Truncated Octahedron

Last week when in Mrs Shep’s home math groups we made truncated octahedrons. Its took us only one lessons to make a truncated octahedron. We had to make a net and then constructed a truncated octahedron. We also guessed how many square faces and how many hexagonal. Our truncated octahedron was very small so the shape was quite small and complicated to construct. People in our group were Emma, Rebecca, Callum, Lee and Lucas. Our maths group only made two truncated octahedrons because it was confusing for some of us.

 

Emma & Rebecca

In the city

In class we wrote narratives. We had about 2 weeks to write our narrative. We made stories about inanimate objects, they were a third person story but we could say “I” a couple of times.

It was very early in the morning, I could only guess it’s about 6am. Shop keepers came out and swept the leaves from their front step. A handful of people now scatter across the street, running into shops they would never go to seek only shelter. The smell of my damp paper fills the air, blocking out the smell of fresh coffee and roses, but I can still taste the sweetness in the air.

The rain has stopped and the streets are full, it looks like someone is moving cows…. millions of cows. A few people stop and look at me ripping bits of me off and walking away. A little girl wearing a great big fluffy pink jacket and holding a cute little teddy came up and grabbed hold of the last bit of paper.  All of a sudden the ground shook like mad, throwing people in every direction. The girl gripped on to me until suddenly a third of me ripped off and landed two metres away from my pole.

Next thing I knew people were screaming and taking shelter, it was like someone had taken a dummy from a baby. It smelt of rubble and smoke and something else, maybe tears or fear? I look over to my favourite building which is mint green with brown columns, it’s a small coffee shop packed with tasty treats. Now it’s just grey rubble about three metres high and people are rummaging through it to find any survivors that they can.

Then all of a sudden another wave hits, the ground rumbled as buildings fell to the floor. It felt as if I was in a horror scene and everyone around me was just another target. I could just about taste the despair through the air. Buildings crumbling and the sound of the rubble being moved, bang crash the sounds coming from every direction. Fear comes upon every child’s face wait no everyone’s face. Before the third wave hit I realized what’s happening, it’s an earthquake. This must be the scariest moment in my life.

People were crying, saving loved ones and mourning the dead. I would’ve loved to help but what could I do? I have no arms. I only a advertising poster.