tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716868987351268402024-03-22T13:27:45.202+13:00AwhinaThis is a record of my learning during the years I was at Pt England School.PES Blog Gmailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430434432980030044noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-60139568603264170612012-12-13T09:49:00.001+13:002012-12-13T09:49:19.613+13:00Description of Elizabeth<b id="internal-source-marker_0.6425234088674188" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She is a very talented outgoing friend, her name is Elizabeth. She likes to take risks and likes to give everything a go. Elizabeth is been a very encouraging friend, she has taught me to try things out even if I don’t like what we are doing.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Elizabeth had a very distinctive characteristic personality. She always has to be correct before the conversation finishes. Sometimes if we are joking she takes it for serious. (SERIOUS GUY)</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One of her favourite movies are Men In Black III, her favourite food pizza and her favourite sport is Rugby league. She has a dog named simba and he is very lazy. Now we go on to the siblings, she has 4 brother and 2 sisters.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-57882111365560101612012-12-12T12:51:00.002+13:002012-12-12T12:51:21.063+13:002012 reflectionWell, it's been a pretty busy year, this year. I have loved being in Ms Squires's class and meeting new friends like Sylvia and Mino. One of my highlights this year was becoming a house captain for Te Arawa. One of my lowlights was not having a senior kapa haka group, but we had the opportunity to join with the junior ponamu.<br />
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Maybe one of the things I could of done better this year was being a better role-model and inspiration to others. One of the things I did achieve was getting a award at prize giving, I don't know what i'm getting but I know I deserved it. I can not wait till next year, 2013. I can't wait to start my new school, One Tree Hill. I have always been nervous to go to college but I know it would be welcoming and interesting meeting new people.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-9638198859863448752012-11-13T14:47:00.000+13:002012-11-13T14:47:03.070+13:00Dog gone lost.....<b id="internal-source-marker_0.07391485339030623" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Come back Rolly, come back” Monica yelled out the window. Rolly the dog had jumped out of the car window as they were passing a barn. It was old and rusty and it<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> looked like it wouldn’t hold for long. We stopped the car and Monica quickly jumped out to look for him. Monica ran to the old barn and yelled “Rolly, Rolly, where are you”. No reply. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Teeth Chattering, she started to shiver and goose bumps appeared. Rolly’s probably wondering around somewhere, he will be back in no time. While Monica walked into this smelly, old rugged barn, she sat down for a rest opposite a stack of hay. “POO! what’s that smell, Ewwww, it’s poo,” Monica said with a scrunched up face. She had sat on poo, and it was all over her pants. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A few hours later she got worried, about Rolly because he hadn’t come back yet. She started to regret those words she said earlier about Rolly. Monica panicked and panicked, she didn’t what to do. She called out his name “Rolly where are you” no reply. So all she could do was go out and look for him. Monica searched and searched, but she still couldn’t find him. Then she heard this yelp, she ran towards where it came from, and it was Rolly tangled up in a electric fence. So I called out to my father Roy and told him to helped me untangle Rolly, it was so hurtful to see him like this.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As soon as they got Rolly untangled they quickly rushed him to the veterinarian, to get him fixed up. </span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-12651228948697265202012-11-13T14:37:00.000+13:002012-11-14T10:00:54.944+13:00Bush walk....<b id="internal-source-marker_0.018396540079265833" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“T-t-t-t-t-t” my teeth started chattering, while goose bumps appeared on my body, so I whined my window up. The trees started rustling in the sky, birds were chirping but there was no sign of anybody else on the bush walk besides us. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Suddenly, we hear a “BOOM” a big, huge, gigantic pine tree just fell before us. Everyone got a huge fright, especially me. “Damn that tree looks old and rotten, it looks a bit like a old and rusty car” My brother said to me in a shocked way.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“ FI, FIY, FO FUM, who dares to cross my path”, a tremendously big, disgustingly smelly and fat monster says to us. He had warts all over his face, smelly breath, ripped clothes and he was green. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“ Well we just wanted to pass through and look at all the amazing stuff here” I squeaked. “ GET AWAY FROM HERE, GET!” the monster yelled. “Aaaaaaaaarh” they start running away, being followed by the monster, my brother Mark always kept something helpful in his pockets. “Mark” she yells, “ Do you have anything helpful in your pockets” </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Umm, I will have a look” Suddenly I hear Mark throw something, it was a net. The monster landed on it and fell right down, the others just kept on running until they got farer and farer away.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “ Help me, help me and I will help you find your way to the others” the monster says. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Okay” I said. So they helped the monster out of the net, and the monster lifted them up in the sky to see where the others had gone. As quickly as he could, Mark scanned the bushes to see if he could spot anyone. “There they are” he yelled trying not to look down. The monster runs to where the others are and drops them off. “ I promise I won’t try to disturb or hurt anyone when they walk through this bush walk” the monster said to Mark and I. We went home and told all our friends what had happened that day, and guess what there are heaps of people who go through the bush walk now. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-47049182997757998022012-09-18T11:52:00.001+12:002012-09-18T11:52:22.878+12:00The Senior Social<b id="internal-source-marker_0.4668458658270538" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With a fun and inviting entrance I was ready to get my groove on. Mrs Tele’a and the prefects of our school had put together a yr 7 & 8 social. It went from 6pm to 8pm. The theme was black and white. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> As I walked into the hall I saw flashing lights and a great atmosphere to be around. Everybody was having fun, dancing around and being crazy. I was shy to dance, but when everybody enthusiastically invited me to dance I started to dance crazingly. We had a dougie contest, Mary represented the girls and Nezinli represented the boys. They were OUTSTANDING dancers. At the end of all this Nezinli had won the dougie contest, but Mary never left empty handed.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The best thing I liked about the social was that I got to spend time with my friends. My bestie Brooke is going Australia soon so I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her until she leaves. I took lots and lots of photos and danced with people who were exciting and fun to be around. Then one of my favourite songs played, Party and bull. Every single person I look at was up on the dance-floor doing their thing. You could see the glow-in-the-dark bands waving in the air and heaps of people jumping up and down. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I had the most amazing time at the social all thanks to Mrs Tele’a, the prefects, Sylvia, Seini-Mino, Selena, Toreka, Samson, Joe and to Mr Tele’a and Tanielu for the the BBQ. I wish this wasn’t my last year at Pt England School, But sadly it is. The positive side is that I get to start college and meet new friends. Anyways thanks again to those people who made this social happen.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-24611136163205338072012-09-18T11:49:00.003+12:002012-09-18T11:49:50.626+12:00Olympic Day........<b id="internal-source-marker_0.7798636988736689" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yay!” people said as they sprinted towards the hall, getting saturated in the rain. It was for our senior olympic day where we got to do some activities for the first bit of the morning while the teachers were having a look around at the junior area. As house captain of Te Arawa I was already in the hall giving out the papers and getting my group sorted. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well one of my favourite activities was when our group went to Mr J (tall) to watch movies. “We are gonna go back in time to 4 years ago and watch a movie” Mr J said in a commentator voice. I was wondering what we were gonna watch then he mentioned the toy shop. While we were watching the movie I could see myself on the projector, and so could everyone else. I was so embarrassed. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Another one of my favourite activities was when we went to the other Mr J (short) in the staff room. We did singstar, my favourite thing to do at home. I had a turn singing with Toko. When I won they were saying that I won by humming because they never heard me singing. I had won by miles and our group, Te Arawa 1 scored 75 points against Tainui 1 scoring nothing. I was very happy with my group and all the effort they put into winning.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the of the rotations I was very happy with my group. I think they had done really well and can’t wait till we spend the next morning together as a group.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-5316884048161560002012-09-18T11:48:00.001+12:002012-09-18T11:48:12.828+12:00Tommy Kapai Wilson...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.6789129709359258" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Kia ora bro” Tommy said in a funny version. The first thing that made me interested in his story was when he was talking like a maori and saying kik bak words. He was a very interesting guy and straight up.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One of his dad’s rules when they were little was they had to make 10 people happy a day, and that there wasn’t allowed any violence in the house or around them. Nowadays Tommy still goes around with his little 7 year old daughter and goes in the supermarket and tries to make 20 people happy. If they don’t make the counter person happy they go back around the supermarket until they make him happy. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One of his first jobs that he ever started was a dishwashing job in Mt Ruapehu. He washed over 300 peoples dishes. </span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-77840529728593438092012-09-11T10:12:00.002+12:002012-09-11T10:12:39.262+12:00Olympic Morning...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.6606902370695025" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Yay!” people said as they sprinted towards the hall, getting saturated in the rain. It was for our senior olympic day where we got to do some activities for the first bit of the morning while the teachers were having a look around at the junior area. As house captain of Te Arawa I was already in the hall giving out the papers and getting my group sorted. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well one of my favourite activities was when our group went to Mr J (tall) to watch movies. “We are gonna go back in time to 4 years ago and watch a movie” Mr J said in a commentator voice. I was wondering what we were gonna watch then he mentioned the toy shop. While we were watching the movie I could see myself on the projector, and so could everyone else. I was so embarrassed. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Another one of my favourite activities was when we went to the other Mr J (short) in the staff room. We did singstar, my favourite thing to do at home. I had a turn singing with Toko. When I won they were saying that I won by humming because they never heard me singing. I had won by miles and our group, Te Arawa 1 scored 75 points against Tainui 1 scoring nothing. I was very happy with my group and all the effort they put into winning.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the of the rotations I was very happy with my group. I think they had done really well and can’t wait till we spend the next morning together as a group.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-54539161497735843012012-08-30T14:23:00.000+12:002012-08-30T14:23:40.281+12:00Neil Armstrong...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.8492262975778431" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Neil Armstrong passed away August 25 2012 at the age of 82. He died from complications with his heart following surgery. America had known him as their American hero but he was always reluctant in being this. If you are wondering who Neil Armstrong was, he was the first person to step on the moon. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind”, In 1969 the commander of Apollo 11 Neil Armstrong, said these words while he was stepping on the moon. Along after him became his partner Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin. </span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-18880896811652331052012-08-22T10:05:00.002+12:002012-08-22T10:09:18.420+12:00 The Treacherous Track...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.9472683728672564" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With a determined look on my face I was ready to start the race. “CLAP” everybody started to sprint off in a rush, some just jogged.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Huffing and puffing</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I got to end of the field, leading us into a big muddy patch of grass. Mud splattered everywhere on me it was hard to maneuver along the </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">treacherous track</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I got to the bush walk my muscles were aching and I was dreading to go the rest of the way. There were hanging over trees, steep steps I fell on because they were muddy and slippery. The bush walk </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">wound, up and </span><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">down, wound</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> </span>until we got to the end.With<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">determination and perseverance </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was able to carry on with the race. “OMG have we got far?” as I said with exhaustion. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I passed people on the way I was quite embarrassed. I thought that I was one of the last people to arrive to the finish line. As I got the near the finish line I gave it a big finish “Wooah” I go as I </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">slipped and slid</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> over on to the ground face flat. Everyone was laughing and I was too. I finally made it over the finish line. Yay! I go as I passed the finish line!</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-38832005643706456842012-08-21T13:25:00.001+12:002012-08-21T13:25:14.777+12:00Running animation...<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="375" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/47907073" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="500"></iframe>
In our class our teacher set us a task. We had to create a animation with someone running. This is my animation.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-86491675118406577492012-08-20T10:00:00.002+12:002012-08-20T10:32:23.535+12:00What are the harms of smoking...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.3913990492001176" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is really not a good idea to start smoking at a young age or even ever start smoking. Smoking can cause multiple health issues, can affect your appearance and is a total waste of money. My advice to you is don’t even think about smoking. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Smoking can cause heart disease. The chemicals in cigarettes block your arteries because the blood isn’t flowing through all of the body properly. Later in life it can cause heart attacks. Most parents regret smoking after all the disasters happen, they want to see their children grow up and see their children’s children grow up, but for some it’s been too late. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Smoking can also cause damage to your face. Skin often becomes wrinkled, teeth turn yellow, fingers get stained, and you will have Bronson breath. If you start smoking you would probably look older than your age.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To save money for you and your family the best idea is to not smoke or if you do, quit smoking. For smokers you spend 14-15 dollars a packet, so $105 dollars a week if you smoke a pack a day. You are actually wasting money on something that could cause your death so basically you’re buying death. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If I had a chance to go back in time and stop my family from smoking I would, especially now that I know what happens to the human body when all the 4000 chemicals, in every cigarette, go in it. So my message is to you to don’t ever start smoking. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-34574263477188159582012-08-14T09:00:00.002+12:002012-08-14T09:00:37.029+12:00Last minute Excitement...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.2702913593966514" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With a last minute excitement Valerie Adams had won her gold back. The other competitor had a drug test and found out that she was using drugs to help her win. They found out and Valerie adams won the gold. Yay!</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-34510648202737876292012-08-08T09:12:00.001+12:002012-08-08T09:16:44.672+12:00Valerie Adams A disappointing loss...Awhina & Aliza<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPc1L43reB5-vIdGaahShdL4iQwlW7GaTb0vxRAlNXj6mBRavgBOML_Fzs2ZBjQJzjV1ciBi2HIAobjjj2OBR12zppCiSSb9F8Vgr4-BrmBt_Gm4-St4ei0Da20_fqq6W8vBNBddUgUl98/s1600/shotput.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPc1L43reB5-vIdGaahShdL4iQwlW7GaTb0vxRAlNXj6mBRavgBOML_Fzs2ZBjQJzjV1ciBi2HIAobjjj2OBR12zppCiSSb9F8Vgr4-BrmBt_Gm4-St4ei0Da20_fqq6W8vBNBddUgUl98/s320/shotput.png" width="320" /></a><b id="internal-source-marker_0.40478508663363755"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With a very disappointing loss Valerie Adams came in with the silver medal competing in the shot-put. Unfortunately she was defeated by Nadzeya Ostapchuk. Valerie’s personal best was 21.34 which didn’t match Nadzeya Ostapchuk’s winning shot of 21.36. Following the competition she had a personal interview which she was visibly upset and had an emotional evening. All though she came back with a silver medal all her family were proud of her achievements. </span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-33850746358642904872012-07-20T11:45:00.002+12:002012-08-16T23:35:01.077+12:00Brown Brother...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.616621196968481"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At Mount Roskill Grammar all the prefects and to present a speech for the school. Instead of presenting a speech a prefect Joshua Iosefo delivered a poem, “Brown Brother”. His friend Rashad had posted it on youtube where it was noticed by Campbell live. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The message that Joshua was trying to give was don’t listen to stereotypes and don’t be afraid to change. Don’t limit yourself from what other people think because you know you can do better. Ptengland school had a korero this morning about how to herenga ki te whetu “Reach For The Stars”. A korero is a motivational message that needs to be highlighted or focused on at school. Well with this you're reaching to the top to succeed which is exactly the same message that Joshua was trying to give.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The first thing I said to myself when I heard this was “That is true”. What I have learnt from this was not to believe in stereotypes, believe in yourself that you can reach to the top and succeed. It really makes me set a really high goal.</span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.6192504619248211"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Holding the weights on his chest, the weightlifter imagined what it would be feel like doing his final move to win the gold. The crowd went silent for a minute or two waiting for his final move. With a sudden move he raised the bar of weights above his head. The crowd went wild and cheered him on. </span></b><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-24548016777066331722012-06-27T09:22:00.003+12:002012-06-27T09:30:07.157+12:00My highlight for this term...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.370607974473387" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This term was an amazing term. I had lots of fun with my classmates and our teacher Mrs Squires. She is a very creative, funny teacher. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My highlight of this term is doing art. We had lots of fun painting, drawing, and sketching. We learnt about all sorts of artists, for example, Daniella Hulme is a figurative painter who using oil paint. She also does smooth strokes with her paint brush. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Next term I hope it was as fun as this term. I hope we do lots of arts and crafts and still learn more about artists.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-21291366233538209322012-06-26T09:43:00.000+12:002012-06-26T10:02:31.656+12:00My mihimihi...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="375" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/44693618" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe> <br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/44693618">Awhina mihi mihi</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/team4pes">Team 4 Pes</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">In our class we got set to do our mihimihi. This is my mihimihi I done around my background and me. Hope you like watching me mihimihi.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-90288354060734047392012-06-26T09:14:00.002+12:002012-06-26T09:14:44.743+12:00Character description...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.27548547671176493"></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.27548547671176493"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ella looked at the names on the board. She turned around looking happy and said that her name was on the board. She had made it into the team.</span></b></h2>
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.27548547671176493"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> This is my description:</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ella is a young 13 year old girl. She has long dark brown hair. Ella looks at the names on the board anxiously, scrolling her finger down the list, finally she sees her name, she turned around swishing her hair in the air with a smile on her face and said to me “my name’s on the board, I made it into the netball team.” </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ella was a really enthusiastic and good at netball. She was very fit and coordinated. Sometimes I watch her play netball and when the other team has the ball they throw it and she does this high jump, just and catches the ball and passes it. She always there to defend her opponent and there for her teammates. She plays center in netball. She also represented the school in just about every possible sport. But lacks confidence in her abilities to shine. We were both surprised when we saw her name at the top of the list. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-51782551845243605782012-06-25T09:22:00.001+12:002012-06-25T09:22:27.078+12:00PEPA night...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.17709159455262125" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All thanks to Miss Muliaumasealii we had a great time performing on the stage on Wednesday night. As some of you know PEPA was on. It was from 7-8pm</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> At 6.pm we all had to be at changing rooms aswell as the holding rooms. I arrived just about that time I got changed quickly so that Whaea Sophie could put mokos on our face, it was really cool. “Kapa haka your up” mrs Nua said in a whisper. Standing backstage, getting all pumped up, ready to karanga. Then I started and everything in me just exploded like it was never there. We had done our haka and karanga it was time to leave the stage but we left the stage the same way we went on the stage, with kia kaha and pukana.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I really loved it, all thanks to Miss Muliaumasealii she knew we had talent and she let us show other people. Everybody else were amazingly cool. I can’t wait till next term. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-81313988404277799772012-06-01T10:46:00.001+12:002012-06-05T14:38:49.877+12:00Kiwi Kick...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.5256100031547248" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> As we arrived I was shivering anxiously, then goose bumps slowly appeared on my body, Finally we got started. Our coaches were sam (sandwich), Anita (butter chicken) and Mike (milky). They told us a little about themselves and also bits pieces about the game. "Yay I can't wait till I start playing" I said to myself thoughtfully.</span></b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Tag” Elizabeth said loudly. We played some warm up games like continuous tag. We had to tag somebody without them tagging you first, if you got tagged you had to bob down. The only way to get back up is if someone tags the person who tagged you. It is a really fun game, you should try it!</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our first skill we learnt was the drop punt. The motto for this game was ‘laces away from faces. Basically a drop punt is when you hold the ball and flick your leg lightly to kick the ball. “Ohh that was a epic fail Awhina” Stephanie yells from a far distance.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I hope from my story you get a idea of what kiwi kick is all about and what some of the skills were.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-9750403232815387642012-05-30T09:39:00.000+12:002012-05-30T20:59:43.368+12:00Pablo Picasso And Henri Matisse Comparison...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.6256672919262201"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Have you ever seen Pablo Picasso or Henri Matisse’s paintings?, Well, we analysed a painting of ‘Weeping Woman’ by Picasso and ‘Woman with a hat’ by Matisse, comparing and contrasting them. Henri Matisse was born on October 25 1881 and </span></b><b id="internal-source-marker_0.6256672919262201"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pablo Picasso was born December 31, 1869. </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Henri and Pablo became lifelong friends after they met in Paris. Henri was most known for being the pioneer of fauvism whereas Pablo was most known for the style of painting, cubism. </span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even though Picasso and Matisse have both painted a woman they have different themes. Picasso’s theme was to convey a woman suffering from war. Matisse’s painting on the other hand doesn't really have a strong theme. It’s a portrait that is expressionless, not really showing any feelings. He was really experimenting colours, the style of art that is called fauvism. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Picasso and Matisse have some similarities with their use of bright, vibrant colours, however they have some important differences. Picasso has analogous colours like yellow, red, orange but also complementary colours like, blue and green. He also has shadings of yellow and orange. These bright, but contrasting colours evoke intense emotions. Matisse has shading but by using completely different colours. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When looking at perspectives, lines and shape you can see that Matisse and Picasso don’t have any similarities. They both have different techniques. For instance Picasso used sharp jagged lines. They are clearly delineated which highlights bold, dark, black outlines. This helps convey the horrors of the war. He also likes to see things from different view point, side on or front on. Matisse does have some clear outlines but most were blurred. He defined his shapes through his colours. Most of the colours were mixed and smudged.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Although there are many differences between Picasso and Matisse there were some similarities. I hope you got a glimpse of what the two paintings looked like and how they painted them.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-45655328437962436802012-05-21T10:34:00.005+12:002012-05-21T10:35:40.678+12:00GO TEAM BLUE!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><br /></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471686898735126840.post-7180563934230871942012-05-11T10:28:00.001+12:002012-05-12T09:36:41.971+12:00Raining, show not tell...<b id="internal-source-marker_0.6189374953974038"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Splash, Splosh, Splash! Torrents of water, were pelting down like a tsunami. “Sssssss’, hissed tyres on the slimy wet road as cars swished by. My clothes were smelling all damp and yuck.</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0