Damn Berry!

Damn Berry!

Our film is about a healthy drink called Damn Berry. This movie was filmed and created by myself and a group of girls in Room 11. It is based on a product that we call "Damn Berry". From the help of the product it helped this young girl become more energized and motivated during her netball game. 

Watch and enjoy our film.

#Sugaraz

For inquiry, Miss Tupou put us into groups, to do a sugar experiment.So I got put with Raymon and Mondray. Our job as a group was to predict how many sugar we thought that was in all different kind of drinks. Like Fanta, Powerade, Just juice, Coke and more.  We got given a plastic bowl along with sugar in it, spoons and plastic zip lock bags. To predict how many sugar we thought that were in the drinks, we had to use the spoon, dip it into the sugar and into the bag. One person had to write down how many spoons we added, and how much grams it was.

It took us a while to do the sugar experiment
because we ended up having some fun with
it! It was cool working with the people that
I don't normally hang out with and talk to. And it
was a fun experiment!

Narrative!

Every time I hear a noise, something unusual happens

Sweat of fear dripping down from my forehead and down to my lips. The horrifying noises that keep repeating in my head was giving me a migraine. “What’s that?” I asked my mum. She came walking swiftly to where I was and said “what do you mean?”. I then replied with “that noise, the one that keeps repeating over and over again, I can’t be the only one”. She stopped instantly and started to burst out with a laugh. She then said “your funny”. My heart stopped at that moment, and my mind was as empty as my thoughts. I started to think. Am I over exaggerating or is all of this true?

Walking down the empty and quiet corridors at school, my head was in pain as well as my ears. All I could hear was the sound of old church bells ringing and the sounds of people screaming. Every time I thought about the noise, the more it became louder and it kept on coming back. I desperately wanted it to stop! It was like I wanted to blow my head off every time I heard it. The teacher kept talking but all I seemed to do was stare out into the distance thinking about the noises. I started to hang out alone, and I kept thinking I was a maniac.

My friends that I use to hang out with came up to me and asked “Are you okay?” but instead I ignored them and sat there looking out the window with my hoodie over my head. “Can you hear that?” I asked. Their faces were clueless and they replied with “hear what?”. I looked at them and said “the noises, like the noise of a church bell ringing and the sounds of people screaming?”. They looked at me with a glimpse and they almost looked frightened, so they walked off quickly without a word.

Looking down at the concrete floor, as I was walking home the noises then stopped. They started getting quieter and quieter every time my feet touched the ground. I started to pull a smile as I ran quickly back home. My pale brown hands reached over to the door knob while I zoomed through the doors. I walked into the kitchen and all I heard was “on today’s news an innocent young girl, hanged herself on a church bell, her whole family was tragic after her loss and as you can see people are out here screaming and crying”. I walked slowly into the living room and turned off the TV. I then fell to the ground and the silence then hit my mind. Not a gust of wind was heard, and my heart then broke into pieces. I was afraid of myself and every time I heard different noises something unusual always happened.

I began to take medicines to help get rid of the noises and to rebuild myself. It took me a while to get rid of the noises, but it was worth the wait. Some people were afraid of me but they gained my trust back. I stopped thinking about the noises and I finally heard the noises of birds chirping and the breeze flowing past me.

The woods

Green and dark moss, flowing everywhere on the soft brown dirt. Skinny old trees growing its roots underneath the earth, making its tallest branches reach the sky. A patch of sunlight beaming through the trees and ground, making mother nature to continue to grow. Bugs and insects, roaming around finding its small little prey in between the dirt. High pitched voices of birds singing, making everything in the woods to rise.

The lord is Almighty

The lord is Almighty

He is powerful

He is great, his creation made all the trees

and grass so we can all go play

He is the greatest man alive

He sacrificed his life for us

He thought about the animals and us which is why

he took the risk to go die on the cross

He showed us what love really means

So we should be grateful for what he has done

He helped us through all of our hard and rough times

So that we can go have fun

He is always in our hearts

He answers us when we call him

He’ll always be there to listen to us

Whenever we have a problem

He sends us his blessings from above

Whenever he notices that we’re giving up

He helps us to strive to succeed

So that we can stand strong ourselves

Play based Learning.

Play based learning 

In class, our beloved teacher Miss Tupou told us that we get to do play based learning for one whole block! At first we were confused on what that is, we were looking at each other with confusion. Until she told us that play based learning means that we get to do whatever we want for one whole block, but without no technology and we had to use the stuff that she gave us and we had to stay inside. In the middle block, on Thursday may 24th, we did play based learning. It was super fun, we played with items that we usually don't play with, like blocks, costumes and bunch of other stuff. 

My thoughts on the new edition that they added which is Play based learning. Its really fun for me, but not just me but for everyone else as well. Its good seeing people laugh and smiling followed by having a good time. Something that was enjoyable to me, was just having a good time with my fellow class mates. Laughter everywhere, it was really fun and good for us. I think what I'd like to do during play based learning, is to have the opportunity to like decorate the classroom more. You know. just to spice it up a little, but not just me like the whole class too. But I don't know, its just a little opinion of mine. 

The purpose of doing Play based learning in class, is to let the teachers know, what we can do with the items they give us to play with and how we use them in our point of view. It also gives us a opportunity let the kids, have fun and be free inside class. Even though its hard for the teachers to watch us make a mess! Hopefully next week, we get given more opportunities to play with. Something that we could do better is to actually put the items back where we found out, and to clean up our mess after we're finished with it. So that if someone else wants to play with it, they don't need to run around the classroom looking for it. 

We were learning how to play with items, that we usually don't play with, and without technology. It was hard for us, to play with the items as it seemed boring to play with. But it gets turned into something fun if we use our imagination. And that's what I think of Play based learning!

Height Measurements!

 For the past week, we have been learning about measurements. As a group we decided to do height measurements, so our task was to measure the whole classrooms heights and this is what we came up with.

On the left this is the whole of the year 8 girls heights.

On the right this is all of the year 7 girls heights

On the left this is all of the year 8 boys heights

Sadly we forgot to measure Davids and Luckys heights but this is some of the year 7 boys heights.
Below this piece of writing, I got to identify what their height was.

David: 146cm

Lucky: 149cm

Belts on, phones off, make it a habit!

For the past week, we have been learning about road safety to keep ourselves safe. We got given a task to do in class, and that was to make a google drawing about road safety making sure that the word "Belts on, phones off, make it a habit" is in it. Spread the word, to help keep our community safe!

Dawn Reids

The Dawn Raid

The dawn raid first started in 1970 and ended in the early 1980s, where the palangi people, and white cops came and raided the Polynesians homes to deport them back to the islands. The people that were involved in this tragic moment, were the white people, cops, the Pacific islanders, Maoris and strangers. The white people informed the Polynesian people to come and work for them, so they took that opportunity to work, to send money for their family to provide for them. But the thing was, they were only allowed to stay in New Zealand for 3 months. So they decided to overstay their visit, and the white people didn't like it so they drove over to where they were staying and tried sending them back to the islands, which was horrific. The palangis were racist towards us, because they thought they were like the kings & queens of all of us, they were racist towards our skin color and our appearance which made them treat us differently. The white people today, would probably feel ashamed of what their people did to us. Embarrassed, because they don't get given the treatment they want, because of what happened in the past. Depressed, because they probably think that whenever we see someone like them, we think of them differently. 

Anzac

Dear Mum and Dad,

First day on our journey, and theirs already explosions. People jumping off the boats and drowning due to all the heavy stuff their carrying.  Honestly, it's like a never ending nightmare. It haunts all of us.

Some people are too young to be here, there's endless tears running down from their eyes. Frustration and confusion filled in everyone's head, their eyes are searching up and down, side to side, wondering where the bullets are coming from. But here I am,  just sitting in the trenches surrounded by millions of dead bodies, knowing that we have to leave their bodies to rot in the dirt.

Someone was right next to me, talking about his little girl that he had to leave at home. He said he promised her that he was gonna come back, but turns out he had to let that promise go. Right in front of my very eyes, I watched him die and watched his blood scatter everywhere and then it reached my hands, they were shaking with fright and gulitness. And I sat right next to him, until he took his last breath and all I could hear him say was “I just wanted to go back home”.

All I could think about was that man, I didn’t even know his name. Until I heard heaps of men yelling at  me telling me to hurry up, and go with them to safety. My mind was miserable, I was speechless and as still as a statue. I couldn’t move my body nor my mouth.  The guilt that everyone had was unspeakable, we had no choice but to leave behind our teams dead bodies.

Anzac day research

For the past 2 weeks we have been learning about Anzac, and we've been doing some more research about it. Above this writing, this is what I found out about Anzac, and their info about it. 

Filling peoples buckets!

Today in class, we were learning about filling up peoples buckets and got told a story about it. Everyone has their own buckets, including me and it represents all the good thoughts, good memories and it holds all of it together! Whenever your having a good time, and someone makes you laugh, your bucket is slowly getting filled up with love, respect, and most importantly, Respect! Its kind of similar to your emotions. What I learnt from this is that, its important to fill up other peoples buckets, because it'll fill up yours too! Instead of dipping into them, because whenever we dip into their bucket, we're taking all of their good thoughts and good feelings, and throwing them away like trash. How many buckets can you fill up ?

The never ending tunnel.

Slowly and gently, my eyes started to peek open, my vision was blurry and all I could see was bright green and hazel brown. My vision started getting clearer and as it went clearer, I started to see the sunlight beaming through the walls and shining into my eyes. At a slow pace I started to get up and gazed up upon a grassy long tunnel. I started to walk, while my hands were in between the roots and grass throughout the whole way. I thought I reached the end, but it kept going and going, and my assumptions thought I was stuck here forever.

Circle of Flames!

I strolled around the hallway, and into the kitchen. And then there it was, that nice strawberry smell from a little candle. The little flames were going up in the air, making the house smell like strawberries. I gripped onto the candle and stared at it for a while, then left it peacefully on the table, my hand shook the table as I was leaving, and the candle started wriggling around like a bowl, but I walked out. That little candle, fell on its side, making the fire go onto the table and slowly burning it. It went onto the edge of the table, and started going around like a circle, causing the house to get all smokey and blazing hot. The fire made its way down to the rusty wooden floor, then slowly making its way up to the chairs and against the white pale walls. I came back in, and I couldn’t see anything, I coughed and coughed, trying to see where the fire was, but all I could see was black and grey smoke and more smoke. I opened the door leading to the kitchen, and saw flames up in the air. Burning everything in its way, I could’ve made a different choice, and should’ve left the candle where it was placed before, and maybe, the house wouldn’t be in a state like this..

Castle Midnight.

Misty dark sky, fog surrounding all areas, and all I see is a silhouette of a dark castle. A patch of light was in one spot of the sky, as if it was the way to heaven. The water splashing against each other, and as for me, I was placed in a car. Like those 1900s car, with those big wooden wheels, along with those horses pulling the carriage. But this time it wasn’t just a horse, it was more like those magpies, but all black and scary. With super long claws that could sink their sharp claws into your skin. But it was 10 times bigger than an actual horse, and all I saw was that mysterious big bird leading our carriage to that castle. Then I started seeing things disappear, like the castle was fading away into pieces, the water was sinking away, and then I was placed in my bedroom. But everything seemed so real, was it my imagination or did it actually happen ?

Choices.

3 choices that I've made throughout life, and what I get to choose and daily to day basis. But this is only 3 of the choices I've made, theirs plenty more though! What are 3 choices you've made throughout your whole life.

What makes a good leader ?

In class we've been learning about what makes a good leader, and what does it mean to us. I decided to pick Martin Luther King as a leader, because he left his mark, and above this it explains why I chose him as a good leader. And how he is a good leader!

Summer poem!

 Have you ever smelt summer ?

Sure you have!

Remember that time..

When you were trying to go to sleep at night, but it was too hot so your body had the urge to roll
around a lot, keeping you frustrated

That was Summer..

Remember that time..

When you just finished your shower, and later on your body smells like B.O because your body,
couldn’t take the heat

That was Summer..

Remember that time..

When you went to go look in the freezer to see if there was any ice cream to cool your body down,
but you were left with just the ice cream box with nothing in it

That was Summer..

By Paige