Grade 8 - Project Pages

It appears that the boys highschool is far more ambitious than the girls highschool in our area.  We have literally had projects coming out of our ears this term.  We can finally see the light with the last projects being due in on Monday......afterwhich we start with the class tests which run up to the end of term.  Whew the holidays will be very welcome, that's for sure.

To help other parents and students who find themselves in the same boat, I have made it a project of my own to document what we have done when I can.  Hopefully my boys' experiences will give you some ideas or at least a bit of direction when you feel snowed under!

Connor's Ghost Guide

Max's Ghost Guide

Grade 8 English Assignment - Ghost Guide

For English, the boys have to make a Ghost Guide using a poem they were given as inspiration.  What is a Ghost Guide, you may ask?  It is basically a fictional account of the rules and regulations you would impart on a newly deceased person to assist them in the afterlife should their spirit remain earthbound. 

Due to Connor's teacher's over achieving personality, his guide had to be far more comprehensive than Max's.  I shall post a few pictures to inspire you, should you ever have to create such a thing......

Tech food project number two

Another sparrows fart start this morning. I hauled my tired bum from bed at 5am and stumbled into Max's room to shake him awake. Leaving him grumbling up a storm and cursing his Tech teacher, I went through to the kitchen to pop on the oven. 

 

Today we prepared a tuna, spring onion and corn stuffed baked potato with a melted cheese crust. To end the meal, we whipped up a yoghurt dessert with apple and berry compote. All very Junior Masterchef ! Max had practiced his table setting yesterday, thankfully. 

 

The cat determined to oversee the proceedings, and possibly score a tidbit of tuna or two, made sure to lie stretched out across our path. By 6am the kitchen was a buzz of noisy activity as breakfasts were being plated and lunchboxes filled, all complimented by excited chatter. Welcome to the circus! 

 

Sheesh what a hectic start to Thursday! Rather looking forward to the return of normality tomorrow.

Junior Master Chef or something like it...

Connor and I rose wearily from the downy folds of our duvets at 5.30am this morning. Our pillowlined faces automatically scrinched into a bunch at the rude intrusion of light, as I flicked the switch for the kitchen.

We set about gathering groceries, crockery and pots and pans, preparing for the great corn fritter bake-off to fulfil the requirements of the latest and greatest Tech assignment. 

Connor studiously followed the fairly simple recipie mixing up ingriedients for the batter, while I fried off some bacon bits and threw some frozen corn into the microwave. 

With Connor carefully manning the fritters gently sizzling in the frying pan, I cleared the surfaces to prepare for the accompliament to the meal - one banana and apple smoothie. 

While the fritters cooled on a wire rack, Connor began work on his breakfast drink. My BAMIX made short work of the task and in two shakes of a leg, he was pouring the finished product into a carrying flask. 

Max surprised us with an unsually early appearance in the kitchen due to delicious smells waffting into his bedroom, and John arrived home from work. All just in time for a hearty cooked breakfast, which according to the food pyramid is one especially suited to the needs of an active teenage boy!

Over Achiever

ADD boy is starting to work my itchy trigger finger! 

We get a letter about the grade 8 campout at the end of term along with an indemnity form. The compulsory event also costs R100, which must be handed in before 15th March. As is par for the course, the letter is given to me around dinner time. 

Connor asks that I please do it tonight as his O C D teacher wants it returned tomorrow, no excuses! Failure to comply means punishment. 

Considering I had about R10 in my purse, having not anticipated the sudden request, this proves a fairly challenging dilemma. Luckily Connor had some birthday money still lurking in his wallet! 

Having satisfactorily complied with the demands of the annoying educator, I laid eyes on my piggy bank that holds a wealth of wallet clogging shrapnel. If it wasn't for my sons integrity, I may be considerably tempted to send the required amount in 5 cent pieces, along with a note "How'd you like them apples?".