Tuakana Teina Day With Room 4

Room 7 and Room 4 worked together this week. Press play to find out what tuakana/teina day is all about. 

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Tuakana Teina - Mavis & Malia

Today is Tuakana Teina day with Room 4. This means coming together and working with another class. The buddy I am working with is Malia she thinks my netbook I think it can teach you new things because you can search up if you don't know what it is.

 

Missing Past - Writing Sample

Like others I had to post my finished piece of writing. This piece of writing started when we did our writing sample test. We were given a prompt our prompt was;

I heard scratching but I couldn't see through the darkness

Night time started to swallow my house as I sat hunched over my laptop. My fingers slapping each letter I touched. I cringed at what I had wrote about. My ancestor were cruel devils,nothing but people who tortured and decided that they were the one’s on top. I stopped. Well ain’t that true? I panicked as a reminder popped up onto the right hand corner of my laptop. 20 MINUTES TO GO UNTIL YOU SEND IN YOUR ASSIGNMENT! That was that. Panic and tiredness loomed over me like a dark hidden creature.

I felt a sudden pinch at my neck. Sending ice through my spine. I heard scratching but couldn’t see through the darkness. My eyes rolled back as I crawled to my bed. Darkness as pitch black as midnight had drowned out the light.

More and more scratching haunted me as I recovered from my sudden panic. I stood up heaving myself past small ,muddy and  brown  shacks. Fires cackled with laughter as I walked past. Something grabbed at me snatching at my fragile glass heart.A foreign language was whispered around me as if it was a rumor to secretive to share.

Surprise tackled me as a small child came up to me and muttered

“Welcome...to....Venice...Italy.”

An aching pain screamed somewhere in my body. Tears flooded the banks of my eyes. Frustration drowned out clear thoughts. Loving kindness had been ripped away from me. My future had inhaled a walloping  amount of poison.

I cried out begging to the sky. Black cargo shorts,a white hallenstein t-shirt and a NSW hat had exposed itself to my eyes. For days we’d been searching for him. For weeks we’d been praying. For months we’d been hoping and for years we've been mourning. 12 years ago two 3 year old  went missing after a desperate attempt of finding a good place to hide.

Those two kids were Me and that  boy in front of me. He was a stranger to me now he was 15 and so was I. Something was missing from this puzzle of the past. After a minute or so I remembered what it was. It was who he was that was missing. I was a plain person nothing but that. I was left in the past with my past who was nothing but blank paper.

We stood there mesmerised by each others presents. His brown eyes were engraved into my brain. I had to go back home away from this danger away from all of this.

I felt like I couldn’t continue on living I had to stop somewhere.

Joaquin and Mavis - Our Persuasive Writtings

For our persuasive writing we had to persuade people whether yes we are or no we aren't responsible for our rubbish. First of all we had to decide our position, our position in this argument was yes, we are responsible for the rubbish we create. 

I hope you enjoy reading our persuasive writing

Dear Fellow Peers

Through the years I have witnessed days, weeks, months and obviously years of littering. Child after child, litter after litter and rubbish truck after rubbish trucks.Do you want nothing? Go ahead keep littering!  If we keep on littering  our chances of having an emerald green country and school will diminish like ice over howling fire. Do you wanna spend the rest of you life savings on on your back because you’ve been bending over pick up 50 pieces of rubbish a day? Well we here to stick out to you like a fin on top of water.We are responsible for our litter!  We might even be influenced by the older generation who hit the school with a smashing impact.

Why do I believe we were influenced? We have siblings, cousins and many more relatives people! Our mind is contaminated with laziness as day in and day out we sit on our butts and throw litter on the ground. Do you expect it to disappear with a puff of smoke!? No!! Nothing will happen like that it’s way out of the way of possibility. We were influenced due to the environment we grew up clearly gave us the indication of “ littering is OK  The caretaker is surely to pick it up!” We am now year seven and eight students and suddenly we've realised we've got a sickening problem that shouldn't of even existed in the first place.


This could possibly affect our school reputation with a destructive hit . You say your too cool to pick it up throw it in the bin? Hmmm, last time I checked we were all humans and students of one school, and  were all cool but we need to have part in taking care of our school. We can talk it why can’t we walk it? I must admit I have littered but now I want to stop it so that we can maintain our school beauty.Maintaining our school can keep on building our school reputation as new students arrive.

Dirt,germs,yucky stuff, diseases students of Tamaki Primary School this is why we need to take action of our school rubbish. It definitely won’t do it itself. Like I said we are responsible for the rubbish in our school.It was us who decided throw our trash on the ground and now it is up to us to eliminate these multiple pieces of rubbish flying around in our school

Current Events - Homework

Another one of our homework task was to summarise a current event. Well my current event was about a man who earned 13,000 dollars after E.R.A heard about what his boss had done to him

I hope you gather enough information to understand the story.

The Magic Flying Carpet - Homework

Aloha!

For homework I had to finish off a story I crafted for written language. The image

I was given , along with the rest of my class was a magical flying carpet so we had to create a story and make sure it was in proper structure. 

Hopefully you enjoy reading what I did with the photo.

Through the scars of curses, the shreds of abandonment and tears of loss tossed into curiosity sat one soul desperate for a way home. Searching for hope.  At least one beam of sunshine.

The bay of Delhi, India was stampeded with screaming children, wailing mothers and fathers burning with range. Their children clung onto their mothers Sari as they were ripped away from their family. Older sibling soothing their tears. 5 year old child’s whose eyes   were  nailed shut with tiredness blinked awake as the boat sailed away. Leaving behind his mother.He wondered in future if he would ever remember who he was in the past

10 years on that 5 year old boy grew up raised on the shores of Taiwan.Now aged 15 His adopted  family cursing at him calling him a devil with a name Jalal. Every obstacle was always forced onto his field whether or not he was guilty for them arriving there. Next door to their colossal house  lived a small family with only one daughter but 3 sons.

One of those three son’s yelled at the top of his lungs

“Lihua father wants you!”

A young girl around Jalal’s age flipped down from the tree.Landing like a swan.

“Why would father need me Kyoto?” Lihua asked politely slightly smirking

Kyoto’s eyes were slapped with anger.

“He just needs you O.K?!”

Kyoto spotted Jalal.

“What are you looking at slave? Go back to where you came from you piece of rubbish. Go find your real parents”

His words scratched at Jalal’s fragile heart.

Lihua’s nails snatched at Kyoto’s ears dragging him inside. A howl of pain echoed through the hall. Jalal wondered He’s right I need to run.I need to run fast and far. Three stars shone in the sky as night started to become obvious to everyone. Especially the ruler of the house he lived in

Jalal whispered to the three stars

“I will run away tonight. I need to find out who I am”

The rest of the day sprinted past as the streets of Taiwan dimmed their lights showcasing a plain show of midnight black. Jalal went into his room his feet crawling with warmth as he stood on the carpet. He opened the window exposing himself to the harsh winter breeze. He bit his stained nails he hung his legs over the window.

A light voice popped out of another window.

“Going somewhere?”

Jalal’s eyes swerved to the right there he spotted Lihua.

Jalal snapped “What’s it to you? Your brother called me a slave”

She replied “ I’m not my brother.”

Jalal rolled his eyes. “Your just stopping me so that I can be teased day and night forever by your brother.He’s a devil!”

She stated sharply “ I couldn’t agree more.”

Jalal sat up “ Say what?”

She sighed “ I said I couldn’t agree more”

Jalal swooped down onto the grass. Lihua’s gasp shocked him as he turned around his carpet was on the ground. Something was wrong seriously wrong. He glanced at the carpet

“No way”

Lihua was on the ground as well.

She stared at Jalal “ I’m coming with you.”

Jalal questioned “ Why?”

Lihua mumbled “ your the keeper of memories aren’t you”

“You’re a liar I don’t keep anything but my clothes Liar!” He accused her making sure the whole town heard. In fact to many people heard. The lights in his room shuddered alive. A voice shrieked “ Where is that boy. A head stabbed the night as it came out of the window.

It was her the owner of the house. The abuser. The ruler of this place.

Lihua grabbed his arm.

She bellowed “ Run!”

She ran with him sprinting around corners. Side-stepping shouts and tiptoeing past slumbering people. A ruffly material was following him. The carpet. It scooted under their feet. THrowing them into the air until the carpet rushed up to greet them.

Lihua yelped “ you are the keeper of memory!”

Jalal yanked a locket off his chest “I’m just a keeper of this locket given to me by my mother !”

The winds choked at his words. Their bodies dragged through time scratching them with memories and people from their past. THey were shoved to a stop they groaned as the tripped off the carpet. Jalal blinked

“I’ve seen this place before...I..I just can’t think where”

“You were born in delhi?” Lihua motioned towards the sign of a nearby store.

They ducked under the noise of screaming children, wailing mothers and fathers burning with rage.  His eyes met a little boy who looked out at sea seeming calm for a little. BOY  Though that little boy was on the boat Jalal felt drawn,connected to him. He glared at Lihua

“Hurry up!”

He yanked at her arm shouting. THey dove between the woven groups of people. Frowns bursting into the air. That little boy was confused as the sprinted towards him dodging the guards. Finally the got him. Jalal asked the little boy

“What’s your name?”

the little boy shook himself “ Jalal”

Jalal sighed looking over his shoulder at  “ WHere are you going?”

The little boy shrugged

“ I don’t know china?Taiwan? All I know is I’m being taken away from my parents and I can’t deal with it”

Jalal lay his hands on the little boys shoulders

“ Nothing comes between a son and their mother.”

Jalal grabbed mini Jalal  and pulled him onto his shoulders. He kept on walking until a woman in a blue sari jogged to them then full on ran.

She cried out with aching love “ Jalal”

She stopped short in front of the older Jalal.

“Jalal?”

The older Jalal nodded “ Yes mother”

His mother's face was smothered with confusion “ but how?”

Jalal smiled

“Apparently I came from the future time traveled with the locket you gave to me when I was here. I learnt to adapt to the new Taiwan environment my memory of my parents slowly slipping out of my head”

Lihua nodded agreeing as if there was no tomorrow.

“I remember seeing him arrive the ruler of his new house was cruel a danger to his future.”

His mother cradled the younger Jalal in her arms

Jalal asked his mother daring himself to handle the answer to be given  “ Mother? Have you always loved me?”

His mother  grinned “Always have and always will”

As the sun set they snuggled up on the magical flying carpet watching the sun fall asleep