This morning Room 8 have created their own images of how they see the Holy Trinity.
Diary Entry PFH- Elizabeth is dead…
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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Clay Work – Pennies for Hitler
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.
About Me
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.
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Sadness
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
Arlo and the Orca
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.
The Right of a Child
All life is sacred and we must look after it
created by: Nikita, Ellma, Lupe
Room 8 2022
They have talents and skills
Some are funny and some are not
they’re too loud especially me
Interesting chaos
missing my other friends in Room 8
They are really amazing and smart
Loving, annoying, funny, mean
Everyone and everything
Using ones Conscience
We make decisions according to our conscience. I have created an ordered process to help work through my decisions according to my Christian values.
Diary Entry 2
Dear Diary,
It’s the next day, we’re on a boat at the moment, the Palapa, when I first saw it I thought there were two boats, maybe it was hiding behind the Palapa? Instead there was only one, I hoped that we weren’t all getting on that one boat, my mother and father stood there frozen, there’s no way that nearly (and I quote) “400!” people were getting on that boat! People were yelling, “I refuse to take my child on that boat!” a mother said. “It’s our only chance at surviving,” the father said. I heard the mother grumble. With the waves crashing, we reluctantly walked down the ramp leading to the beach. There was a ladder on the side that we climbed. Once we boarded the boat, I wanted to leave, I wanted to jump off and swim back to shore, like what is this? The boat is clearly unstable, people are arguing about nonsense, babies are crying, I just can’t bear it anymore! I wanted to close myself off from the world, I wanted to somehow shut everyone out.
I got over it eventually, what I can’t get over is my need to go to the bathroom! Wait what’s that over there? There’s a hole leading to the ocean!
…So I’m back, I saw a hole in the boat, let’s just say I don’t need to go anymore. I turned around to notice people panicking, I only did number one though! I don’t get it, I turned to my parents looking at me with a look of concern in their eyes, I then realised they weren’t looking at me, they were staring at something else behind me, I turned, there’s a crack in the boat. I was frozen, I was going to walk to my parents. “Don’t move, one of the other families said. I stood there dumbfounded, surely I can just walk to my parents without making it worse. I attempted to step forward, there was a creak, I saw people moving around, someone brought something to cover the crack. “Phew” as I sighed in relief, this made people realise that we need to be a bit more cautious. People started to make these weird shapes on the largest amount of space we had, they made two waves with an oval in the middle. “SOS,” one of the children said to me. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s a distress signal that means Save Our Souls,” they said. “Oh ok thank you,” I said, they shrugged and just walked away.
It is night time, the children lay asleep while the parents stay up worried about the dangers put in the sea, everything was quiet. When I closed my eyes it felt as if no one else was here in this boat except my family and I, that’s when the storm came. We heard the rain drops on the top deck getting heavier, leaking. Water started to come from the ceiling, the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky, families huddled up together praying. The babies were crying. At this very moment I had to put my faith in Allah.