Jackson's Southwell Blog

Today in class our teacher Miss Hazlett is setting up a thing called Banqer this is a platform that you can buy stuff like the right to listen to music for 20 mins and other stuff like that more on that when I find out more about it!

If I was the Principal at Southwell for a day I would make a rule that: If you are year 7 - 8 then with permission you are allowed to go out of school grounds IF: you had a phone to contact you. I also think that you should be able to use your phones during breaks and interchanges. I could look like this though:  P.P.S -LOL

Can These Plastic-Eating Wax Worms Help Reduce Our Trash? We have a case in our hands... PLASTIC, this is a majour problem but we might have a maggot like thing that eats plastic CLICK HERE!

In science, we are burning chips!!?!?! The fun of the world! what we are doing is we are burning chips to see how hot we can get the water to see how hot it gets. once we have seen how hot it is we can get it to see how much energy the chops produce inside our bodies. it was very interesting just imagine chips BURNING inside you well that's pretty much whats happening! (I wounder why we don't get burnt?) ~Sorry no pics for you this time as I didn't have my camera~

“Woosh! BANG! Pew pew pew pew BOOM!” bombs and weapons scream, all around me as I doge everything coming my way through the mist. All I can see is a mixture of gasses, blood and pain. screams ring out in the near villages as the world war has begun. Gun shots fire all around me as I shoot freely into the wilderness hoping to shoot someone or at least something other than trees or earth. Shoots fire all night long. So as you'd expect I got no sleep. Every now and again I would pick up my gun and shoot freely into the darkness. I met some new friends on the horrific trip over here their names are Johnny and Michael, his other mate. “Hey Jackson! How are you?” “ohhh Hello Johnny I'm good thanks how are you?” “Good thanks. What have you been doing?” He asks questionably. “Just been shooting around and throwing a couple of grenades yeah you?.” “oh just the same as you really. Pretty boring aye?” “yep”. “ATTACK!” “WOW! GET YOUR GUN!” “BANG BANG Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew BANG!...

This is my Tinkercad I just created. It says Lincoln star with a star and The lincoln Crystell (wich I made up)

“See-ya Mama!” “WAIT YOUR FORGOT YOU LUNCH! Ugggh my boy” ’’No worries mama!’’ As I skid around the courner. Urrch! I sprint to school as fast as I can hear the sound of the air whipping my face as a dog barks behind me I speed up and leaping over a table and race along the hits its head and stops while I continue my quest to get to school and not being late. “Not Gonna Be Late… Not Gonna Be Late... Not Gonna Be Late… Not Gonna Be Late…” I chant as I. I race past the PE tescher just bearly leaving any space between us. Pages go flying everywhere but still I am almost late for school. I chuck my bag on my desk bearly missing the table whip out my pen and paper and start working. The day goes past quickly. I wake up with a rrrringggg! The lunch bell at last! “Huh?” “oh no. Lunch” I say Sadly as I walk out the door my stoumach grumbles as I see kids throwing up there luch and gobbling it up before anyone else gets it. I stumble past t5he P.E. Teacher and smell the delicous sm...