Pablo Picasso's Past

This week I finished a scientific report about a famous person who had dyslexia. I chose Pablo Picasso as he did some amazing pieces of artwork. This shows that he only had learning differences and not learning difficulties. He showed that he was no worse or better than anyone else.

This Week's Word Work

Hello there, today I would like to tell you about this week's word work. Every week we have to finish a word work. We have the choice of a poem or a kiwi kids. I chose kiwi kids. To do this we enter a site called Kiwi Kids News and choose an article. We then complete the recall and thinking activities and questions, take a look.

My Favourite Fictional Writing

This week for our final quickwrite we did a piece of fictional writing about a girl living in a jar. Each week we have 2- 4 quickwrites to complete about a unique topic or subject. here was this weeks third.

I saw me… Ya know the cat, my reflection was staring back at me as though I was watching the TV. The moment was then broken when I saw another face. This time it was not mine, but instead it belonged to the little girl in the mason jar. This girl, as you can guess, lived in a mason jar. She had ginger hair and piercing eyes, as though staring into a black hole. In the jar there is a table, this table is home to a tray. On this tray there is always the same thing: A teapot, a teacup and 4 custard coloured lemons. But behind those leaves and lemons there is a sad secret. She had never left that jar and never drank that tea. But most importantly she never had any friends, or family at that matter.

And then it happened. I knew how she could get out. But only I didn’t know how to tell her. If I could just… I then scampered over to the honey coloured oak doorway. I later came out carrying between my razor sharp teeth a scrap piece of newspaper and a red felt. I dragged the old stationary lazily over  so I was close enough to the jar. I took the felt in my teeth and angrily started to try pull the felt lid off… 30 painfully stressful minutes later and I had the lidless felt wedged inside my small mouth. I put the front on the felt on  paper and started doodling. Use the Tea and the sun … Hhmm, good enough.I  showed her the writing and I’m almost absolutely sure she can read, but she hasn’t moved, as though deep in thought. She must be able to read because soon after she grasped the teapot tightly and climbed carefully step by step up the plant until she was standing just above the sun. she cautiously poured the tea over the sun releasing a group of smoky sort of bubbles, with her on them. She floated up, up, up and away. And from all the way up there I somehow knew she was smiling.