Welcome to The Senior Unit blog for Term 3. We hope you had a great holiday break and that you are refreshed and ready to go for a new term.
Concert
School concert is on this term and will be in Week 7. Preparations are beginning and we look forward to a great presentation. Concert date Thursday 7th September.
Cosmic Cluster Camp
This term in Week 3 some students will be attending the Cosmic Cluster Camp. It is a great opportunity to meet students from other schools and have focus on an area of learning. We hope they have a great time and enjoy the experience.
Unit of Inquiry
This term for Unit of Inquiry we will be splitting into year levels. This will allow for Year 6's and Year 7's to focus on different areas for their inquiry. Here is an overview of the units we are about to start.
Year 7's
Central Idea: Scientific advancements influence our understandings and decision-making.
Lines of Inquiry: - Ways classifications organise diversity
- Impacts of human activity on organisms
- Understanding leads to change
Year 6's
Central Idea: The ability to survive is challenged by disasters
Lines of Inquiry: - Extreme events create disasters
- Disasters impact communities
- Preparation and response to disasters continues to evolve
That's all for now but keep checking back. We leave you now with a 'Spelling Story' from a Wordsmith, hope you enjoy and can you find the 'ay' words.
Bob’s Mayonnaise
One cold, rainy night,
Bob wanted to cook burgers for dinner. He had all the stuff to make it – except
for mayonnaise. So, he had to go to the store. The one closest to him was a
small shop named ‘Doomsday Dayle’s”. Now, this shop wasn’t the most extravagant
store. The owner was rarely there because he always went out to the park, going
on for hours about how doomsday is coming and that everyone needs to prepare.
Bob avoided going there when he could, but he decided he had no choice.
Even though it was
only a five-minute walk away, Bob took his car, the ‘2002 Radioimmunoassay
3000’. The car was a Russian car. It got Bob from A to B, but it certainly
wasn’t the safest car or the speediest. Plus, the name of the car is a clear
mistranslation. Radioimmunoassay is actually a way for people to measure
antigens in the body using antibodies. Anyway, Bob soon arrived. When he went
inside, he noticed that Dayle was not at the counter (thankfully). Instead, it
was an employee named Layla. Bob also noticed that the store also sold a few
books. They were mostly only obscure, weird bootleg books, though – everything
from ‘English for Imbeciles’ to ‘How to Make Your Own Sharpie Collection – Free
Stingray Inside!’. But Bob just wanted to get his mayonnaise and leave. He
found it. It was pretty expensive, but Bob didn’t care.
Bob went to the
counter to pay for the mayonnaise.
“Hey, did you hear
about what happened down at the highway?” said Layla.
“No… What happened?”
replied Bob.
“Oh, well, apparently
there was this huge meteor shower and a ton of people got killed, including Dayle.”
“Oh… Wow… Well, I’ll
have to have a look at that when I got home. Anyway, thanks. Goodbye.”
At first, Bob
dismissed it as another one of Dayle’s crazed ramblings that he convinced his
employee to tell everyone. But when he got home, he turned on the news and they
said that around 85 people were killed, including a ‘local doomsday nut’. Bob
was surprised, and briefly considered the fact that Dayle may have been right,
but he soon brushed it off and left the TV on while he began cooking his
burgers.
It had been raining
all day and Bob could still here the rain beating on the windows. Bob hadn’t
cooked properly for a while so the burgers were slightly burnt, but he didn’t
mind. As he was finishing up, he noticed that, according to the news, another
meteor strike had hit the nearby bay. It only killed a few people because not
many people were there, but Bob started to get worried. There was a few more
strikes, but for some reason, the rest weren’t meteor showers, instead
miscellaneous things, from dead stingrays to flags of Norway. Bob’s worry
escalated, but he stayed put.
It was 11:30pm and Bob
was slowly growing wearier. The news was still on and strange strikes
continued. Bob was on his computer and out the corner of his eye, he saw
something outside the window. So, he went up to the window and looked outside.
Stacks of paper were falling from the sky, quickly being tarnished by the
pouring rain. Bob decided to go out and try and grab some of it.
After a few runs, Bob
had collected a lot of paper, slightly damaged by the rain. All the paper had
writing, but it was all different. Some of it was old essays he had written in school,
while others were scripts for plays. He had no idea why they were falling from
the sky or how they got there. He decided to go out and get more, when he
noticed something on his roof. It wasn’t more paper, no, it was a man in a suit
throwing down all the paper.
“Hello?” Bob called
out to the man.
“Oh, hello there…” the
man replied.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, I don’t know if
I should be telling you this, but I work for the government and they wanted us
to do an experiment by seeing how much stuff we can drop onto people before
they get mad at us.”
“What was with those
meteors then?”
“Well, it started out
when these people in Nepal wanted us to get rid of some of their annoying
mountain goats. We decided to try and drop them from space for fun, but it
turns out they burn up pretty quickly…”
“Okay… Well is there
any particular reason why all the things you guys dropped had the same phonetic
sound?”
“I-I’ve already said
too much. I better be going…” And with that, the suit-clad man scurried away.
Bob didn’t know how to
react, and just stood there for a while thinking about what had just happened. As
Bob went to walk back into his house, it was still pouring down with rain. So,
as he stepped onto his tile floor, he slipped face first onto the cold, hard
tiles.
He was knocked out and
when he woke up, it was the next morning. The rain had gone but Bob had forgot
to get rid of all the paper on his lawn last night. There were mountains of it
covering the grass. There were also Himalayan mountain goats climbing all over
it. The thing was –it wasn’t just paper. It was snow. Bob was no longer just in
his house, no. He had, for reasons unknown, somehow managed to land himself in
the real Himalayan Mountains. All this stemming from going to buy a simple jar
of mayonnaise. Then Bob looked over to his right and saw a snow leopard…
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