Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Running Day

To mark Whanau Sports Day that happened today, I decided to post this piece of narrative writing I wrote in 2013. The image is from 2015.

Walking on the greeny grass. It was as sunny as summer. All the house groups (Alamein, Tripoli, Tobruk, Benghazi) were lining up, singing their chants across the field. We all sat in our gazebos of the fields. The wind pushed my face gently. It was like a million people were cheering and screaming. I was a boiling egg, sitting outside the gazebo. 5 year olds went first. Pompoms were all over the pace, tangling peoples feet. I hear a bang. They run like cheetahs through the winds.

Screaming students were sitting in their giant gazebos. It then went on to the 8 year olds. I started to get worried. I kept hearing the clapper go “BANG!” each time people were racing. 9 year olds. My heart was pumping a million times a second, even though I haven’t ran in a race yet. 10 year olds. I started to feel a little bit sick. Then they said, “11 year old boys”.

I lined up, and walked up to the narrow track. My heart was beating as fast as a car. I approach the start line. Then all of a sudden, my mind was blank. I only thought of running straight to th finish line, until a little conversation started. “Who’s your dad?” someone said. BANG went the clapper, and I was running like the wind. The wind in front of me was trying to pull me down, making me slower. I caught up to second. People from Tobruk were like horns, yelling and cheering. I kept running, then for once I came up second.

I went off the hard track, had a ice block stick that said 2nd. I went back to Tobruk, where nearly everyone was as happy as the shining sun. “This is my first race I came second, actually.” I mumbled to Marcus. Then on my next race, I came 4th! Which leaded me to something I have never been in, the FINALS. After, there were two running relay races. I was in one of them. At the end of the day, I was a tired sloth from all the racing.

Sunday, 12 March 2017

Social Studies: Clothing in Asia

WALT - research the different clothes different countries wear in Asia.

Okay, so for Social Studies (I should mention for some reason that my teacher is also the Year 10 Dean, Mrs. Scott) 10E is studying Asia in a cultural and religious perspective. One of the tasks was to make a 'Clothing in Asia' document, showcasing the different clothing people wear in different countries of Asia. I had to research these four countries:
  • Japan
  • Russia
  • India
  • Philippines
The screenshot below this blurb is final result. It's a bit rushed towards the end, but at least I finished it.

Enjoy! And if you want to, leave some feedback and feedforward so I know what to work on and improve. Thanks!

Wednesday February 22nd - Today I Learned...

Thursday, 9 March 2017

The Bush

A piece of writing from 2012 that I never posted...

There was once a 20 year old named Guy. He lived in California, America, where the shining sun never went away. Guy was a little boring and ordinary. He hardly did anything besides watch TV and go shopping for food, though he was almost broke. He lived by himself in his one-storey home. He was a lazy pig, sitting around. Sometimes, when he sat on his couch, the shining sun made Guy stick to the fabric. He was jealous about nearly everyone in his family was on the news, except for him.

One day, Guy began to get hungry, like a fox, and there was no food in his kitchen, so, he went outside to go fishing at the nearest bush forest. In the lake, he heard nothing but the sounds of birds flying as fast a jet, but they looked all black, flying individual. “This is SO boring.” Guy exclaimed. He kept fishing. Hours later, he caught a bite. The bite was pulling the line, pulling it until it made the row-boat move. Faster and faster the boat went. “Aaah!” yelled Guy, screaming like a girl. Boom! Boom! Boom! Went Guy’s heart, as he was heading for land. CRASH! Silence. Moments later, Guy became conscious, looking for his boat.

Then suddenly...a big, ugly, monster rose from the big lake. The creature was hissing like a snake, looking at Guy with its bulging eyes, with the line stuck on its lip. “Aaaaah!” screamed Guy, as he was running through the bushes. “I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die!” thought Guy, as he was being chased by the massive monster, who was also screaming, like Godzilla.

Busting down trees, the monster scanned the whole bush forest, looking for Guy. Many more trees were getting pushed, meanwhile, Guy was hiding in one of the bushes. Praying that he would live through this incident. “Please, let me live!” said Guy, looking at the big, blue sky. What did he see? He saw an unidentified flying plane, which looked like the birds he saw earlier, shooting out missiles to the monster’s head. It all sounded like fireworks to Guy when he closed his eyes, thinking about good thoughts, while more ,“drones”, as he would say it, came flying in, trying to make the monster explode into a million pieces. Then...KABOOM!! An explosion was ringing Guy’s ears like a bell. He opened his eyes, and saw small fires across the forest, along with some body parts left over from the mysterious monster. “Whoa!” said Guy, relieved that he survived an unfortunate event.

Before sunset, Guy got a lift back home, and went back to sit down on his couch, acting like nothing happened. He turned on the news, and what was the big story?

“News just in. A lucky fisherman has escaped a monster rampage near a local bush forest. Reports have shown that the unknown monster has exploded, with the help of a couple of drones.”

The End.

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Five Years Blogging

So back in January I realised that March 1st would be the five year anniversary of my first blogpost.

I really didn't know how to celebrate it, so I resorted to making a document dedicated to each year.

So here you go.