Room 9 Einsteins

We are about to begin a few new collaborative projects and thought it was a good time to give our readers a tour of the classroom. We chose to share things that we thought were important in our room and supported our learning.

Class tour from Neinsteins on Vimeo.

Is our classroom like yours? We’d love to know what adults think of our classroom. Is it like the classrooms that you learned in?

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On Monday the 6th of May, a man came to St Clair School to perform. The performance was about Polynesia which is a group of islands in the pacific ocean including Easter islands, French Polynesia, New Zealand, Western Samoa, Tonga, Hawaii and Australia. Then we found out about Polynesia through out the performance.

The Haka is a New Zealand tradition that has been passed down for centuries. ‘Haka’ is 2 words. ‘Ha’ means breath or spirit and ‘Ka’ means fire. Hakas are done to start the fires in peoples heart. It gives them courage and makes them feel powerful. It also helps to warm you up. The All Blacks do the haka at the start of their match to prepare themselves. The man did some of the haka to give us a demonstration. Men used poi to help with fighting skills and learning the motion.The pois were soft. Today women use pois to dance to music.

Make really cool shapes with hoops while dancing and jumping.You add more hoops as you dance along.It’s a really fast dance and looks really hard to do.The hoops twist round your body.American Indians used up to 30 to 40 hoops!

Sarongs were worn everywhere and were tied tight around your hips so that it won’t fall down.They were worn during dancing and many more things. Sarongs can be tied in a bow or a not.

By Katie and Jodie-Anne

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I was sitting in my wooden mahogany chair on a particularly lazy saturday afternoon, drinking a cup of forest flavoured coffee in the middle of absolutely nowhere in the forest of New Zealand.
I felt like a bag of misery and my cup was overflowing with miserableness.

Everything was quite normal until my passenger pigeon (the only one left in the world), Claudius brought home a letter:

Dear Joanna,

From the Goverment of India

I got such a fright because I have never done something this serious before.
I gathered my ropes, carribina, skinning knives, pocket knives, first aid kit, towels and miniature shovels that fitted in a small, nylon bag.
I was finally trudging my way through the forest that I call home. The journey took days. I had to cross rivers and cut my way through vines, at the start of the journey I felt as though I was on the biggest adventure!. But as days passed and my feet got sore I started to get bored and ratty… I kept smacking my head on pine trees and every knock on the head got me grumpier and grumpier. On about the seventh day I came face to face with a cave…

I went in…

Bats brushed past my face like small feathery chickens. They were trying to get the tools from my belt. My bag felt a little insecure because it was slipping off my back.

I ducked under,dodging the stalagmites and stalagtites as if I was dodging a tree branch.
I came to the end of the cave and this is when I knew I had to start digging.
The ground was rough like a rhinoceros’s back. I had lost my tools to the bats or maybe they had just jiggled out of my belt as I ran through the caves. There were so many tiny, sharp rocks and gritty sand that went in my fingernails every time I started digging. It took only four hours but it seemed liked one day.

Finally I hit something hard, it was the greenstone! It was shaped like India. I took it out with my hands, it was beautiful, gleaming and smooth even though it had been buried under the ground for so many years.

It took even longer to get home because of the weight of the stone, I wrapped it in a parcel tightly and tied to my pigeon and Cluadius was going to send far over to India.

We can only hope that the stone is returned safely.

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