Thursday 3 October 2013

Kate's Story: Lost in a Mumbai Slum Rubbish Tip


I howled with frustration. We were lost amid the immense size of the filthy foul slum that we lived in. And worst still grey clouds told me that rain was about to bucket down again soon. The air was moist and humid, and the clouds were covering the sun so there was no telling what time of day. I guessed it was 5:30.

My petite sister was shrinking into a small mouse and she squeaked looking up at me with her big brown eyes like she was pleading me to take her home or out of this rubbish tip we call home.

“Where are we brother? I want to go home!” The last couple of words her voice was trembling and her eyes were glassy and panic stricken. I was cold without a top on to cover my bare body where my ribs poked out the sides. I waded through the water which was up to my knees but it was even worse for my tiny sister, it was up to her chest, so I called to her in a soft but frail voice to hop on my back.

I began to hobble through the water but I felt a sharp metallic pointy tip penetrate my spongy flesh and felt it slide into the cut making the wound expand bigger and bigger. I yelped out in pain and looked down at my foot. I pulled out the piece of metal and inspected the damage. It had left a deep open gash across the sole of my bare foot with blood oozing out of it. The pain was excruciating. “What’s happened?” my sister whispered so quietly I had to strain to hear her anxious voice.

I replied calmly, “Nothing my sister you don’t need to be concerned. We have to get out of here before night takes over the sky or we could be stuck in this labyrinth forever.” “Do you remember which way our home is brother?” she managed to say between sobs.

“Of course I do!” I lied to comfort her. The truth was I had no clue! All the dirty streets looked and smelled the same, I hadn’t realized it before but the smell was unbearable! Rotting meat pollution our own human waste, sucked it up through my nostrils and gagged as it wafted through my nose.

There was a loud rumble and my stomach grunted and told me it was hungry, my sister must have heard it because she cried, “Brother what are we supposed to eat? We can’t scavenge around like dogs begging for food can we?” No we couldn’t I thought, these people will need to satisfy their own bellies that is if they have any food for themselves at all. “I don’t know what we’re going to do this far away from home little sister but I may be able to get some money by doing some small jobs, stay here while I get some money don’t leave my sight or I may never find you again.”

“Yes, I’ll stay put.”

Just as the last words fell out of her mouth, there was a crack of iridescent light gleamed in the inky sky where fumes were as thick as fog, and rain started to plummet and splash onto the already vast bucket of water.

“Get under cover!” I shrieked. And we dove under shelter as the rain started to drench mine and my sister’s already tattered clothes. We then dozed off to the loud rhythm of the rain pitter-pattering above our heads and the wind swirling and moaning around us.

I woke with a shudder and an icy chill ran up my spine. Something didn’t feel right, my eyes were showing me colourful shapes dancing in thin air. I wobbled my way through the water and splashed water on my dirty face to wake my half asleep self. I blinked and looked around. I jumped and a pang slammed into my chest and my heart started thumping so hard I could feel blood pulsing through my body. Where was Lakita? I searched around, my eyes darting left right, left right but I couldn’t see her mousey face anywhere. I started to shake and I felt dizzy until I heard a soft shrill voice say, “I got a loaf of bread!” I sighed with relief and my muscles relaxed and I spun round.

“Where were you? I was looking everywhere for you. We’d better start finding our way home, if we can.”

“I told you I found some bread so are you going to eat it or not?” She passed me the bread in her delicate hands and I sank my teeth into the crusty bland bread and devoured it hungrily like a beast. It didn’t satisfy my gnawing feeling in the pit of my empty stomach but it would keep me going. We trudged along through the dank wet streets, the water had now evaporated that the sun had come out of its hiding place behind the clouds and it was blaring upon the earth. It felt like it was eating away at my flesh on my bare back and drinking every water molecule from my pink skin.

After hours of walking I finally called to my sister, “You can rest now.” No soon as my words reached her ears she slumped to the ground. 

We sat there for what seemed like years, it felt like my life was ending, how long had we been lost? I had no idea but as the minutes ticked by I began to drift off once again. I tried to keep my eyes open but they felt like metal weights and before long my head lolled forwards so my chin rested on my dark skinned chest and I drifted off to the dreams inside my head.

I woke to a squeal and a stench swarmed around my head it was a breath of an animal panting and a slimy tongue licked my grimy face and slobber was dripping down my cheeks. I opened my eyes and a bright light stung them. My eyes adjusted to the light and I began to see a familiar although blurry sight, my dog! I reached for him and clung to his shaggy brown fur as he bounded and barked hysterically. Suddenly I heard a gleeful shriek come from where my sister was dancing about with happiness. “Brother it’s our dog he’s come for us!” I jumped up and I staggered because my legs were like jelly and my head spun with giddiness.

We started to chase our dog all the way through the streets. My feet were still sore from the cut but it had now sealed closed with gluey blood. We ran then through the streets. My knees were stiff and they creaked but finally, my eyes found a familiar sight, home!                                                                                                                                          

Wednesday 25 September 2013

Georgia's Memories of our Cable Bay Tramp

Getting on the bus, chatting with friends, walking up the driveway to have a briefing. Pulling out the first chocolate bar to share with my friends. Sitting having morning tea, at the same time taking pictures of the teachers. Crying till lunchtime because I have had a sore ear for a long time. Being scared to go to the toilet because it was a long drop. Zoe and I running to catch up with our friends. Going through a million gates. Getting to the top of Cable Bay Point was exciting but getting to Cable Bay beach was better.

Thursday 29 August 2013

Alexis's Descriptive Writing

The glacier stands tall like a lady wearing a big white gown. The penguins waddle around like wind-up toys shuffling along the snow. The ice is falling as the big male penguins are calling out to their returning partners (with food for their baby penguin to eat when it hatches). In Antarctica there are sometimes snow storms and it’s like a big white snow attack. The sea looks like a vast sheet of glass, with round and lumpy icebergs bobbing up and down within it.

Nathan's Best Writing So Far This Year!

As he tore out the last terminator’s robotic heart and smashed it into a million shards, he was taking over one galaxy at a time. At night you can hear screams, until there is dead silence. As he leaves to go to Earth he looks back at a battle ground and then shoots up in victory, then gets in his ship heading for Earth to see hostages everywhere.    

Friday 28 June 2013

Kate's Descriptive Poem: The Night Sky


The luminous moon is like a shiny white dinner plate filling up the inky black sky.

Glistening stars are like shiny tinfoil sparkling in the dark like torches.

The eerie dark night is unlit as it cloaks the sleeping sun in the hours of darkness.

Nocturnal animal eyes are like floating glassy ghosts watching the sleeping world.

Creepy trees are like invisible phantoms' arms tapping at a fragile window.

The hushed town is like an unearthly ghost town as it sleeps waiting for the sun to unmask itself.

Thursday 27 June 2013

My Day as a Ring by Summah


This has been the strangest day ever! Ok, I’ll start from the start. It all started this morning when I woke up (like usual!) to see an impressive witch, with pointy ears and a big wart on here nose, and a pointed hat, standing in the middle of my room. She waved her big wand. 

With a puff and lots of smoke I was starting to grow smaller and rounder. Then my arms and legs vanished. My head twisted into a diamond, and my stomach got a large hole in it. I got smaller and smaller until I possibly would  be able to fit onto somebody’s finger. I called out for aid but not one person heard me. The pain was horrifying. Picture getting smaller and losing your arms and legs and your head turning into a diamond!  

Then my dad came in and picked me up. Then he put me into a blue box! Just then there was a knock on the door. It was Dad’s friend who told Dad he was engaged and he needed a ring! OH NO!

He took me to his house and his fiancĂ© was waiting at the door. Then suddenly without warning he tripped over a long blade of grass and dropped me down the drain. Down, down, down I went until plop! I landed in the water. Luckily, my box was floating. I thought that it couldn’t get any worse, but I didn’t know how wrong I was. Something was floating in the water...

I paddled over to the white blob floating in the water. But then I saw something that made my heart stop. This his was no ordinary water it was sewage water!

I tried to scream but I was frozen stiff! EWW! You can’t even imagine what its' like - I was stuck down there forever!

I’m still there to this day but I often say to myself that at least rings don’t eat!

Sunday 23 June 2013

My Day as Kate Shephard by Alexis

Dear Diary
Today is the day I changed the world.

It started off like this. I woke up, got dressed into nice, presentable clothes and went off to parliament. I found out that I won 90% of the vote that was to gain the vote for women suffrage. I was so excited because NZ was the first country for women to be able to vote.

So after that we had a great party. I was so glad to find out that Australia was quick to follow.
All right, I will sign out now Diary, even though I don’t think I will be able to get to sleep tonight because I have had a great day and I’m so excited.

Saturday 15 June 2013

Kate's Excellent Writing: The Rodeo Clown


My friend had dared me to do it - to go out onto our farm and scare the ferocious black muscly bull. It was stupid, I know. I wish I hadn’t agreed to do it but here I am in my blue stripy pjs and green gumboots. I gulped down the ball in my throat and gingerly, as quiet as a mouse, crept to the small and disgusting pen piled with horrifically smelling poo.
It was an eerie night; the moon was luminous but the dark knight had no glittering sparkles in it shimmering over the fields. I shook like a building toppling over. I took a long, deep breath and climbed over the slimy fence. There was a crack of bright white light, lighting the world for a moment like a light bulb. In that flash I saw the devil red glare of the bull’s eyes glow with rage. I let out a blood curdling scream. The sturdy black devil got up and started slamming its hard heavy hoof on the dusty dirt, scraping it away and turning it into a brown dust cloud. I tried to sprint away from him but I was frozen like a statue. The bull hurtled towards me as fast as a cheetah, puffing with rage. My feet decided they could move…I flashed out of there like a bullet and slammed the gate shut.
The bull slumped in its corner, its shoulders relaxed and it heaved one last snort and went quiet. I thought to myself, I could be a rodeo clown!

Friday 14 June 2013

Zoe's Descriptive Writing: The Beach


Golden sand is like soft flour slipping between my toes. 

Whispering waves are hungry animals eating my ankles.  

Scattered driftwood is a fun playground for a squirrel. 

Sneaky seagulls are like food thieves waiting to steal my lunch.  

Small fish are like scared humans running away from soldiers.

Slippery seaweed is a slime forest in the sea.
 
Crazy winds are cold fans blowing around me.

Thursday 13 June 2013

'My Day as a Whiteboard Marker' by Kayla

Dear Diary  
Today was the day today I got used. Hi, I’m W.M. short for Wilbert Mark, oh yes I’m a talking whiteboard marker - the only one of my kind.
It all began in a dark, cold and claustrophobic room but known to humans as a CUPBOARD...DA DA DA!
I was waiting, waiting, waiting and to be exact I was waiting for two years, six months and 21 days and to this very day I was still waiting. Well, I thought I was but at exactly 9:17am I was taken. I was hauled out of the room and was passed across the bench into a hot sweaty kid's hand - eh yucky, then out into the open into the cool breeze. I was entering another room..."Noooo!" But this room was different, this room was bigger and it had lots of little kids swarming around. I was then passed along to a slippery hand but the good thing was it smelt like peaches...hmmm yummy. I could have kissed her hand all day but then the most horrible thing happened - she ripped my head off! I was getting murdered! Then she started rubbing my neck up and down the whiteboard. Once I had finished bleeding all of my blue ink out she somehow attached my head back onto my almost rubbed out neck. I really hope she realised that hurts and she won't do it tomorrow!

Georgia's Descriptive Writing: Night Time


The bright moon is like a big silver banana night-light brightening the world.

Small stars are like bright torches shining over the darkness below.

The beautiful dark sky looks like a black tunnel - the light has disappeared.

The spiky hedgehog reminds me of a prickly cactus hovering around your backyard.

'My Day as a Carpet' by Arliyah


Dear Diary
I’m something that nobody notices. Laying peacefully on the ground that gets cleaned every day, sometimes even twice a day. Have you guessed what I am…….. Yes I am carpet. 

It’s a miserable life getting sucked into the rotten vacuum cleaner. She laughs at me every day, but I’m kind of glad I’m not a vacuum cleaner sucking up dust, dirt and food scraps, yuck! Anyway back to me...I get one look of what it’ll be like alive with legs running and jumping outside, it looks fun and easy feeling the soft, green, frail grass. But I’m glued to the ground - literally glued to the ground. 

While I was dreaming about what it’ll be like outside a monstrous thing came through the door followed by six little things. I am going to call them dogs. 

Anyway, wet and cold the little dogs curled up by the fire. After about an hour they warmed up. The warmth filled the room. They laid on me making me feel safe and warm.
But the horrid thing is I get vacuumed three times a day nnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!        

'My Day as a Cherry Tree' by Shaun


 Dear Diary

Hello to whoever is reading this. My name is Mr. Cherry and I live way out in the countryside. Today at 8am I woke up like usual. I talked on my mobile, had a chat with my other mates, cleaned my teeth, put some gel in my branches and ran around my orchard. Before I could do anything else a big logger truck halted and growled with its angry eyes and sharp teeth. I didn’t know what it wanted but I did know that the truck did not like me!

Thursday 30 May 2013

Brooke's Descriptive Poem: Spring


Frolicking lambs are like crying babies awakening from sleep.

Springing flowers remind me of leaping frogs jumping out of the water onto lily pads.

Colourful trees are like heaps of rainbows watching over me .

Chilly rivers remind me of icy cubes running down my back .

Beautiful outdoors remind me of good times with my friends .

Kayla's Descriptive Poem: The Beach


Golden sand slips between my feet like uncooked couscous on a warm summer's day,

Overjoyed kids splashing about in the ice cold sea like fully battered wound-up toys while theirparents watch on,

Relaxing adults spread out on their beach towels on the boiling hot sand like sloths, enjoying the sun glistening down on them,

Crashing waves rolling heavily on the forgiving sand like an angry giants stomping every now and then while people try to surf,

Screaming seagulls soaring through the blue sky like an ongoing bell ringing in your ear while you try and eat your fish'n'chips,

Blinding sun beaming down on the people below like a bright light while you enjoy the warmth,

Scrumptious ice-creams dripping through my fingers like snow melting slowly in a massive puddle,
Cosy home is where we go its like a massive security blanket after a long day at the beach.

Tuesday 21 May 2013

Our Buddy Class in France

A typical week in the life of a student from our French buddy class, told using the class mascot 'Wolfy'!

Click on the image below to go to the Word document.





Saturday 11 May 2013

Monday 11 March 2013

Fantastic Multicultural New Zealand Flags!

Here are some of Room Three's amazing multicultural flags for NZ! Wow! Clever ideas! I've e-mailed these flags to the prime minister. I'm sure he'll be impressed.

                                Zoe's flag


                               Kayla's flag
 
Jordan's flag
Alexis's flag
 
Sam's flag
 
Summah's flag
 
 
 
 

Saturday 9 March 2013

Purple Cake Day!

Georgia organised a class fundraiser for Kenya and Haiti. She made purple cupcakes and the students bought them for a gold coin donation. Georgia also taught us interesting things about Kenya and Haiti. Nice work Georgia!


Sunday 10 February 2013

The Start of a New School Year

Welcome to the 2013 school year! Room Three students have settled into their new school extremely well, and they seem eager to embrace all that Waimea Intermediate offers. I'm excited to be back teaching after the long break, and it was wonderful to meet my new students for the year.