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As part of our Transdisciplinary theme on “Sharing the Planet” the girls watched a video by David Attenborough called ‘Wonderful World’ and a Power point on perfect and imperfect environments. This is them hard at work completing a Y-chart to compile their thoughts about what they saw and learnt from these different media options.
Year 4 took part in the school musical called ‘The Little Mermaid’. We learned a song in French called ‘Les Poissons’. We enjoyed dancing and singing and performing for the audience. There was a great deal of practising but all the performances were hugely successful.
Year 3 and Year 4 became detectives at our Science Show. We had a murder mystery to investigate. We looked at the evidence and followed the clues. We checked the suspect’s DNA, then found some coins which we rubbed to discover the way the coin appeared. Other clues included using knowledge about the victim’s initials and year of birth. One of the exciting parts was making a set of our fingerprints. At the end, we used our information to solve the mystery. It was such fun to feel like a real detective.
On Saturday 25th October a group of Year 4 dads and their intrepid daughters embarked by barge from Palm Beach to the Basin Campground for the inaugural Roseville year 4 Dads and Daughters camp.
As the barge ramp came down the group stormed ashore – tents, mattresses, water bottles and other supplies necessary for a night under canvas were quickly unloaded and moved to the prepared campsite – Camp Cooke!
The dads quickly assembled the tents, in what can only be described as an expert manner, whilst the daughters helped in the best way they could by getting their swimmers on and going to the lagoon for a swim!
The dads quickly followed and an ‘ EPIC ‘ water fight then ensued which, at the risk of sounding biased, I think the dads won with the use of guile as well as the occasional use of overwhelming firepower. As the sun shone down, the girls fashioned a spa in the sand and settled down to discussing the issues of the day whilst the Dads retired to the campground to check provisions for the evening BBQ.
As the girls came back for an afternoon snack, an impromptu game of beach-ball football then ensued between the Dads and Daughters. Your intrepid correspondent can report that it was a hard fought game
with some stand out performances from the girls. By contrast there were some “pythonesque’ performances from the dads’ forward line that saw them demoted to the bench – (you know who you are!!) Safe to say the final result was a win for the good guys (or should I say good girls.)
With dinner-time fast approaching, the dads went to the eskies to secure the meat in a way our hunter-gatherer forebears would have been proud. Mums would be pleased to hear something called a ’salad’ was also produced and an outstanding BBQ with all the trimmings was devoured with relish.
However, as we tore into steaks, kebabs, burgers and the odd snag, the clouds darkened in expectation of an almighty thunderstorm to test the troops. Fortunately a number of former boy scouts were on hand with the Bureau of Meteorology radar app to confidently declare, we were likely to miss the worst of it. With this in mind the fire-pit was prepared in a manner befitting the occasion and with an element of good fortune, the worst of the weather passed us by and some of the largest marshmallows ever seen were roasted on open fire by the girls – and some of the dads.
Even with a significant dose of sugar some of the girls were beginning to flag so we decamped back to our Camp Cooke for some more singing, a high stakes game of UNO and a beautiful rendition of American Pie that Don Mclean would of been proud of according to the YouTube reviews!! (Go on, admit it – you did a search didn’t you!
Whilst the dads were having fun singing, or more realistically forgetting the words to, a number of classic anthems, the girls organised an impromptu pyjama party or two but eventually drifted off to sleep.
Another beautiful day dawned as Camp Cooke slowly came back to life. A few Wallabies (the real things, not the green and gold variety) were ejected from the cooking tent. A few of the girls went for an early morning swim whilst some of our more sprightly dads were spotted going for a run! Breakfast of Bacon and Egg rolls was quickly prepared with military precision and the day got off to a splendid start!
After Breakfast everybody went for another swim and play on the beach whilst negotiations for a walk to see some Aboriginal paintings ensued.
Eventually an expeditionary force was assembled and the aforementioned paintings were viewed after an arduous walk under a baking sun. Unsurprisingly a swim was called for on their return before it was time to pack the tents away, have a sausage sizzle for lunch and get ready for the ferry ride home.
The barge arrived on time and with a wistful glance back to the campsite we waved good bye to our home for the night and settled down for the voyage back to Palm Beach. When we set out to organise this camp, we saw it as an opportunity to spend some quality time with our girls ‘outdoors’, and for the dads to get to know each other better. Mission accomplished!!
It was great getting to know both the other school dads as well as our daughters’ friends better. By all accounts everybody had loads of fun and we are already looking to repeat the event next year. There have even been calls for the camp to be two nights rather than one, which must be the best indication that a great time was had by dads and girls alike.
Mrs F and Mrs G would also like to give a huge vote of thanks to our amazing parents for organising this wonderful opportunity for Dads and girls to have fun whilst getting to know one another better. (Our newer parents in particular would have valued this opportunity.)
We have also explored literature which highlights how people view situations from different perspectives. The picture book “Voices in the Park” by Anthony Browne, clearly showed us how the same situation could be viewed from 4 different perspectives. We then did some writing of our own. We focused on composing two pieces of writing of the same incident, but from two different perspectives. We would like to share a few pieces of this writing with you.
The Day My Pet Died – by Polly
I woke up and rushed downstairs. “Did she die?” I asked.
“Yes,” said my mum, “She made one last sound before she stopped breathing. It sounded like she was crying out for you.” I burst into buckets of tears. I felt like I was going to die too. My heart felt heavy, like a weight dropped on top of it.
The storm, raging outside, reflected how I felt.
Thunder clapped, lightning struck the tree outside. The tree fell down and landed across the pool. One branch fell from the tree and blew away. I felt like that tree. One part of my life had fallen away and I would never see that part again.
Lucy came running downstairs. “Did she die?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. She made one last sound before she stopped breathing. It sounded like she was crying out for you.“
Lucy burst into tears. I felt terrible. I felt like it was my fault that Goldie had died. I tried to comfort Lucy, but she kept on crying. She looked heartbroken. Thunder boomed, lightning cut through the sky like a knife. A tree fell down. I just felt like bursting into tears myself. After all, sometimes tears make you feel a lot better!
The lonely old Grandmother – by Jaime
I sit in the corner gazing out of the window which is separating me from the rest of the world. I can’t help thinking, “Why won’t my daughters and granddaughters visit me?”
I sit in my favourite rocking chair year after year but still no one wants to visit me. None of my daughters will visit me and they don’t even bother to bring my granddaughters to visit. I have knitted them all jumpers but they won’t come so what’s the point of making anymore?
I start to go to sleep when I hear a knock on the door. My heart is thumping so hard. Has someone come to visit me?
The Lonely Old Grandmother – by Jaime
“But why do I have to go to Grandma’s house? All she does is sit around in that rocking chair of hers. Why doesn’t she just make herself useful?” I wondered.
Mum told me it was because she didn’t get many visitors very often. I wondered why Mum couldn’t just visit grandma by herself.
I didn’t want to go because all Grandma ever did was knit and sit in the corner. She never played with me she was so boring. Mum disagreed because she thought there was nothing wrong with Grandma.
So Mum and I hopped into the car and drove to Grandma’s house. We knocked on the door and Grandma opened the door. She had the biggest smile on her face. Then I thought to myself, maybe Grandma wasn’t that bad after all!
In Term 2, Year 4 students have focused on being ‘open minded, reflective learners who have ‘growth mindsets’, not ‘fixed mindsets’. We have become aware that people view situations from different points of view. We understand that people may have different perspectives and we have been willing to grow from our experiences.
One of the learning experiences this term, which helped us to understand the concept of perspective (viewing situations from other’s points of view) was when the Year 6 students ‘invaded’ our classrooms.
We were completely perplexed when groups of Year 6 girls began to come into our classroom and slowly but surely, take over a lot of the space in our room. They said that their classroom was a bit dark and overcrowded and they thought they could work better in our classroom. Eventually, the Year 6 girls put masking tape down the middle of our classroom and cut our classroom into two areas. Our whole class had to squeeze into one half while the Year 6 students took over the other half. We were very annoyed and couldn’t believe that the year 6 girls didn’t seem to care about how we felt.
The final annoying incident was when the year 6 girls removed our belongings from our lockers and moved their things in. They removed our names and pictures from the door and completely took over.
We were very relieved when Mrs Falconer finally explained that it had all been a setup to give us insights into how Aboriginal People may have felt when the First Fleet arrived.