My class started doing Epro8 and our task was to try and build a crane. This is what my team and I’s crane look like. It was a bit challenging when some pieces got stuck but we managed.
For our last day of our Epro 8 challenge we created a simple but workable swing for our activity, the swing was a little wonky because we were rushing. We did try and build a fire fox but the towers didn’t have enough weight to pull the 4 wheels. But overall it was a fun experience.
For our reading we had to recreate this orbit and what the rocket does when it launches.
For our Epro 8 task we were challenged to make a bridge that was 700 meters high and 2.5 meters long and it had to be stable . Our 2nd challenge was making a cave man car with a rubber band and reel that has a roof and chair. Before we started building we did a prototype to test the wheels and how it was going to go. We then went outside and raced, though my team wasn’t first, second or third I am still very happy of what I created.
Small pieces of dust goes in my eyes. Shivering in the cold hoping to find shelter soon. The wind sweeps through me as i shake intensely giving every part of my body goose bumps. I snuggle hoping to keep myself warm and cozy. My tummy rumbles like a roaring volcano, my throat dries like a Sechura desert. My feet screams silently in pain like stepping on sharp broken glass. My arms feel weak and pressured from all the heavy bags. I just want to rest. I wish we didn’t have to go through this. Why cant we have peace?
We were asked to do freeze frames and when we were frozen our teacher would tap us in the shoulder and we had to tell her how we were feeling. As we spoke someone would write what we said on the board. I replied with emptiness, emotionless and angry. After that our teacher gave us only 15 minutes to write about Peters Journey from a book called the “Treasure Box”.
I recreated the Stalag Luft III in
google drive and added the names of their escape route.
Baby’s screaming in front of me as I walk away from my destroyed home. Smelling the toxic smoke up high, flames spread and pieces of bricks vanish away to dust in the air. Tanks shooting and soldiers marching looking for people. I hold my father’s hand tightly. Loud explosions drop as it makes me flinch with a horrified look.