My Inquiry Reflection Unit

Key Question

What effect does the rubbish I produce have on the environment?

The rubbish I produce probably is not such a good thing because I’m helping build up the landfill and some of the waste there are blowing into rivers, lakes, and bays causing harm to our poor sea and land animals.

The following questions might help you write your reflection.

How can we motivate ourselves and others to be responsible for our waste?

By putting out a lot more rubbish bins in communities, busy areas, schools and playgrounds, and also public fields. Having people going around with surveys and asking for other people’s support in an organisation that is helping the environment by disposing the waste that hurts our poor animals and our gardens and children.

How can we reduce the amount of money TPS

We could all stop bringing recyclable waste to school so that the school doesn't have to pay twice as much money to remove the waste in our school. By doing so we could start bringing reusable snap lock bags so that we can use them for our sandwiches, veggies, fruit and ect.

My Slideshow On Room 7's Netball Session

This is my slideshow on Room 7's Netball session. I hope you like it. Enjoy!!!

Plastic Bags Group Inquiry Presentation

This slideshow is about how rubbish  and plastic bags are a huge problem that we all should be concerned about. Enjoy reading!!!

Synonyms for four words

My Worst Nightmare Coming To Life

My Worst Nightmare Coming To Life

By Deandra

One dull and grey day I felt like I needed to be with my grandma after the accident, I knew how many days went by while she was cramped up in that awful hospital and how I had an urge to go visit her but I just couldn't bear to see her in a bad shape, it was unhealthy for not only me but for her as well. But I finally had enough courage to go and see her, but something was whispering in my ear to stay in the comfort of my own home and never to think about visiting grandma but I went with my thoughts instead of going with my instincts.

I arrived at the doors of the hospital taking in a deep breath before entering,  my mind was blank I couldn't think of anything to say to her, whether to say “I'm so sorry for not coming in sooner” or to say “How you doing nan.” But I couldn't make my mind up so I went with “ Hi Nana how are doing today.”

Once I entered the building I felt a cold breeze go straight through me like as if it was a lost spirit. But I kept on moving towards the reception, the receptionist said to watch my back while entering the fifth floor where my grandma’s room was, and I asked her why and she said there’s bad things up there.

I felt a little spooked, but I didn't hesitate any longer and with that I made my way to the elevator and I pushed the button with the bloody number five on it. I had no intention to take notice of the blood on the button or the advice the receptionist gave me.

I was walking down the hall until I saw a strange thing lurking through the other side of the hall with eyes shaded in blood.But once I reached the fifth floor I was freezing like as if I was in a giant freezer, I thought to myself why did I come here in  the first place and I remembered I was there to visit my grandma.

When I reached my grandma’s room I could see something cold but dark swirling around her and then disappear like dust getting sucked into a vacuum cleaner. I hesitated at first but I was too curious of what that thing was but when I approached my grandma it came back again but this time showed it’s horrifying bloody mouth with super sharp teeth and eyes the colour of blood.

The fear I felt was horrific with that thing staring me down and warning me not to come any closer than I was, by the look in it’s eyes I knew my grandma was it’s prey and it was feeding on her bloody flesh and by the looks of it that thing was almost finished with her by the looks of her chalky white and pale face. Can you imagine my fear and the horrifying look on my face when I started running for the hospital door but found that I was trapped with the rest of the lost souls in this awful place called Death Row Hospital where the lost souls live.

My Brother Was Taken By Death

My Brother Was Taken By Death

Deandra

One stormy and dark night when I was asleep at home all cosy in the comfort in my own bed I had a strange dream about my brother who had died years ago, but when I woke up I had  remembered what happened that dark and terrible night when me and brother as well as our friends went to DARK SHADOWS ALLEY CEMETERY.  

I thought to myself about the poor people who had died and had been buried there, most of them were my dearest friends who were so full of life and had years to come ahead of themselves. But one of them was my best friend Cecilia, she was the kindest person you could ever meet but she had died tragically in an accident.

My brother was in front of me and our friends were beside us, we were all heading for CRANKY OLD MR GEORGE SWINER’ S  grave. My brother and him were always at each others throats but I was never horrible to the poor old man and he was never mean to me but just to brother of course.

See my brother was the popular yet idiotic but horrible person who made fun of old men or people and never had any manners towards anyone except me and our parents. I felt awkward for a moment when he told me to pass the spade so he could dig up the man’s grave.

But I felt wrong about it so I told to leave him to rest and lets go home but his friends were intimidating him and telling him to dig it up. When he looked at me I couldn't believe my eyes when he would choose them over me, his own flesh and blood, his younger sister.

But when he gave me that look I gave him the spade and I walked off home, but when he was done he ran over towards me I started to not take notice of him until I looked back at him and he said to me to “Come back and we could talk it all out” but by the time I made my first step towards him, something with a bloody brown cloak  with razor sharp teeth, dark pitch black wings and  two red eyes looking straight at me took him up in the air, snapped his back and tore him apart.

I had fallen down to my knees and looked straight into it’s eyes and knew straight away that it was death itself collecting its debt. I cried and I cried hoping it was all a bad dream but the more I hoped the more I was disappointing myself.

Then the next morning I woke up in bed and found myself alone in my lonely house by myself with no older brother here to comfort me no older brother here to talk to me and especially no older brother to have around for my support.

THE END OR IS IT REALLY ? OR WILL DEATH BE COMING FOR ME AS WELL?.........

My Reflection Story

Nerves Of Steel

By Deandra

One hot and gusty day I decided to become the very first extreme daredevil in the world and in my family, by doing something that could cost me my life like literally. I would have just lived my average life and enjoy it while I can, but I thought to myself 7 generations of super extreme daredevils run through my blood and my family.

I had adrenaline running through me like a lightning bolt struck me and passed electricity right through me, once I was up in the air I was so afraid of what I would look like coming down. I felt like my life depended on my balance, footwork, belief and concentration. But my life really depended on my balance, belief, concentration of course and my feelings.

I felt so afraid and scared that I would slip and fall floating down like a bird’s light and soft feather, gliding down but instead back to reality I’d be falling so fast I wouldn't be able to breathe.

What I felt I can’t describe right now because being 1500 feet in the air with nothing to grip onto but a 2 inch thick tight rope below my feet, with me on top trying to keep my balance, trying to tell myself don’t slip or else you’re done for.

I'm half way already,  waiting impatiently  to see the dirt and see and to touch land again, after being held captive in the air by the gusting winds and the hot desert sun’s heat shining on my face making me have an appearance as a red tomato. When I finally came to the last metre I decided to run it and I was on land, the feeling I had was overwhelming that was also  what caught me like a safety harness while I was in the air frightened for my life and for my well being.

This story was based on a man named Nik Wallenda, who is the first man to cross the Grand Canyon and the first man to cross Niagara Falls. I hope you enjoyed reading my reflection story, don't forget to give your opinion on my blog by posting a comment.