I am a Year 7 student at Edmund Hillary School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 9 and my teacher is Roya. This is a place where I will share my learning. Please note that some of it will not be complete, it will be my first draft. Remember to be positive, thoughtful and helpful when you leave me a comment.
Friday, 28 May 2021
Friday, 14 May 2021
Thursday, 13 May 2021
Snowy Hike
My toes feel really numb. I can’t feel them. We are marching up the mountains.As we are walking we can see pieces of ice starting to break, we are scared. Some are so soft that I feel like I was about to sink. I look up and see mountains made out of what look like hard dirt. I can’t feel anything because my hands feel weakened . I pinch myself really hard to see if I feel it, but as I do it feels like the numbness surrounding my body has suddenly broken like a shell but quickly covers me up again.
I stomp on one of the ice and I sink down and my foot gets wet. I am stuck. I try so hard to pull my leg out but I can't. I shout so loud that people beside me hear. They quickly rush over and hold both of my hands and pull me out. “Thank you” I say and we carry on snow hiking. It is a really long hike.
I zoom into the snowy ground and it is really dirty. I look up and see seagulls flying overhead with chilliness. Finally I arrive at my destination safely.
Friday, 7 May 2021
The bright poppies
It was at dawn the bright red poppies showing from the battlefield had caught my eyes. The poppies I have seen represent every single fallen soldier. They were dancing in the sunset. It had a black circle that looked like a button. The bright red poppy gave me a flashback on the war that happened. The poppies were just too beautiful that I couldn't resist, I picked one up it felt so smooth,I clipped it on my shirt using a safety pin. I rested myself on the bright red poppies.
The harmony from the poppies and the sunlight had shut my eyes completely, I was dreaming of being in that world war 1 but couldn't because I was too young. When I got up I kept on thinking about the war and about the fallen soldiers who had risked their lives to save New Zealand. Looking at the bright red poppies as the wind swooshes it from side to side made it more satisfying.
I saw that as the wind moved the poppies from side to side parts of the poppies started to rain down the uncut grass. I decided to pick one up so that when I arrive home I will keep it as a year's memory.