From : Jack

To: T

Sup T, this morning was cool, I had fun in the parking lot .

Thanks for the beers by the way (I gave them to my cousin )

Hope everything’s alright at home. I heard you’re having trouble adjusting to some “changes”. Just know you are always welcome to crash at my place. If you need anyone to talk to my mum and I are here for you. Gotta go now, see you tomorrow.

-Jack

PS- If you want to, you can try to communicate more with your mum, or any other family members like Brian and Becca. I know it may be hard , But you have to trust me… Ok?

Alright, Goodnight T

This morning for R.E we are learning and understanding the meaning of God’s Creation, Redeeming and Sanctifying.

For reading this week I have created a diagram of how vaccines work!

Finally, our highlight of the week had arrived, 15 of March had finally arrived. Now you might be wondering “what on Earth happened on this particular day at this particular time?” , well I’ll tell you what. We were going to the one and only WAKA AMA! I was so excited, I’ve never participated in activities that required the use of a boat, I don’t even think I’ve ever been in a boat! , thoughts spiraled in my head , giving me a migraine. We are ready to leave home now, we rush to the car as if we’re late, when in fact its early.

When we arrived at school, my classmates and other seniors were wearing muffti (non-uniform), I walked in with my friend in our school uniform. We rush to the bathroom, stumbling over each other’s clothes. Once we were ready we walked outside. I wore my P.E uniform, while she wore shorts and a shirt.

The bell rang, we started to pick up the pace while making our way to our classroom. We began the roll call to make sure everyone was here. It was time, we grabbed our belongings, making our way to the bus. My class was seated at the back, while Room 7 was seated at the front of the bus.

Our journey had begun. It was a short distance, but felt like it was taking hours due to traffic. Our destination had arrived. We all hopped off the bus, full of energy. We walked over to the site , where we sat down on the concrete ground. Our coaches introduced themselves, next our coaches demonstrated the different strokes.

 

 

Once we were in the boats we had a wonderful time. I’m excited to see what we are going to learn about Waka Ama next time

 

 

 

 

This morning Room 8 have created their own images of how they see the Holy Trinity.

I trudged through the supposed sidewalk, it is crumpled up into little shards of concrete. I want to deny it, she is gone… the one thing I thought about 24/7, the one precious thing I had here in England, well Elizabeth wasn’t a thing she was a person, a person with a bright future. I hadn’t realised the salty tears running down my dirt stained cheeks. The toxic air filled with specks of dust and wood splinters seeping into my nose like a river of intoxication.

 

My clothes are stained with blood not my blood, her blood, my head is pounding with pain, I clenched my fists, my nails digging in the dirty palms drawing blood, it should have been me…

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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 the moment when Aunt Miriam and Georg arrived at the library to say goodbye to Mrs Huntley before he had to leave on a boat. We created this scene in clay and our rationale for this choice was that when the library had been crushed we feel like he would have been devastated by the fact that his favorite place to go to was turned into rubble. The library signified his happiness…a place of comfort, so it would feel like another piece of his life was destroyed.

Hello my name is Nikita, I am Samoan.

I have 4 siblings,3 boys, and 1 girl.I love to play kia o-rahi, touch, and netball.My favorite foods are noodles with seaweed,butter chicken, KFC, and Vietnamese spring rolls. I don’t really play games, but I enjoy playing card games. My hobbies are reading and listening to music.

Thank you for visiting my blog, make sure to come back and enjoy my future blog posts.

Another collaborative poem written by Room 8 following the events of Arlo and the Orca, this poem expresses our feelings about sadness, walking in the shoes of Arlo and his mother, from the book Arlo and the Orca written by Monique Walker.

 

Sadness

Crying

Cold tears dripping down your face

Water and cold air

Crying

Tears running down your face

Like a cold gust of wind

You are no one

Tears dropping out of your eyes

Into the ocean

Salty tears

“Whuwhuwhu”

You’ve had enough

Crying salty tears and sweat

Bitter feeling of guilt,depression, and regret

Sadness in blue, a rainy day

A collaborative poem written by all of Room 8 This Poem expresses our feelings about anger looking in 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 the emotion you want to show or not

It starts when we get upset about something

This week Monique and Stacey came to class and presented Monique’s book, we learnt it is okay to cry and that life can be moody and stormy with waves of emotions, but to remember the sun will always come back and shine.

We would also  like to thank Monique for writing Arlo and the Ocar,  Stacey for presenting it to us, doing activities,and coming to our class on Monday.