Did you know…

Did you know that grade six has it’s very own newspaper? It’s true! It’s called the grade 6 refresh and is brought to you by a VERY enthusiastic, hardworking and creative team. It’s packed with information, news, puzzles, updates, and more! Don’t hesitate to your teacher for a copy!

Grade 6 Field Trips

Field Trip

Today all the Grade 6’s went on small field trips. There were 5 field trips and 5-6 kids per class in each field trip. When we picked field trips, I had to pick pretty late so when I picked field trips I only had two choices of all five. The five field trips were: Wong Chuk Hang Local Tour, Stanley Beach, Tai Tam Local School Tour, St. Mary’s home for the elderly visit, and the Wan Chai Supermarket Scavenger Hunt. By the time I picked, there were only 2 choices. The Wong Chuk Hang Local Tour, Or the Wan Chai Supermarket Scavenger Hunt. I picked the Wan Chai one, because I live in Wong Chuk Hang and I already know my local community. We had a field trip briefing yesterday, where Ms. Polawski, the leader of our field trip, told us that we were going to the Wellcome Supermarket in Wan Chai and looking at food miles.

In the morning, we all had normal classes. Then, just after snack, Ms. Chung’s group left. They missed Chinese and were coming back by the time we were leaving. Before we left though, Ms. Polawski gave us another small lesson about what we were going to be doing. We were to bring our Pre-Exhibition/Learn to Learn(L2L) Journals. In our Journals, we were supposed to have 4 columns, but I added an extra column to mine. The four columns were:

  1. What food does my family buy in a week?
  2. Where does each food I listed come from?
  3. How far did this item travel to get to me?
  4. What are some local alternatives?

The Column I decided to add was:

What was this foods journey?

After some hassle and a bit of delay, we finally got on the busses. I sat with Michelle and Annika, and we laughed over the adorable corgi photos on Michelle’s Phone.

Then, we actually got to Wellcome!! First, we looked at the fruits and vegetables. Then we looked at the meats. I took so many notes in the Pre-Exhibition/L2L Journal I thought my hand was going to fall off. After this, we took a look at the snacks. By that time, I was distracted and had formed a new goal. Samples! Wellcome offered about 20 different types of free samples, and I threaded through the shelves, looking for samples, slipping away from the group, coming back with samples. The 4 boys I was put with found it horribly annoying, which just made me do it more. I guess that wasn’t the best thing to do, but I just couldn’t resist that look on their face when I slipped away and came back with Samples. These are some of the samples I tried: Yakult, Ice cream, Wontons, and these strange Spicy Chip-like Sticks. In was delicious. Then, as we were waiting for the bus, I found some popcorn and rice crispies in my bag. Everyone was so baffled. They probably thought I had a magic touch as I kept getting food! It was just so funny!

Anyways, that pretty much sums it up!

Economic Era Inquiry

This week we are starting our economic era inquiries. We were assigned one of the G most economically powerful empires: The Ancient Romans, The Song Dynasty, China, The Mughal Empire, India, The British Empire, The United States Of America, and The Modern Conceptual Age. I got the Song Dynasty, which wasn’t my favorite(Ancient Rome was), but still was an okay fit for me, as I had some prior knowledge on the subject. In my the Song Dynasty group, there was me, Mary, Russell, Henry( Later changed to Hayden), and Rachel. This is still a work in progress but hopefully I will have more posts soon!

New Unit!

This week we are starting our new unit in Where we are in place and time! This unit focuses on economics. So far, we have collected our prior knowledge and started our new process journal. My old process journal wasn’t that amazing, but for this one I’m determined to make it really good. I will include the concepts, attitudes and attributes and have some inquiry questions. In my next blog post, you can find my Process Journal Pledge. I don’t actually know a lot about economy, but I have some prior knowledge already!

 

 

My Where We Are In Place And Time Process Journal Pledge

My Process Journal Pledge For Where We Are In Place And Time is as follows:

I pledge…

  • To make my Process Journal neat, tidy, and organized.
  • To finish unfinished work within one week of starting it.
  • To put more content, information, and detail into my process journal.
  • To use my process journal to document and show my learning to the best of my ability, and to use my process journal to document my personal inquiry.
  • To color code the pages of my process journal according to the concepts and lines of inquiry.
  • To document my personal questions about this unit, my prior knowledge, and all other information that may assist me during this unit.

I promise to do all of the above throughout this entire unit.

My Design thinking writing

Empathize

We wanted to make something for the people who live in subdivided houses. Subdivided housing is a very local problem in Hong Kong because of rising rents. Subdivided houses means separating a normal flat into incredibly small areas and renting each of these out individually. This is inconvenient and can cause severe problems for the resident of these tiny flats.

Define

One of the biggest problems for people in subdivided houses is cooking. This may sound strange, but when a apartment is divided into 3 or more tiny flats, not every flat has a kitchen. A camping stove may seem like the answer to this problem, if not for one thing. Camping stoves are often quite expensive, a good one costing 1,000 HKD and above. Many of the minimum wage families stuck in subdivide flats can’t afford such an expensive appliance. This leads to these families often eating takeaway food. This food is expensive and not always healthy, so my group wanted to find a cheap, easy and convenient way for families in subdivided housing to eat home cooked meals. Not only is this healthy, it’s cheaper too!

Ideate

What energy do we use for this? Very few people have a generator, a dam, a windmill, and team of highly skilled fossil fuel scientists. So what it the easiest to harness energy? We decided that solar energy was a good contestant, because it’s quite easy to harness, and around for everyone. At first we thought that solar energy could only be harnessed using expensive high-tech solar panels, but then we realised it wasn’t so. Using our prior knowledge, we realised that sunlight can be focused through the lens of a magnifying glass. With this knowledge, we then proceeded to try and make a safe and easy way to cook using the sun, a magnifying glass, and possibly other things.

Prototype

We made our prototype using the most simple materials, staying away from complicated matters such as wood or steel. Our initial design worked like this: There will be mirrors placed under the sun. The mirrors will reflect the sunlight, and direct it into a magnifying glass, which will intensify the heat and heat up the bowl of water. The water will then heat up the steel plate, which will heat up the food on the plate.

Test

At first the chocolate we used for testing wouldn’t melt, but nobody could figure out why. After a while, someone realised that the light of the magnifying glass wasn’t being directed towards the bowl of water, instead it was all directed on the cardboard stand. Another possible reason for this problem was that the magnifying glass was too high. Next time, it’s possible to make the magnifying glass lower, direct the angle better, and make a sturdier stand out of wood.

Memoir First Draft

This is the first draft of my memoir! After hard work and revising, the final draft appeared. Find it Here.

1st draft, A night to remember

I remember the first sleepover I ever had, when I was six years old. I went to my best friends house. It was a double sleepover, meaning I was staying for 2 nights and 3 days. I was so excited. The memory is still as clear as if it were yesterday. Let’s go back in time now, to that sun-warmed morning as I skipped up the driveway of my best friends house.

I was beyond thrilled. I had been invited for a double sleepover at my bestfriends house and my mom had said yes!!! I could see her house a mile away. Literally. Her house was a medium sized mansion surrounded by a formidable estate. It’s gray roofs faintly glowed with the reflections of the early morning sun, radiating warmth. The taxi was asked to stop and we all got out at the main gate. From there, we walked. Up the driveway and into gardens. Then I saw this huge golden retriever bounding at us. I stopped, warily eyeing the huge dog. It considered us for a moment, my mom and I, then loped off.  We turned a corner and I saw an elegant front door, complete with a shapely porch off one side. I walked up the steps and pressed the doorbell. Before I had the chance to press it a second time. The door was flung open, and Marian, my best friend, attacked me with a hug while her mom greeted my mom. She hurried me inside, and invited me to her room. It was a huge circular room with a princess type 4poster bed and lego lining the curved shelves. It looked astounding. I didn’t like the overstuffed/ too fluffy pink pillows though.

Next,she dragged me upstairs to an atrium area, with plenty of toys. We sat down and started chatting away.

An hour or two later, I decided to go get my bag from Marian’s room. She instructed me to walk through the spare room, go out in the hallway, and take the stairs down. I stepped out the door and immediately got lost. I was in a long corridor, with countless doors. None were labeled. It was overwhelming how large this house was.I almost laughed at myself for the thought. This was Marian’s home, not a hotel. It’s not like I label the rooms in my house. I tried a door and came into a bedroom, decorated simply, the walls white with brown furniture. I guessed that it was a guest room or spare bedroom. Was this the spare room? I guessed not, because Marian had instructed me to go through the spare room and this room had only a single way out. I tried another door. This one led to an art studio, just a few easels and paints scattered around. A few hand made paintings hung on the walls, and  I saw Marian’s light and curvy signature on some of them. I opened the last door, and this time I knew it was the right room.  It was piled with old stuff, like an attic, with little furniture. An impromptu path had been cleared, a wiggly little line to follow. I had to practically waded through those old things just to get the other side. In the other side, it opened directly into a little subchamber of old toys that once belonged to Marian or her siblings. There wasn’t even a door between the 2 rooms. This room was less cluttered, and more neatly arranged, like it had been recently used. Pushing aside a curtain, I i found myself in a strange corridor. A soft “Wow” escaped my lips. It was a short little corridor, with just 4 doors and a stairwell, but very peculiar. What made it strange was the fact that in the center there was a garden. Not a silly fake plastic plants garden, or a few pots of flowers, but a real, tree and grass and flowers and plants garden with a little pond of to one side. A few turtles swam in the pond, luxuriously sunbathing, this being made possible because of a large skylight. I stood in a stupor, mesmerized by this garden. I realised that I must’ve wandered into the east part of the house, because I remembered how Marian had told me it was built after the rest of the house and only 3 floors high, a garage taking up 90% of the first floor. A gruff voice snapped me out of my daze. “What’cha doin’ here, li’l girl?” a man’s voice snapped. I jumped, then tripped backwards. “This ain’t a playground y’know. An I’m pretty sure ya ain’t no family member o’ my boss.” I started backing away, muttering that I was here for a sleepover. Before could slip out, however, a new voice cried “Yuan Ding! What are you doing? That is our guest!” Marian’s older sister, Season, appeared behind me. “What’re ye talkin’ bout? I ain’t gonna ha’ no tourists gawkin’ inside o’ this house!” The old gardener was  very persistent in chasing me out. Season didn’t look to happy either, but she showed me the way to Marian’s room. After that little episode Marian decided not to let me wander around alone anymore, as I might stumble into the garage and get run over by a car. I didn’t know if she was joking or not. I decided she was serious. With my friend, you can never tell.

The rest of the sleepover ran smoothly, and we both enjoyed ourselves very much. The reason I have chosen to write this excerpt was because through this I realised that I am not a good listener. By getting distracted, I was swayed from my goal.

 

My memoir

This week we learned about memoirs (pronounced Mem-WHA in case you were wondering) and we were asked to write our own memoir. I chose to write about the day I had a sleepover with my friend in China. My memoir is below.

A night to remember

 I remember the first sleepover I ever had, when I was six years old. I went to my best friends house. It was a double sleepover, meaning I was staying for 2 nights and 3 days. I was so excited. The memory is still as clear as if it were yesterday. Let’s go back in time now, to that sun-warmed morning as I skipped up the driveway of my best friends house.

I was beyond thrilled. I had been invited for a double sleepover at my best friend’s house and my mom had said yes!!! I could see her house a mile away. Literally. Her house was a medium-sized mansion surrounded by a formidable estate. It’s gray roofs faintly glowed with the reflections of the early morning sun, radiating warmth. The taxi was asked to stop and we all got out at the main gate. From there, we walked. Up the driveway and into gardens. Then I saw this huge golden retriever bounding at us. I stopped, warily eyeing the huge dog. It considered us for a moment, my mom and I, then loped off.  We turned a corner and I saw an elegant front door, complete with a shapely porch off one side. I walked up the steps and pressed the doorbell. Before I had the chance to press it a second time, the door was flung open, and Marian, my best friend, attacked me with a hug while her mom greeted my mom. She hurried me inside, and invited me to her room. It was a huge circular room with a princess type 4poster bed and lego lining the curved shelves. It looked astounding. I didn’t like the overstuffed,  fluffy pink pillows though. Next, she dragged me upstairs to an atrium area, with plenty of toys. We sat down and started chatting away.

An hour or two later, I decided to go get my bag from Marian’s room. “Go through the corridor,” she said. “Then walk through the spare room, but don’t  walk into the small storage… this… third door… garden… Ding… I lost track of what she was saying, my mind wandering already.  I stepped out the door and immediately got lost. I was in a long corridor, with countless doors. None were labeled. It was overwhelming how large this house was.I almost laughed at myself for the thought. This was Marian’s home, not a hotel. It’s not like I label the rooms in my house. I tried a door and came into a bedroom, decorated simply, with white walls and light brown furniture. I guessed that it was a guest room or spare bedroom. Was this the spare room? I guessed not, because Marian had instructed me to go through the spare room and this room only had a single way out. I tried another door. This one led to an art studio, just a few easels and paints scattered around. A few handmade paintings were hung on the walls, and  I could see Marian’s light and curvy signature on some of them. I opened the last door, and this time I knew it was the right room.  It was piled with old stuff, like an attic, with little furniture. An impromptu path had been cleared, a wiggly little line to follow. I had to practically wade through those old things just to get the other side. There was a door on one side, but I ignored that. It probably wasn’t important anyways. In the other side, it opened directly into a little subchamber of old toys that once belonged to Marian or her siblings. There wasn’t even a door between the 2 rooms! This room was less cluttered, and more neatly arranged, like it had been recently used. Pushing aside a curtain, I found myself in a strange corridor. A soft “Wow” escaped my lips. It was a short little corridor, with just 4 doors and a stairwell, but very peculiar. What made it strange was the fact that in the center there was a garden. Not a silly fake plastic plants garden, or a few pots of flowers, but a real, tree and grass and flowers and plants garden with a little pond of to one side. A few turtles swam in the pond, luxuriously sunbathing, this being made possible because of a large skylight. I stood in a stupor, mesmerized by this garden. I realised that I must’ve wandered into the east part of the house, because I remembered how Marian had told me it was built after the rest of the house and only 3 floors high, a garage taking up 90% of the first floor. A gruff voice snapped me out of my daze. “What’cha doin’ here, li’l girl?” a man’s voice snapped. I jumped, then tripped backwards. “This ain’t a playground y’know. An I’m pretty sure ya ain’t no family member o’ my boss.” I started backing away, muttering that I was here for a sleepover. Before could slip out, however, a new voice cried “Yuan Ding! What are you doing? That is our guest!” Marian’s older sister, Season, appeared behind me. “What’re ye talkin’ bout? I ain’t gonna ha’ no tourists gawkin’ inside o’ this house!” The old gardener was very persistent in chasing me out. Season didn’t look too happy either, but she showed me the way to Marian’s room. After that little episode Marian decided not to let me wander around alone anymore, as I might stumble into the garage and get run over by a car. I didn’t know if she was joking or not. I decided she was serious. With my friend, you can never tell.

The rest of the sleepover ran smoothly, and we both enjoyed ourselves very much. The reason I have chosen to write this excerpt was because through this I realised that I am not a good listener. By getting distracted, I was swayed from my goal.

Robotics

Yesterday we had a robotics session, and our goal was to allow the robot to move along a black line while avoiding obstacles. The line follower code was giving to us, but we had to work out the avoiding obstacles code ourselves. At first, my robot stubbornly refused to do anything but move backwards at a slight angle. After a few tries, my robot began to move along the line, but the line follower code I developed didn’t work. The robot ignored the obstacle and barged straight through. What a bossy robot! My robot didn’t come with a name like all the others so people started calling it “Norman” because I had called it “No-Name”, which adapted into Norman. No-Name, No-Man, Nor-Man, Norman. I don’t like the name Norman, so I named it Lilli instead. On my own time, I think maybe I could look at the code and try to get Lilli to work.

Math reflection

Last week we finished our first unit, number patterns, and we were asked to reflect on the pre-assessment and post-assessment. In the pre-assessment, I didn’t understand the concept of <divisible by>. I panicked so much I promptly forgot how to do division. I spent too little time reading the instructions and skimmed across, missing questions and making silly, avoidable mistakes. I did not double check my work and made lots of mistakes. I did better for my post-assessment, but I still made some avoidable mistakes. I understood the concept of divisible better and got the Venn-diagram part correct. I didn’t change that much, but I definitely improved with finding pattern rules. I guess I just got more used to it. I think that got better at making patterns rules as well, because I understood the math vocabulary more.