High Flying Giraffes

One of my recent writing activities was done with the whole class. We were told to watch a 5 minute video about giraffes making their way up to a diving board and doing tricks . We wrote a perspective of one of the Giraffes. What we watched on the video we had to wirte down every detail of and put it into our own words.


Wow I think to myself, looking at my own reflection on the white glimmering tiles through what felt like a never ending hallway of white! 

Following behind a crowd of giraffes, the only sound through the quietness was many hooves clicking, clacking. In the corner of my eye I see a robot toy? My friend Nikita posing, I was laughing as Ellma pulled her back into the crowd by her ears. “Phew” losing my breath looking at what looked like a thousand stairs and losing hope of ever making it up there. I was hoping for this traffic to end on the spiral that moved slowly one by one, ears and tails twitching. Hearing splashing that echoed down the spiral walkway. I couldn’t hold in my excitement hoping for it to be my turn next.

Thinking of what trick I should do waiting for my turn to dive. I finally made it to the front of the line. I think to myself ” Silenzio bruno,” that’s what I say to keep negative thoughts out of my head. I see my friend Nikita hanging upside down assisting others to fly high up into the air. It worries me a bit but there was no way of going back. I hesitated for a while, tail wagging and ears constantly twitching which bothered me. I go for it.  Nikita was there. I run and jump up a rush of wind hits my face. Losing my vision flying up into the air doing back flips and then splashing into the pool ending my amazing trick with a great dive.


Hitting the water a cold unfriendly chilliness hits me. I was only thinking of getting out of the water sooner than later, paddling faster than ever, bobbing my head up and down to get some air. It was funny because the others looked like ballerinas. Trying to hold in my laugh, giggling since Ellma was drowning half way. Helping her get to the end of the pool where we climbed out lined up with a bunch of Giraffes bowing down one by one as we looked down and reached the water.  Sipping, some of the others are thirsty. They drink the smelly chemical water. I copied since I was breathing heavily.  I regret doing that. 


Stalag Map

For my recent reading activity we had to create a blog post about Stalang Map! A map of Johnny Pohe and the routes him and his team mates took to try and escape the camp. Johnny Phoe was a qualified pilot who was apart of the Royal Air Force and was one one New Zealands first Maori to be trained.


Epro8 Challenge

We recently created a crane, bridge, car, box and flying fox, this was all apart of Epro8 which is a interschool science and engineering competition, which we took part of buliding  structures with material we were given . It was an amazing exprience and alot of fun. The most difficlut part was figuring out what our bulidings should’ve looked like and if we could imporved it.

Peter’s Journey

We completed 2 freeze frames in groups. Using the emotions and feelings we felt we created a vocab list and with that we only had 15 minutes to write about Peter’s journey from a book called The Treasure Box.

The moment I heard bombs my heart knew war was taking place. Fear and terror frequently pounce at me. I provking a negative energy, without hesitation I grab all my necessary needs and I continue to walk with a crowd of deppressed people wondering if we willl ever find shelter. Freezing, pain and a heavy weight makes me exhausted. The dark smoke slightly drifts and with shock I felt weak headed and unsteady.

My Treasure

A war has begun, I witnessed soldiers breaking into houses killing innocent families. As I watch my house slowly turn into ashes I run like Usain Bolt to rescue my nanas urn. It was foggy and the room was covered with black smoke. I get closer to the living room. I find it hard to breathe. I am covered in ash. Rubbing my eyes, restoring my eyesight and rushing to save my beloved urn of my nans ashes. I quickly run back out of the building slowly feeling light headed. 


Peters Pespective

 Peters Pespective

  • Traumatised and overwhelmed, I look at the chaos happening in the distance. My house has exploded and is now destroyed. Devastation & disbelief at losing my home and country. The never ending screams, bombs and horror on my dads face wondering if this tragedy will end.The looks of others horrified and worried, its pestering me. 


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