Sunday, August 27, 2017

2017 Speech

This is a public service announcement, in this speech about mothers there may be dramatising and first world problems. Also if there are any mothers listening don't worry some people do like you. Also the topic is and that is that.

First of all during summer how many times does your mum yell “come over here and I will chuck some sun block on for you. Countless times in my case and half of the sunblock always ends up in my eyes…

well that's what it feels like anyway. And the jury is still out whether it is done on purpose or accident. So from now on I think I will put sunblock on by myself I will be able to sleep at night now … without having to flush out my eyes every ten minutes.

So if you ever see me with stripes of sun block besides my eyes no i'm not rambos nz brother but just a victim of one of mums sunblock barrages. But… thanks mum anyway for stopping me from looking like a kumara chip from time to time
Every Tom, Dick and Harry as a child or adult has encountered the rhetorical Question regarding to their attire at some stage from there mothers. Some people more often than others, and I fit into the regular category.

According to the dictionary attire means to dress in fine elegant clothes and that's where my dress code of Red bands, stubbies and a swanie fits in just perfectly. And if it's a really special occasion you can even rub a bit of nugget into the boots sweet as. But according to mum I look like a dirty little pig and it’s not acceptable to go out to tea in old clothes. My debates about this have never gained traction and the last word is always AND THAT IS THAT

Food it can bring people together and apart if you eat something you are not supposed to eat. To most people the definition of home baking is to bake at home for your family. But mum must get that mixed up because all of seems to get given to friends and taken to dog shows.
good thing she is mingy on the sugar because you don't want hypo active dog enthusiasts they are nutty enough already. Back to the story anyway when I say are you leaving us some baking she just says you've got hands make it your self.

Another regular occurrence in our house is food basically on display in our pantry because it's saved for special occasions. But we are not allowed to eat it because it's bad for us. Though she finds it fine to let the guests eat it.
Beats me.

But there are a few things that I find reliving about my mum, she doesn't constantly repeat safety rituals. All she said when I got my first air rifle at age 8 was don’t shoot yourself or the tui’s. Also she is kind ... most of the time anyway. And by the time I get sick of her she is of to christchurch for a dog show.

Thanks for listening I hope you enjoyed it and as much as you may hate your mother sometimes you would be lost without her. And that is that.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Jewish Injustice Project

Injustice slide

For the last copple of weeks of term 2 our class topic was about injustice, two friends and I did a slide show about Jews and the holocaust. I knew a bit about WWII and the holocaust but the more I looked into it the more I learnt. The link is above so have a look and I hope you enjoy :)

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

Photo Credit: jameshowardphotography Flickr via Compfight cc

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.