Acrostic poem

WALHT: write an acrostic poem in detail.

Making a bubble inside a bubble

Equipment:

• Plastic container
• 150ml soap solution; water, detergent and sugar
• Straw
• Flat surface (preferably a table)

Instructions:

1. Dip your hand into the solution and wipe it against the table.
2. Soak the end of the straw into the solution and blow a bubble to an appropriate size.
3. Immediately dip the end of the straw into the solution again and slowly adjusting your straw into the middle of the bubble and blowing another one
4. Repeat this step until you get the amount of bubbles you can blow.

Hypothesis:

I believed that it was possible to create a bubble inside a bubble and accomplished layers of seven.

Conclusion:

Creating a bubble inside a bubble is a temporary and a permanent experiment as the bubble doesn’t last a long period of time. However, this concludes that you are not able to get the various layers of bubbles back.

Making bubbles

It was Thursday the fourth of May, breeze whistled through the air, the room 8 students were on their way for the first day of Term 2 for Technicraft. This Term our topic in Tech (short for Technicraft) was Science. We were learning about Bubbles, Froth and Foam, which relates to one topic.

As I entered the classroom a gast of heat wave bursted onto my face, the cold breeze liberated my body. We sat on our designated seats and what a surprise, the boys were separated from the girls. We were given 2 pieces of paper to record the reaction on our experiment. Our group begun with the experiment of investigating the comparison between blowing bubbles with soap and without. The difference was a complete opposite as the first experiment (without soap) appeared with bubbles in seconds. On the other hand, the second experiment (with soap) created a heap of bubbles almost overfilling the beaker. It was a learning experience at Tech and hopefully we would have a great time next week.

Volunteering in the Panmure

WALHT write a descriptive writing.

It was Monday the 24th of April, my cousin (Jane) and I volunteered at the Panmure Library as a sign for our St John cadet community service.

“Ring, ring, ring ring”. Out of nowhere a loud and obnoxious sound came buzzing in and through my ear. I woke up in shock as if a loud marching band came right past my room intentionally to wake me up. I looked down my bunk and saw Jane who slept past the deafening sound of the alarm clock.

Looking at the time it was 8:30am which gave us 30 minutes to get ourselves ready.

15 minutes past and we both were still on our life grabbing devices until we realised that we only had 15 minutes left to hold. Rushing through the hallway we ate our breakfast in a world record of time, then rapidly wore new clothes and brushed our teeth with moments of time passing we were out our door and on our way to the Library. The hot humid sun glazed upon our eyes and melted our feet that held us back miles away from our destination, each step I took the sun beated against my chest.

The glaze of the Library filled us with joy , we raced to the door and the second we stepped inside the Library freshened our body and spirit by the penetrating breeze from various air-cons surrounding the Library. We rushed to the counter and politely asked for a task to do and in a blink of an eye, the Librarian speechless bursted with words and immediately informed us our task. We were asked to cut out a variety of shapes from coloured paper for the holiday program (making robots).   Squares, circles, triangles, rectangles, stars, trapezoids and shapes made by our own imagination were made by numerous colours.

One hour of crafting dragged like watching grass grow, the last piece of paper was shaped into a triangle (we were permanently done). As we told the Librarian we were finished with our task, two pieces of red velvet cake were held up given to us, our mouths dropped down to the earth’s core. We thanked her with all our heart and soul. We delicately packed the cake into our bag as if it was worth $1000 and walked out the Library with pride (feeling satisfied after the good deed we accomplished especially the cake we were given). The sliding door opened and a gast of heat wave rushed through our bodies, our satisfaction flipped into a body collapsing mood.

Doing a good deed in the Library felt great and next time doing more than one would be the biggest goal I’ve ever accomplished and hopefully you would too.