Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Scary stories.

                                         

Right now I am listening to one of Aaliyah’s mum’s scary stories. It is called 100 miles away and it is apparently the scariest story. 

I return to my table for pudding, except the story is stuck in my mind. I’m so scared,thinking; is it real?    

I decide to return the scary story club. I’m in time for the scary part. Aaliyah’s mum’s voice suddenly fades away but then she yells booo!!!! I jump so high like someone is going to push me off the tallest building in the world. I feel like I am about to have a heart attack and I’m thinking to myself, please tell me it is the end!!!

I finally arrive back to my cabin and I  slide into my bed.  Now the worst thing happens, I can't close my eyes. I’m scared out of my wits. Is there someone in the cabin?

Ohhhhhhhh, what time is it? Oh it’s the middle of the night.  I hear a noise, my heart beats 100 times faster than normal, as I think ‘Is someone  there?’

Ohhhhhh what am I waking up for now?  Oh my gosh I think I am seeing things in my head. I shiver with fear inside and out. Is that someone's hand? I can see hand!

Finally it is the morning. I wake up in a rush to look around to to find there is nothings here. Why was I listening to scary stories?

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Reflection.


While I was working on SCARY STORIES I was learning on how to improve in my punctuation by putting commas inside the speechmarks.
I was also working on chunking ideas into paragraphs because I had to learn about paragraphs. I was also working on changing simple sentences into more complex sentence because some of my sentences were simple. With my description I think I went great. I think I improved on my punctuation,chunking ideas and changing simple sentences into more complex. For example “Finally, it is the morning. I wake up to look around.”  I would change it to
“Finally, it is the morning. I wake up in a rush to find nothing is there.” 
My next steps are to make  it make more sense because I think some of it does not make sense, but it still reads well.





Sunday, May 1, 2016

Art reflection

This term I have been learning about the elements of music, so I can communicate with anyone that talks a different language, because music is a universal language. To present this learning I created a soundscape based on a poem I wrote about Christchurch. My soundscape is relational because I could finish my one and help other people and because I can explain why I uses the elements of music I chose. I used 3 elements of music: the shakers to represent the cicadas; the carpet to represent the wind; a  stomping noise for the beat. Overall I think my soundscape was great.

This is my photo


This is my soundscape 

Here's my poem 
Where do I come from

Underneath the big tall
oak, fantails flit and flutter,
showing off their tails to other birds.

On top of the rusty old shed
cicadas rub their wings making the music
of an orchestra.

Beside the cracking sand, salty
water smells of 
fish and seals.

Beside the clean chair 
Blankets sway in the wind,
As silky as my mum’s top.

Beside the dry old grass 
The Ōtakaro is as dirty as washing 
that's been there for days.

On top of the couch I snuggle up
Watching
a movie with my family.

I come from Ōtautahi,Christchurch.




Ayva Kopelani 



Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Where do I come from



Underneath the big tall
oak, fantails flit and flutter,
showing off their tails to other birds.

On top of the rusty old shed
cicadas rub their wings making the music
of an orchestra.

Beside the cracking sand, salty
water smells of 
fish and seals.

Beside the clean chair 
Blankets sway in the wind,
As silky as my mum’s top.

Beside the dry old grass 
The Ōtakaro is as dirty as washing 
that's been there for days.

On top of the couch I snuggle up
watching
a movie with my family.

I come from Ōtautahi,Christchurch.



Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Pip 'n pop



Pip'n Pop

The sugar mountains tan in the sun.
The rivers bounce in the cool breeze.
The glowing hills are brighter then a light bulb

The flowers are lurking behind the sticks.
The trees Waltz together until there legs are sore.

Why did they make it sugar land?
How is it Formed?
If I was to live in it would I have  a different life?



Pip and pop by Tanya Schultz.




Thursday, February 18, 2016

Where is my happy place?



Where the water plays in the sand.
Where the fantails beg you to play with them
Where the seals roar to get you away from them.
Where the stones massage your feet.
Where the waterfall  jumps to rock to rock.
That place is Kaikora.
With the waterfall.
With the fantails.
With the seals.
With the stones
And the waves.

That's my happy place.