Category: Hanga | Create

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.

 

Happiness Poem

Happiness

Sounds like Laughing 

Feels like Fun

Like a pure and happy life

Refreshing, clear, sweet

Cheerful laughter on a sunny day

Doing things you like

Smells like a strong sweet flower

Like, YAY, WOOHOO!

Joy in your heart

A Large grin

Birthday cakes

Laughter

Like summer

Happiness is about being who you are and having fun with friends and family

Sadness Poem

     Sadness

Crying

Cold tears dripping on your face

Water and cold air

Crying

Tears running down your face

Like a cold gust of wind

You’re no one

Tears dropping out of your eyes

Into the ocean

Salty tears

Hu hu hu hu hu hu

You’ve had enough

Crying salty tears and sweat

Bitter feeling of guilt, depression and regret

Sadness is blue, a rainy day

Arlo’s Anger 😡

A collaborative poem written by all of Room 8. This poem expresses our feelings about anger looking through the eyes of ‘Arlo’ from ‘Arlo and the Orca by Monique Walker.’

Anger

  Anger feels like letting your rage out

A clenched fist

Blood, Salty Sweat

Growling and yelling

Rough and hot

Like a red face

Anger smells like danger

Like Air

Shouting and screaming

Painful and hurtful

Madness and crazy actions of destruction

Like smoke

Burning coal

A fire raging and growing limitlessly

Anger is an emotion you want to show or not

It starts when we get upset about something

This week Monqiue, Stacy, Jessie and Katherine came to class and presented Monqiue’s book. We learnt that it is okay to cry, we have many people supporting us and life can be moody, stormy with waves of emotions but to remember the sun will always come back and shine.

We would like to thank Stacy, Monqiue, Jessie and Katherine for coming and teaching us about emotions!

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MHF review Arlo and the Orca | Mental Health Foundation