Thursday, May 11, 2017

Rotoroa Expedition

From time to time when the sky was calm and blue, we would go to Lake Rotoroa for a fish or a lazy hunt. One particular day, we were spinning at the river mouth hoping that a lazy trout would take the lure. But all we caught was a log which was now in possession of our lures. The sunshine warm but dim, covered my skin like ants on an anthill. The water felt warm so I decided to put on my mask and snorkel and have a search for the lures.

As I plunged into the bitterly cold water, the shock hit my body like a freight train versus a cattle beast.
I swam over, under, and around the log in a mere 30 seconds because of the giant eels that lurk in the lake. Clambering out as fast as I hurled myself in I stumbled up the river rocks.

I didn't gain anything from this expedition except for a pair of wet dacks and a excuse not to swim in the lake again!

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Global Issues

In Bangladesh an estimated 3.5 million children ages 5 to 14 are forced to work in stinky,hot and crowded concrete slab buildings with the name sweatshops. A sweatshop is defined by the US Department of Labour as a factory that violates two or more labour laws. 

Products that commonly come from sweatshops are clothes, cotton, bricks, cocoa and coffee. Tragedy struck on the 24 of April
2013 with the structural collapse of Rana plaza one of Bangladesh's many dodgy sweatshops killing 100 and injuring many.                              

Credit war on want.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Zoom Out

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This activity needs your help. 

You are invited to build on to the story by adding a comment. This means you need to zoom out of the image below with your who is holding the ice cream? What else might be in the picture if you zoomed out a bit? What might happen next?

Be sure to read others' comments first, and continue the story, by zooming out even further. We could build an amazing story. Give it a go!

So, here is the start of the story... The diesel engine rattled away as the louisiana 

redneck crew of two were illegally shrimping in the gulf of mexico. "Hey Gonzales!" shouted Josef, "Whats that of in the distance? Is it coming our way?" Gonzales spun round to look.Sure enough,there was a black speck heading their way at great speed.

Thursday, March 16, 2017


Today Gabby and I made a small green house for some seedlings
 we are growing in class. These are the steps we took to make it.

  • First we gathered the materials and tools needed.
  • Then we cut the timber to the right length.
  • Then we nailed all the timber together.
  • Then we used the staple gun to staple the clear plastic on.
  • Then we put the plants in then we are done.

Brad's poem

Brad is a large tug boat hauling gigantic ships into port.  

Brad is a fresh roast leg of lamb accomplished with crispy potatoes and butter.

Brad is a huge razor back boar ready to turn and charge any moment.

Brad is an old leaky NZ forest service hut in a jungle of flax bushes on the lake edge.

Brad is an old haggard pair of red band gumboots, the rubber malleable from the constant use.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Gone Fishing

I can see the odd dim star through the claggy grey sky. We back the boat into the calm water and the motor coughs and splutters into life. The water laps on the hull continuously until we arrive at our destination and drop anchor. ZZZZZZZ dads reel starts buzzing like a angry wasp, as fast as it was hooked it was gone PING!!!       

Image result for fishing nz at sun rise