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Saturday 20 July 2013

My Term 2 Holiday 2013 Report

Towards my holidays. My holidays started at 10 am on Friday(the last day of the term). I missed school on Friday(the last day of the term) so that I could travel from Auckland to Thames(down the line) to see my whanau. It all began when we got into the car. We travelled and when we finally got to Thames, I straight away ran upstairs to my Grandad a big hug. I then hugged my aunty and said hi to the others! My Mum then baked a pie(mince and cheese), so we had a big kai. We had scones, a big pie sprite, cookies and more. After that we cleaned Mum, Dad and Brother got ready to go back home! I kissed them goodbye and that’s all when it began. I ate chocolate, watched movies and had naps. During my holidays, I went to Thames and I spent time baby-sitting, going shopping and doing fun things with my Grandad! I had so much fun in my holidays, that I will do it again! You just wait!!!

 

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This is my holiday report! be sure to leave me some comments about this report for my next report!

Wednesday 10 July 2013

6 Hats End Of Term Reflection 2013

This is my end of term 6 hats reflection. I am looking forward to the holidays, but at the same time I will miss my netbook! Be sure to shoot at me a spear comment including FF and FB about my work so that next time I post a blog post, I will be able to look it up!

Netball Reflection -

This is my slide show about the time we had in Netball. Be sure to give me some comments including FF and FB for my next blog post!!!

Writing Features

- She is the sun, warming every cold aspect of my life, the heat of her existence lulls me to a place of comfort.
- He is a rough man, the build of a demi-god, destructive as an earthquake, willing to submit to nobody.
- The beach was a scorching furnace, under the sun, slowly cooking the people on it, as they tried (and failed) to get a tan.
- The sun supervised it all like a hot-headed principle leading a detention.
- The sand of the beach welcomed the gently rushing sea, which took the golden sand and the diamond-like rocks back to it's watery home.



THIS IS MY WRITING FEATURES I AM EXPECTED TO HAVE DURING MY WORK. BE SURE TO WHIZZ BY AND SHOOT US A COMMENT INCLUDING FF AND FB FOR MY NEXT BLOG POST!

Speech Mark Punctuation


Punctuate the following story correctly.



WALT use place punctuation correctly in a sentence.
WALT structure dialogue correctly by using speech marks and other punctuation that is appropriate for the purpose of the dialogue.

“What’s that?” Gasped Raj.
“What?” Asked Sara following his finger pointing.
“I can’t see anything!” Her eyes were not yet used to the darkness.  
“That look! There’s something moving by the greenhouse.” Hissed Raj. Something glided silently past the panes of glass which shone in the moonlight.  
“Yes! I can see it now.” Whispered Sara.”  
“It’s fox Raj.” Whispered Sarah.
“ No I don’t think so! It’s too tall. It’s more like a small person, perhaps a child.”  Raj looked towards the greenhouse.   He breathed.
 “There it is again! Did you see it Sara?” Sara could not believe her eyes.
“I saw it and I could see through it she said.”  Raj nodded his head
“A ghost!” They both whispered.
//    = new line
“ ” = speech marks
.     = full stop
,     = comma
?    = question mark
!  = exclamation mark


Inquiry Unit Reflection 2013

The past few weeks we’ve been developing our knowledge and we’ve been trying to find solutions to decrease the amount of money we spend on removing the rubbish we produce in our school. Constantly, daily, monthly, yearly, we always end up on the wrong pathway. We always hang out with the wrong crowd and then we end up doing bad things. This is just like littering. You just constantly keep doing it once you’ve done it once! Once you’ve done it once, you get used to it. Then it becomes a life routine. Luckily I have a solution. To decrease the amount of money we spend removing our rubbish at school. I thought about it and came up with reusing most of the recyclable items we throw out. Back home I always had to make something out of an egg carton, or a cardboard box. Now that I’ve moved to Auckland, it’s all changed. Like you buy plastic plates, throw them in the bin. Plastic cups, throw them in the bin and then we don’t realise the facts are true!  



The past few weeks we’ve been developing our knowledge about rubbish. For years, different groups of people have been lead into different parts of our school. Most of us litter and some of us don’t. This is a real big issue because it harms marine animals in the ocean AND it could also ruin our school reputation. In our lives sometimes we get bothered because of the mess they leave behind for others to pick up. Basically, we don’t care about anyone but ourselves. We can stop this by making others(including myself) take the time to walk over to a bin and taking the time to talk about it with a bunch of friends!

Basically the rubbish I produce will harm our future generations and constantly kills marine animals. Imagine you as a seal and you come up onto a rock with rubbish strangling you. If you could think more, would you?



THIS IS MY REFLECTION I COMPLETED FOR ABOUT HALF N HOUR. IT'S ABOUT THE INQUIRY UNIT WE STUDIED. BE SURE TO FLING BY AND LEAVE ME SOME POSITIVE COMMENTS INCLUDING FF AND FB ABOUT MY WORK FOR THE NEXT TIME I POST MY WORK!

Tuesday 9 July 2013

Shadows and Abuse...

It was the strangest thing I have ever seen...
The moonlight crept into the window, making shadows loom illuminating the dark corridors. The deafening silence created an eerie atmosphere, so much that it almost made me turn back. Even then, something made me carry on, an invisible force pushing me, persuading me...
... And then I saw it, the image is still engraved in my mind, on my eyelids when I close my eyes it’s always there. It was the most strangest thing I have ever seen in my life.
That was the day when it all ended.....
And when it all began. Whoosh! I felt a gush of wind run behind me. Swish! I felt it again but in front of me.
“Lalalalalalala!” I could hear someone crying and singing. It was a girl. A innocent girl who needed to be saved.


As I walked over to the door handle I heard a creak from the wooden floor behind me. I turned around as fast as I could and laid my back against the hard wooden door.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” I yelled. But as I yelled, it echoed repeatedly.
“STOP!” I shouted once again. But as I yelled it still echoed. I whispered but silence was upon me and I couldn’t figure out how to get out.
“If you want to get out, listen to me. Together we will make a good team and you can have anything you want in life. Just join mee!!” The image spoke.
“NO! NO! I want to go home!  Let me go! Please let me go!” I pleaded as long as I could. I knew that from that day and on I was going to be stuck in these corridors  with a thing I haven’t even met before! The deafening eerie sound of silence and the buzzing of lights powering off and on was so frightening that I got used to it!
“Are you ready to meet me?” It said.
“Of course I am! I need to meet you if you’re going to keep me in here for ages!” I replied.

There she stood. Out of the darkness and into the off and on light. She who was physically bullied. She who was abused with words and actions. She who was sick and tired of it. She who wanted revenge. She who wanted souls! She who had died and knew it was over. This was the end! This was the end! This is never the right choice!




This is another piece of my writing skills. I added different language features. I also selected and rejected. Which means adding and deleting. Be sure to pop on by to have a cup-a-tea and tell me your comments including FF and FB!

Audit Information Project:


This is Mavis, Salome, Renee and my Audit Clean and Green Report on our Audit Day! This event took part on the 21 of June 2013. It was on a Friday. If you fly past, make sure you just stop to add me a comment including FF and FB to make my next post even better!

She, She Who Was Stitched...

As the disgusting scent of darkness flew higher and higher, there she stood. She who was physically abused. She who was physically bullied. She who was Cyber Bullied. She who was treated like a pathetic slave. She who had enough. Her mothers pale face appeared in the centre of the road. She told her how she went through her threatening times of sorrow. She told her how she solved it and she told her what to do. But, her daughter’s sorrows were worse than ever. She didn’t know what to do and although she was told what to do, she didn’t know if it would work. About 2 minutes later, her mothers face disappeared as a gasp of wind and sorrow cried out to her.
“But, but, what do I do?” She yelled.
“Come back! I need you Mum! Come back!”
She then yelled,
“Follow the path, then you’ll come closer to meeee!” The wind whispered. She felt a pinch and a tickle from something behind her. As her pale face turned around, it turned bright pink. Who did she see? It was her father. Her long lost unseen father. Her disappeared father. Her vanished father.
“Darling? Is that you?” Her father asked with confusion.
“But, but, but. How could this be? I went to your funeral. I saw you get buried. NO! You’re just a shadow. I’m seeing things!” She added.
“No, no, no! It’s me! It’s really me! Did you miss me?” He questioned.
“Of course I did you idiot! After the funeral I had tears of sorrow coming down my cheeks. All that for nothing? I looked up to you! I hoped you would make it all the way. I hoped we would both cry together. I guess I thought wrong.” She answered.
“Well, I’m here now! I’m still here!” He mumbled.
All she felt like doing was falling dead to the ground and crying because although her father was back, he didn’t matter. All she cared about was getting this life out of her life. She hated the fact that she was a slave. Although she worked for the King and Queen of England, they treated her like nothing.



“Alazan!!! Come and clean my shoes!” The Queen’s horrible daughter yelled from the window. “And what are you doing outside with this ugly looking man? Get inside before I tell mother!” She demanded!
“You see what you’ve left me with. Look at my legs and arms! Look what you’re made them do to me. They abused me and they still do! This is your fault! Get away from me you freak! Look what you’ve done! I hate you!” She yelled angrily.
“Shh, sh, sh sh. Calm down now. See all you had to do was wait! I needed time apart from your mother!” He said!
Alazan’s father saw tears softly dripping from her eyelids. As she rubbed them, her cheeks felt so soft that she stopped crying and hugged him so hard that she forgot about it and remembered the times when she was at her mothers funeral.
“NO! NO! NO! You weren’t even there when she died. You were somewhere out there with some other person! You don’t care about me or anyone else. You only care about yourself! Goodbye!” she demanded as she stomped off back to the castle. But as her arms reached out for the door handle to the castle, she got a chill of 100’s & 1,000’s of goosebumps running up and down her back. As she opened the big, tall door, a large gasp of wind reached the top of the roof. Then it flew back down and puffed onto her. She sighed with relief. She didn't believe in ghosts. She wasn't scared of anything but her step mother. Her step mother beat her up and made her become a pathetic slave.

The next day after a terrible night of terror and fright, Alazan's father was knocking at the door. Mabel (Alazan's step sister) answered the door. "Who are you? What do you want?" Mabel questioned.
"I'm looking for Alazan! Alazan Damian!" Her father then replied.
"Why are you looking for her for? She's so lazy." Mabel spoke.
"I'm her father!" He answered with an attitude.
"Don't give me an attitude Mr nobody. You can't just show up at my house thinking you're her father because he died! He's dead!" Mabel then said.
"NO! I'm her father! No let me in! I must see her!" He yelled for once.
"Mother! Mother! Mother! There is a guy here claiming that he's that useless girl ALAZAN'S father! Help! He's attacking me! Mother ring the police now!" Mabel lied.
Her mother came running out with the telephone!
"Let go of my daughter at once or else the one button is pressed!"  All of a sudden, a few gusts of wind blew into the window. The phone dropped out of Mabel's mother's hand and it broke into pieces. The wind went up into the attic. They were speechless. How could this happen? Nickson(Alazan's father) thought. The pure force of the wind magically opened the locked door that had 17 locks on it.
"Come my daughter! Come with me and we shall save each other and your father!" The spirit unlocked. Alazan looked up, wiped her tears of sorrow and sniffed. She could smell the scent of her mother!
"Mother? Is that you? Could it be? Is it true?" Alazan questioned
"My darling angel, I shall scoop you up and together we shall save the world with our powers! First be should save your father." Her mother answered.
"YES! Let's go! I miss you and dad. I saw dad last night but I didn't believe in him! I truley believe in you because you're a hand of God!" Faith and her daughter flew off into the ground and down to her father! They grabbed him and flew up to the roof. They then stopped in the attic and chatted! "Where have they gone?" Cruella(the step mother) cried.
"Up there!" The sisters said. They heard sirens from quiet to louder and louder. Closing in coming closer and closer. Coming variously and repeatedly calling, crying, shouting. They knew it was over. they stood down!
"We can't just give up know! We can kill them! We can kill them all!!" Cruella(the step mother) cried.
"Mother! It's over!" Mabel cried back. A soldier kicked open the door! But before they could arrest anyone, the step daughters had already killed themselves. They had already gone. Cruella was arrested and then was further pledded guilty for the harm and child abuse. Although Alazan was no longer a child. She ened up married to a handsome young man who had a general job and loved his family with all his heart. She told her children this story and told them that it would be okay. That she would never do a thing to hurt them and she would always love them through up's and down's! They lived a long, loving happy life. But a hurtful sorrow like Alazan's was never to be forgotten!



THIS IS MY NARRATIVE I WROTE ABOUT A YOUNG 13 YEAR OLD GIRL WHO WAS HURT IN HER CHILDHOOD. WHO WAS TREATED LIKE A SLAVE. BUT WHEN THE CURTAINS WERE OPEN AND THE DOORS WERE WIDE OPEN, NONE OF THIS WAS POSSIBLE! MAKE SURE YOU SHOOT ME A COMMENT INCLUDING FF AND FB ABOUT MY WORK FOR THE NEXT PIECE OF WORK I BLOG!

P.S. STOP CHILD ABUSE! IT CAN HARM YOUNGER GENERATIONS AND IT KILLS LIVES!

Monday 8 July 2013

My Synonyms Presentation:






This is my Synonyms Presentation about words that mean the same as different words.
Synonyms: Is a word or phrase which has the same meaning but has a different word!

Thursday 4 July 2013

My Narrative/Argument About The Grand Canyon!

Walking towards it, nerves rushed through my heart. Feelings of death rooted me and trapped within me. As I pray to God with full hope and strength, I pray and pray and pray to walk across it  safely and to make my family proud. I feel so nervous. I have fear pacing through my blood, walking up and down me. My family has tried to do this for 7 generations and have ended their lives because of this. I know that that won’t come to me. I will end up sometime struggling, but I will make it across. I am up 1500 feet from the ground and I will not look down.

As I step up each step and make my way onto the rope and slowly began walking across, I feel I am not wearing the right clothing and I don’t have any protection. Walking on a tightrope that is  2 inches wide and holding a balancing stick that is very long is not easy. As I reach the centre of the tightrope, I then realise I have to battle a gust of wind. I am now feeling so scared, that I feel like turning around. With the blink of an eye I could scent the strong smell of rocks and dirt wafting up towards my nose. There is flashes going off in front of my eyes. People’s mouths moving.

I am three quarters of the way across the Grand Canyon. The sun bullets towards me and I cross my face with my hand. I feel as though there was a grenade running through me like a lighting bolt. I fear my family watching this. Another gust of wind hits me, so I kneel for protection. I then realise that now I have to stay focused because if I unfocus, I know what will happen. I would end up falling and looking like a squashed apple. The last steps I took as I ran felt daunting. Not only daunting it’s quite scary. You get this shock and tingle in your body. As my last few steps were not even going to be my last few steps, i shuffled quite a bit then I ran and ran until I reached the end.

I run the rest of the way across a 2 inch tight rope and made it. All that wind and all that highness is now over. I hug my family until I feel and could smell scent the of their bodies. I know that sounds weird, but that wasn’t the last time I got to see them. What a relief that all of that nervousness and afraidness was all worth it. Next time I do a thing like this, I will become a pro and I won’t even think about all the doubters that said I couldn’t do it! I will keep my head held high and I will do it, do it, do it! This was the longest 22 minutes of my entire life and I will make sure that I make it across the next one. I am planning to walk across another one. It’s going to be a surprise!




This is my argument/narrative I worked on for about half an hour or more. We had to do it about the Grand Canyon. This is it! As you go by make sure to leave me a shoot of comments including FF and FB!

Tuesday 2 July 2013

Caprice - Homework Term 2 Week 8 Ancestral Poem

My Ancestors and Me!
I am a Maori and Cook Island Queen,
A daughter who is desperate to save,
Who is desperate to succeed.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Who has nothing to hide
Who is gratefully proud of it!
I feel the power of my ancestors flowing through my veins healing me in times of sorrow
The strength of my ancestors is the roar held within a tame tiger
The aroha of my whanau strengthens me.
I stand strong with pride as my culture and my beliefs shape who I am today.


My Cook Island ancestors are forceful shields from Aitutaki,
At war with anyone who will try and take us away!
They are the wood that will never snap in half,
The cloth that will never rip.

My Maori ancestors are peaceful waves washing out any pollution
They are the book that will never close
The concrete that will never crack.
The stars that will never stop shining.
The karanga is called at the Marae to my long lost whanau
The waiata is sung strongly among passed down generations.
Their struggles will not be forgotten
They will always be with me.
By flesh, By blood, By bone.My Ancestors and Me!
I am a Maori and Cook Island Queen,
A daughter who is desperate to save,
Who is desperate to succeed.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Who has nothing to hide
Who is gratefully proud of it!


I feel the power of my ancestors flowing through my veins healing me in times of sorrow
The strength of my ancestors is the roar held within a tame tiger
The aroha of my whanau strengthens me.
I stand strong with pride as my culture and my beliefs shape who I am today.

My Cook Island ancestors are forceful shields from Aitutaki,
At war with anyone who will try and take us away!
They are the wood that will never snap in half,
The cloth that will never rip.

My Maori ancestors are peaceful waves washing out any pollution
They are the book that will never close
The concrete that will never crack.
The stars that will never stop shining.
The karanga is called at the Marae to my long lost whanau
The waiata is sung strongly among passed down generations.
Their struggles will not be forgotten
They will always be with me.
By flesh, By blood, By bone.



Grammarnastics Task Sheet Follow - Up

WALT use place punctuation correctly in a sentence.
WALT structure dialogue correctly by using speech marks and other punctuation that is appropriate for the purpose of the dialogue.


Punctuate the following story correctly.




“What’s that?” Gasped Raj.
“What?” Asked Sara following his finger pointing.
“I can’t see anything!” Her eyes were not yet used to the darkness.  
“That look! There’s something moving by the greenhouse.” Hissed Raj. Something glided silently past the panes of glass which shone in the moonlight.  
“Yes! I can see it now.” Whispered Sara.”  
“It’s fox Raj.” Whispered Sarah.
“ No I don’t think so! It’s too tall. It’s more like a small person, perhaps a child.”  Raj looked towards the greenhouse.   He breathed.
 “There it is again! Did you see it Sara?” Sara could not believe her eyes.
“I saw it and I could see through it she said.”  Raj nodded his head
“A ghost!” They both whispered.
//    = new line
“ ” = speech marks
.     = full stop
,     = comma
?    = question mark
!  = exclamation mark