30 January 07 - 14:54Nightingale

Florence Nightingale was born in 1820 and died in 1910.Her and her family were very rich. She didn’t go to school, her dad taught her in her house.
she was a very famous nurse. She was a nurse in Victorian times.
She was called out of her country to a different country to help with the war. All the nurses were forced to clean up but because so many soldiers were hurt the nurses helped the docters with the injured soldiers.
I learned this at the BBC Site

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30 January 07 - 14:30Dolphin Poem

Dolphin Poem by Nicole

You have a pair of lovely flippers
Better than my dads old slippers
I would get soaking wet
To get you as my very own pet
Out to sea i would sail
To see your lovely swishing tail
Everytime you make sound
Its so good you should have a crown
You have a very pointy fin
It looks as sharp as my grannies pin
I think dolphins are very nice
Better than my mums fried rice!

I got this picture from pics4lerning

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30 January 07 - 14:27Lion Poem

Lion Poem by Nicole

I would fly on a plane
To see your lovely, cuddly mane
You are very soft and fluffy
Fluffier than my pet dog scruffy
Your soft and shiny brown fur
Makes my cat start to purrr
You have a very fast tail
It sways like a very strong gail
You have a loyd fierce roar
It would even scare a full-grown boar
You have a very sharp claw
Sharper than my dads saw
I think lions are good to see
And i think they really like me!
I got this picture from pics4learning

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30 January 07 - 10:26Media Room Task - Tuesday 30 January

Today we are going to find out about the famous Victorian Nurse Florence Nightingale.

1. Go to the BCC page: Florence Nightingale go through the learning slides and then the Quiz.
2. Open word and write an account of what you have learned about Florence Nightingale.
3. If you have time post this to your blog, you could use a screenshot from the bbc site. Remember to put in a link.
4. If you finish, check your blog for comments, answer them, vist the site of the person who posted them or another schools from the sidebar and see what they are up to.

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25 January 07 - 14:58Sound Game

Today we played the sound game.It was a load of fun.It was a realy good way to learn.On the picture you can see one of the games that was on the website.
I got the picture at the BBC website .

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25 January 07 - 14:57What I've learned about sound

What I have leaned in the sound games
Yesterday P6s/j went on the BBC sound games. I have learned that if you pluck a guitar string strong it gives you a low pitch sound, and if you pluck it gently the guitar gives a high pitch sound. When you blow on an empty bottle it makes a loud and low pitch, and if you blow on a almost filled bottle you make a short high pitched sound. If you had to tap a drum gently it makes a quiet sound, and if you band it hard the drum makes a loud sound.

I think the BBC sound games were good because they were very interesting and fun.

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25 January 07 - 14:56sound game

Today we were playing and doing the quiz on theBBC science site . I learned that if you blow on a bottle when it is full it is a higher pitch but if it is not full it is a lower pitch. On a guitar if you pluck the string when it is longer it is a louder sound but when it’s shorter it is a more quiet sound. On a drum if you tighten it, it will have a higher pitch but if you loosen it, it will be a lower pitch. I think it is a good way to learn.

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25 January 07 - 14:54BBC science game

Today I was on the BBC science.Today we went on BBC science program to learn about sound. We started a new topic about it, on the program I learned like to when you pluck a guitar gently it’s a soft sound or if you pluck it hard it’s a loud sound. I also learned if you have an empty bottle it will do a soft blow but if you fill it up you’ll here a kind of whistle. OH one more thing I learned if you tighten the drum you will here a loud sound.

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25 January 07 - 14:50BBC science clips report

Today we were on a website called BBC science clips. It was all about sound because sound is our new science topic. I learned that when you shorten a guitar string and you pluck it strongly it goes high and loud and when you make the string longer and pluck it gently it goes low and quiet. I also learned that when you fill up a bottle until it is almost full and bow into it strongly it goes low and quiet. I think that the sound game is a really interesting and a good way to learn because it is a game that you play and have fun and at the same time you are learning lots! I hope that if you go on it you will like it as much as I do.

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25 January 07 - 14:45Sound game

Yesterday i played the bbc sound game.What I learned about sound

If you tighten something up it will become higher
And if you tighten a string on the guitar it will get higher
Also if you blow on a full bottle it will become lower but if you blow on a full bottle it is higher
And a wind instrument is a trumpet or a recorder.

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25 January 07 - 14:43sound game

Yesterday I played the BBC sound game.

What I learned about sound:
If you tighten the string on a drum it’s sound will be much higher. If it is loose it will be lower.
Also if you tighten a string on a guitar it will also be very high. If it is loose it will be lower.
If you blow into an bottle full of water it will be higher, but if you blow into a empty bottle it will be higher.
I really think the sound game was really good way to learn about sound.

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24 January 07 - 21:36Blog Task

hi Primary Six sj.
Here is a wee blog task.
Visit Our Class Blog Miss Dunnell’s Year 3 class at Priestsic Primary School in Nottinghamshire (England).
They say:

We are really excited about blogging but we are also a little bit nervous as we have never done this before. Have you got a classroom blog? If so are there any tips you could share with us?

Think hard, what is good about blogging? What should the children write about?
Leave them a comment telling them what you think.
Be careful, check your comment for sense and spelling!

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18 January 07 - 16:45Robert Burns day

Next Thursday is Robert Burns day! Next Friday in school we are having an assembly in the gym hall and all the classes have to read out some poetry. Our class are doing Tam O Shanter. We dont know what the other classes are doing though. After the Poems we go back to our class and get a Burns supper I hope it is as good as every other year.

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17 January 07 - 14:55Henry Munday

I am January cold and snowy.
I am the flu.
I am ragged shirt ragged trousers and grey jumper.
I am old soggy chips and soggy bread.
I am a hut small and broken.
I am 4 days hard labour.
I am Henry munday.

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17 January 07 - 14:53Henry Munday

I am February windy and tired.
I am a small cottage damp and empty.
I am the flue sticky / dizzy.
I am fish finger cold in bit.
I am a holly glove ripped and torn.
I am 4 days hard working.
I am Henry munday

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17 January 07 - 14:52Henery Munday - Jean

I am February I feel cold and damp

I am pneumonia with no strength and really ill

I am a beating up little hut with a bit of wall missing

I am horrible smelly sausage stamped and fly attractive

I am hard labour for four days

I am Henry Munday a hard life and as dirty as a rat

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17 January 07 - 14:46Henry Munday - Robert

I am winter when it is freezing and bleak.
I am an old sock heavy and smelly.
I am a bit of cheese small and smelly.
I am asthma coughing and chocking.
I am a caravan burning down.
I am Henry Munday.

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17 January 07 - 14:43Henry Munday - Jamie

I am winter cold and rainy
I am the flu sticky and spreading
I am rags slit and cut
I am porridge sticky and hard
I am a burning house burning and sore
I am Henry Munday

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17 January 07 - 14:37Henry MundayTroy stuff

I am febuary when it is raning a lot.
I am a bloked up nose and a bloked up throut
I am a battered up hat left in a corner.
I am porridge that is freezing cold and mouldy.
I am a hut that is broken and burned.
I am a rat that is and limping.
I am 4 days hard labour and Henry Munday

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17 January 07 - 14:36Henry Munday - Melissa

I am autumn, when the leaves are falling.
I am flu, sneezing and cold.
I am ragged shirt, old and ragged.
I am porridge, cold and lumpy.
I am broke shed, rusty and dusty.
I am black, dirty and damp.
I am four days of hard labour, sad and unhappy.

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17 January 07 - 14:36Henry Munday

I am an old crusty pie, horrible and mouldy
I am an old tenement, breaking apart
I am winter, freezing and snowy
I am an old rag, ripped and mouldy
I am asthma, sneezing and shivering
I am Henry Munday, lonely and cold

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17 January 07 - 14:35Henry Munday - Kimberley

I am January very cold and freezing

I am tonsillitis dizzy with a bad flu

I am a building that’s falling down and three days old,

I am a piece of moulded bread that tastes rotten

I am a jumper ruined old and ripped I am Henry Munday

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17 January 07 - 14:33Henry Munday - Joshua

I am January, wet and rainy

I am Cancer, spreading and fatal

I am ragged, dirty and ripped

I am spice, jumping hot and tangy

I am a hut, small and broken

I am 4 days hard labour

I am Henry Munday

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17 January 07 - 14:32Henry Munday Poem

I am January when it is wet and lousy,
I am flu sticky and trapped,
I am a battered hat ripped and dumped,
I am mouldy cheese smelly and all dirty,
I am a broken down hut cracked and falling down,
I am blue sad and ill,
I am Henry Munday whipped and lonely.

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17 January 07 - 14:30i am spring

I am spring when the trees fall of the leaves.
I am chicken skinny and ugly.
I am asthma when you cough and ball.
I am garden when the flowers die.
I am January when it snows and it’s lousy.
I am a chip when I am squashed and squeezed.
I am a squirrel when I bite nuts and run up trees.

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17 January 07 - 14:28Henry Munday

I am February spring won't come
I am flu cold and took down
I am an old smelly coat ripped and torn
I am a brussel sprout green and horrible
I am an old caravan damaged and broke
I am Henry Munday short and stout
I am four-day labour beaten and hurt

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17 January 07 - 14:28Henry Munday - Nicole

I am autumn when it’s messy and freezing
I am the flu spreading and stuffy
I am a battered burned down wooden hut
I am Monday when everything starts all over again
I am mouldy brown bread being left to rot
I am a brown banana left on a shelf
I am a ripped holey shoe limping for help
I am a broken leg with cuts and bruises
I am a sneaky scurrying mouse
I am dark blue frosty and dark
I am Henry Munday

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17 January 07 - 14:27Henry Munday-jodie

This is Henry Munday he lived in Victorian times.
This is a poem about him.

I am Autumn, cold and raining.
I am an old cottage, lonely and falling.
I am porridge, sticky and horrible.
I am rags, torn and patchy
I am the flu, coughing and spreading.
I am being whipped and punished.
I am Henry Munday, lonely and cold.

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17 January 07 - 14:24Henry Monday - Amy

I am January when it is cold and bleak
I am a broken down cottage with a dirty thatched roof
I am porridge in a yucky, dirty bowl
I am a ripped black hat left on a shelf
I am hives that are disgusting and annoying
I am Henry Monday in jail
I am being whipped for stealing sugar

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17 January 07 - 14:24Henry Munday

I am winter frozen and snowy
I am cold when you cough and sneeze
I am rags, scabby and dirty
I am an old hen, skinny and ugly
I am a hut, broken and left out
I am white, dull and sick
I am Henry Munday

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17 January 07 - 14:23Henry Munday - Kristopher

I am December, Freezing and lonely

I am, flu horrible and disgusting

I am, burnt toast bitter and unwanted

I am, a little broken cottage with a squeaky door

I am, rags left aside

I am, an injured rat limping along

I am, being sentenced to death

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12 January 07 - 13:49MISERY

MISERY IS THE COLOR OF DEEP RED

IT SMELLS LIKE ROTEN CABBAGES

IT TASTE BITTER

IT SOUNDS LIKE A VOLCANO ERUPTING

IT FEELS A HURACANE

IT LIVES IN A THUNDER CLOUD

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12 January 07 - 13:37My emotion poem

Death
Death is red
It smells like thick smoke
Death tastes burnt and sour
It sounds like people screaming
It feels rough and dented
Death lives in a dark cave

I got this picture on Pics4learning

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12 January 07 - 13:33War - Jamie

War is red
It smells like rotten copses
War tastes like a rusty gun
It sounds like a gun firing
It feels like getting shooting the ribs
War lives everywhere.

I got the picture from pics4lerning

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12 January 07 - 13:27What to do.

1. Check your blog, do not log on.
   
2. If you have comments answer them.
   
3. Visit blogs of people who comment or visit Mamaroneck blog and comment there.

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12 January 07 - 13:24Excitement

Excitement is Gold
It smells like fluffy candy floss
Excitement tastes like tofee popcorn
It sounds like splashing ocean waves
It feels like sticky sweets
Excitement lives everywhere

I go this picture from pics4learning

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09 January 07 - 14:17Excitment

I got this picture from a link called pics4learning

blue is the colour of excitment
It smells like a red rose
It tastes like toffee popcorn
It sounds like birds singing
excitment feels like happiness
excitment lives in all places.

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09 January 07 - 14:15Love

Love is Red,
It smells likefresh strawberrys,
Love tastes like sweet candy flos,
It sounds like birds singing,
It feels soft,relaxing and happy.
Love lives in a world of fantasty.

i got my picture from pics4Learning

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09 January 07 - 14:14Happiness

Happiness is the colour of yellow
Happiness smells like flowers
Happiness tastes like popcorn
Happiness sounds like music
Happiness feels like shivers
Happiness lives in me

picture from pics4learning

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09 January 07 - 14:12Hope

this picture is from pics 4 learning

Hope is light blue
It smells like happiness in the air
Hope tastes like sugary sweets
It sounds like birds singing
It feels like soft and cuddly
Hope lives in side you.

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09 January 07 - 14:08Love Poem

Love

Love is baby pink,
It smells like candy,
Love tastes like strawberries,
It sounds like birds flying away,
Love lives in a deep dark rose.
I got this picture from pics4learning

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09 January 07 - 14:00Emotion poem

Love is pink,
Love smells like raspberrys,
It tastes like candy,
It sounds like gliding birds,
Love feels soft and fluffy,
It lives deep in your heart.

This is were I got the picture Pics for learning

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09 January 07 - 13:46love

love is red.
love smels like a flower.
love tates like a strewberry.
love sounds like birds tweeting.
love feels like happness.
love lives in my heart.

I got this picture from pics4learing

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09 January 07 - 13:45hate poem

hate is dark grey
it smells like iron burning through the ground,
hate tastes like solad metal,
it sounds like knives scraping of the plate,
it feels hard and horrible.
hate lives in the heart of pluto

I got this picture from pics4learning

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09 January 07 - 13:41Death Poem

Death is black.
It smells like a smoky fire,
Death tastes like blood,
It sounds like swords screeching together,
It feels like a damp, watery cloth,
Death lives in black, dirty water.

I got this picture from pics4learning

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09 January 07 - 13:21Example picture

This is an example picture, I got it from Pics4Learning. You can use pictures from Pics4Learning on your blog if you have a link to Pics4Learning.
Use them for your emotions poems primary 6sj.

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