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Be the 2014 Chocolate Bard!

Cadbury Chocolate Festival. July 2014. Chocolate Bard competition. Winner wins a huge goody bag from Cadbury. Not much more to say really. Except that these are my in-house competition winners. Well done to Ben, Caitlin and Hamish for your outstanding poetry

 If I were the human

If I were the human

and you were the chocolate

I would smell the aromas of your delightful

sweetness from a mile away and gobble you up the minute

I see you


If I were the chocolate

and you were the human

I would mold to your mouth like a child to its mum

and become the thing you are always craving


If I were the human

and you were the chocolate

I would hunt down for that beautiful taste

and would enjoy every mouthful right to the very last crumb


Chocolate Wars

In a purple universe far far away

There lies a castle

A brown castle

With a king of gold.

The king’s castle has been safe

Until now

An army of white soldiers march towards the fortress

Led by their red leader

Their spears pierce through the brown outer walls of the castle

The king’s death is near, he can feel it

As the leader bursts through the castle’s walls, the king wallows at his feet

As the leader moves to take him out, the king begins to dissolve

The white soldiers wait anxiously

“Finish the job, men!”

Cheers go up from the soldiers

They exit the scene of the crime.


A chocolate haiku

Dark cloaked stranger

unwrap your heart to me

true friend of mine




The BNZ literary awards are a good way to explore microfiction as a valid genre. Writing less than 150 words to produce quality fiction is actually difficult. Here’s a few:


TV Time Drama

The rusty blue Toyota rolls from the driveway. Water droplets loll from the hood and trickle down the windows. A small girl peers out from the  house. She yanks the chain and the blind falls from its bar. Light filters from the old bulb on the musty couches. the pitter patter of her bare feet echo as she walks to the pantry. Its doors fling open and the raiding begins. She picks up a glass of juice whilst balancing her food riches on a chipped china plate. Delicately, she sets down the meal and walks towards the television. She uses her toes to press the buttons. A blanket lies on the couch. She rolls it around her. The last button on the remote is pressed and the boisterous loud light starts. Then the crunching in the drive warns her. the TV switched off, and a book pulled out.


Tick, tock

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. A clock sounds in the distance. Footsteps travel in the breeze. A figure appears, white like a bed sheet, graceful as a gazelle. Dressed in a checkered dress and sandals, transported from the past. She’s supposed to be 120 but looks 12. Living a second life to haunt the ones she despises. The rotting fence holds her weight as she steps on the edge, her arms out wide balancing her body from left to right. Snap! The fence breaks hurting none other than itself. A light flickers on from the east. She is still lying there, not moving, not breathing. Was she even breathing before – does she have lungs? yes she does, she’s moving. at a snail pace towards the light. A white light, a bright light, a deadly light. Can she die? She’s a ghost, with no soul and no heart. Can she die?



Scarred for Life

Waves smash over me pulling us under like we are a little bug. Rays of beautiful sunlight stream over the glistening sea. People shout and splash, having the time of their life. All you think about is having fun. Then all of a sudden I have that gut feeling of something going wrong. I look around, up and then down. Something in its shadows slithers under me. then a slimy thing wraps around me pulling my helpless self down. then a horrific shock floods through me. in agony I move to shore, screaming for help. I get to the shore, terrifyingly I see blurred a pinky blue tentacle wrapped securely around my leg. A lady sprints over with vinegar, as I fade in and out of conciousness. She rapidly pours it over. Still in agony I look over and I’m scarred for life

Poetry – Lots and lots of it

Poetry is definitely one of those “I hate writing, but love having written” things. Year 7 and 8 Rutherford have been writing much poetry over the last few weeks and it is often HARD. It requires a great deal of use of high order thinking skills and just some plain old grit. It involves learning rules and following instructions, so that you can then break those rules and ignore the instructions.


Here’s some:

Elephant in a room


My home is a cube cage of concrete

My trees are bars of steel

My playground is painted on the wall

My battle scars will never heal


They sold my soul to a zoo

They took the miles out of my life

Nothing left

but hatred of those I despise


I used to have a family

Used to tingle tight in my bones

But they filled my brain

With sorrowful thoughts

And turned my heart to stone


Let me see my childhood home

Let me roam the world like before

Let me feel the gusts on my skin

And be myself once more


Here’s another:


Everyone was quite sorry

Cause the greedy King was worried

That his crown was not gold

but something of old

and the crownmaker was causing the folly


He called upon his most trusty

mathematician who wasn’t at all rusty

to solve the problem

that he’s acquired

caused he couldn’t solve it  as his brain was all nasty


the mathematician from Greece

Sat down in the tub for some peace

He ran down the street

to go and meet

the King from Glorious Greece


Archie was yelling “Eureka”

as the King came to meet him

cause he knew the answer

the King sought after

and the answer was a freaker


The answer was plain water

that the King was looking for

So Archie told him

and by doing consoled him

so now the King is doing what he oughta


Rock n Roll

It’s loud and it’s strange

with a very wide range

some might see it as outrageous

we see it as courageous

It’s an infectious infection

tailored to perfection

there’s just no stopping cause they’ll keep rocking



The Power of One

the power of one

Iambic pentameter on a Friday morning

Thanks Liz the Poet lady. Sonnets are cool!

liz poem

Challenge – what is it and what does it mean?

I found this and wanted to share it. It’s at the essence of what we do:


If Rutherford is there to challenge gifted/very able students, what exactly is challenge?


1. Identifying the individual’s zone of proximal development (ZPD) (Vygotsky) and working in it- i.e. the space between what a child can do with help and what a child can do without help.

2. Injecting elements of novelty and variety into the learning experience.

3. Encouraging metacognition (thinking about thinking-how we learn)

4. Offering opportunities for independence and self direction.

5. Encouraging risk-taking.

6. Providing opportunities to work with like-minded peers.


Tasks which should be encouraged should offer opportunities to

· formulate and reflect on personal knowledge and viewpoints,

· explore diverse viewpoints,

· consider difficult questions,

· problem solve and enquire,

· make connections between past and present learning,

· regularly engage in higher order thinking (analysis, synthesis and evaluation), and

· engage in independent thinking and learning.


Strategies in the classroom involve moving from:

· Concrete        TO            abstract materials, ideas and applications

· Simple           TO           complex resources, research, issues, skills, and targets

· Discreet         TO            cross-curricular working

· Structured      TO            open-ended questions, decisions, approaches and solutions

· Dependent     TO            independent learning (planning, monitoring and evaluating)

· Small             TO             large steps in imagination, insight and application

(Adapted from Winstanley, 2004, and the Scottish Network for Able Pupils)


Numbers and food and thinking?

What do you get if you set a homework on the theme of numbers in the medium of food?

e numbers



number roots

Number roots



PI R Squared



This Friday is International PI day, and these ideas come from the States, thanks to Ben’s Grandad! (even if he has a fabulous new take on spelling Hawea).

The 14 of March is International Pi day and here are some activities for Ben. Bring in some pies or pizzas and have the class measure the circumference and then the diameter and see if it comes up 3.14.

Compose a rhyme and song about Pi. Mention the circumference divided by the diameter. September 14 is 2Pi day.

Measure the circumference of the moon and divide it by the diameter? Measure the circumference of an eyeball and divide it by its diameter? Measure a bowl of vanilla ice cream and divide it by its diameter. Measure the diameter of a pumpkin and divide it by it diameter? Measure the circumference of a circle of Hiawia 4th graders and divide it by its diameter? Measure a bowl of sugar and divide it by its circumference. Call me if he can’t get these? Love Dad