Hi there! It’s me again!
Yesterday, we watched a really fantastic short film called: Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore. It was a show that had no dialogue! Imagine that! The only way the filmmaker could communicate to us watchers was to use music, expressions, and pictures. (Of course pictures! It’s a movie!) Anyway, since you didn’t watch it, I will put the movie in words for you. Enjoy.
Mr. Morris Lessmore was writing peacefully in his book with his books, sitting on the veranda, in the middle of a town, in the middle of nowhere. Now, Mr. Morris Lessmore was more of a book worm. He enjoyed a good book. He also enjoyed writing them. Though, he hadn’t really ever written a book, but he was going to. He was already halfway through writing and drawing in the book when dark clouds flooded the sky. Like an army of darkness, it swarmed the blue blocking out the sun. All was still. Until, a little breeze picked up a couple of sheets of paper, and tossed them around like feathers. It wasn’t enough to break Mr. Morris’ concentration. He was focused on writing about his life experiences and drawing a picture of a jack in the box. All was still again, but the wind did not give up. It sent a fury of wind that ripped at the ground, scraping away at objects from the grasp of gravity. From the heavens above, came down to earth, a tornado of devastation. The whole town was uprooted from the ground into the midst of flight. Mr. Morris was tossed around like a piece of dust in a vacuum cleaner, except, the vacuum cleaner was a deadly tornado. Everything was destroyed in a blur. Very soon the colour was sucked out of the town. That left Mr Morris on the ground with his book filled with blank pages. All the books that he owned were ripped apart and scattered all around the town. Mr Morris Lessmore got up and followed the trail of pages. At the end of the trail Mr Morris met a girl, flying in the sky, carried by flying books. The girl brought colour to the place, but not to the people like Mr Morris. The girl then sent down her book to guide Mr Morris, to the library.
Very soon he engaged a life of taking care of books and adding colour to people’s lives. He then soon got old and was carried away by another set of flying books. He then got back his youth and let his book go down back to the library to start a new beginning.
The message that I found in this short film, was that reading books bring happiness and colour to a person’s heart. I also found out that music can emphasise emotions and feelings.
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The Sydney Harbour Bridge came into full view after a long time of travelling in the taxi. I stuck my head out of the open window to get a good glimpse of the bridge. Joshua, Zak, Nathanael, and I all sat tight in the cab, waiting to be dropped off. Excitement flooded into our hearts, when we won tickets for the Sydney Harbour Bridge climb. Immediately after we won the tickets, we hired a cab and set off to Sydney. It has taken us about 9 hours to get here. The cab jerked to a stop. We all flopped forwards, and back again. Josh opened the door with a sigh of relief. We all hopped outside and stared at the Bridge. Thoughts rushed through my head. We were going to climb that honking Bridge, made out of tons of steel. I then payed up $1407 to the taxi driver! That was a total rip off!
I turned my head to look at my friends, but they were already running towards the administration desk. I started to run but I suddenly stopped. Zak looked at me with a look that said “You’ve got the tickets, haven’t you?” I smirked at them. I walked slowly towards the booth with power in my stride. I proudly handed over the tickets to the person behind the desk. He then passed us suits to put on. We were also given a guide to lead us to the top of the Bridge. He was holding climber belts. We walked all the way to the start of the climb. The tour guide then passed us the climber belts and told us to put them on. He put on his own and attached our latches to the railing.
He started jogging up the stairs ushering us to follow. Nathanael raced up the steps, while the rest of us climbed up slowly. Nathanael had already reached the second floor, but he was panting out of breath. I followed the tour guide who was totally more experienced than any of us at climbing bridges. He was also a way lot older than us, he was, like about 35, and we were 10 years old! He climbed up the stairs efficiently and as fast as an athlete and we scaled as slow as a tortoise. Nathanael was already worn out. We clambered the stairs for what seemed like forever, especially with the suit and the safety belt weighing us down. Most of the time, our tour guide waited for us to catch up with him. After 2 whole hours of taking stairs, strolling cat walks, hiking ladders, wobbling on uneven surfaces, going on narrow paths, being exposed to all kinds of weather conditions, we got to the top!
The view was magnificent from the top. The Australian flag flailing in the wind behind me. Australia’s National icon known worldwide had been conquered, by me, Timothy. From the top we could see the miniature pint-sized cars speeding across the ground. We could see small boats flying on the surface of the harbour, leaving a trail of white water behind them. We could also see the Sydney Opera House! It’s big white, curved roof pointing towards us. The chilled flow of air brushed past my face. Zak then asked the tour guide whether he could spew off the edge. Of course the tour guide said he couldn’t, but he did. I stuck my head over the edge and saw the yellowish, greenish, lumpy, cloudy barf fall down into the glittering water below. I was disgusted by Zak’s actions. Though, we were all sniggering about it on the way home. In the cab, I looked back at the Sydney Harbour Bridge, remembering the truly electrifying experience. This was one day I would not forget!
Below this text is my Video/Audio recording of the task.
Earlier this term, we set some SMARTS goal for our self’s. Before I could set goals I needed to identify what I did well and what I needed to improve on. By setting goals I have something to aim for.
To make the goals we needed to refer to the SWOT analysis sheet (SWOT is actually a acronym. The ‘S’ stands for strengths, the ‘W’ stands for weaknesses, the ‘O’ stands for opportunities, and the ‘T’ stands for threats.) . The sheet helped us to write down our strengths and weaknesses, opportunities and threats. The 4 goals were, writing skills, reading skills, mathematics skills, and learning behaviour skills. We found the strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and the threats of our goals.
Now that you know how my goals were made, let me share them with you. My Writing goal was to improve on using my past tense and present tense. I chose this goal because I have trouble writing stories with the right tense. I hope to achieve my goal by the end of term 3. I will achieve my goal by reading more stories with the kind of tense that I have trouble with. This will help me because I will get more of an idea of how to write a story with that tense. To show that I have improved at my goal, I will write a story using that present tense.
My Mathematics goal is to get 80% accuracy or greater, on my New Wave Mentals by the end of Term 3. I have chosen this goal because I am currently achieving an accuracy of 90% on simpler Maths New Wave Mentals. To achieve this goal I will work in clinic groups with Mrs Kane. I will also visit websites on the class blog to improve my skills. I will also identify areas for improvement and practise at home. My scores on Maths New Wave Mentals will be evidence of my achievement.
My Learning Behaviour goal is to share the load of the work evenly, because I always go ahead and leave my group behind, so most of the time I have to catch them up. To achieve this goal I will stick with my group and give roles to each team member so nobody gets left behind. Everyone should be up to date with the group work so no one is left behind, that should be the evidence.
Below this text is my SWOT analysis sheet that helped me.
Today we watched a rehearsal of the Grease Musical, by Gisborne Secondary School. New Gisborne Primary, Macedon Primary and Gisborne Primary watched the amazing performance. Below this text, my tagxedo picture of the Grease Musical performance in words.