Te Ao O Tamaki

Year 10 Courage Writing

2010-09-21T10:46:00.002+12:00

Y10 Students.

You are to read one piece of writing that talks about the idea of 'courage'. It could a newspaper article about someone who has done something brave or it could be a short story that explores that idea of 'courage'.

As soon as you have completed your text you are to write a personal response to the reading. You are to use the following sentence starters and complete them:

This text talks about ....
I liked/disliked this story because ....
A character I liked/disliked was ...
Courage is shown in this text through ...
I believe other people should/shouldn't read this because ...

Make sure you add the Title/Author/Date at the beginning of your comment.

I look forward to reading your posts!

Year 10 Cultural Perspectives - Character Mind Maps.

2010-08-05T10:50:00.002+12:00

Here are some examples of Character Mind Maps from 10PTe.

Year 10 Cultural Perspectives: Boy Overboard - Character Mind Map.

2010-08-05T10:43:00.002+12:00

Character Mind Map.

After looking at the major themes in the novel we are now concentrating on major characters.The students were asked to focus on:

1 major character in the text. Write down the exterior feelings that the character shows in the text.
Write down the interior feelings that the character has but does not show in the text.
Write down the thoughts that the character is thinking in a time of need or crisis.
The students will be reflecting these feelings/thoughts through a Character Mind Map.
They will draw the character and write down the feelings outside the profile of their chosen character.

By doing this, the student's are able to understand the characters in a deeper context.

Here some examples from 10PTe.

Year 9 War & Conflict: Main Themes.

2010-08-02T12:12:00.002+12:00

You are to comment on what you think that main theme is in Braveheart.

When writing your comment you are to comment on:

What you think that major theme is.
What you think being brave means?
When have you been brave?
What does brave look like in the story Braveheart.

Comment below!

Year 9 Term 3 Unit: War & Conflict.

2010-08-02T12:10:00.002+12:00

Year 9 Term 3 Unit: War & Conflict.

This term we will be focussing on War & Conflict. The texts that we will read/view will discuss war or conflict in different situations.

Our first written text is Braveheart. The students will read the text and comment on one major theme that they think is important in the story.

Year 10 Cultural Perspectives: Text 1 - Boy Overboard/Themes

2010-05-18T12:11:00.004+12:00

Write one paragraph on what YOU think is the most important idea in the novel 'Boy Overboard'.

In your paragraph you need to make sure that you follow the Paragraph Structure that we have been working on as a class.

S - statement.
E - explain your statement.
E - example of your statement [quote].
E - explain what your example shows.

By doing this, you will be giving yourself preparation on what to write for your formal essay for the novel.

Work hard and enjoy!

Year 10 Cultural Perspectives Unit: Text 1 - Boy Overboard.

2010-05-18T12:00:00.004+12:00

The novel we are studying as a class is Morries Gleitzman's 'Boy Overboard'.

Boy Overboard is a novel by Australian author Morris Gleitzman. It follows the journey of a family from Afghanistan trying to settle in Australia. Jamal loves playing football, which isn't easy if your goalie only has one leg and you keep having to dodge landmines to get your ball back. Jamal's stubborn little sister Bibi is even better at football than Jamal. But girls playing football is against the law in Afganistan. When it is discovered that Jamal's mother has been secretly running a school, the family must leave their home immediately and begin a long and dangerous journey to Australia. The children survive separation from their parents, hunger, and violent smugglers only to find that Australia isn't as welcoming as they had thought but, even though they face an uncertain future, Jamal, Bibi and their parents know that as long as they are together, that is all that matters.

We will be focusing on identifying and discussions the important:

Characters

Themes

from the text, looking for quotes that help to show what the character or themes mean.

Year 10: Term 2 Unit - Cultural Perspectives.

2010-05-18T11:43:00.004+12:00

This Term 10PTe will be focusing on Cultural Perspectives. We will be looking a range of texts, both visual and written texts, that all show a different perspective of culture and what it is and what it means in the world.

The Common Assessment Tasks we will be working towards this term are:

Static Image.
Formal Essay.

Hope that you enjoy Cultural Perspectives!

Year 9 Fairytale Unit: Text 2 - The Ant Bully/Themes.

2010-05-13T16:02:00.004+12:00

One of the main ideas in 'The Ant Bully' is bullying. Read the short excerpt on bullying below and write a comment. Your comment must be a personal response stating:

What this excerpt made you think about.

What part did you agree with/why.

What part did you disagree with/why.

How does this relate to the characters in The Ant Bully.

Bully Article:

Bullying is bad practice for society, commonly found in public gathering places such as on streets, schools, homes, and work places. The reason for mainly someone being bullied is based on their appearance, race or skin colour. There is verbal and physical bullying which can both hurt a person(s).

While bullies often try to deny what they've done by saying 'it was only a joke', the truth is they mean it to hurt and it often does. Sometimes there can be physical harm, but there can also be psychological harm to people being bullied

They can be so depressed they actually become ill

Their self esteem can be really low

They can become shy and withdrawn

They can develop physical complaints, like constant stomach aches and headaches, which are brought on by stress

The kind of bullying that seems to cause the most stress is rumour mongering

Fear and anxiety can make someone being bullied truant from school

Bullying hurts. It makes you scared and upset. It can make you so worried that you can't work well at school. Some children have told us they have skipped school to get away from it. It can make you feel that you are no good, that there is something wrong with you. Bullies can make you feel that it's your fault.

Year 9 Fairytale Unit: Text 2 - The Ant Bully

2010-05-13T15:41:00.006+12:00

Term 2 Novel Study: The Ant Bully.

As part of our Fairytale Unit, 9KTf are currently reading their novel for Term 2, The Ant Bully.

We discussed the typical conventions of fairytale stories such as:

Heroes
Advisers
Helpers
Enemies
Victims
Villians
Happy Endings
Dreams
Wishing

With "The Ant Bully", we found that the main hero in the story does not follow the conventional framework that most heroes do in fairytales. Instead it is the complete opposite.

A kid who hates ants finds himself living among the six-legged critters in this computer-animated comedy-adventure. Lucas Nickle is a ten-year-old boy whose family has just moved to a new town, and Lucas isn't enjoying it much -- he hasn't made any friends yet, his big sister ignores him, his parents are occupied with their upcoming vacation in Mexico, and his loving but slightly crazy grandmother is convinced space aliens are casing out the neighborhood.

To make matters worse, the local bully has found Lucas and is making his life miserable, so the boy looks for someone he can push around -- and he soon finds a large colony of ants in his yard. Lucas takes out his frustrations by stomping, drowning, and burying the bugs, little realizing the ants see him as a threat to their safety and aren't about take his attacks lying down. Zoc is a "wizard ant" who creates a formula that shrinks Lucas to the size of an insect, and the tiny boy is brought before the leader of the Ant Council and the Queen of the Colony to answer for his crimes against the ants.

Showing compassion, the queen sentences Lucas not to death, but to live among them and see how difficult their circumstances can be. Nurse Ant Hova is put in charge of looking after Lucas, and with the help of Scout Fugax and Forager Kreela, Lucas gets an eye-opening picture of how the other half lives -- just in time for Lucas to help the ants in an all-out battle against Stan a pest-control man brought in to get rid of the bugs.

As part of 9KTf's novel study for Term 2 we will look at the following points:

Character
Plot
Theme

We will particularly focus on the theme of 'bullying'. The students will write their own personal response to bullying based on texts that they will read.

Year 9 Fairytale Unit: Cinderella Group 4.

2010-05-07T12:15:00.003+12:00

Group 4:
Sean, Sosefo & Tai.

Write a list of alternative endings that you would use if you were to write the final part of Cinderella.

She has a fairy god father who grants her wishes and grants her wish to get married to the prince.
Cinderella and the Prince happily live ever after in Glen Innes.
Cinderella and the Prince live happily in their castle and the step sisters have to clean the castle and clean all the lentil/peas.

Year 9 Fairytale Unit: Cinderella Group 3

2010-05-07T10:41:00.002+12:00

Group 3:
Taverio, Cruz & Aifeleti.

Draw a chart showing the differences and similarities in the text.

Cinderella I have read/seen/heard before.
Differences.
Cinderella has a fairy god mother.
Cinderella scrubs the floor.
Her slipper is glass.
Her step mother and sisters make her clean.
Cinderella goes to the ball in a pumpkin.
She has mice that help her.

Cinderella I read in class today.
Differences.
Cinderella has to shake a tree to get her wishes made.
She cleans lentils and peas.
Her slipper is gold.
She has to groom her step sisters.
She magically appears at the ball.
Pigeons help her get ready for the ball.

Year 9 Fairytale Unit: Cinderella Group 2.

2010-05-07T10:33:00.002+12:00

Group 2:
Seneti, Mareta, Shardi & Taniesha.

Overall reaction to the story:

We felt that this version of Cinderella was really different. For starters, the story does not explain where or how her father leaves. The step mother and sisters make her sort lentils and peas, whereas in the older story she has to scrub the floors. This story was also really weird because she had to shake a tree and chant to it, so that she can get her dreams fulfilled. Another part of the story that was different was how the step sisters cut and damaged their feet just to fit a shoe. This was weird because it showed how desperate they were just for love. Overall this version of Cinderella was different and really weird.

Year 9 Fairytale Unit: Cinderella Group 1.

2010-05-07T10:21:00.002+12:00

Group 1:
Eli, Laykin, Chris & Tevita.

Things that we found unusual from the text were:

In the class version, Cinderella sleeping on the ashes, in the old story she slept on the floor.
In the class version, Cinderella had to sort the lentils into a good pile and a bad pile. In the old story she only had to clean up.
In the class version, she had to shake a tree in order to get her wishes. In the old story she has a fairy god-mother who helps her.
In the class version, her older step sisters cut their toes off to fit into the shoe. In the old story, the sisters do not cut their toes when they find out that the shoe is too small for them.

Year 9 Fairytale Unit: Cinderella Group Work.

2010-05-07T08:59:00.000+12:00

Cinderella Group Work

In your group

Choose someone to record your group’s findings
Read the story aloud together – note down anything unusual as you go
Discuss your overall reaction to the story
Draw up a chart of similarities and differences to the Cinderella version that you are familiar with
Be ready to report back to the class – your spokesperson will be chosen at random, so every member of your group must be prepared to share the findings

Year 9 Fairytale Unit: Text 1 - Cinderella.

2010-05-06T15:57:00.003+12:00

Read this version of Cinderella.

Cinderella
Germany (Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm)
Once upon a time there was a rich man who lived happily for a long time with his wife. Together they had a single daughter. Then the woman became ill, and when she was lying on her deathbed, she called her daughter to her side, and said, "Dear child, I must leave you now, but I will look down on you from heaven. Plant a little tree on my grave, and when you want something, just shake the tree, and you shall get what you want. I will help you in time of need. Just remain pious and good." Then she closed her eyes and died. The child cried, and planted a little tree on her mother's grave. She did not need to carry any water to it, because her tears provided all the water that it needed.
The snow fell over the mother's grave like a white cloth; then after the sun had retired from it a second time, and the little tree had become green a second time, the man took another wife.
The stepmother already had two daughters by her first husband. They were beautiful to look at, but in their hearts they were proud, arrogant, and evil. After the wedding was over, the three moved into the man's house, and times grew very bad for his poor child.
"What is that useless creature doing in the best room?" asked the stepmother. "Away to the kitchen with her! And if she wants to eat, then she must earn it. She can be our maid."
Her stepsisters took her dresses away from her and made her wear an old gray skirt. "That is good enough for you!" they said, making fun of her and leading her into the kitchen. Then the poor child had to do the most difficult work. She had to get up before sunrise, carry water, make the fire, cook, and wash. To add to her misery, her stepsisters ridiculed her and then scattered peas and lentils into the ashes, and she had to spend the whole day sorting them out again. At night when she was tired, there was no bed for her to sleep in, but she had to lie down next to the hearth in the ashes. Because she was always dirty with ashes and dust, they gave her the name Cinderella.
The time came when the king announced a ball. It was to last, in all splendor, for three days, and there his son, the prince, would choose a wife for himself. The two proud sisters were invited. "Cinderella," they cried, "Come here. Comb our hair. Brush our shoes, and tighten our laces. We are going to the prince's ball."
Cinderella did the best that she could, but they rewarded her only with curses. When they were ready, they said with scorn, "Cinderella, wouldn't you like to go to the ball?"
"Oh, yes. But how can I go? I don't have a dress."
"No," said the oldest one, "and we would be ashamed if you were to be seen there, and people learned that you are our sister. You belong in the kitchen. Here is a basin of lentils. Sort the good ones from the bad ones, and if there is a single bad one in the lot when we return, you can expect the worst."
With that, they left. Cinderella stood and watched until she could no longer see them. Then she sadly went into the kitchen and spread the lentils out over the hearth. There was a very, very large pile of them. "Oh," she said with a sigh. "I'll have to sit here sorting lentils until midnight, and I can't close my eyes, no matter how much they hurt. If only my mother knew about this!"
She kneeled down in the ashes next to the hearth and was about to begin her work when two white pigeons flew in through the window. They lit on the hearth next to the lentils. Nodding their heads, they said, "Cinderella, do you want us to help you sort the lentils?"
"Yes," she answered:
The bad ones go into your crop,The good ones go into the pot.
And peck, peck, peck, peck, they started at once, eating up the bad ones and leaving the good ones lying. In only a quarter of an hour there was not a single bad lentil among the good ones, and she brushed them all into the pot.
Then the pigeons said to her, "Cinderella, if you would like to see your sisters dancing with the prince, just climb up to the pigeon roost." She followed them and climbed to the top rung of the ladder to the pigeon roost. There she could see into the hall, and she saw her sisters dancing with the prince. Everything glistened by the glow of a thousand lights. After she had seen enough, she climbed back down. With a heavy heart she lay down in the ashes and fell asleep.
The next morning the two sisters came to the kitchen. They were angry when they saw that she had sorted the lentils, for they wanted to scold her. Because they could not, they began telling her about the ball. They said, "Cinderella, it was so grand at the ball. The prince, who is the best looking man in the whole world, escorted us, and he is going to choose one of us to be his wife."
"Yes," said Cinderella, "I saw the glistening lights. It must have been magnificent."
"Now just how did you do that?" asked the oldest one.
"By standing up there on the pigeon roost."
When she heard this, her envy drove her to have the pigeon roost torn down immediately.
Cinderella had to comb their hair and get them ready again. The youngest sister, who had a little sympathy in her heart, said, "Cinderella, when it gets dark you can go and look through the windows from the outside."
"No!" said the oldest one. "That would only make her lazy. Here is a sackful of seeds. Sort the good ones from the bad ones, and do it well. If tomorrow there are any bad ones in the lot, then I will dump the whole sackful into the ashes, and you will have to go without eating until you have picked them all out again."
Cinderella sadly sat down on the hearth and spread out the seeds. The pigeons flew in again, and said, "Cinderella, do you want us to help you sort the seeds?"
"Yes," she answered:
The bad ones go into your crop,The good ones go into the pot.
Peck, peck, peck, peck, it went as fast as if twelve hands were at work. When they were finished, the pigeons said, "Cinderella, would you like to go dancing at the ball?"
"Oh, my goodness," she said, "how could I go in these dirty clothes?"
"Just go to the little tree on your mother's grave, shake it, and wish yourself some beautiful clothes. But come back before midnight."
So Cinderella went and shook the little tree, and said:
Shake yourself, shake yourself, little tree.Throw some nice clothing down to me!
She had scarcely spoken these words when a splendid silver dress fell down before her. With it were pearls, silk stockings with silver decorations, silver slippers, and everything else that she needed. Cinderella carried it all home. After she had washed herself and put on the beautiful clothing, she was as beautiful as a rose washed in dew. She went to the front door, and there was a carriage with six black horses all decorated with feathers, and servants dressed in blue and silver. They helped her into the carriage, and away they galloped to the king's castle.
The prince saw the carriage stop before the gate, and thought that a foreign princess was arriving. He himself walked down the steps, helped Cinderella out, and escorted her into the hall. Many thousand lights shone upon her, and she was so beautiful that everyone there was amazed. The sisters stood there, angry that someone was more beautiful than they were, but they had no idea that it was Cinderella, who they thought was lying at home in the ashes. The prince danced with Cinderella and paid her every royal honor. He thought to himself, "I am supposed to choose myself a bride. I will have no one but her."
However long she had suffered in ashes and sorrow, Cinderella was now living in splendor and joy. As midnight approached, before the clock struck twelve, she stood up, bowed, and said that she had to go, in spite of the prince's requests for her to stay. The prince escorted her out. Her carriage stood there waiting for her. And she rode away just as splendidly as she had come.
Back at home, Cinderella returned to the tree on her mother's grave, and said:
Shake yourself, shake yourself, little tree!Take the clothing back from me!
The tree took back the clothes. Cinderella put on her old ash-dress again, went home, dirtied her face, and lay down in the ashes to sleep.
The next morning the two sisters came in looking out of sorts, and without saying a word. Cinderella said, "Did you have a good time yesterday evening?"
"No. A princess was there who danced with the prince almost the whole time, but no one knew who she was nor where she came from."
"Was she the one in the splendid carriage drawn by six black horses?" asked Cinderella.
"How did you know that?"
"I was standing in the front door when she rode by the house."
"In the future do not leave your work," said the oldest one, giving Cinderella an evil look. "What were you doing, standing in the front door?"
Cinderella had to get her sisters ready a third time. Her reward was a basin filled with peas, which she was supposed to sort. "And do not dare to leave your work," shouted the oldest one, as she was leaving.
Cinderella thought, "If only my pigeons will come again," and her heart beat a little faster. The pigeons did come, just as they had the evening before, and said, "Cinderella, would you like us to help you sort the peas."
"Yes," she said:
The bad ones go into your crop,The good ones go into the pot.
Once again the pigeons picked out the bad ones, and soon they were finished. Then they said, "Cinderella, shake the little tree, and it will throw down even more beautiful clothes. Go to the ball, but be careful to come back before midnight." Cinderella went and said:
Shake yourself, shake yourself, little tree.Throw some nice clothing down to me!
Then a dress fell down that was even more magnificent and more splendid than the other one, made entirely of gold and precious stones. With it were stockings decorated with gold, and slippers made of gold. Cinderella put them on, and she glistened like the sun at midday. A carriage with six white horses pulled up at the door. The horses had tall white plumes on their heads, and the servants were dressed in red and gold.
When Cinderella arrived, the prince was waiting for her at the stairway. He escorted her into the hall. If everyone had been astounded at her beauty yesterday, today they were even more astounded. The sisters stood in the corner, pale with envy. If they had known that this was Cinderella, who they thought was at home lying in the ashes, they would have died of jealousy.
The prince wanted to know who the foreign princess was, where she was from, and where she was going. He placed his people in the street to keep watch. To prevent her from running away so fast, he had the stairway covered with pitch. Cinderella danced with the prince again and again. Filled with joy, she did not think about midnight. Suddenly, in the middle of a dance, she heard the clock strike. She suddenly remembered what the pigeons had warned her. Frightened, she rushed to the door and ran down the stairs. Because they were covered with pitch, one of her golden slippers stuck fast, and in her fear she did not think to pick it up. She reached the last step just as the clock struck twelve. The carriage and the horses disappeared, and Cinderella was left standing there in the dark street dressed in her ash-clothes.
The prince had rushed after her. He found the golden slipper on the stairway, pulled it loose, and picked it up. But by the time he arrived below, she had disappeared. The people whom he had ordered to keep watch came and said that they had seen nothing.
Cinderella was glad that it had not been worse. She returned home, lit her simple oil lamp, hung it in the chimney, and lay down in the ashes. Before long the two sisters returned, and called out, "Cinderella, get up and light the way for us."
Cinderella yawned and acted as though she had been asleep. While lighting their way, she heard one of them say, "God knows who the cursed princess is. I wish that she were lying beneath the earth! The prince danced only with her, and after she left, he did not want to stay any longer, and the whole party came to an end."
"It was as though they suddenly blew out all the lights," said the other one. Cinderella knew exactly who the foreign princess was, but she did not say a word.
Now the prince decided that since nothing else had succeeded, he would let the slipper help him find his bride. He had it proclaimed that he would marry the person whose foot fit the golden slipper. But it was too small for everyone. Indeed, some could not have gotten their foot inside, if it had been twice as large. Finally it came time for the two sisters to try on the slipper. They were happy, for they had small, beautiful feet, and each one believed that she could not fail. "If only the prince would come here sooner!" they thought.
"Listen," said the mother secretly. "Take this knife, and if the slipper is too tight, just cut off part of your foot. It will hurt a little, but what harm is that? The pain will soon pass, and then one of you will be queen." Then the oldest one went to her bedroom and tried on the slipper. The front of her foot went in, but her heel was too large, so she took the knife and cut part of it off, so she could force her foot into the slipper. Then she went out to the prince, and when he saw that she was wearing the slipper, he said that she was to be his bride. He escorted her to his carriage and was going to drive away with her. When he arrived at the gate, the two pigeons were perched above, and they called out:
Rook di goo, rook di goo!There's blood in the shoe.The shoe is too tight,This bride is not right!
The prince bent over and looked at the slipper. Blood was streaming from it. He saw that he had been deceived, and he took the false bride back.
The mother then said to her second daughter, "Take the slipper, and if it is too short for you, then cut off your toes." So she took the slipper into her bedroom, and because her foot was too long, she bit her teeth together, and cut off a large part of her toes, then quickly pulled on the slipper. When she stepped out wearing it, the prince thought that she was the right one, and wanted to ride away with her. But when they came to the gate, the pigeons again called out:
Rook di goo, rook di goo!There's blood in the shoe.The shoe is too tight,This bride is not right!
The prince looked down and saw that her white stockings were stained red, and that blood and had come up high on them. The prince took her back to her mother and said, "She is not the right bride either. Is there not another daughter here in this house?"
"No," said the mother. "There is only a dirty cinder girl here. She is sitting down there in the ashes. The slipper would never fit her." She did not want to call her, but the prince insisted. So they called Cinderella, and when she heard that the prince was there, she quickly washed her hands and face. She stepped into the best room and bowed. The prince handed her the golden slipper, and said, "Try it on. If it fits you, you shall be my wife." She pulled the heavy shoe from her left foot, then put her foot into the slipper, pushing ever so slightly. It fit as if it had been poured over her foot. As she straightened herself up, she looked into the prince's face, and he recognized her as the beautiful princess. He cried out, "This is the right bride." The stepmother and the two proud sisters turned pale with horror. The prince escorted Cinderella away. He helped her into his carriage, and as they rode through the gate, the pigeons called out:
Rook di goo, rook di goo!No blood's in the shoe.The shoe's not too tight,This bride is right!

Year 9: Term 2 Unit - Fairytales.

2010-05-06T15:25:00.005+12:00

Welcome to Term 2 Year 9's.

This term we will focus on Fairytales. We will be studying various fairytales, focusing on:

* comparing traditional fairytales to modern adpatations.

* the conventions of fairytales.

* analyse characters, plot, setting & themes.

This term you will be assessed on the following:

* essay based on a text.

* static image based on the film we watch in class.

Have fun this term with fairytales! Awesome.

Search for my tongue

2009-06-11T15:56:00.000+12:00

We wrote poems based on Sujatta Bhatt's Search for my tongue.

What’s wrong with my tongue.

I’m a prisoner of my tongue,
That I can’t control.
Maybe if my tongue was gone
Then I might have a higher chance of parole.
Words come out of my mouth not knowing if it could hurt somebody.
Fell free to roll your tongue at me.
It’s not my fault, that’s my tongue's habit.

By David

Search for my tongue - John Stowers

2009-06-11T15:54:00.002+12:00

We wrote poems based on Sujatta Bhatt's Search for my tongue.

My Tongue

My tongue is a useful sword
I try to say good things but there not worthy of the lord
I try to stop but it is belated
Out comes your dad's head looks inflated
Now I can’t take those words back
That’s how powerful a tongue is and that’s a fact
I have made a beautiful girl cry
If I can’t take it back I might as well die!

By John Stowers

Search for my tongue

2009-06-11T15:52:00.001+12:00

We wrote poems inspired by Sujatta Bhatt's Search for my tongue

Finding my tongue
Is like my tongue is running away
It would take me
Minutes, hours, or a day
Searching for my tongue
Is like searching for my main languages
And eating with with no taste of sandwiches
My tongue feeling lonely and sad
I’m going to replace it
And it is going to get mad.

Stranz

Search for my tongue

2009-06-11T15:42:00.002+12:00

10 TFe are studying spoken word poetry. As part of this, we are looking at a range of poems that have been written to perform. We watched the poem Search for my Tongue and discussed the imagery used in it to convey the feeling of someone losing their language. The video is from the BBC website, as this poem is taught as part of the GSCE course in the UK.

We used the following poem by Sujatta Bhatt as inspiration for our own poems with the same title.

Click here to watch the animation.

Here is a copy of the text.

New Work on Glogster.... David Lolohea

2009-05-17T09:09:00.000+12:00

New Work on Glogster.... Kolotita Manu

2009-05-17T09:06:00.000+12:00

New Work on Glogster.... Pelenaise Moala

2009-05-17T09:04:00.000+12:00

New Work on Glogster.... Deborah Natua

2009-05-17T08:47:00.007+12:00

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:44:00.000+12:00

Sonnet 3

It was a hot summers day when I caught his eye
He was standing there with his charming smile.
He looked back at me and started to cry
Because he realised that I was soon to die.
Without his love where would I be?
I wouldn’t be able to stand alone
His diets, his training, his low cheap fee
He says I’m not fat it’s my big bones.
I tried to go for a run
But my heart stopped me
He made me think that this would be fun
But I think he dies literally.
He made me change all of my moods
But then I realised I’m in love with a lot of foods.

Charlee McQuade

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:43:00.000+12:00

Deaf White Cat

Her eyes shine bright with coldness and sunlight
No sound can be heard by her soft white ear
She roams the street with wet white paws at night
Silence surrounds her with nothing to fear
Her coat of fur is as white as the snow
Its meow is not a roar nor a squeak
Now where is her owner? She does not know.
Her delicate paws allow her to sneak.
She sits on the road not knowing the danger
Such beautiful eyes, ice blue and thick gold
Fed a lot by a kind-hearted stranger
No one will know if she is young or old
Her fur is so matted, she is not tamed
Here’s an idea, let’s call her no name.

Jamillah Falanitule

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:41:00.001+12:00

Sonnet

Look at her hair blowing finely in the wind
She stands as a goddess, so strong and bold
Staring back at me with her eyes so thin
Giving me a chill, leaving my heart so cold.
Her charming smile so sweet to me
Her alarming laugh is like a little girl
It is a shame that she doesn’t notice me
I wish she would look at me with her beautiful pearls.
As she passes by she leaves back her secret
I take one look but no response from her
I want to have her by ourselves in a tent
When we’re in class I see she’s “duh”
But then I realise that this is not love
My true one will be sent from above.

Shalom Ngaro

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:40:00.001+12:00

Alvina’s Sonnet

I love you, although it’s hard to show
When you are gone my heart is so weary
You are there when I am cold and low
I love you even if you are hairy
You feel so soft almost like a pillow
You grow on me like apples grow on trees
Without me in your life you are hollow
But as summer comes I wish to be free
From your clinginess towards my body.
I know someday I would get so lonely
And if I see you in the town lobby
Wrapped around another, I’ll cry loudly
Because winter returns so very quick
Oh my jersey, you make me look so slick.

Alvina Pau’uvale

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:39:00.001+12:00

Nature

Over the horizon I see the sun
Slowly setting into a sea of pink
I slowly deliberate if I run
If it only began to slowly sink
I am enamoured by nature’s soft sounds
How it is a never ending score to my life
Birds chirp the most beautiful sweet sounds
But reality cuts like a knife.
It is around like a rush of sweet air
Like a piece of furniture or green trees.
But seemingly it doesn’t seem like it’s clear
And it frees me into the still breeze
Of the still, dull, sombre night.

Marama Vea

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:37:00.000+12:00

Sonnet 2

I thought what we had was unbreakable,
Love so strong it couldn’t be broken.
Like the kind in the stories and fairytales
Both written and spoken.

Our love was like the ocean which goes down deep
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so down and blue
Our love was like a rose, whose beauty you wanted to keep
The love that could only be shared by you.
I thought we couldn’t live a life together
With a long never ending love for each other
But when you said it wouldn’t be forever
I just couldn’t replace you with any other.
So why did you go and throw my love away?
Why couldn’t you just keep it and stay?

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:36:00.000+12:00

Sonnet 1

The dreadful awakenings in the morning
The repeating days just seem to go by
The piercing light comes on without warning
Sometimes, I just wish those days would all die.
Planning to fail, failing to plan
Forgetting about the long boring notes
The passing of time seems to hurt my hand
The burning ashes of work, seems to float
Without a collar, without any life
So, what is the difference after all?
Without this he’ll have no job, no life.
The teachers, the seem to be appalled
Sometimes I’ll be away day dreaming
Damn it! Wake up! It’s the dead school screaming.

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:35:00.000+12:00

Tonga’s Sonnet

The changing face of the moon
Reminds me of our love
It floats away like a balloon
Then flies back to me like a dove.

Like the disguised meaning of lyrics in a song,
Or the things that humans cannot see
My love for you will live for long
And forever will grow like a tree.

Like the speckles of light when dawn is breaking,
Your beauty and mystique can’t be described.
And although my heart seems to be aching,
I will survive on the love you’ve prescribed.

I give you my heart as you have given yours.
Together we shall walk through heaven’s doors.

Tonga Tukia

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:33:00.000+12:00

James’ Sonnet

The reason no one will find the feelings
that I cannot hide, down deeply inside,
Was your eyes. Showed forever appealing,
When the moment I saw your tears, my bride.
Could never forget that late September
I’ve seen you before, I wasn’t so sure.
You were the cold one now I remember,
Alone, you look at skies, showing love is pure

I see love; it is patient and is kind
Our love passes by. Peaceful and delight
It’s like the wind; you feel it but is blind.
Our love is rare, brighter than the day light

We see, we walk into the bright beam shine
I want you; love you, because you are mine

James Matavao

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:32:00.000+12:00

Yes

The black starry sky sheds vague little light
The cold crisp air caresses her rosy cheeks
But before her was an awesome sight
He had been thinking, planning all week.
Rose petals, hundreds, covering the ground
And 300 candles, one for each day
300 days since their love had been found
They both knew each other is their own fate.
Her heart was beating eccentrically fast
He took out a small, velour black square
She and him knew that forever they would last
He smiled at her, all she did was stare
He slowly got down onto his left knee
Parted his lips and said “Baby, marry me?”

Emilou Hohaia

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:30:00.001+12:00

Ashleigh’s Sonnet

I thought what we had was true
But then you went and proved me wrong
And left me feeling ever so blue
Replaying every depressing love song.
I really want to hurt you and make you pay
But even if I did it wouldn’t change a thing
Because you’re like a Leopard, you will stay the same way
And there you go off again, having another fling.
Your name makes my face blank and makes my heart sink
I hope every night as you sleep, you have nightmares
But karma will get you, so take a moment have a think
And when you see my face and it gives you a scare
‘cos this should remind you , your useless and insecure
And to your sickness, there is no cure.

Asheligh Vilione-Palalangi

Year 11 Sonnets

2009-05-17T08:28:00.001+12:00

As part of our study of poems, our class has been studying sonnets and we have come up with our own. We are studying poetry because it is part of our reading assessment and is helping us learn how to read poetry for our external exam at the end of the year. We read My mistress’s eyes by William Shakespeare and XLIII by Elizabeth Barret Browning from her series Sonnets from the Portuguese.

While the sonnet traditionally follows a strict rhythm or 10 syllables per line (iambic pentameter), some students chose to only follow the rhyme scheme- ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. We were able to choose our topics.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

XLIII

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

-From Sonnets from the Portuguese,
Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861)

Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - Johnny Cade

2009-04-09T10:50:00.001+12:00

As part of our novel study of The Outsiders, groups of students prepared seminars on various characters. They had had to write a script and prepare their presentation in three hours. This was not for assessment purposes, but will help inform their essay writing for the external exams.

Here is the presentation for the Johnny Cade character...

Thomas Cade presentation

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Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - Shalom

2009-04-07T11:30:00.000+12:00

Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - Nga

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Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - James

2009-04-07T10:00:00.001+12:00

Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - Helena

2009-04-07T09:00:00.000+12:00

Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - CJ

2009-04-07T08:00:00.000+12:00

Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Kolotita Manu

2009-04-06T16:00:00.000+12:00

Glen Innes Friday Night

It’s cold and freezing
I’m lying in bed
Thinking of what I had done
Knowing that it was wrong.

Year 10 Poetry - Porirua Friday Night - Julia Popi

2009-04-06T12:00:00.000+12:00

Glen Innes Friday Night

It’s dark in GI
And there’s no one to find
On Friday nights
They party all night

People are drunk
From drinking too much
I think she’s in love
With herself for being alone.

She laughs really quiet and talks to herself.
Cars driving by make lots of noise.

Year 10 Poetry - Porirua Friday Night - David Lolohea

2009-04-06T08:00:00.000+12:00

Glenn Innes Friday Night

As Thursday finishes
Friday nights begin.
Party spirits are huge.

Girls makeup with boys and other guys
Suddenly the cops arrive
Violence hits the maximum
Family members visit the hospital the very next day.

Year 10 Poetry - Porirua Friday Night

2009-04-05T22:00:00.000+12:00

10 TFe read Porirua Friday Night by New Zealand performance poet Sam Hunt. We then wrote our own poems about Friday nights where we lived.

Here is the original poem...

Porirua Friday Night

Acne blossoms scarlet on their cheeks,
These kids up Prirua East…
Pinned across this young girl’s breast
A name tag on a supermarket badge;
A city-sky blue smock.
Her face unclenches like a fist.

Fourteen when I met her firat
A year ago, she’s now left school,
Going with the boy
She hopes will marry her next year.
I asked her if she found it hard
Working in the store these Friday nights
When friends are on the town.

She never heard:
But went on, rather, talking of
The house her man had put
A first deposit on
And what it’s like to be in love.

Sam Hunt

Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Stranz

2009-04-05T10:46:00.001+12:00

During our study of the plague the students were required to complete a visual task. The students were given a range of options. These included public health posters , medicine bottles and newspaper covers. Here are some of their creations.

Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Kolotita

2009-04-05T10:44:00.001+12:00

Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Jonathan

2009-04-05T10:42:00.002+12:00

Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Deborah

2009-04-05T10:36:00.002+12:00

Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Eulogies

2009-04-03T08:00:00.000+13:00

During our study of the Plague in English class, we looked at different types of writing. We discussed eulogies- speeches to be used at funerals. The students wrote eulogies for imaginary friends or family members. Here are some samples of the work we did.

Chris...

We are gathered here today in sadness and in respect of the death of Viliami Vuna Stowers. To be honest, there is nothing in this world that could describe my dear brother Viliami. Viliami was a person who didn’t like going out but instead he liked staying home with my mum and dad.

In the books of Matthew chapter 7 verse 1 to 3 say’s “Judge not, that you be not judge. For with what judgement you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you. And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your eye.”

This verse was Viliami’s favourite bible verse. Viliami was a very bright delightful young man. One day he came up to me and said "If I die, would you care?” Taking those words in was very emotional.
Just a moment before the day he passed away, he said to me "Would you?” I started to tell him how much I would care if he died but I didn't have the chance to, he was gone.

The doctors discovered why he past away. They discovered that Viliami had a flu called the bubonic plague, also known as the black death.

The bubonic plague is an infection of the lymphatic system, usually resulting from the bite of an infected flea. The fleas are often found on rodents, such as rats, and seek out other prey when their rodent hosts die. Once established, bacteria rapidly spread to the lymph nodes and multiply. Yesinia pestis can resist phagocytosis and even reproduce inside phagocytes and kill them.

My last words to my brother is ”May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”

Rest in Peace...

Siua ...

Speech

I remember when me and Strance were little kids we use to play pranks on everyone but he used to love my mum. He honestly fell in love with her. It was funny because he fell in love with a old lady. Now that my best friend Strance is gone I don’t know what to do I miss you Strance but we will see each other soon enough.

BIBLE VERSE-JOHN 11:25,26
WHO EVER BELIEVES IN JESUS CHRIST SHALL NOT DIE BUT HAVE EVER LASTING LIFE

SONG – AMAZING GRACE

Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Shilo

2009-04-02T20:17:00.000+13:00

Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Monica

2009-04-02T20:14:00.002+13:00

10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.

I woke up one rainy morning and heard someone coughing badly so I shouted, “who is that coughing out there?” my mother replied, “It’s me son I have caught the plague.” Oh no I thought to myself. So I quickly got out of bed and slowly opened the door I peeked thought and saw mother in one corner of the lounge.

Suddenly I ran quickly to the bath shower and scrubbed myself before I caught the plague and then quickly got changed and covered my face thoroughly.

I slowly opened the front door and saw people dieing, people coughing, and others dragging dead bodies to the pyre to get the disease to stop spreading.

I shut the door tightly and ran to mum. I told her that everything will be ok. Quietly she said, “No. There is no way you can get rid of the disease.” I said, “Yes! There is man who knows many things about disease and knows the special ingredients to get rid of it. I shall find him.”

Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Kolotita

2009-04-02T20:12:00.000+13:00

10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.

Early this morning I heard someone scream from down stairs. I got up and walked down stairs into the living room where I saw my family laying on each other dead. Crying, I looked at my mum covered with sores .It got scary. I ran out to call for help, but I saw no one in sight. So I ran to my uncle’s house yelling for help. (It wasn’t that far from home.)I ran inside and started crying. He asked me what had happened. I told him everything. He told me to get in the car. We went back to my house. He got out and told me stay in the car. I went under the blanket and started to cry even more. I got up to take a look and my house was on fire. I slowly got out of the car pouring with tears as I watched my house burn to the ground. I just couldn’t believe it. All those great times growing up with my family at home were all gone. All I had left are my memories. After that my uncle told me every thing about this disease. It was called the Plague.

Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Kilesa

2009-04-02T20:10:00.001+13:00

10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.

My Plague Story
Steven Lotto was at home when the disease came into town. He was watching television with his dad until he heard crying. He told his dad and his dad ran outside to see if those people were okay. Steven’s dad saw a little girl and a boy crying in the streets for their mum, and all Steven’s dad could see was that she had collapsed and had sores all over her face. He dragged her into his house and said to Steven ,“Son can you get me a couple of blankets, a bottle of water and a pillow please.” Steven ran and got what his father told him to get. Steven’s dad tried very hard too bring back the little girl and boy’s mother. But she died. Stevens dad was very sad and he knew he had too tell the little girl and boy that their mother had died. He was so sad and he knew he had to put the body some where. He didn’t know where to put the body so he burnt it in the back of his house. As he was burning the body Steven’s dad told Steven to take the little boy and girl inside so he could burn the body. He did. When Steven’s dad had finished burning the body he told the little girl and boy that their mother had died. And they both started crying. And all Steven’s dad could think about was the little girl and boy.

Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Jonathan

2009-04-02T20:08:00.001+13:00

Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Chris

2009-04-02T20:04:00.001+13:00

10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.

“Bang” goes the gun shots, killing the digs and cats. The scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. The plague is the main cause for animal’s dying-not just animals but also humans like me. One by one dying in their own tracks, we were trying to escape but it was too late. The Plague had already taken over. Killing us like shattered boiling rocks falling onto our bodies.

Tip is a hero, but a much unknown one. “I am a hero, above all heroes”, yelled out Tips. Tips was once caught by the Plague but also outlived it. He once told me that when the Plague infected him, it was the most painful moments he’d ever felt in his whole entire life. He once again got caught by the Plague but is still trying to survive.He cried after looking over to his granddad. He was covered in red spots called rashes.

What the flea could do to you is it spreads rat blood into your body and what the blood does to you is it spreads. You suddenly start t0 get rashes which turn into boils and you become very sick and unfortunately most of the people die. A doctor also known as a medic was one of the reasons why people survived the Plague.

Visual representations of The Outsiders and Strictly Ballroom.

2008-10-13T18:31:00.004+13:00

These are samples of a huge range of Static Images completed by Ms Metcalfe's Level One English classes. This is an assessment for NCEA that is worth 3 credits.

The task is to convey through the image a selected theme from a studied text.
One class completed their images based on the classic novel The Outsiders written by S.E. Hinton. The other class completed theirs on the film Strictly Ballroom directed by the well-known Australian director Baz Luhrman.
Both of these texts were literature studies that will be formally assessed externally at the end of the year.

The students showed a perceptive understanding of the texts and we were really proud of the results.

The standard does not require a high level of artistic ability, as this is not what is assessed. What is important is the complexity of the ideas shown, and development of their image to convey their understanding.

The students used a variety of techniques such as collage, drawing, photocopying to express their understanding of the texts. They must also take into account the visual language considerations such as layout, colour, symbolism and font.

All of these combine to make the delightful images that you can see here.

Work shown form :- Joel Herbert, Steven Tuitavake, Nuku Havea, Eddie Tini, Sia Koloamatangi, Harley Tawhai, Tere Charlie.

Octopus Auckland by Siaana

2008-09-01T17:07:00.003+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Patrick

2008-09-01T17:01:00.003+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Nonoi

2008-09-01T16:55:00.003+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Nga

2008-09-01T16:50:00.001+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Kenny

2008-09-01T16:38:00.002+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Jorel

2008-09-01T16:27:00.003+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Jerahlene

2008-09-01T16:14:00.003+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Ezrah

2008-09-01T15:34:00.003+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Elenoa

2008-09-01T15:27:00.003+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Anthony

2008-09-01T15:01:00.003+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by Ali

2008-09-01T14:13:00.011+12:00

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Octopus Auckland by 10PCk

2008-09-01T13:54:00.006+12:00

Octopus Auckland

2008-09-01T12:44:00.004+12:00

Here is the original poem that 10PCk have been working with. It is called Octopus Auckland by Karlo Mila.

Octopus Auckland

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