A couple days ago,  my friend and I went  on Taravison. Taravision is a broadcast that just goes over our school and it has notices, sport notices, video clips  and competitions .  We got chosen to do the competition on behalf of our class.   We had 30 seconds  to talk and give an answer for our whereabouts, and the clothes we were wearing the time a crime was committed because we had to have an alibi.  My friend was in a different room being asked the same questions.  She had to say the same answers as I did.   We got one answer wrong but then we got the point back  because we dressed up.  It was a tie between room 18 (us)  and room 17. We were asked  what is the capital of South Africa?  Room 17 said Capetown and guess what???  They were right!  We didn’t come 1st but we came 2nd.

Yesterday we did basketball skills for our p.e .lesson my group did passing as our first activity then we did lay ups they where really fun to do. Then we did dribbling as our next activity we had to dribble the ball around the court as fast as we could.As our last activity we did shooting practice we stood on the half circle and took turns shooting hoops.I’m sure everyone had a good time and many people learnt loads of skills.

On Wednesday room18 and all the other year7 classes went out for physical education. While they were having P.E some people were out trialing for the netball team. There were eleven girls and eight boys. Only five girls and five boys were picked. If you make it in to the team you have to pay one dollar. The dollar is for the prize pool, every class in the school has a team and everyone in the teams has to pay a dollar. That money pays for the prize. There are games against all the teams until there are only three teams left. Those teams battle it out for first, second and third. First prize is eighty dollars of pizza and the heavenly netball sheild. Second prize is fifty dollars of pizza and third prize is thirty dollars of pizza. Room18’s practise was great they played fair and shared the ball around. When the classes have practices they play against themselves, boys against girls. They play against themselves because the games haven’t started yet. Room18, I think that they will go far and might bring back the shield along with some pizza of course.

Before I start writing, know one thing.There is a food so vile, so disgusting, that no cure has ever been found for it. It goes by the name of COLD MEAT.

One fine summer’s evening, at dinner time, an assassination attempt would soon be unfurled. There was my Mum, minding her own business, Dad, eating so quickly, you’d think that his food had grease on it. Then there was my brother Tom, pulling faces at me, my other brother Ben, slopping food over the table, and me, eating my grub, ignoring those annoying brothers, and focusing on the mutation that was frowning at me from my plate. COLD MEAT. The menace of the food world, brussel sprouts quivered before it. Liver screamed. Mushrooms begged for mercy. This horror needed to be disposed of. So they called in me. COLD MEAT EXTERMINATOR.

It was a casual job, a normal family, although the brothers looked like they had been knocked of their rockers. I carefully got into position, ready to take a shot at the grisly thing on my plate. I grasped the disgusting creature in my hand, and pretended to eat it, but when it was out of sight, my hand slipped under the table to the awaiting mouth of th dog. It was a silent operation, and went flawlessly well, and now the only thing I had to do now was finish my dinner…what’s this…veges!? This looks like a job for the VEGETABLE EXTERMINATOR….