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So excited by the One Hour of Code challenge today!

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Thank you, Ms. Helen! You rock!
She says, “For any student who wishes to continue learning about CODE they can access the web site
http://www.code.org. Then they click –Beyond an Hour of Code. They have to sign up with an email so they can use their school email if they want.”
Have another go and impress your family and friends!
Write and let us know how you felt at the beginning of the activity and how your feelings changed as the hour went on.
Would you like to do more coding? I know Ms. Helen has an idea for animated Christmas cards… Ho!Ho!Ho!

How to leave a comment

Click! is our experimental classroom blog, first launched last year. We will be using it to share ideas and showcase what we have learned in our 5th grade classroom.
Our blog is a special kind of website that allows YOU to post comments. Let us know what you liked or what you have learned from what you read here.

Please follow these steps when you write a comment:
Steps to Comment:

1. Click on comment under the post.

2.Write your comment in the box. Write it like a brief letter. Sign your comment with your first name only. Take care to check your comment for spelling, grammar, punctuation, and capitalization. Students should have a parent check it!

2.Type in the word verification.

3. Choose an identity to comment as. (If you have a gmail account, use it. If not, simply choose “Anonymous”.)

4. Click “Publish your Comment”. You may preview your comment before publishing if you’d like.

Important: You will not see your comment immediately as it will have to be approved by me first. Check back on the blog in a couple of days!
Mrs. Kynigou :o)
PS: Many thanks to educational blogger extraordinaire Ms Yollis for these tips on commenting!

Welcome!

Welcome to my new 5th grade class (2011-2012)!

Currently Write On! is hosting work from last year’s 5th grade students who chose to publish their final drafts of writing created during Writing Workshop. Take a look around, browse the stories by clicking on the Blog Archive and add a comment if you wish. Check the post below on how to add a comment.

Soon we’ll be reading your stories here, a little later in the year!

Mrs Kynigou :o)

How to leave a great comment

Let us know what “works” for you in a piece of writing. Be specific in your comments. Was there a particular phrase or simile that grabbed you? Was there a surprise or something that made you laugh? Were your feelings touched or did the story remind you of an experience of your own.
Writers grow by getting positive feedback, so write a comment!

Steps to Comment:

1. Click on comment under the story you wish to comment on.

2.Write your comment in the box. Write it like a brief letter addressed to the author. Sign your comment with your first name only. Take care to check your comment for spelling, grammar, punctuation, and capitalization. Students should have a parent check it!

2.Type in the word verification.

3. Choose an identity to comment as. (If you have a gmail account, use it. If not, simply choose “Anonymous”.)

4. Click “Publish your Comment”. You may preview your comment before publishing if you’d like.

Important: You will not see your comment immediately as it will have to be approved by me first. Check back on the blog in a couple of days!
Mrs. Kynigou :o)
PS: Many thanks to educational blogger extraordinaire Ms Yollis for these tips on commenting!

School’s Out!

Isn’t it great to be on vacation! I love not having to rush out of the house every morning, even though I still wake up just as early as I did on school days. It’s nice to have the time to do things at your own pace, but I really miss everyone. It’s weird not having 22 conversations going on simultaneously!
What are you guys doing with yourselves, now that school is out?

My Dog Cagney By Sophie

Have you ever had a dog that you loved a lot? Well I know I have. Even before I was born my family had a dog. It was a girl. She didn’t play fetch and her name was Cagney. We had her for a long time. Farther down in the story I will tell you about what she looks like and her background story. If you like dogs read on. If you don’t like dogs read anyway.

I will tell you about some of her traits (except since she is a dog I don’t know her personality). Cagney was a beautiful dog. She was a Border collie-mix and was very lazy. She was a sheep dog but we didn’t own sheep so she didn’t round them up. Cagney was as fluffy as a bunny. I loved to lay down on her when I was little. Her eyes were big and dark brown. She had some spots on her legs. She had a sister which I will tell you about later. Cagney was a little shaggy but I don’t care!

Now I told you about her traits, I will tell you her background story. When Cagney was just a puppy (before I was born) she and her sister, Lacey, were in the pound. One day my mom and dad wanted to get a puppy so they chose to take one from the pound. They saw two dogs that were going to be put to sleep the next day, so they took them. My mom and dad named them after a T.V. show ‘Cagney and Lacey’ so that was their names. Then, my mom and dad started to move around too much and had to give Cagney to my mom’s mom and Lacey to my dad’s mom. When they came back from being overseas, my mom and dad asked their parents if they would like to keep the dogs.

Unfortunately, they both said yes so my mom and dad went home. But then my mom’s parents started moving too. So they had to give Cagney back to my parents except Lacey was settled with my dad’s mom. Every day after school I would pet Cagney. One day was really scary. Lacey had already passed away and Cagney was starting to get sick. My sister was in tears lying on Cagney. So my dad brought her to the vet. Fortunately, Cagney came home, just with some medicine that my brother fed to her every day. Next my grandma and grandpa came up to our house and watched the kids.
A couple weeks later I had after school activities. When I came home this is how I was greeted “Cagney died,” my brother blurted out. Then I went inside and Micaela (my sister) said to Nick “you weren’t supposed to tell her” and ran to mom. I was completely bewildered and astounded. The last person to talk to me was my mom, who said “Are you okay?” and I said “Yeah, I think so,” although I was fighting back tears.

My dog, Cagney, was the best dog ever and died at age fifteen (one-hundred and five in dog years)! Whenever I watch the movie ‘Marley and Me’ I burst into tears because the same thing that happened to Marley happened to Cagney. I could never ask for a better dog. Now I have a new dog named Calypso and I try to take great care of her. It’s a challenge but I believe I can do everything. So now you know the story of my dog and if you have a dog that you love with your whole heart and wouldn’t swap for anything you know how I feel!

My Brother from Another Mother by Nick

“Yo, waz up brother from another mother?”
“Fine bro”

Here I am, with my bro, doing skate and BMX. Come with me and meet him! (Bro=best friend).

Well, first of all we know each other about 6-7 months, but he is still my bro. His name is Alex and I met him in ACS, my new school.

We are never separated, only when we’re home and at weekends. I usually call him so we can talk about what bothers us and what video games we have played in the last hour. BUT THIS HAPPENS ONLY WHEN WE’VE FINISHED OUR HOMEWORK. Nearly every weekend we hang out, like going to the cinema or going to Alsos Sigrou park.

At recess, when we play soccer, we are always in the same teams because we‘re bro’s. We co-operate especially when Yanni Zabulani comes. Today, Monday 11 April 2011, our team won 9-3. Takao is another good player in our team who scored 3 goals. I scored 5 and my bro Alex, 2. Yanni Jabulani didn’t score but he gave the best passes so we could score.
I hope I’m never separated from my buddies, especially my brother from another mother. Aaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeexxxxxxxx!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Spot the Stereotypes!

Look around you! Stereotypes are everywhere!
We’re collecting examples for Ms. Neil on our blog. Click on the Add a Sticky button to access the wallwisher to post your image, video,  photo, or observation.If you have a longer story to share, you can write it as a comment below this post, (wallwisher restricts you to about one sentence).
What’s the problem with stereotypes? Why do you think people think in stereotypes so easily? What is our responsibility when we hear stereotypes being used around us?
Add a comment. Ms Neil and I would love to hear your thoughts!
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Alert! Toys are coming! Part 3, by Francois

Two months later, after the big fight, Dard 1 and Dard 2 were having a lot of fun, but in a part of their head they were still thinking about where the boss could be. Every Wednesday they would have a meeting with the toys to talk about the bad guy boss, but even with weeks and weeks of searching they found nothing.
It was Tuesday and Dard 1 and Dard 2 were playing soccer, when a toy soldier came and said,
“We found the boss’s helicopter that crashed in Shanghai and no one was in it or near it.”
Dard 2 said to the soldier,
“Can you b—–?” The toy soldier whistled and a truck came with the helicopter on it.
“Ring the helicopter.” Dard 2 finished. Dard 1 and Dard 2 were examining the helicopter when suddenly Dard 2 received a punch in the face and fell on the ground.
“Why did you do that” Dard2 shouted.
“Because you were day dreaming,” Dard 1 said. “Hate you!” Dard 2 said.
2 hours later they finally found a mini plan and they saw that the enemy were going to attack Dard 1 and Dard 2’s base! This time with 100,000 unbreakable toys! Dard 1 and Dard 2 had to do something fast or they would be finished.

Dard 2 said, “I think I have an idea. Since I know how to make or repair toys, maybe I could make lots of robots of the same size as us, which means 1 meter 50, something like that.”
Dard 1 replied, “But the enemy’s toys are unbreakable.”
“Our robots will be in some way unbreakable. My robots will be in metal and metal doesn’t break easily and maybe the enemy toys are in metal, but they are so tiny that there is no problem,” Dard 2 replied.
Dard 1 and Dard 2 met with all the toys and Dard 1 said, “Here is the plan. Dard 2 will make big robots in metal the same size as us. We will send the big robots first to fight the unbreakable toys. After that’s finished, we will send you guys to fight the breakable toys. You will come in cars, tanks, helicopters, airplanes, and by foot. Those in helicopters and airplanes don’t stop shooting and never land! Ok now, you guys will go in the junk yards and the places where they crush cars or anything in metal and bring us all the metal you find. Ok?”
“Yes sir!” the toys said.
Every hour the toys brought about 100 big pieces of metal. After 5 days, Dard 2 had finished about 50 robots. They were fighting everyday with training robots.
Days and days past and no attacks happened. Suddenly a toy soldier came and said, “We found the enemy’s base and they’re ready to attack tomorrow at midnight and I heard their base’s name is Gradazoid.”
“Thank you” Dard 1 replied.
Dard 2 had made about 200 robots. Now they were ready. It was 5 min to midnight and they were all ready and 10 mins past, and 2 hours later still nothing happened, so Dard 1 said, “Ok, they didn’t come. Maybe they saw us spying, so maybe they are preparing a surprise attack. I want 100 soldiers to stay here and guard the base. Ok?”
Days and days past and nothing happened. Just in case, Dard 2 made about 200 more robots!
Dard 1 was about to give orders, when suddenly… BOOM!!!!!!!

The training area for robots exploded! Fire was everywhere and then…. BOOM!!!! Another explosion, but this time it was far away and what exploded was their base. Then a toy soldier came yelling that a bomb was going to explode under their feet!
Dard 1 yelled, “RUN!!!!!!!” Everybody went out running and the last soldier stepped out and… BOOM!!!!!!!!!!! Dard 1 and Dard 2’s house exploded!
Dard 1 yelled, “Our parents are inside!!!”
Dard 2 yelled, “You’re sure?’’
Together they went running, with all the soldiers, into the burning house. They searched everywhere but their parents were not there……….

‘‘You are sure they were there ?’’ shouted Dard 2.
‘‘YES !!!!!!’’ Dard 1 replied.
Dard 2 asked, ‘‘Can our parents have been blown somewhere else with the force of the bomb?’’
‘‘Yes, I’m 99% sure,’’ Dard 1 replied.
Then Dard 2 shouted to all the toy soldiers, ‘‘Search for our parents 10km around the house. Ok ?’’
‘‘Yes sir !’’ they replied.
Hours and hours passed. Dard 1 and Dard 2 were waiting in their new base that was in the garden, next to their other garden and house.
Then a toy soldier came and said, ‘‘We found your parents, but they were caught by the bad guys and we attacked to get them back but they used their unbreakable robots, so we had to run.’’ Dard 1 ordered Dard 2 to make 150 more robots because they were only 50 robots left because of the explosion. So after the same process for 5 days, finally there were 200 robots again.

They were all finishing eating when a helicopter came and a toy threw a note and flew away, Dard 1 took it and read it.

My dear friend,
If you want to save your parents you need to go to a mountain in France and that mountain is the ‘Mont Blanc’’, the tallest mountain in the world. You will have to get there tomorrow before 8 am. If you are not there, your parents are dead.

Sincerely,
Your enemy
‘‘Ok soldiers, take the airplanes, helicopter, car, tanks and everything. Robots go there by flying. Ok ?’’ Dard 1 asked, ‘‘How are we going to go there ?’’
Dard 2 answered, ‘‘I made some shoes that can make us fly !’’
‘‘COOL !’’ Dard 1 replied.

They started their trip to France. Everything was going well, except that Dard 1 crashed into a bird.
Dard 1 asked, ‘‘How are we going to go in the mountain ? It’s freezing up there.’’
Dard 2 answered, ‘‘Don’t worry, I made some clothes that protect you from freezing and burning.’’
‘‘You are getting better !’’
‘‘Thanks !’’
A toy soldier went to see where the badguys were and he saw them. He came back and gave the news.
Dard 1 said, ‘‘Ok, here is the plan. All the toy soldiers go attack from one side. 19 robots go attack from another side and the last robot come with us and we will get our parents. Ready ? ATTACK !!!!!’’
A huge fight started. 2 days later the fight was still on. Dard 1 and Dard 2 and the robot took their parents and went away, leaving the fight continuing.

1 month later, Dard 1 and Dard 2 had no information about the fight and they escaped to be safe. They were eating with their parents, when suddenly 1 robot and 1 toy soldier arrived and said to Dard 1 and Dard 2, ‘ We won, but every one died and we captured the boss !
’’ Dard 1 took the boss and said, ‘‘You should die, but I reserved something else for you. You will be sold as a toy and you will be watched 24/24, 7/7. ok ?’’
‘‘Ok,’’ he replied.
1 week later, Dard 2 had repaired all the toys and everybody was celebrating and the the bad guys boss had been bought buy a girl and is living a Barbie life.
So this is how it all finishes, all good. But be aware, Dard 1 and Dard 2 will have other problems, and big ones !

Welcome Ms Neil!

Ms Neil says, “My name is Rachel Neil, I am a student-teacher intern from Canada. I am completing my Education degree through the University of Winnipeg in Manitoba. I am honored to have the opportunity to complete my final practicum at ACS Athens. Ms. Kynigou and the students have welcomed me with much hospitality. During my teaching experience I have been implementing the “Aboriginal perspective” which integrates disciplines across the curriculum. As a descendant of the Original First Peoples of Canada, I am passionate to share the distinct cultures that encompass the term “Aboriginal” and how the past is important in order to understand the present day Aboriginal People and their innovative contributions to Canada.
                The students are discovering the significance of oral traditions in these cultures and linking it to their own cultural stories which have been passed down from generation to generation. The objective is for students to compare personally and critically  oral, literacy, and media text as they gain a deeper understanding of cultural similarities and differences to acquire a awareness of global citizenship.
                After the Easter break, the students will be assigned a novel study of The Sign of the Beaver by Elizabeth George Speare. This is a notable book which has won the Newberry Award, and will connect their prior knowledge of Aboriginal Peoples as they explore the theme of survival in the wilderness.
                Once again I am enjoying my time in Ms. Kynigou’s classroom; it is my home away from home. I am receiving so much from this experience of teaching aboard and hope to give back to the students and school as a whole. My future students will benefit greatly as I gain an international mindset towards the world in which we live.”

War of the Plague: Part 4 by Stuart

Ch. 1…
It was a dark, cold night, and Andrew was slipping through the trees, barely visible. Over the past year, he had mastered his techniques. Now it was his apprentice exam, to see if he could get into the Plague fighters. The Plague was an organization of beasts, or more like souls. They were ruled by a shamanic ruler, named George. He had integrated monsters and demons souls into things like bracelets and swords, forming an over-soul of a demonic beast. The beasts looked like they had scars all over their faces, and they only had a mouth, with sharp fangs for teeth, but the face otherwise was nothing. And as Andrew thought about them, he shuddered, but then he concentrated at the task at hand. He had been trained with only knives and swords, for the time being. As he ran through the trees, not making a sound, he heard something behind him, but it was just a faint sound of leaves being brushed. He looked behind him and saw nothing. Then, he heard it again, a little bit louder this time.
But it was at that moment that he made it across to the open clearing, where guards were posted, they wore thick, heavy armor to protect them from any weapon hitting them. There were exactly five of them, and he had five throwing knives. So he slipped out into the clearing, staying low to the ground. Then he got up for a split second, took his knife, and threw one. It landed in the man’s chest plate with a satisfying thunk. He crouched down, for a split second then stood up while he spun round to get some momentum. He threw his second knife and it just barely missed the guard by a foot. But Andrew had a second knife ready. The first was just a distraction, and he hit his target strait on. He hit the other 2 guards with amazing speed, but he was out of knives. Worried that the guard would turn any minute, he ran three feet from one of the guards, did a cartwheel, and grabbed his knife in the process, and spun around and threw the knife.
Now, he thought, he must get his other knives and get to the woods. “Never leave valuable equipment behind; it may save your life.” The phrase echoed in Andrew’s head, as it had been drilled into him for the past year. As he picked up the knives and ran to the forest.
As he entered the forest, he felt this eerie feeling, like something was watching him. As he got farther into the forest, he heard that strange brushing sound again. Andrew turns around and looked for the source of the sound. Then he saw it, a small flicker of movement that caught his attention. He automatically reached for his knife, but a low, dark, evil voice stopped him. “Who dares to try to harm the Plague, for his penalty shall be death” it seemed to say as a hooded figure stepped out of the shadows, with a gleaming sword. Andrews mind was racing! The Plague, the sword, he didn’t know if this was part of the exam, but he didn’t think so. He did what his gut told him to do, and drew his sword, a bad mistake. The Plague saw the movement and intercepted, by shooting a light blue, magic like flare that paralyzed his right arm. Andrew was in shock. “What was this thing?” is what his mind asked itself.
Andrew heard a buzzing noise that made him twitch. He was distracted and the Plague lunged at him, swiping his sword in an arc, slicing Andrews arm. He screamed in pain, but he realized “Pain, I feel pain!”
That was strange as he understood that the arm paralyzing was a psychological matter, and he felt confident. He grabbed the sword with his left arm, shaking with fear. He took a clumsy swing at the beast. With his non-dominant arm, he was in trouble. The sword cut through the Plague like nothing, because there was nothing to cut, the Plague just seemed to be air.

Sir Belch’s Soliloquy by Dino

I am Sir Belch. A knight in training at the Nimble Knights Training Academy.
My name is Sir Belch because I burp or belch all the time. Our instructor at the academy thinks I am an incompetent fool along with Sir Talksalot, Sir Numbskull, Sir Please Settle Down, and Sir Jellyfish.

I admire 4 people, the crazy cooks. They put up with the King’s and Queen’s moaning and groaning about terrible food. I also admire them because their food fills my stomach with gas that causes belching or burping. I really hate all the other knights. They are like belching on an empty stomach to me. I HATE THEM ALL!

When I was really little, my parents abandoned me because of the smell of my breath from the belching and junk foods I ate. I swore one day I would seek revenge on them for that treacherous day that destroyed my life.
I grew up as a street kid, begging as I got older and older.

One day I was out begging and these people came up to me and gave me 50 dollars. I was overwhelmed. I asked them for their names and they said Mary and Marcus Belch. Suddenly my body filled with anger and I told them what they had done to me by abandoning me that day. Then they explained to me that they lost me. I was suddenly happy and my happiness came out in a toxic burp, it killed them and I was so angry at myself I signed up for a correctional facility, which turned out to be a Knight training school, and there I am to this very day.

I just wish that my parents were here alive. Sometimes I dream that I drift to heaven and live my death with them. I fear that when I die I will go to the underworld because God wants to punish me for begging my whole life and seeking revenge on those I love most.

Dancing in front of 200 people by Nicolas

Dancing is fun, especially when you you’re by yourself. Trust me, however, it’s not fun when you dance in front of 200 PEOPLE! When I did that I was so shy that I went red as lava. That was my first time dancing in public and I died from embarrassment!

The first time was at my dance teacher’s celebration, and the second time was at my old school at a competition. My friends were envious and they started teasing me.

“You are not going to be the winner” they shouted at me.
“Well don’t be sure, there are so many of you, you are going to fall down off the stage,” I replied to them.

I didn’t care what they did and what they said, so I went away after our fight.

The day came, so I had to do my best. When it was my turn I was shy. I didn’t remember the steps and that was a big problem. My teacher was at the other corner of the stage, but I didn’t notice her. After a while I spotted her and she showed me the steps, but I still wished I could pull out the wires from the electric spotlight! Then I looked at my teacher and I remembered it all. However, still I didn’t look anybody in the eyes.

After I finished I realized it was not so bad. At the end, everyone congratulated me and said it was fantastic. But the thing I was most rid of was being shy.

From this experience I learned that you don’t need to be shy or think you don’t know the steps. I hope that when they invite me to dance I will try my best and won’t be shy.

The New School by Niki S.

It was Friday afternoon and I was reading a Harry Potter book. My brother was at the playground playing with his friends. My Mummy and Daddy came into my bedroom and said, “We have something to tell you’’. I got very scared. I was looking at them and I was wondering. I thought they wanted to talk to me because I had done something wrong. My Mummy sat next to me and said,
“We have found a good school with very good teachers.’’
“All right’’, I said.
“But this new school is an English school. You have to talk to your friends and teachers in English. You will go this year.’’
“Can’t I go next year?’’, I asked.
“No”, replied my mother. ”Teachers said that next year would be too difficult for you.’’
I was very sad and I started crying. I didn’t want to leave my old friends at my old school. What would they say? What about, Dio, my best friend? Will she cry when she hears the news? Then, I thought that, the new school might be good and I might not have any problems there. But when my brother, George, learned about the school, he started crying because he didn’t want to leave his friends behind.
Then the first day at the new school came. When we arrived at school, we went to Ms. Pappas’s office for the registration. Ms. Pappas asked some questions to see how well we knew English. When I was talking to her, I didn’t know that she was the principal of ACS.
Then we left Ms. Pappas office and we went to my brother’s, George class. We left him there and we went to my class. Ms. Kynigou welcomed me like this,
“Hi, I’m your teacher for this year. My name is Ms. Kynigou. What’s your name? ”
“Niki”, I whispered.
“Oh”, said Ms. Kynigou, “You have a wonderful name. We also have another Niki in the class,” she said and pointed at Niki K.
Then, she brought me to the desk where Barbara, Anna and Myrto were sitting.
“You may sit there for the moment” she said.
Then she started passing out some small papers. She wrote on board. “My name is ______. This year I want to sit with ______.”
“You have to fill in the blanks and give it to me”, she said, “but there are some kids, like Niki, that don’t know anybody, so make sure you help her to make friends.”
Then, we went out for recess. That was the first time that I ever played four square.
My Mummy was right. This school is very good. I have learned so many things since I came here and I have to say that this is, maybe, the best school in whole of Greece.

By Niki S.