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Short Story 2 – Homework

Little Ania

By William Hugel

Little Ania was a very unusual little girl. First of all, she started out looking different. She wasn’t bald like most babies. She was born with the hugest mop of wiry black hair that you can possibly imagine. There was, in fact, more hair than girl, which made her very unusual looking indeed.

And then there was her name. Ania. Said like An-ya. She was named after her Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother who had lived on the other side of the world. But no one understood this, and people were always saying her name wrong.

Right from when Ania was very little she started making all kinds of problems for her mother. “Ania!” said her mother over and over. “Why do you have to be so difficult! Why can’t you behave like a normal child?”

“But I don’t want to eat meat and fish and vegetables!” cried Little Ania at the dinner table.

And she would bring her little knees up to her chin and hide completely behind her huge mop of wiry black hair. Whenever Little Ania was cross, (which was most of the time) she would curl up and hide behind her hair.

 

And so Little Ania ate very little, and when she did it made her sick, so she was very, very little indeed. She was only ever half the size of other kids her age. But Little Ania didn’t care, because this made it easy for her to hide behind her hair.

At school the other kids teased her about her great, wiry mop of black hair. “I’m surprised you don’t have birds nesting in your hair!” they said to her.

On her way back from school birds really did land in Little Ania’s hair. And by the time she got home they really had started making themselves little nests.

Little Ania liked having birds in her hair. When she got home she would try to sneak past her mother and run up to her room without being seen. But her mother always managed to catch her before she made it up the stairs.

“Ania!” cried her mother most every day. “Take that bird out of your hair! Honestly, why can’t you behave like a normal child?”

 

After she had taken the bird out of Little Ania’s hair her mother gave her dolls to play with. “Please, Ania, can’t you try to play with dolls like a normal little girl?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” said Little Ania.

“I HATE DOLLS!”

And she would rip them all up, and throw their little legs and arms and heads all over the room.

Not knowing what else to do her mother often put her to bed early. But Little Ania never really slept.

“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…” she said all night long.

“Ania!” her mother would cry. “Stop growling and go to sleep!”

“But I hate this bed!”

“Please stop being so absurd!” said her mother. “All little girls sleep in beds! Will you never learn to behave like a normal child?”

But Little Ania never learned to behave like a normal child. She was so unhappy that she started to be sick a lot. By the time she was seven years old she was so sick that she ended up in the hospital.

In the hospital none of the nurses or doctors could figure out what was wrong. They tried feeding her lots of fish, meat, and vegetables and gave her the softest bed in the hospital and lots of dolls to play with. But Little Ania just hid herself behind her hair and said:

“ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” and got sicker and sicker.

“I’ve tried everything to try and make her a normal, healthy little girl!” sobbed her mother. And she was inconsolable.

Little Ania’s little growl got softer and softer, until it could barely be heard. All the doctors and nurses were afraid that she was going to die.

Then, one night, someone spoke to her.

“Little Ania,” the voice said, “why are you so unhappy?”

It was late in the middle of the night and Little Ania was surprised. She had thought that she was alone. It was a strange voice, like a whisper, but full of music.

“Because I don’t like eating meat, fish and vegetables and I don’t like playing with dolls and I hate sleeping in beds!” she cried with the last of her strength. “I’m never going to be a normal little girl so I’m just going to die now.”

“Well, what would you like to eat?” asked the voice.

Little Ania had never been asked this question before. She pushed her hair away from her face and looked into the darkness of the hospital room. In the bed next to the window there was an Old Man. At least she assumed it was an Old Man, though it was the strangest looking Old Man she had ever seen. He was pulling up the bed sheet with both hands to just under his nose, so that all she could see was his hands, the top part of his head, and two very pointy little ears. His skin was very yellow, not yellow like skin but yellow like the sun. He looked very skinny and his yellow skin was very, very wrinkly. Ania thought that maybe he looked so odd because he was very sick like her.

 

“Well…” said Ania, in answer to his question. She thought for a moment, then she said: “I would like to eat… that lampshade.”

“Maybe you should then,” said the strange Old Man.

“OK,” said Little Ania. “I will.”

And she ate up the lampshade.

 

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she said. “That was delicious!”

“What else would you like to eat?” asked the Old Man.

“I would like to eat……. that flower pot.”

“Maybe you should then,” said the Old Man.

“OK,” said Little Ania. “I will.”

And she ate up the flower pot. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!” said Little Ania. “I’m nice and full now.”

And she patted her stomach.

 

But she still looked very unhappy.

“What’s the matter now, Little Ania?” asked the Old Man.

“I hate this stupid bed!”

“Well, where would you like to sleep?”

No one had ever asked her this question before either.

Little Ania thought for a moment. Then she said: “I would like to sleep……. under the bed. With no covers or pillows or anything.”

“Maybe you should then.”

“OK,” said Little Ania. “I will.”

And Little Ania climbed under the bed, with no covers or pillows or anything. “AAAAHHHHH!!!! This is more like it!”

“I’ll wake you up before the nurses or doctors come in,” said the Old Man. “That way no one will ever know.”

“OK,” said Little Ania. “Thank you.” And she was soon fast asleep.

In the morning the Old Man woke her up before any of the doctors or nurses came in. They arrived to find Little Ania sitting up in her bed. She wasn’t growling and she wasn’t hiding behind her great mop of wiry black hair. She looked better.

“It’s a miracle!” cried one of the nurses.

“Not a miracle,” corrected one of the doctors. “It’s the benefits of modern medicine.”

“But where did the lampshade and flower pot go?” someone asked.

“Little Ania,” said one of the doctors, “you mustn’t steal the lampshades and flower pots.” This made no sense, of course, as there was nowhere in the hospital room where she could have put a stolen lampshade or flower pot. But as there was no other reasonable explanation for the disappearance of the lampshade and the flower pot, the doctors and nurses left it at that.

“Nurse Price,” said one of the doctors. “Make sure the custodian brings in another flower pot and lampshade before Ania’s bedtime.”

And then they all left.

“Hee hee!” said Little Ania.

A little while later Nurse Price came in with Ania’s breakfast. Little Ania stared down at her food. She looked over at the Old Man, who winked at her.

“What’s the matter?” asked the nurse. “I thought you were getting better.”

“I am…” said Little Ania. “But you see…. I don’t like eating in front of other people. Yesterday I hid my food under my pillow until after you left. Then I ate it all up. That’s why I’m better.”

“I see…” said the nurse. “Well, it’s against the rules, but OK. If that’s what will make you better. But don’t tell anyone.” On her way out the door the nurse winked at her.

“Hee hee!” said the Old Man after the nurse had left. “That was very clever.”

“Thank you,” said Little Ania. The Old Man reached over with his skinny yellow arm, took the tray of food and dumped it out the window. Ania had never seen such a long skinny arm in her life.

 

That evening the custodian brought a new lampshade and flower pot and Nurse Price brought Little Ania some dolls.

“Since you’re feeling better, I thought you might like some dolls to play with,” said the nurse.

“Thank you,” said Little Ania, clenching her teeth. She knew the nurse was trying to be nice. But as soon as the nurse left:

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” said Little Ania.

“I HATE DOLLS!”

And she ripped them all up and threw their little legs and arms and heads all over the room. “Hee hee!” said Little Ania. “I haven’t done that in a while.”

 

 

But then she started to look unhappy again.

“What’s the matter now, Little Ania?” asked the Old Man.

“Why does everyone want me to play with dolls? I hate playing with dolls!” And she started to growl.

“Well,” said the Old Man, “what would you like to do?”

Little Ania stopped growling. She thought for a moment, then she said: “I would like to… ride around on a broomstick.”

“Maybe you should then,” said the Old Man.

“OK,” said Little Ania, and she looked about the room. “But there’s no broomstick in this stupid hospital room!”

And she hid behind her hair.

“I just happen to have one,” said the strange Old Man. He pulled out a broomstick from under his sheet. With his long, skinny yellow arm, he handed it to Little Ania.

“Hooorrraayyyyy!!!!” she cried, and jumped out of bed. “Come on you stupid broomstick! Fly!”

“Do you know how to fly around on a broomstick?” asked the Old Man.

“My mother would never let me try,” said Little Ania, and she started to look very cross.

“Try this,” said the Old Man. “Try saying:

Dolls are fine for some little girls, but if a bit unusual you be, hop on a broomstick and fly around, cause it’s the only way for some little girls, yippee!“

“OK,” said Little Ania. She said the funny little rhyme. Nothing happened. She said it a second time. Still nothing happened. She said it a third time and was about to give up when

“YYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She started flying all about the room.

“Hah! Hah! Hah!” she said. She flew up to the strange Old Man and gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

 

 

“Thank you,” she said. “But… why have you been so nice to me? You don’t even know me. And how did you know how to make the broomstick fly?”

“I knew your Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother who had lived on the other side of the world. She’s the one who taught it to me.”

“You are very old then! No wonder you look so funny!”

The Old Man laughed. Little Ania noticed that his teeth were as pointy as his ears. “Sorry,” said Little Ania, thinking that she had been terribly rude.

“I wouldn’t want to look any other way,” he said, climbing out of bed.

Little Ania gasped. His whole body was the same bright yellow, and he seemed to have no flesh whatsoever, so that when he turned sideways he nearly disappeared.

“I’ve had enough of this hospital room,” he said, opening the window. “Shall we fly about out in the night a bit?”

“OK,” said Little Ania, and they flew out the window and into the night.

The strange Old Man taught Ania how to fly all about the night without being seen. He showed her how to land on the rooftops of sleeping houses, and how to get up to all kinds of harmless mischief, like making all the dogs in a neighborhood start barking all at once, or people who had been nasty to each other bump their heads on doors.

He also showed her some nice things to do. He showed her how to lure people together that were going to fall in love. And he showed her how to fly into open bedroom windows, to take away the nightmares of sleeping children.

Little Ania enjoyed all this very much. But after a while she started to look sad. “What’s the matter, Little Ania?” asked the Old Man.

“I miss my mother.”

“Well, maybe you should go see her.”

“But… what will she think of me, eating up lampshades and flower pots, sleeping under the bed with no covers or pillows or anything, and flying all about the night on a broomstick?”

“I think she will just be glad you’re better.”

The Old Man had been right about everything so far, so she decided to take his advice. And, after all, what else could she do?

So they flew together to her mother’s bedroom window. “I have to leave you now,” said the Old Man.

“But…” Little Ania began to protest. She wanted him to help her get up her courage to face her mother.

“I’ll see you again,” was all he said. And he was gone.

The window was open, and Ania could see her mother, by the lights of the neighborhood- sleeping under the bed! And with no covers or pillows or anything!

Suddenly her mother woke up and climbed out from under the bed. She turned on the light, so that although Little Ania was hovering right in front of her window, her mother couldn’t see her. Her mother sat on her bed and looked very sad. Little Ania felt sorry for her.

“I guess I will finally have to tell her,” her mother said to herself. “Poor little girl! It only gets harder and harder to be unusual in this world! I wish for her sake that she could have learned to be a normal little girl. But I can’t let her get any sicker. If the hospital can’t make her better then there’s no other way. But at least I’ll eat something first, to get up my courage to face my daughter!”

She opened up a tall closet door. Inside was chock full of lampshades and flower pots. Her mother ate up two lampshades and two flower pots, then got on her broomstick. She flew towards the window- and came face to face with Little Ania.

Mother and daughter looked at each other. They stayed this way for a long time.

 

 

Finally, they hugged one another and started to cry. They cried and they cried and they cried. They had seven years of crying to do.

When they were finally done crying they looked at each other again. And they started to laugh. They laughed and they laughed and they laughed.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” asked Little Ania.

“Because I didn’t want you to grow up feeling so unusual and different from everyone else!”

“But I’m not different from everyone else. I’m like you. And my Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother who had lived on the other side of the world. And that funny Old Man. You should have seen him mother. He had yellow skin like the sun and….”

“Pointy ears and pointy teeth and was so skinny that when he turned sideways he nearly disappeared?” her mother finished for her.

“How did you know?”

“Zbyszek!” said her mother. “I should have known.”

“You know him!” cried Little Ania, delighted.

“Come inside and let me show you something.”

Mother and daughter flew inside. Ania sat on her mother’s bed while her mother retrieved an album from her top dresser drawer.

“These are drawings someone made of your Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” said Little Ania when she saw the first picture. “She has birds in her hair!”

And indeed, in her great mop of wiry black hair there was a bird, in a nest, with three little baby birds. In the next picture her Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother was stirring a big pot.

The liquid inside was the color of the sun and there was a little head starting to form in the goop.

“Is that…”

“Zbyszek. Your Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandmother made him to look after her daughters and her daughters’ daughters after she was gone.”

After they had looked at a few more pictures her mother put the album away.

“We can look at some more later. How about we fly about in the night for a bit?”

“Can we make all the dogs in a neighborhood bark all at once and people who have been nasty to each other bump their heads and lure people together who are going to fall in love and take away the nightmares of sleeping children?” asked Little Ania.

“Of course,” said her mother. “And much much more besides.”

“OK,” said Little Ania.

And they flew out the window and into the night. As soon as they did a bird landed in Little Ania’s hair.

“Hah hah hah!” said Little Ania.

“Oh alright,” sighed her mother. So mother and daughter flew all about the night together, making dogs bark and people who had been nasty bump their heads and lovers find each other and taking children’s nightmares away, and much much more besides…

And all the while the bird started to make itself a little nest in Little Ania’s great, wiry mop of black hair.

Short story 1

ODD YEARS

Eleven

Sandra Cisneros

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are–underneath the year that makes you eleven. Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three. Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is. You don’t feel eleven. Not right away. It takes a few days, weeks even, sometimes even months before you say Eleven when they ask you. And you don’t feel smart eleven, not until you’re almost twelve. That’s the way it is.

Only today I wish I didn’t have only eleven years rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box. Today I wish I was one hundred and two instead of eleven because if I was one hundred and two I’d have known what to say when Mrs. Price put the red sweater on my desk. I would’ve known how to tell her it wasn’t mine instead of just sitting there with that look on my face and nothing coming out of my mouth.

“Whose is this?” Mrs. Price says, and she holds the red sweater up in the air for all the class to see. “Whose? It’s been sitting in the coatroom for a month.” “Not mine,” says everybody. “Not mine.” “It has to belong to somebody,” Mrs. Price keeps saying, but nobody can remember. It’s an ugly sweater with red plastic buttons and a collar and sleeves all stretched out like you could use it for a jump rope. It’s maybe a thousand years old and even if it belonged to me I wouldn’t say so. Maybe because I’m skinny, maybe because she doesn’t like me, that stupid Sylvia Saldivar says, “I think it belongs to Rachel.” An ugly sweater like that, all raggedy and old, but Mrs. Price believes her. Mrs. Price takes the sweater and puts it right on my desk, but when I open my mouth nothing comes out.

“That’s not, I don’t, you’re not…Not mine,” I finally say in a little voice that was maybe me when I was four. “Of course it’s yours,” Mrs. Price says. “I remember you wearing it once.” Because she’s old and the teacher, she’s right and I’m not. Not mine, not mine, not mine, but Mrs. Price is already turning to page thirty-two, and math problem number four. I don’t know why but all of a sudden I’m feeling sick inside, like the part of me that’s three wants come out of my eyes, only I squeeze them shut tight and bite down on my teeth really hard and try to remember today when I am eleven, eleven. Mama is making a cake for me tonight, and when Papa comes home everybody will sing Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you.

But when the sick feeling goes away and I open my eyes, the red sweater’s still sitting there like a big red mountain. I move the red sweater to the corner of my desk with my ruler. I move my pencil and books and eraser as far from it as possible. I even move my chair a little to the right. Not mine, not mine, not mine. In my head I’m thinking how long till lunchtime, how long till I can take the red sweater and throw over the schoolyard fence, or leave it hanging on a parking meter, or bunch it up into a little ball and toss it in the alley. Except when math period ends Mrs. Price says loud and in front of everybody, “Now, Rachel, that’s enough,” because she sees I’ve shoved the red sweater to the tippy-tip corner of my desk and it’s hanging all over the edge like a waterfall, but I don’t care. “Rachel,” Mrs. Price says. She says it like she’s getting mad. “You put that sweater on right now and no more nonsense.” “But it’s not-” “Now!” Mrs. Price says. This is when I wish I wasn’t eleven, because all the years inside of me– ten, nine, eight, seven, six five, four, three, two one–are pushing at the back of my eyes when I put one arm through one sleeve of the sweater that smells like cottage cheese, and then the other arm through the other and stand there with my arms apart like if the sweater hurts me and it does, all itchy and full of germs that aren’t even mine.

That’s when everything I’ve been holding in since this morning, since when Mrs. Price put the sweater on my desk, finally lets go, and all of a sudden I’m crying in front of everybody. I wish I was invisible but I’m not. I’m eleven and it’s my birthday today and I’m crying like I’m three in front of everybody. I put my head down on the desk and bury my stupid clown-sweater arms. My face all hot and spit coming out of me, until there aren’t any more tears left in my eyes, and it’s just my body shaking like when you have the hiccups, and my whole head hurts like when you drink milk too fast. But the worst part is right before the bell rings for lunch. That stupid Phyllis Lopez, who is even dumber than Sylvia Saldivar, says she remembers the red sweater is hers! I take it off right away and give it to her, only Mrs. Price pretends like everything’s okay.

Today I’m eleven. There’s a cake Mama’s making for tonight, and when Papa comes home from work we’ll eat it. There’ll be candles and presents and everybody will sing Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you, Rachel, only it’s too late. I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred and two. I wish I was anything but eleven, because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see it.

 

Holiday Homework

Read, read, read!

It is important that you keep up your reading over the holidays.

You should have 5 signed sections in your reading log from the last week of term (between Monday 25th June and Monday 2nd July) which I will check on the first day of term.

Over the holidays, you are expected to read regularly. Vary what you read. Read to a parent or sibling or maybe ask someone to read to you. Visit the local library to find something new to read… or find a favourite book you already love and re-read it.

I am not expecting you to keep up your reading log in the same way as during the term, however I would like you to list what you have read, and get a parent or care-giver to sign and say that you have read regularly over the holidays.

Have a happy and safe holiday.

Libby

Homework – Week 11


Due Thursday 29th June 2017

Adaptations reflection

 First you should look through the Rubric we have been using and identify with a highlighter or pen what you achieved.

Then look at the post that was created at the beginning of the Unit-here

At the top there are are 3 areas in red that describe the opportunities you were given for learning:

  1. Science Knowledge
  2. Science Inquiry Skills
  3. Personal and Social Capabilities

During your reflection you should reflect on something you learned from EACH of these areas at least once.

Write a reflection of what you have learnt during this term’s Science unit and project. Your reflection must include:
Section 1
An introduction summarising the project and what you achieved with your team-mention here items from the rubric that you feel you did well or could have improved on. What overall level did you achieve and why do you think that?

Then include:

  • Three facts that you found interesting or surprising.
  • Two understandings you now have.
  • One wonder you still have.

Section 2
Next, refer to your learning throughout the unit (in the whole class lessons, in your research pairs, at the excursion, and in science experiments) and answer:

  • What were the most important things I have learnt.
  • How did I learn it.
  • What am I going to do with what I have learnt.

To conclude create a statement that summarises what you have learnt in both section 1 and section 2 and a goal you have for the next time you work in a group.
Look at Adriana’s and Anton’s Term Three Project Reflection from when they completed this unit when they were in Year 5 to help you get an idea of a standard to reach for:
Adriana’s reflection

Anton’s reflection

Note that these reflections use full sentences and paragraphs. Both these reflections include an extra paragraph where they reflect on goals they had set at the start of the unit. As we did not do this, you don’t have to include this section

Homework Week 8 – Due Tuesday 13th June

  1. For homework this week you are expected to read your usual 5 times for the week – at least 30 minutes each session. Some of this reading may be reading for your science but must still be signed by a parent or caregiver.
  2. You are expected to work on your science project this week instead of all other homework tasks. This means you will need to organise roles and responsibilities with your partner so you both have tasks to work on. I will expect you to show me the work/research you have done on Tuesday when homework is checked.

 

Homework – Week 7

DUE MONDAY 5th June

BTN:

Please don’t forget that you are expected to put a link in your post to the BTN article you have written about.  You are also expected to detail 3 facts, 2 understandings and 1 question – colour coding or using subheadings to show each one.

Click here for this weeks BTN

HOTMaths:

Two-way tables

Reading Log:

Don’t forget to fill this out each night and bring it on Monday.

100 word challenge:

Please set yourself a goal, and write it at the start of your entry. This is one way you can keep improving with every piece of writing you do. You may find looking at the comments others have made on your past work will help you find ways to improve on the next.

The 100wc site is back up, so please aim to do this part of your homework early in the week so you can post it on the 100wc site as well as your blog.

Adaptations Research Project

WHAT WE ARE LEARNING- THE VICTORIAN CURRICULUM STANDARDS

Science Knowledge

Biological – Science Understanding

  • Living things have structural features and adaptations that help them to survive in their environment
  • The growth and survival of living things are affected by the physical conditions of their environment

Science Inquiry Skills

Questioning and predicting

  • Create questions that lead into a scientific investigation, and predict what the findings of an investigation might be based on previous experiences or general rules

Planning and conducting

  • Plan an investigation to answer questions and use equipment, technologies and materials safely, identifying potential risks
  • Decide which variables should be changed, measured and controlled in fair tests and accurately observe, measure and record data

Recording and processing

  • Construct and use a range of representations, including tables and graphs, to record, represent and describe observations, patterns or relationships in data

Analysing and evaluating

  • Compare data with predictions and use as evidence in developing explanations
  • Suggest improvements to the methods used to investigate a question or solve a problem

Communicating

  • Communicate ideas and processes using evidence to develop explanations of events and phenomena and to identify simple cause-and-effect relationships (VCSIS088)

 

Personal & Social Capabilities

  • Reflect on how personal strengths have assisted in achieving success at home, at school or in the community
  • Describe what it means to be confident, adaptable and persistent and why these attributes are important in dealing with new or challenging situations
  • Describe the characteristics of respectful relationships and suggest ways that respectful relationships can be achieved
  • Identify the characteristics of an effective team and develop descriptions for particular roles including leadership, and describe both their own and their team’s performance when undertaking various roles
  • Describe the various causes of conflict and evaluate possible strategies to address conflict

 

 

OUR FINAL PROJECT

To conclude our science unit on adaptation students will prepare an information display and presentation with supporting resources on a desert animal or plant. The audience for this presentation will be other Year 5-6 students. The purpose is to inform/teach.

Teams should comprise a year 5 and a year 6 student chosen to ensure effective use of time.

Before beginning and during the process teams must allocate roles and monitor progress.

Teams should assist one another to manage tasks and time and remind each other of their personal responsibilities. All team members must be responsible for at least one aspect of research and presentation.

There should be recognition of balancing the responsibilities between team members.

Your presentation should:

  • describe the desert environment to which the species is adapted
  • describe the structural features and behaviour of the species
  • make claims about which are key adaptations that help the species survive.

Your presentations will be showcased during the last week of term where each team member will have to share their knowledge, answering questions from other students.

Examples of oral presentations by scientists on adaptations can be found at:

Museum expert presentations

 

(Don’t worry- your presentation doesn’t need live animals!)

Present your research on a display board or in digital format.

(example only- yours may look different)

Show what you know about writing information reports- features and style. You will have access to and be marked according to a rubric.

Predictions:

Begin by making predictions about what you think might be some possible adaptations of your plant /animal. Say why you think this might be an feature or behaviour of your plant/animal.

Note taking: 

Take notes from at least 3 sources before using these notes to draft your report in your own words.

Drafting & Publishing:

  • The language of your report should be impersonal and contain three tier words.
  • Use a font size of at least 16 points for the text on your display board, so that it is easy to read from a few feet away. It’s OK to use slightly smaller fonts for captions on picture and tables
  • The title should be big and easily read from across the room. Choose one that accurately describes your work, but also grabs peoples’ attention.
  • Graphic features- Use photos or draw diagrams to present non-numerical data, to propose models that explain your claims. Try to find or create a graph to illustrate an aspect of your learning. (you could use Excel)
  • Include an annotated drawing to identify the adaptations of your plant/animal (similar to the one on ‘Camel features’)
  • You may choose to construct a 3D model instead of or as well as your annotated diagram-expected or extension?
  • The diagram and model should highlight the features and adaptations that are central to your species’ survival in the desert. Where possible, structural features on your model should be created to clearly show how the feature works to help the animal survive.
  • A Bibliography. At least three sources.

Experiment!

Your group should include a  proposal for an experiment to investigate if your claimed structural feature of the animal/plant is an adaptation for surviving in a desert environment. You will use your knowledge of models, variables, controls and fair testing that you learned during our 2 experiments this term. Deciding on what you and your team think you can achieve in the given time, you can either:

  • propose an investigation (include mention of what variables will be tested and what variables will be controlled)
  • plan the experiment (using the template we have used in our previous science experiments)

experiment-proforma

  • conduct your experiment and observe, record and share the results in your final display. Would you change or improve your experiment if you did it again? What might be another experiment that could be carried out to extend knowledge of this area?

 

These presentations will be on display during Science week in term 3

Data for graphs

Use one of the following data sources to create a graph on Excel. What sort of graph best suits the data?

post it on your blog with the original data copied from here. High level work will also include an analysis of the graph- what does it show? What can we tell when we look at it?

 

% of worlds wealth held in 2005
Richest 10% 58.2
2nd Richest 10% 16.8
3rd Richest 10% 10.5
4th Richest 10% 6.5
5th Richest 10% 4.4
6th Richest 10% 2.5
7th Richest 10% 0.9
8th Richest 10% 0.2
9th Richest 10% 0.1
Poorest 10% 0

 

GDP (Gross Domestic Product) per capita means how much a country earns for each person in the country, or the average amount each person earns in that country per year