Cameron

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 * monday 2nd april ||~ Title: Biography- Cameron Cowper ||
 * born year (2000) || Cameron Cowper is a eleven year old boy that lives on clarks beach road that has been in the news paper for catching a big fish as big as him! ||

for kayak fishing. We filled up our storage compartment on the back of our kayak of bait, knifes, and burly. We grabbed the rodes and headed off. We were ready to launch our kayaks straight out from Kaiaua (our favourite holiday place). We were on the water around 10am. Tayla(my sister) and my Mum went for a walk along the beautiful beach of Kaiaua while Dad and I took off on our hunt for dinner. About 40 minutes later, all we have have caught is two little Snapper and a little Kahawai, but right at that second I got a massive bite. The line was flying out like a speeding rocket. Dad, I got something..... And it's huge. My heart is pounding 100 times a second. But just then the line went slack. OH! I think i lost it. Just then my rode my rode nearly shouts out of my hands. I see a massive purple thing attached to the end of my line. It's tail is about 2 metres long, Dad yells out "It's a Threasher shark. Holey Guacamole! I yell as it leeps out of the crystal clear water. I hear the waves pounding at it plunges back into the water. I feel the adrenalone as it takes more line out and digs to the bottom of the sea. Ping! The line snaps right into two. Wow! That was a awesome adventure and I would be amazed if i could do it again! Thanks Dad! ||
 * 12-3-12 || =Wet'n'wild= ||
 * || Dad, Dad, I got a bite. Its taking out line. This is my first ever time going kayak fishing. Early that morning Dad and I predicted that it would be a awesome day

i plan on working with everyone on everything with a smile play with people that you wouldn't normaly play with get to know people that you dont know much about ||
 * 12-3-12 || camp goals ||
 * || try to acomplish every activity or if i cant try to atempt everthing


 * 19-3-12 || The best thing about camp 2012 ||
 * || Wow! Alex don't crash it, I still want a turn. The go carts to me was the best thing about camp Kauaeranga valley. The smell of the gravell stunk as it went up my nostrolls.Man that was close, I nearly spun out. I could taste the smell of petrol as it stunk out the cart. The hear the sound of the gravell being crushed by the tyres as they drift round the sharp corners. I see the bumps in the track as i speed towards them. I touch the burning hot motor as it bruns through my skin. Ow! That hurt! But i bet i would do it again because the burn was intense.[[image:2012wpsrm16/Cameron_James_Cowper_&_Alexander_Blake_Keenan's_Wordle.png width="800" height="524"]] ||

Speech reflection
1-6-12 In my speech i thought i did well on my eye contact and how i said it. I need to work on my conclusion because it wasn't long enough. I think i could change my conclusion because i needed to make it longer and round it off better. Great reflection Cameron, how would you round it off better? Your eye contact was great =media type="custom" key="20643943"Cameron's spelling sentences week 5= =media type="custom" key="20742632"//Cameron's spelling homework 5-9-12//= =media type="custom" key="20742836"//**Cameron's spelling homework 5-9-12**//= =media type="custom" key="20809316"//**spelling home work 13-9-12**//= =//**media type="custom" key="20809352"spelling homework 13-9-12**//= //**media type="custom" key="21572826"Spelling-week 7 homework 27-11-12**//
 * 13-8-12 || Carnivore ||
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 * 8-11-12 || Term 4 writing sample ||
 * || ===The large open space spooks me as it darkens with the night slowly drifting by. I am quite astonished with how quiet it is. I slowly drift off to sleep but with in seconds it's morning. I awake with the sound of birds chirpping and cars driving by as my hut is only on the side of the dangerous road. I get back to work, trying to repair the damage that was caused during the night. The wood is starting to crack from the terenchal rain that bucketed down. I feel the scissor like flax bush rubbing against my legs as I trudge through it. I pack up my sleeping bag and pillow and walk out from my special hidden tree hut, right in time to hear mum's voice echoing around me. It must be time for breakfas, I say to myself as I hurry back to the house.=== ||