Saturday, August 30, 2014

Brown Brother Speech- Reflection

Reflection about Brown-Brother..

His Speech is based on our Stereotype. He says that colour shouldn't stop us.
He speaks about our Demographic which are Jobs that are unqualified, working on the bottom floors. Teenagers- Drop out- Stereotype being great the arts but hating educational subjects/stuff that could possibly be used in the future. He says, if (we're) I'm lucky I'll have a career in Rugby not to reveal education floors. Then he mention teen pregnancy, which can destroy your future and your child's future.
What he says is truthful, we P.I people are lacking confidence in ourselves, we are wasting valuable time adding to the ground of statics. Blaming everyone but ourselves. And using the glowing words as defensive in a argument saying "You’re A racist"

He questions us, why are we always putting our people to shame. Being the intelligent Polynesia. Will he ever change. Seen or its thought of intelligent, our fights about everything.

We are all the same. We do not belong in the bottom in the food chain. We are cable, keeping our Christian faith. Not being afraid of reaching our goals, making a change of mindset..

Friday, August 29, 2014

Expressive Writing- Week 6

Friday 29th August 2014
Those Awkward Moments:
*Make sure it makes sense.
*To use specific words consistently.  
*To use Capital letters and full stops consisting

Those Awkward Moments?
Where do I start?, OH, Retreat!! That was the most tragic time of my life..
As careless or reckless I can be, I actually got lost in that building. Creepy floors, heavy staries, thick and noisy carpet, lastly old men who pray all day. Ew. Just, Ew.. Don’t Get me started on the leaking-horror looking bathrooms!!

I remember well, that I was the odd one out while my class disappeared or left me behind.. Unaware of their presence made it more difficult or hard to understand.
My class has left me behind empty handed and left with my instincts to follow their path... And I found them, in the middle of prayer..

Once I hit the bottom floor, I saw a big room or a chapel. But the doors were close.  
I could hear mumbling, and whispering and voices through the cracks of the door.
The door was huge and thick, I would have to push my way through... I wasn't sure if there was anyone there. So what happen was, I occidentally put a little too much pressure on the door, opening the door uncarefully and purposely opening the door, to my discovery... I interrupted big time.. Eyes and gasping took its path....

Students giggling and theres my teacher, folding her arms with a tight grip, pointing to the sit next to her..

Lastly theres was this, amazing family reunion at Saint Pius. The whole crew was there... In the middle of my uncle speech, I pretended to act in my reckless ways.. So as he started to speak, I leaned on the fragile table that collapse..
Silence... So broke into laughter, after blurting out-”Sorry?” vaguely... and with pride..

The End

Our Sacrament-Baptism with Jane!!
My Friend-Jane and I have chosen baptism as our Sacrament to display on a flyer and to adverts it. 
We thought baptism is very important since its the first step in the "Catholic Church" so Yeahhhh.. 

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Topic Padlet- Speech

I've chose my topic. Which is the Disadvantages about Social Media!
The reason why I chose it because I felt that it was important. We practically live in social media channels. It has affected us, and we've lost our touch in nature. It is time consuming and dangerous at times. But like always, there was foundation that started it. 

Friday, August 22, 2014

Reflection- Achievement

Friday 22th August 2014
2 Areas I’ve Achieve

1. Writing-
Done really well in writing. Because I manage to find a subject, for my speech.
And studied by vocabulary

2. Reading

I am proud of myself for reading every word correctly. For mass :)

Best Expressive Writing- Week 5

Goals:- *To use variety of sentences to create effect in my writing
*To add more details in my writing by using descriptive words, simile and metaphor.
Underline is Adjectives/Describing words
A little girl, around the age of eight. Knew too much for her age. Her eyes were dark, that mingled with a brown halo that circled both eyes, and thick, eyelashes, beautifully curved on the edge of her big round eyes. Her face structure, was posed in a straight long position. High-cheek bones, with a chipmunks cheeks when she flash a smile.  And juicy, curvy lips like a average girl. That were fairly pink. And their was a scar, mysteriously place beneath her bottom lip.     

Making their arrival to level six, as her older brother, 3 years apart dragged her along the way, while her eldest cousin of her generation lead the way. Was exhausting, she didn't take orders. She was fairly a independent girl

Her cousin was happily married with one child who was spoil rotten and she was healthy as an ox. She knew where they were going, but didn't want to admit. 
The marble floor were polished and shiny, and the walls were replace with new paint. The colour of pure white. Walking past the, glass bridge. She swallowed hard, not even blinking. Once. 

"No" Looking at the door, label in her fathers name. She glanced at her brother, his hands were sweaty and warm.  He gripped tighter, but it wasn't the time to complain

She finally pushed her way through, breaking the awkward silence. She gasped, in pain.  As she met her fathers eyes. Two of her older siblings, male and female. Both shared this concern look, their eyes were tired and puffy. The oldest, her brother. Seem to be lost in his own world and for her sister, she quietly bowed her head. Staring at her shoes. 

Her sleek brown hair, was close enough to be black. It sweep over one eye, modelling a depressed young girl. 

Then she turned away, facing to her father. "Daddy" she whispered softly. 
No one did or hesitate or move, nothing.  

She wondered, what it was like, to spend your last dying mintures on earth. Too slowly vanish. In seconds he would be gone, no longer existing. Just another empty soul. Gone. 

She placed her head, on his dying chest, remaining calm. She didn't want to hurt him, by crying and weeping. But left part of her, with him. Leaving a single tear drop.

Everyone surround her, were filled with sympathy and pity. He fought hard, but not hard enough.  

He was speechless, not even able to say her last dying words. But his dying wish were to see what his children would become. But she didn't even know, but picked up the first thing in her head. "Lawyer" but her passion was with drawing and writing. 

Suddenly, his eyes tighten. She grip on his arm, and he let go.

His eyes closed.  Then everything changed. She was carried out, crying aggressively, at the same time, abandoning the sight of her father. Sobbingstuttering "Why? why?" 
Before she left, she saw him again. His body was frozen, stuck in time. Growth stopped, everything stopped. Cancer has won, and grown in him. Like a seed that has grown and exploded and pieces of that seed, stuck and planted a poisoning on his body. Spreading like a contagious virus. 

She bowed her head, as the flood of tears, dripping like rain-drops, falling down on the floor as if the floor was our world. She was angry at everyone, depressed like if she fell in a dark hole, with no sunshine, no rainbows or so. She felt Gloomy and strange, feeling scared as anxiety was drowning her away. And she, was gone.
Emotions won, a new scar to never be remove. But a new pain to bear

"How can I even love him? He's dead, DADDY'S DEAD!  Why does it, have to happen to me."   There was no pretending any more, she already identified what's authentic and fake, whats real or not. Lied too, again. Like how politics do, to convincing people to join them.
But instead, it was her family. Nothing is okay, nothing is alright. She forgotten  the good days and now remember the bad days. 

The most painful thing to do is put a smile on, when nothing is okay. 
A broken smile or a broken heart. 
You chose. 

Author Note:
Story is based on my life as a little girl, my prospected of seeing things. I have finally come to an understanding of the loss of someone. This is what I felt like as an eight years old, knowing that I knew too much. At the time, I guarantee that I knew more than any nine or 10 and 11 years olds at that time. I swear. I didn't believe in Santa, the Easter bunny or even the tooth fairy.  Their were made up, my childhood was robbed from me, by pain and knowledge. I  usually laugh at things that had actual humor rather then laughing constantly at anything like a 8 years old, when I was 8 I acted like a 10 years-old well-behave girl. And I felt for teachers who were pulling their hair out because of pupils in my class/year who will talk or laugh purposely to frustrate the teacher. And worried about my mother, knowing she had to pay for the bills and the rent, food and extra things because of my school and taxes. 
 But I still intend to act in childish ways, until.. I reach the age of maturity. 

I may be a twelwefy, but I know my... STUFF....

P.S: I hope you enjoyed!  

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Reflection about Today

Today, is Saint Pius X Feast Day. Who is the patron saint our school is name after and church. I was so nervous.  Because I had to stand up, and do the first reading. I took my mothers advise. Which was, to breath in and to breath out. I did that. 

Then, when it was my turn, I nailed it. No joke! I spoke with full-power. And each word that came out of my mouth, was done beautifully. The reason why I sound so confident is because of the feed-back and comments left by locals and familys and friends. And teachers. 

We had cake, then carried on with our day..

Soon we had cross country. Each house battling out who'll win. I'm serious, I think Tuis won. (Red team) Their all fit and buff. But in the others houses, their some who dragged down the team. (Like me) Sorry for being a disappointment. 
I only went one round, I had trouble with my shoes. 

I was sound proud of my little nephew, Diego who came first for the six years old. "Go Diego go!" &  Alecia who came first for the ten years old. Good on you! 

So today so far was quite a day. TO remember. Life lesson I learned today.. Was 

Life lesson: To be confident and to have more effort. 

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Reflection of Today

Today, I thought I'll man up and put my name down onto the persuasive speech competition in week 7! 
Yep, and I am fairly confident.
No, I'm not. 
I'm scared to death, scared that I might stumble on my words or that my writing or subject is an epic fail. And the structure that I'm proving is all wrong... I'm not sure? what I should do? 

Comments Below for any ideas! 

Matariki- For maori week!!

This is for maori week! 

Asking questions- About life at Waitaiki

Asking Questions. 
Aim: Using when, how, why and what. 
Either thin or thick questions. 

Q. Why did the children hate the cows- pg 1 

A. Because they had to milk the cows before school and after school. 

Q. Whos bobbie? 

A. The fathers horse. 

Only three questions! 

Monday, August 18, 2014

Ambury Farm Trip

This is my friend and I telling you guys, personally what was OUR favourite part of the trip! 

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Reading New Book!- Malorie Blackman Noughts & Crosses

Sorry I haven't post much lately,  I am having problems with my netbook and my desktop so there's no way I CAN GO ONLINE! I am now, reading another book, that has nothing to do with cancer but it has something to do with love. To be correct  its "Forbitten Love" and Races.  Basically it goes like this. In their world being white, means that you are the second class citizen in the world. White = Nought. Then, if your skin colour is black,brown then that makes you a Cross. Closer to God. 

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

African Drumming

Reflection of Today

Today, what we have planned today is to go down to Glen Innes Primary. To watch this Drumming show, then what is next  is that we, run around the area for cross-country practice. And then we go back to the usual.! 

Monday, August 11, 2014

Fraction Problem

Week 2 Reflection


Think of  2 curriculum areas.  Be specific and relate your achievement to your goals.  
What insert the evidence
What do you need to do to improve on next week?
Expressive Writing- I have done well in Expressive Writing because I have make sure I achieved my 3 goals.
Writing DOC-
To use more similes and metaphors more often.
Reading- I have done well, because I have been reading a book and I understand and learn quite a lot of things.

Learn: Quotes that helped me with my writing and new words I haven’t came across.

Understanding that cancer is a side effect of dying.

And seeing how it was like to have cancer.
And learning a couple of thing.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Best Expressive Writing

Last Week!
Friday August 1st 2014
Expressive Writing 31/714
*To use variety of sentences to create effect in my writing
*To add more details in my writing by using descriptive words, simile and metaphor.

My Best Writing for this week:
Subject: Death, Pain and Death.

A Quote written by a author, John Green said “Pain demands to be felt.” Which is true, the quote belonged to one of his best-seller book, The Fault In Our Stars. I had this strange love for it. Truly. Because I have been a witness of cancer. I fell in love with it, like the way you fall asleep, slowly, then all at once.
John Green and I, shared this bond between “Understanding” the side effects of cancer. We both understood it. Even though he didn’t even know me.

My father lived a life of cancer in his 30’s, unfortunately, he was unable to make it into his 40s. Cancer was the only thing in his way to buy a couple of more years. He lit up like fireworks, exploding into the air. Instead his body. Burning and expanding inside of him. Getting bigger in every second, bigger, bigger and bigger.
He was fragile like a flower, trying to survive while weeds were blocking his path. Slowly dieing. Like as if Pain became one with him. He was made out of cancer. Cancer went right throughout his body, stopping his heart.  Which was also made of him. His skin were pale and cold not even able to say his last dying words to us. He died beautifully. Adding more scars to this world. “Cancer doesn’t want to kill, its just wants to live.”

Doctors gives numbers, on your chances of surviving. But thats all just a scandal.
Reality on what their trying to say is “ There more chance of you dying then living” if you were smart enough to change it to words then you’re realize you’re just another Cancer Victim. But death leads to a number of empty souls, who have disappear from this world and who no longer exist. Leaving a painful memories for the living to take in. Never once in my life have our ever stopped thinking of death or ever will. Life from life, cell from cell. Is the way life is.
Pain is like fabric, the stronger it is the more worth it is. Isn’t that true.

There is more “death people” then the living who stumble around the world like zombies. And then theres the dead, who are buried under the dirt. Hidden and locked in a box, that is payed a great amount of money, which is crazy. I believe the reasons why the dead is hidden below the earth because there is nothing to look at. But the dead. Whose life has been drained from it-self. Rotting, stopping growth.

I say, anybody can name 14 dead people. No joke. Anybody can.

You don’t get to chose if you get hurt in this world, but you do gotta say.
When you die you desperately gasp for breath. You see the rising sun in your eyes, death, facing your fate. Theres no option, you just basically die. A last day is another good day. Can’t I be more right enough? The world is not a wishing factory.
People want to be heroes, but the real heroes are the ones who notices things.
Sympathy cards, are just want people think we/cancer victims want. Its not.
A life is what they crave for. They're just normal people, who lived in a normal world.

Has Afterlife, occurs to you. But I believe in a Capital-S. Something, but I’ll change it to Somewhere. Somewhere on the other side. The stars, are like holes. As those holes shine, it is a sneak peak to heaven. Somewhere. I mean. I don’t believe the dead can comfort and haunt the living . But what I do believe this, that there is a place and time. For both. Living and the dead.