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Friday, 27 November 2015

Life in Naimraria

The soft sand slips into the crevices in between my toes as the water slips in and out of my private bay. Everything is perfect here in Naimararia, I make the rules and nobody disobeys them. No wars, no disagreements, everything is perfect.

Today the gardener is due to visit, and while he's out to try tackle the forest of weeds in the corner and is trying to save my rare Naimararian flowers, I hear a slight rustling from the corner. I hear a pitter patter of tiny feet, following a tiny furry face popped out of the weeds. It was old Nesbit, the neighbours cat. I often play with him. “Hey Nesbit,” I laugh.
“Meow!” Nesbit replies.
I ruffle his fur and walk inside.

I hardly had any sleep last night, something seemed to be nagging at me trying to tell me something but didn't know what. Since then the sky seemed to darken. The sun hid behind the clouds. The clouds started to cry. The summer seemed to have came to a halt so suddenly. Naimararia wasn't the same as it had been on the 28th. It's hardly like the other Naimraria it used to be.

I had a dream, a nightmare the Naimararian monster was back, it was bigger and more powerful than before.
Last time I had a dream like this it caused havoc over all Naimararia, I knew I had to make my move.

Sorry it's been two days and several children have fallen into shock. They have gone pale, frost bite has started to spread over them, I have summoned my Royal wolf pack they shall meet me at the outskirts of Naimraria where the fight will begin. I am taking a plane tomorrow to the "blue zone" where the battle will take place.

I buckled up my seat as my tummy was doing cartwheels. Meanwhile, through the opaque clouds, the little dot of Naimararia floated below me as I glide through the the air on my private jetocopter (half jet half helicopter. In other words a jet with propellers). My half diamond, half gold sword gleamed in front of me as I polished it to perfection.

As we landed the fear overwhelmed me as the icy chill rushed over me. I stepped out of my jetocopter into the "blue battle" zone. The naimrarian monster hovers at the entrance to the gloomy cave. My legs felt like they were going to give way from under me. The Naimrarian monster catches a glimpse of me. I automatically hide behind a rock. I know I shouldn't. But I do. I hide behind a big Boulder. The Monster passes, it's eye gleaming a flaming, sickly yellow, it's mouth agape, showing fierce teeth, ready to slash anything that annoys it. It floats away towards a icicle-pine mountain.

I hate battles. Battles are mean. Battles are awful. But I can't help this battle. I must save Naimraria from the Naimrarian Monster.
I step out from the boulder, ready for anything. My loyal pack of 50 wolves follow me, tongues panting, sharp claws glistening in the weak light of the Naimrarian Monster’s territory. The light here is not the bright sunlight where my castle and beach-house stand, but dusty and sneezy and cold.
I wait for the Naimrarian Monster to appear. I stand. I shiver with cold and fright. I wish a Hot Chocolate would randomly appear in my hand. With a white fluffy on top, and marshmallows. Mmm-mm. I wait for my Hot Chocolate. But it doesn't appear.
Suddenly I hear a roar coming from behind me. A musty, echoey roar, that sounds like it's far away, but it is coming nearer. I can see the shadowy, misty shape of the Naimrarian Monster. Frost grows quickly on everything. A strong, freezing wind rolls around, as the Naimrarian Monster appears.
It floats menacingly into its cave. The frost disappears. The wind stops. I feel terrible. I didn't stand up to the Monster. What should I do? I must save Naimraria! I edge my way slowly into the dark cave…

The cave is dark and I can't see the monster anywhere. My Wolf pack sit patiently at the entrance, waiting for me. I will lead the monster to the entrance where we will all attack. I hope all of us survive.
Suddenly I trip over a piece of string that runs across my path. I trip over, just in time as an arrow from a secret machine launches it at where I had been standing and into the soft dirt wall behind me.
My heart started beating twenty times as fast as it usually does. I had only just missed the arrow.
I kept on walking more carefully until I came to a torch-lit cave.
Suddenly a misty shape, blood dribbling from a huge, open mouth, appears out of nowhere and lunges at me. I scream and sprint as fast as I can down the tunnel, the Monster close on my heels, icy frost growing on my shoes.
I burst out into the open, the Naimrarian Monster roaring and bellowing after me. The wolves leap at him, howling. At once one of them drops down, with frost and ice covering his fur, his eyes wide open like he is petrified.
More wolves fall down, and I manage to see one of them slink behind a boulder, dragging a paw enclosed in ice.
I hold out my diamond-encrusted sword, trembling. The monster turns on me, five wolves falling at its icy feet.
“G-g-go away, you s-silly m-m-monster!” I stutter. The monster must of understood me, for it almost screamed. I yelled and stumbled backwards, tripping. I landed on my back with a thump.
The Monster started floating slowly towards me. There was no escape. All my wolves were gone, and I didn't have a chance against the Monster.
My teeth chattered as frost crept up on me. My limbs went stiff. I was stuck to the ground with hard ice. The Monster was nearly upon me now. I closed my eyes, tight…

The next second I heard howling and screeching. I opened my eyes to see a wolf leaping at the monster, digging its teeth into the monster’s evil eye. The monster screamed, and disappeared into a cloud of warm smoke. A sickly yellow/green puddle rippled where it had been floating. I noticed, only at that moment, that the wolf had its paw inside a block of ice.
It had saved me.
It had saved Naimraria.
And he knew it.

The End.
With the help of Naima and Meredith 

Friday, 30 October 2015


  The old manky wooden posts tangle themselves in wire and shrubs trailing down the dusty hill road. From there the bank slopes down many meters down only with a thin grass blanket to keep the mountain warm.

  The bush below, made of dark green trees, goes down and down with flowers dotted on either side. lines of the dusty track I had used spiralled down the hill to the waves of crashing blue water of Akaroa.

  The t-shaped harbour holds cargo ships and small dinghies, kayaks and jet boats. I swam in there just days ago and want to go again.

Monday, 19 October 2015

Mountain biking in woodend

The wind blows through my hair as my feet push the stiff pedals of the mountain bike on the bumpy dirt path.. The path's gravel stones wobble the tyres as they have done for quite a while but I keep riding. The pines usually wave at me like a little kid waving at their friend who they haven't seen for a while but today they waved like the queen through the back window of her limo gracefully and patiently. The perfume they wear wafts around me like a smell of women's makeup, some love it and others hate it. To me it smells refreshing and I don't want it to go but as we turn the last bend it's time to hop off.  I let out my first yawn as I get ready for bed. First day at woodend so far so good.

Friday, 25 September 2015

Climbing a tree at sunset

    The birds gather in the branches to play their melody for all to hear, under the orange sunset sky where they shall stay till morning. The minty pine scent wafts around the air darting in and out of falling leaves, while the wind whistles a wonderful tune, playing a lullaby duet with the birds. 

    My arm reaches up to the next branch followed by my legs. The bark branch underneath me wobbles in the wind like the ground underneath me in the earthquakes but because the armholes are strong and sturdy this means I won't fall. The rough texture of the bark scrapes my hand but I keep my hands held tight because, as I stand here now, I feel invincible and that nothing can knock me down.

    As I reach the top I spot the apricot sun trail across the misty sky to then disappear from view yet to return in the morning. The cold wind slithers through my hair as it waves in the breeze flowing from side to side.

    I whistle a tune to remind myself the serenity of life is an amazing thing, just as the sun disappears. My stomach growls and calls me in for dinner, as one star shines bright above the rest, the apprentice to the moon hoping to one day take his place.

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

My inquiry reflection term three

On Thursday our whole school went to the city, each performing separate acts. I performed in band three times, in our class twice, once in a group of classes for a big surprise act and in my group of friends once.

All of these performances I performed I believe went incredibly well, even though we only had four weeks to choreograph. The band have had the whole year to practice though, but we did perform two songs.  At my band performance everyone stood up and started dancing which made me feel good and after they congratulated me for my performance.  My highlight of the day was others’ reactions when I performed because I saw lots of smiles and my dance evoked the correct emotions that I was going for.

To involve the audience in these acts we made eye contact, faced our bodies towards them, showed facial expressions and talked towards them. This helped the community connect with me because as I made eye contact with them they felt like I was speaking to them and instantly got hooked and as I showed emotion they by the looks on their faces felt the same. This connection made me proud because they showed the emotion I was aiming for.

I saw children showing manaakitia and taking turns at the piano. I saw a family showing kotahitanga by performing together and singing as one and I saw people's friends being introduced to their parents and grandparents they hadn't met before.Photo by Neil Macbeth 

I will continue to build connections in the arts by, whenever I'm performing for jazz, making sure I make eye contact with the audience and smile at the audience instead of using a sad face in a happy dance.

photo by Neil Macbeth

photo by Neil Macbeth

My speech

I bet you need someone to help you out sometimes.
It's just one of those things that everyone needs. Like a moment when you're scared to do something, but you feel like you could do it, if someone else was with you.  But have had one of  those unexpected times when your someone wasn't there for you, even when you thought they were?

In February, a week before the start of the 2015 school year my mum, my younger brother, my friend and I were stuck in an Auckland traffic jam in deadlock.
We had been in that state for over quarter an hour and were only halfway there.
You're properly wondering where we were going, aren't you, well simply we were going to the most terrifying theme park in the whole of New Zealand! Rainbows end!!!
The ride took forever and when we finally arrived it was already dark!!! Just jokes it was only mid morning it didn't take that long. Roller coasters and multicoloured structures coated the horizon. The highest and most adventurous of them all stood out to me, the one I wanted to go on first was called the fear fall.

So my, courageous, unafraid and determined friend and I went stampeding towards fear fall ready for an thrilling adventure together or so I thought. Each step closer made the ride seem a million metres taller despite this fear, knowing he would be there gave me more courage.

I buckled into the fear fall also known to me as the biggest mistake of my life without checking to see whether my so called courageous friend of mine was on board. The seats lifted higher and higher. The sea in my stomach experienced tidal wave after tidal wave hitting my insides with fury. suddenly it jolted to a stop at the top of the slope, from this height I couldn't quite tell, I think the hair gave it away, I spotted my friend down at the bottom, he had chickened out!

At that split second the ride went plummeting down. All my blood ran to my head, the fear got the better of me. I screamed.

Just to inform you yes I survived, no I didn't wet my pants and yes, in the end I did convince him to go on other smaller rides. I have learnt from this experience to always have confidence in myself and  to have all my buddies’ backs, to be there for them when they are scared, to be their support crew, unless of course they want me to go on the fear fall again.

My soundcloud link to my speech

Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Science reflection

This term we have been learning what makes a good scientist in our local waterways. Scientists need to have many qualities in order to do there job well.
One of these qualities is to be curious. 
I showed this by fixing problems when I bumped into them. I also wondered what would happen if our aquifers got polluted?
Another important quality is to use evidence. If you don't use evidence people won't trust and believe you. We used evidence by measuring the turbidity level to test the health of the stream. When we saw there was no water it gave us another sign of an unhealthy waterway. You can collect evidence by piecing together signs to find an all-round accurate result for all parts of the waterway.
The third handy strategy is seeking feedback. I showed this by asking about my first draft and what I could do to make it more accurate. I made many more drafts in this progress.
Here is my first draft:

In this draft we redesigned the storm water drain with almost accurate measurements.
This is my second draft:

In this draft I attempted at drawing an accurate plan but messed up the measurements of one section because I ran out of space on the paper.
I drew a last and final copy:
In this copy I added in a seating area, a bridge, stepping stones, cabbage trees, tussocks, flax and Manuka . 
To do these I used a struggleometer to try harder improve my score and use more strategies to learn.