Showing posts with label Ryan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ryan. Show all posts

Thursday, August 23, 2012

My future job



When I'm older I want to be a farmer and an artist. I want to be a farmer because when I was living in England I lived next door to my Grandads farm in the contryside and I got to ride in the tractors and play with Casey on the Quad and feed and play with the animals. And I want to be an artist because I have some talent in drawing.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Ryan

A scientist
 

A scientist is a person who studies lots and uses lots of equipment like test tubes, microscopes, blow guns and machines. Lots of scientists study dinosaur bones and fossils. They are called paleontologists. (I once met a paleontologist with my old school.)
There are lots of different types of scientists, for example: biologists (biologists study living things), zoologists (zoologists study animals), meteorologists (meteorologists study the weather and climate).

Friday, June 1, 2012

my NZ citizenship report

NZ citizenship.


A NZ citizen is a person who can have a NZ passport because she or he has NZ citizenship.

There are three different ways to become a NZ citizen.


* If you were born in NZ you are a NZ citzen.This is called by birth. 

* If your Mum or Dad was born in NZ your are a NZ citizen.This is called by descent.

* If you apply to become a permanent resident after five years you
can apply to become a NZ citizen. Then you go up on the stage and you get a certificate. This is called by grant. 






Thursday, May 10, 2012

Sounds of autumn


 Crunch, crunch
 Crunch, crunch


 As children run across leaves.

Swish, swish
 swish, swish
 As the wind blows the trees.

 Tweet, tweet,tweet
 As the birds sing a song


Friday, April 27, 2012

 the best thing about the holidays

 On sunday the 22/4/2012 we went to Hook Beach. We took the new beach shelter. When we got there we took out all the things for fishing. We took the fishing to the bottom of the beach. Dad hooked some sharks and I got to reel some in. Then Dad hooked something then Dad gave me the rod. As I reeled the fish in the fish floated up in the surf. Dad said "It's a red cod." When I got it in I ripped a slice of its fin with the pliers. It made a crunch then the fish slid down the slope into the water by itself.

Friday, March 23, 2012