Wednesday, 28 March 2012

The Name of The Island.

WALT write a narrative story based on our artwork.

Once, in the Island, there lived three boys named Joseph, Jeremy and Jerome. They were at a beach relaxing on the summery sand. Besides, it’s all blistering hot like the sun is like coming towards them, so all of the village people always go to the beach. They went for shade, had cold fizzy drinks, and some played volleyball. “Aahhh, this is the life.” said Joseph, “Yeah, tell me about it.” replied Jeremy.

While they were having fun in the beach, a volcano started to shake and erupt, causing the molten lava to cut through the thin waters and burning all of the humans and dismantling them to pieces! “ We need to get some help, fast, before all of the land we live, will not even exist!” cried Jeremy while looking at the lava anxiously, “Well, all I'm thinking of is lots of our water” said Joseph, “But, we left ours on the sand and now they must be millions of miles in the sand somewhere” exclaimed Jerome while the molten lava gets closer and closer to the surface.

But then, Tangaroa came out of the waters (because they live near New Zealand) and he made lots of waves to make destruction to the sweltering lava. He made lots and lots of waves and it swooped down to the lava and it crushed it so much, that it went down to the bottom of the sea (or ocean). The people were saved by Tangaroa and they were running and skipping around the beach happily.

Meanwhile, Joseph was smiling and said, “This must be a beach miracle from our shores, and the mighty gods of waters saved us all.” and the three went back to the beach, lying down on the cool, warm, sand. Until, a report from the media says “News update, for some reason, lots of mysterious people have been appearing on the beach lately.” The next day, when the boys were watching television, Jeremy was watching and then suddenly, the Prime Minister was on and said, “Ever since the mysterious people have been coming here from our shores, I will now call this island, Mysterious Island, and no one, not even me, will ever change the name of the island. Finally, the boys (now men) have remembered the name from the time it was named. Then, years later, there grandsons took over there places and they even look like them. Now, the three men should have learnt right before then, that they were supposed to stay inside in their house while the heat blast was coming through so they won’t join in with the panicking or else, Tangaroa wouldn’t come and they would be the only people not going to the beach.

Thursday, 1 March 2012

All About Me.

Talofa lava, my name is Willy. I am nine years old. I was born in New Zealand, at Greenlane hospital in 2002. I have short, black hair. My skin is tan and smooth. My eyes are dark brown. I am tall and skinny.

I have one older brother and one strong sister. I live with my mum, dad, brother, sister, uncle and my Samoan Nana.  I love my beautiful family because they help me every time I'm stuck on something.

Me and my family are Samoan and I like it. My family eats delicious island food like taro, corn beef, cooked banana, fish and other food. I love my culture because we get to wear lavalavas (not me of course) and we also love dancing to music.

I enjoy cleaning up messy dishes, going outside for the cool fresh air, watching on my big television, and going on my new netbook at school.

My best friend is Taylor. He has black sporty shoes, short black hair, dark brown eyes and light brown skin. He is funny, smart and cool.

When I grow up, I want to be in an office worker or a bank accounter because I'm not right for the outside work. I’ll have to work hard on my netbook to achieve these goals. My learning goals for this year is to improve on my spelling skills and to improve my thinking by reflecting on my learning. To archive these goals, my family can make me work hard at home, practice my spelling everyday, and make me use the key competencies to extend my thinking.