Outrigger Canoeing (Waka Ama)
Yesterday, year eight and seven went to go canoeing. We weren’t canoeing with normal canoes though, the canoes we used are called an ‘Outrigger Canoe’, these canoes are built with longer and narrower hulls. In fact Outrigger Canoes are more hydrodynamic (Physics of objects moving through liquids.) Year eight and seven departed our school around 9:00, we rode buses to ‘Manukau Outrigger Canoe Club’, the club building was around the outskirts of the Tamaki River. Our class was separated girl and boy, but some had to sit out and take turns. We were taught by our instructors. The key things of Outrigger canoeing are timing, technique and method. After the lessons we had a race, Not surprisingly the girls won. It wasn’t surprising in reasoning that their Waka (Canoe) was a lot newer. Their timing was okay. Once the races were over we had to help put our canoes back in the canoe club sheds. We all were tired afterwards in spite of that we had a blast. 
Pennies for Hitler Clay Project
Room 8 is reading Pennies for Hitler by Jackie French. As part of our learning we had to choose a critical moment from one section of the book my group chose when the ‘Library’ in the book was destroyed. We created this scene in clay, and our rationale we wrote was ‘The Library being destroyed was chosen in reasoning that Georg (Protagonist in story) had no particular place which he could be comfortable in until he found the Library. His only place that he could feel comfortable in had been destroyed.
Pennies for Hitler: Georg Diary Entry
I haven’t seen this amount of blood in my whole life. My heart is beating rapidly. I’m staggering and trembling. I just want to take a seat and rest, Nevertheless I must keep going for the people who have fallen. I cannot give up, resting isn’t an option. I wonder where Aunt Miriam is, I hope she’s okay. I’m so stressed that I can’t even shed a single tear. Passing through the cold streets with debris scattered everywhere. Buildings demolished and dismantled into dust. I’ve lost my gas mask which is unfortunate. This filthy air is making me light headed. The word “Death” flows through my head. I decide to find Aunt Miriam instead of bread, I’d rather starve than have to live with another death. Is she in the apartment? Or is she at work? My mind is scrambled, I don’t even know where I am, I can’t feel my hands and feet. I am walking about in pain, I stumble upon the apartment by accident. Was this a miracle? Or a dream. I bust through the doors of the apartment, glass shards pierce through my skin, I dash up the stairs finding our room, I sigh in relief to see Aunt Miriam laying under the dining table. I hug her and she cries out “Where were you?”
My 2023 Profile
Hi, Welcome to my blog. You can call me Nino, I am twelve years old and I’m a year eight. My nationality is Filipino. I’ve lived in New Zealand for a decade. I wasn’t born in New Zealand though. I’m a car enthusiast most interested in “Tuner Cars.” My hobbies include drawing, car spotting and playing games. I don’t do sports often, I take interest in swimming and I would like to try Kart Racing. My Favourite food is seafood, chicken, and Tofu. Thanks for your time reading this. Farewell Friends.
