The Landing of the Waka!

We are the children of the navigators!

First off I arrived at school and the senior classes were lined up ready to walk. Next we started our adventure with a short walk to the reserve. When Mr Reid said, "Lets Go!” we started our way there. On the way we saw a lot of schools.

Afterwards we got to the reserve and we sat on the bank of the beach. When it was silent we waited quietly for the waka to come. We sang our Maori waiatas and we heard some speeches from the visitors. We were as loud as a lion.

Soon after we high-fived the crew and it was entertaining. We walked back to school and our school was very happy hopefully.

P.E At St Kents

“He’s going around the team’s defence to score a goal… And… Its a goal!”

First of all we lined up ready to go to St Kents, all of us were excited. Next we were separated into nine groups and then we hopped onto the bus. Off we went as we looked forward to our P.E day.

Soon after the bus stopped at the carpark and we disembarked. We were as happy as a big sunflower. At last St Kents’ students came to guide us to the hall. Finally teams were waiting to be taken off to play their sports. Our team was then lead by (insert name here) We arrived at the field and we prepared for some practice drills for soccer. Firstly we set off by passing drills.

After a while we got to play soccer against group six. We lost but it was very fun. When the final score was set we packed the equipment and put it away in the shed. At the carpark we climbed on to the bus back to school.

Everyday Theatre

17.03.15

Dear Diary

Today my homework still isn’t done because stupid Becca won’t do it. At the carpark me and Jack talked about me sleeping over his place. He said it was cool. Brian came over to the basketball court to talk about “bonding”. What a weirdo! I was playing basketball with Jack. Jack saw my bruises getting worse. I hope it gets better. Mum still spends more time with Becca. She also doesn’t know about me going to the carpark with Jack. If dad finds out I’ll get more bruises. I wish dad would get a job and Brian would just move out. But Mum would say something like “No because I want him to stay, blah blah blah.”

She is so lame. By the time the bell rang to go home, I sped as fast as a bullet, at least I thought I did. My mind just blanked out and I was stuck in thought, I felt like everyone was looking at me even if they weren’t. Everyday I get more nervous and depressed. It’s like mum doesn’t care about me anymore. I don’t love my dad nor hate him. I am hoping my life will be wonderful than ever before.

ANZAC Letter

1915 March 29th

Dear Ma

How is it at home ma? Quiet? Safe? Comfortable? I really hope so because then I have nothing to look forward to at home! Anyway, I hope you've picked a good time to read this ma.

So it was just a windy sail to the beach and already some have gotten used to the sea and only I'm a bit sea sick. To get away from the rocking in my head I slept through the whole thing.

Sunrise came and we marched out onto the beach armed and ready to attack. After we set up our camps and tents we sat on the bay eating our breakfast. Gunshots were heard in the distance. We were under attack. Our boats had already gone and the trenches were dug out. My group thought fast and we went around the enemy to sneak an attack.

The plan was a success and our General was very surprised. Soon after that the soldiers were in place and ready, merged from the grass. The battlefield,  filled with shards and barb wire. The air, filled with the smell of gas and smoke. Gunshots took me out of my imaging session, instantly my sight suddenly went dark brown. My senses had disappeared and I was so scared about war, along with that screaming and shouting were all I heard.

I was up and surprisingly alive. My eyes were too dusty and I was struggling to breath. Screams, shouts and shots blocked my sense of hearing. I finally got all my senses back after a few hours. My gear was given to me while I walked outside to continue the battle. The General was giving everyone orders and he was furious. The sky was grey the field was grey and brown. Everything had gone wrong. My orders were given to me as fast as a bullet. I got to the trenches and our soldiers were too wounded to defend themselves. In the end we stayed in a concrete base with our general. Hopefully you get this letter ma. See you after.

From your loving son

Damien