Rolly Top Deck Learners

Requirements needed for our reggio project!
*A good thinking cap (this is very important!)
*A good imagnation (you need this.)
*Lots of ideas! (you'll find this hard if you don't have theese.)
First of all, we were all thinking: WHAT IS CULTURE? After iots of hard thinking, we finally found out that culture is where you live, what you eat, what games and sport you play, what clothes you wear, what you say, and your way of living. It took us a long time to find out all of this. We worked hard, thinking about our enviroment, drawing what is, and what we thought culture was.  A word that kept popping up was... HOMELY! We then picked a word and drew what it meant. For example, anegr would mean a bunch of scribbles!
After all that, we worked on culture some more. We choose a THICK QUESTION, wrote it in our books, and did lots of research to answer our question. we eventually found the answers. Back to our homely look. Because it looked more calm,we turned all the desks around to face each other. We couldn't get into them anymore! We took out all our books and put them on the floor in piles of subjects. We then took away 8 desks and 8 chairs for our homely look. Now people can sit where they like! But what of our pencil cases and drinkbottles? We put them in our cubbyholes with our bags. But then where did our books go? We put them in their piles on a grey shelf in the corner of the room. When we wanted our books, we got them handed out to us. We then had the problem of bumps on the desks when we were writing or drawing. Cloths were suppossed to fix it, but they kept slipping!
After lots of thinking, talking, ideas and documentation, someone had the idea of wooden boards to stop the desk bumps. Then, a few children mesured a group of 4 desks. It came to about a metre squared. After Mrs Stewart brought in a piece of wood, we then thought about what patterns we could use. Puzzle piece? Patchwork? A map? We then got into 5 groups depending on the culture we had studied and decided what pattern we wanted for our design. Here are the groups: AFRICA, ASIA, EUROPE, AMERICA, and of course: NEW ZEALAND! Our groups got a few pictures of artwork from that continent so we could get ideas from them. After witing and drawing our ideas on paper, disscussing with our classmates, sharing our ideas, drawing some more, and having more disscussions, we were ready to paint.
Mrs Stewart had brought all 5 boards so we could start when we wanted. But then we had to have paint! Students brought in lots. Some people even brought in some thick paintbrushes. Finally we were ready to paint. We had lots of ideas, big paint sessions, more ideas, more disscussions on what we had done, more ideas, more disscussions, and lots of changes. After MONTHS and MONTHS of hard work, we were FINALLY done!! We glossed once, and then we glossed again for extra shininess! We made videos, and put them on the blog. But now that we're done...
I  WONDER  WHAT  WILL  HAPPEN  NEXT??

Culture,we all have it in our blood it helps us learn it helps us love you can't deny it, they're all unique, amazing and wonderful at the same time, it bonds the people together as one,culture shows the country's national food, clothes, language and amazing people. Culture comes
in all shapes and sizes. Culture is beautiful. My culture is Maori I love it I can speak a little maori I know what my culture is because my mum
taught me Maori I've been on heaps of Maori maraes it's the best time ever. I LOVE CULTURE!!!

By Cameron Fitzgerald.

Spring is here ,young and old birds are gliding in their dreams.The cats and dogs are warming up in the bright ball of gas in the sky.
The butterflies are flapping their wings while the wind whistles.
The daffodils stand crouched like soldiers about to go to war.The sky is a beautiful aqua :that has cotton candy blobs that gush with the wind.The rocky mountains are covered in pa;e white snow; like frosting on a cake.
The bees will buzz ,the birds will sing ,the sheep will "baa"and cows will "moo"but only you can feel this damaged towns heart beat.

by Bridget 

The inky black settles once again.
Anther night alone.
No one to talk to no one for company,
she shivers and rattles in the cold winter air.
Even though the team pillars are meant to protect her
she still doesn't feel safe.
Every day and night she longs for the trees and plants to talk to her,
but because she's new nobody likes her.
Slowly she drifts off to sleep.

As the sun rose the next morning everything was different.
The fences had vanished, the tradesmen had disappeared
and something was tickling her left arm.
She looked around, it was a child!
A little toddler sliding down her arms.
It tickled, in a warm and happy way.
Suddenly it stopped, she soon realized it was because of the bell.
She thought about the tickling feeling she just felt, and if she'd ever feel it again.
2 hours later the bell rung again, but this time it wasn't just a toddler, it was a whole wave of children!
All pushing and shoving to be the first one on the new playground.
A few minutes later that little tickling feeling she had felt earlier grew into a HUGE tickling sensation! As the children slid down her arms,crawled through her throat and played in her sandpit.
She no longer felt lonely, she knew the children loved her and she loved them.

That night her heart no longer felt broken,
it felt mended and warm and happy.
Even though the children were gone she could still felt like they were there, and tickling her.
She loves that tickling feeling, and she'll never let it go.