Matiriki

 Matariki is an important time for many religions. It represents the Maori new year. 'Fun' fact: the Chinese call it Subaru and that's the car's name origin. 

Science

 We have been learning about run-offs, estuaries, nutrients, and many more things. So here's some work around that.

Planetarium trip

We were learning about the solar system and the mysteries it holds. So we went to a planetarium in Whangarei, it was pretty fun especially looking through the telescopes. 

Book review

 This is a book review on a book that I have recently read, called 200 minutes of danger. Yeah, so here it is.

In my own words, this book is about many different stories with a different protagonist in each one to make one book. There are exactly 10 stories with life-threatening experiences and the protagonists only have 20 minutes to survive. In the end, all the stories are linked by one giant monster, a ship, and a time machine that is shaped like a boomerang.

This book is probably rated 11+ (maybe 10 if you’re a really good reader) because, in the end, you need to link each story to understand what is happening and if you can’t find the links it can be hard to understand the story. Overall, it is a really good book and I recommend it.

Writing

In class, we have made puoro/ukutangi.  It was hard well for me at least, this shows the steps on how to create your own ukutangi. We have also been learning about De;de sentences so I have added one to my explanation. Well- enjoy:)

 Introduction

Do you know what a Ukutangi is? A Ukutangi means ‘clay flute’; they were used for sending messages, ceremonial purposes, and creating calm spaces. Ukutangi are very interesting things and easy to create, have you ever made one? This will explain the steps I used to create my Ukutangi. Once you've created one you will find the same joy as I found.

Moulding

Firstly, we grabbed a rectangle of clay, halved it, then began to mould each half into a ball. As the clay took its shape, we put our thumb imprint in the middle of a ball and used our index and middle finger around the sides, rotating it around the thumb. We then did the same thing to the other ball of clay and it began to look like a bird's nest.

Connecting

We now had to separate pieces of clay that looked like bird's nests. We joined them one on top of the other. Smudge clay over the line that shows where the two halves have been connected and drill a hole in the top using your pinky finger. Stab your index finger through the hole your pinky made. 

The last step

Put the Ukutangi in the sun to dry and when it’s dry put the Ukutangi next to your mouth at an angle where half your breath is going inside the Ukutangi and the other half going out. If you want to add more wow into your Ukutangi you can use a pin to etch a drawing into the sides, it can be anything you want.

Conclusion

When you can make whistling noises you can start to make tunes that are calming. Ukutangi may be hard to make for some but easy for others. In the end, it was worth it. If you can’t make peaceful tunes neither can I, so I cannot help you.:)

Solar System

 In class, we have been learning about the solar system. We are going to the planetarium tonight to learn more about the galaxy. Can't wait!

Creative recount

This is a story made from my imagination in the form of a recount. I have been learning how to use complex punctuation such as dashes, semi-colons, and colons, etc. My next step is probably to create suspense and use more descriptive language. Enjoy:)

Lost

“Wait up!!”I heard Maki yell from behind, “we should wait” I said to Toge, as I looked over

my shoulder to see Maki scurrying around the rocks trying to catch up. “Nah, she’ll catch

up” Toge replied “But-” “Just hurry up the tunnels are right there,” He said in a stern

voice. Toge dragged me behind a bush “What are you doing the tunnels are right there-”

“Shut up,” He said as he covered my mouth with his hand; tired, worn-out

Maki trampled towards the iron doors calling for us, before slowly going inside the

pitch-black, gun tunnels. 

10 minutes later, Maki was still inside. I began to feel worried and Toge must’ve too because

he stood up and walked towards the heavy iron door before hauling it open. I looked into

the dark nothingness, I followed close behind him. I was terrified at the very least but I

didn’t want to stay outside in the forest by myself or look like a chicken. I switched on my

torch, trailing behind Toge. As we went deeper and deeper into the tunnels the world

around us became engulfed in darkness, the only light was the torch as it lit up the cold

cement path in front of us. “Maki!” I screamed out into the darkness… No response except

for the echoes of my own voice. “This is your fault” I complained “How?” He snapped back

“I told you to wait but nooo, you wanna play pranks on her. “Now she’s lost and we might be

too.” I huffed. We walked quietly listening closely for Maki.

“Toge?” A voice with a hint of fear shrieked out. I pointed the torch to the tunnel on the

right to see the faint shadow of Maki. “Maki over here!” I screeched. I apologized for

leaving her by herself, Toge said nothing. Then…Bang! Some of the old artillery down the

staircase had toppled over. But how? I froze. With no second thoughts, Maki grabbed my

hand running and dragging me away, the sound of claws scratching against the cement walls

rang out, taunting me. Though it snapped me back into reality, I ran fast, faster than I

ever have; having not the slightest idea where I was going or where I was supposed to go.

There it was, the dim light shone inside giving me a sense of hope. I was out. I fell to the

ground, panting from exhaustion. Everything had happened so fast-almost too fast.

On the walk back to Maki and Toge’s home, not a word was said. “I still think it was your

fault,” I muttered to Toge, “Was not.” He said nastily, “Don’t lie,” I  argued. We went

back and forth. “Shut up!” Maki yelled. We remained quiet, only the sound of crickets

echoed throughout the forest. We finally arrived at the house. I was done, I vowed to

myself that I would never, ever go back there again. Even if my life depended on it.