World Moon Day

World Moon day is a celebration for the first NASA moon base.

The basic structures have been made but we plan to include all the next features.

Food Processor: turns moon dust into food,

Moon Rover: takes photos and samples of the moon and has vacuums to suck up moon dust,

Moon Rover Docking Bays: to house the moon rovers,

Transport shuttle: to Transport people from earth to the moon,

Transport shuttle docking bays: to house the Transport shuttles.

On earth we celebrate by eating “Space Sticks” and “Alien Food” as well as putting up pinnate and model space men. in some countries men and women dance with masks and costumes on but the best is when the USAF(US Air Force) goes over and lunchers fire works from their planes while going at mach 3.  

Coasteering

I jump into the icy water and think I feel icicles forming on my body; I can’t breathe.  I get out as fast as I can; the water is freezing! I submerge slowly this time, “Come On,” our instructor shouts, I shoot through the water like a bullet as I struggle to get to the other side. I jump out of the water and wait for the others to get on to the jagged rocks and then I walk cautiously to a smooth slab of rock and jump in again. I go the long way because I think it is going to be fun, I am wrong. A tidal wave of warmth washes over me and as I get out for the final time. I hear myself sigh with relief.

The Caribbean

I feel a subtropical breeze on my face, I look around and see a ship with black sails moored in a bay. A group of men with ripped clothes and sheaths strapped to their belts are digging in the soft golden sand. I look at my clothes, a puffy white shirt and leather jerkin, black pants and belt. I pull out the sword, it has a weird curved shape, Suddenly I realize where I am.

WHERE AM I?

Fiji, My Paradise

I see towering coconut trees

swaying in the subtropical

breeze. I hear seagulls

screaming in the distance as

they fly free into the

horizon. I smell salt wafting

in the air around me. I feel

the sea lazily lapping at my

toes. This is my special paradise where I can lie around all day.

Being A Communicator

Being A Communicator Is...

Talking to your friends at lunchtime.

Being A Communicator Is...

 Saying “Please wait for your teacher to let you go,” “Hello” to everyone you meet.

Being A Communicator Is...

 Writing letters to your camp helpers.

By Henry HS