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Friday, 27 November 2015

Life in Naimraria- Naima, Elise and Meredith

The soft sand slips into the crevices in between my toes as the water slips in and out of my private bay. Everything is perfect here in Naimararia, I make the rules and nobody disobeys them. No wars, no disagreements, everything is perfect.

Today the gardener is due to visit, and while he's out to try tackle the forest of weeds in the corner and is trying to save my rare Naimararian flowers, I hear a slight rustling from the corner. I hear a pitter patter of tiny feet, following a tiny furry face popped out of the weeds. It was old Nesbit, the neighbours cat. I often play with him. “Hey Nesbit,” I laugh. 
“Meow!” Nesbit replies.
I ruffle his fur and walk inside.

I hardly had any sleep last night, something seemed to be nagging at me trying to tell me something but didn't know what. Since then the sky seemed to darken. The sun hid behind the clouds. The clouds started to cry. The summer seemed to have came to a halt so suddenly. Naimararia wasn't the same as it had been on the 28th. It's hardly like the other Naimraria it used to be.

I had a dream, a nightmare the Naimararian monster was back, it was bigger and more powerful than before.
Last time I had a dream like this it caused havoc over all Naimararia, I knew I had to make my move.

Sorry it's been two days and several children have fallen into shock. They have gone pale, frost bite has started to spread over them, I have summoned my Royal wolf pack they shall meet me at the outskirts of Naimraria where the fight will begin. I am taking a plane tomorrow to the "blue zone" where the battle will take place.

I buckled up my seat as my tummy was doing cartwheels. Meanwhile, through the opaque clouds, the little dot of Naimararia floated below me as I glide through the the air on my private jetocopter (half jet half helicopter. In other words a jet with propellers). My half diamond, half gold sword gleamed in front of me as I polished it to perfection. 

As we landed the fear overwhelmed me as the icy chill rushed over me. I stepped out of my jetocopter into the "blue battle" zone. The naimrarian monster hovers at the entrance to the gloomy cave. My legs felt like they were going to give way from under me. The Naimrarian monster catches a glimpse of me. I automatically hide behind a rock. I know I shouldn't. But I do. I hide behind a big Boulder. The Monster passes, it's eye gleaming a flaming, sickly yellow, it's mouth agape, showing fierce teeth, ready to slash anything that annoys it. It floats away towards a icicle-pine mountain.

I hate battles. Battles are mean. Battles are awful. But I can't help this battle. I must save Naimraria from the Naimrarian Monster.
I step out from the boulder, ready for anything. My loyal pack of 50 wolves follow me, tongues panting, sharp claws glistening in the weak light of the Naimrarian Monster’s territory. The light here is not the bright sunlight where my castle and beach-house stand, but dusty and sneezy and cold.
I wait for the Naimrarian Monster to appear. I stand. I shiver with cold and fright. I wish a Hot Chocolate would randomly appear in my hand. With a white fluffy on top, and marshmallows. Mmm-mm. I wait for my Hot Chocolate. But it doesn't appear.
Suddenly I hear a roar coming from behind me. A musty, echoey roar, that sounds like it's far away, but it is coming nearer. I can see the shadowy, misty shape of the Naimrarian Monster. Frost grows quickly on everything. A strong, freezing wind rolls around, as the Naimrarian Monster appears.
It floats menacingly into its cave. The frost disappears. The wind stops. I feel terrible. I didn't stand up to the Monster. What should I do? I must save Naimraria! I edge my way slowly into the dark cave…

The cave is dark and I can't see the monster anywhere. My Wolf pack sit patiently at the entrance, waiting for me. I will lead the monster to the entrance where we will all attack. I hope all of us survive.
Suddenly I trip over a piece of string that runs across my path. I trip over, just in time as an arrow from a secret machine launches it at where I had been standing and into the soft dirt wall behind me.
My heart started beating twenty times as fast as it usually does. I had only just missed the arrow.
I kept on walking more carefully until I came to a torch-lit cave.
Suddenly a misty shape, blood dribbling from a huge, open mouth, appears out of nowhere and lunges at me. I scream and sprint as fast as I can down the tunnel, the Monster close on my heels, icy frost growing on my shoes.
I burst out into the open, the Naimrarian Monster roaring and bellowing after me. The wolves leap at him, howling. At once one of them drops down, with frost and ice covering his fur, his eyes wide open like he is petrified.
More wolves fall down, and I manage to see one of them slink behind a boulder, dragging a paw enclosed in ice.

I hold out my diamond-encrusted sword, trembling. The monster turns on me, five wolves falling at its icy feet.
“G-g-go away, you s-silly m-m-monster!” I stutter. The monster must of understood me, for it almost screamed. I yelled and stumbled backwards, tripping. I landed on my back with a thump.
The Monster started floating slowly towards me. There was no escape. All my wolves were gone, and I didn't have a chance against the Monster.
My teeth chattered as frost crept up on me. My limbs went stiff. I was stuck to the ground with hard ice. The Monster was nearly upon me now. I closed my eyes, tight…

The next second I heard howling and screeching. I opened my eyes to see a wolf leaping at the monster, digging its teeth into the monster’s evil eye. The monster screamed, and disappeared into a cloud of warm smoke. A sickly yellow/green puddle rippled where it had been floating. I noticed, only at that moment, that the wolf had its paw inside a block of ice.
It had saved me.
It had saved Naimraria.
And he knew it.

The End.

Friday, 30 October 2015

Friend photo

Lucy, Elise, Issy, Alyssa and I can see the trees and bushes sway in the breeze as we decide where we were going to stand in the branches of the tree behind the classroom. 

The descentive click sound of the the bike gears echoed as cyclists bike past on the cycle way. The other kids chatter about what they are going to put on their yearbook page. The teachers told us that it was nearly time to pack up, I knew it was a command not a request.  So we quickly took the photo straight away. That was as easy as pie. When I had a chance to see the photo I thought, I'm definitely  putting that on my year book page!

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Abseiling in year 4 at kaipoi blue skies

I  climbed up the creaky wooden stairs to the top of the very tall abseiling tower. I was shaking, butterflies were taking over my tummy. . I was thinking to myself am I going to do it or am I going to chicken out at the top? My mouth was dry. Was I going to lose my lunch? I was so nervous.

I watched the people before me slowly inch their way down the sloped wall. I thought to myself I am getting real apprehensive, I'm going to fall and badly hurt myself. I was getting more nervous by the second.

The instructor was finding it hard to clip the rope through the hole in my harness because I was shaking so much. Thoughts were flying through my head. Is it safe? Am I going to fall? These thoughts were not helping me stay calm.

My hands were trembling as I gripped tightly onto the rope. Take deep breaths, I kept repeating over and over again in my head. One foot over the edge onto the wall, second foot over the edge. I painstakingly inched my way down the wall.

When I was at the bottom I thought to myself that wasn't so scary after all! At least the rope didn't snap and I didn't lose my footing. Clip and climb here I come!

Monday, 19 October 2015

Orenteering at pines beach

The clouds are smeared across the sky and pine needles crunch under my feet while birds chirp a song high above me. Pine trees lean over me as I find a distinctive tree on the map, where Amy and I are on the course.  

I think to myself, what way should I go? Where is that path? There's no track there! I start to worry that we are lost.

Perhaps they are choosing to do it at Pines Beach because the trees grew close together so we couldn't see the other markers forcing us to look at the map. 

The sky looms above us as we run about 500 metres to the north and then we step out onto a beach. The salty sea smell wafts up my nose as the water threatens to leak into my shoes. I scramble up a sand dune. At the top we had a wonderful view of the deserted road. The really tall pines trees and the blue sea water glisten in the distance. 

In the end we found where we needed to go. We felt like we had put all of our effort into finishing the course.

Thursday, 24 September 2015

Arts reflection

This term our focus has been about the arts. But we have been focusing on how to enhance cultural connections in our community. It is important to enhance cultural connections in our community because it builds relationships.

On Thursday I think our performance went well because because we all enjoyed doing it. We involved the audience by if I was talking then I would face the audience.

I showed Maori values (Manakitia, Kotahitanga and whānangatanga) because I was working with people I don't usually work with and if people and if someone was stuck I would help them.  After our performances I saw people smiling as they walked away.

I'm still going to be connecting to the community because at the end year I will be performing a show for my drama class.

Link to video

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Getting lost

Always listen to your parents no matter how much you might not want to, they are just trying to keep you safe. Remember that time you didn't listen to your parents and you ended up hurting yourself or you were blamed for something you didn't do because your parents wanted to keep you safe, or you were swinging on a branch and all of a sudden it snapped, so you learned to expect the unexpected? 
I would like to share this story with you .....

When I was six I thought that this was the worst experience in my life! But maybe not? 

Everything was going swimmingly! It was a few months after the dawn of 2012. My mum, my loud brother and I were at storage box across the road from northlands mall. before we had walked in mum had said to my brother and I "stay close".

I trudged down an aisle wondering why I had to come to this boring trip. I had no hint of what lay ahead!

Nothing was exciting here just then I spotted a glimpse of something purple and blue. My favourite colours! I, like most six year olds would do, I sprinted back to the aisle. 

Sitting on a shelf lay the most boring use of those colours, it was just a dull old container. So I ambled back to where I had last seen my mum and brother. But they weren't there and I wasn't going see her anywhere because there were shelves towering above me on either side packed with products. So I started running round the shop with tears pouring out of my eyes bellowing mum, mum, mum. And then I spotted them in aisle and I sprinted to see her and straight away she said "Where did you go?" 
In reply I mumbled "nowhere".

So now I don't wander off when I'm out but I've learnt you should always listen to your parents when you're out somewhere. 

Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Maori reflection

This year we have been learning to participate in Maori ritual. We recorded where we were at the start of the year, at the start of term two and the end of term two. At the start of the year I said my learning was multistructural with my knowledge in Maori ritual. I'm now extended abstract because I understand and enjoy participating in all parts of Maori ritual, I also can teach others. As well I can seek feedback on how I can improve my understanding in some areas of Maori ritual. We went to Willowbank and experienced a powhiri that helped me to improve how I understand and enjoy Maori ritual.

Here is a link to our performances and explanation of our learning: