Why Do Planes Crash?

For writing we were allowed to write our own piece of descriptive writing. I decided to write about why planes crash because I was interested in finding them on google earth. Below is my piece of writing after a title of why planes crash. I found trying to describe plane crashes tricky.

                                                                Why Planes Crash

Do you know why planes crash? in this piece of writing I will tell you why planes crash and why they go missing. Planes crash because they could run out of fuel or someone could slam the throttle and damage the engine and it will stop. when a plane runs out of fuel it is because the fuel pumps could jam.

There is a plane crash ten miles off the coast of normans cay called "Pablo Escobar's sunken plane". When it was discovered one day after the crash they found illegal packages packed inside, now it is a popular diving spot for experienced divers. planes usually crash in water because airports are made on the edge of the city by the beach. When you are at Gisborne airport if you look past the runway you will see a cliff which is the cliff near the beach.

 Sometimes planes crash and are never found, like malaysia airlines boeing 777 flight MH370. You can find plane crashes on google earth or on google maps. Did you know that an airbus can fly with one engine, that is why they don't crash that often. planes go missing because the pilots get stuck in storms or the air traffic control lose contact.

 Now you know why planes crash so you can look for them or go to known plane crashes like Pablo Escobar's plane when you are older.

My cosy bedroom.

For writing we did a descriptive piece of writing about our bed room. I added a few descriptive words and have changed a bit of the original story. Down below there is my whole piece of writing. I found putting in descriptive words and fitting them in the right place tricky.

     

My Cosy Bedroom

My room is fresh, warm, cosy and small. When I lie down in bed my led lights shimmer in the dark. I can feel my grey blanket softly touching me.

My big white bed is in the left far corner and my dresser is on the other side. The taste of cat fur fills my mouth. It's sometimes messy but in school weeks it's really clean.  There are random things under my bed and there is cat fur everywhere.

The feeling of warmth fills me and I feel safe. I can hear quiet purrs from my cat sleeping under my bed.

It smells like dirty cat fur from my cat shredding truck loads of fur.

I think my bedroom is the smallest out of all the bedrooms in the house.

kapa haka

 Today we were learning about nouns, verbs and adjectives. This is my poem

Goodbye Hello

Nau mai, haere mai

Nau mai, haere mai!

Welcome to my blog for learning.

I look forward to sharing my learning with my school,

my whānau and friends everywhere.