tummy rumbled and she realised that she hadn’t eaten since the raid. Her throat was dry and the girl decided to try and get some food.  

She found her way through multiple food stands and busy markets until she came across some fruit and noddles being sold by an old man. The girl snuck up beside the  stall and reached over the side grabbing a handful of noddles and some strange exotic fruit. 

To be continued… 

Nevaeh has had a fun and busy couple of weeks since our last update, with lots of engaging moments across play, learning, and interaction with peers.

In PE, Nevaeh joined in enthusiastically and showed some excellent kicking skills throughout the session. It was great to see her confidence and enjoyment during physical activity.

Her connection with Baby continues to be a strong source of interest and motivation. Nevaeh is still very much enjoying caring for Baby, including putting Baby to bed. As always, she made sure to test the bottle first herself—showing her ongoing nurturing and playful “mama” role in her play. In the coming weeks, we are planning to introduce bath time for Baby as another step in her play routine, to see how Nevaeh responds and engages with this new caregiving scenario.

Nevaeh has also been developing her early writing and communication skills. She has been practicing holding pens and using the whiteboard, with a focus on naming people and recognising the letter “N,” especially in relation to her own name.

A lovely idea from Olivia helped extend Nevaeh’s engagement with music—placing the Spa Mirror in front of the piano so she could see herself while playing. Nevaeh absolutely loved this and was highly engaged during piano time. In her lesson with Marilyn, she also showed great progress with two-handed piano playing, including using her thumbs more intentionally.

Alongside this, Nevaeh continues to explore colours and numbers and shows a strong interest in sensory books from the visual resource library in Christchurch. These resources remain a valuable part of her learning experience.

Socially, Nevaeh is spending more time with her classmates, who are increasingly showing interest in connecting with her and sharing experiences. This growing peer engagement is a positive step in her classroom relationships.

Looking ahead, we will be organising peer reading sessions and a small peer drum circle. These activities will give Nevaeh further opportunities to interact with her classmates through shared reading and music-making, and we are interested to see how she responds to these more collaborative experiences.

Today me and my class did division to see if 5103 was divisible by six and to do that we had to divide it by two and three and if it was able to be divided by three and two it was divisible by six.

From weeks 1-7 my class has been doing geometry. We have been learning about the interior and exterior angles of triangles and polygons.  We learned about them on slides then after we did printed out worksheets.

I learnt that to  work out the interior angles of a triangle the formula is, (n-2) x 180. This means that if the shape has 3 sides the formula is (3-2) x 180 =180.

I also learnt that angles in a straight line =180.

My favourite part of geometry was doing the worksheets.

This week we have been learning shapes and sizes and different Angles in our maths.

This term JPI has been learning about geometry and angles in triangles and other stuff.

What I know is that the angles in a triangle adds up to 180 degrees and all the different types of triangles, Isosceles which has two equal sides, Equilateral all sides are equal, and Scaling which all sides are different lengths  I also learnt about the different angles. There is Acute angles which are smaller than 90 degrees, obtuse which is more than 90 degrees, Straight angle which is 180 degrees, Right angle which is exactly 90 degrees, and a reflex angle which is more than 180 degrees.

This is just some of what we have been learning.