Artefact

 

I have been working on my model of a chariot in the Ancient Olympics. I am proud of getting my chariot to finally stand up straight because the wheels were wonky and wobbly. I worked with Ezra to fix the wheels up by hot gluing the wheels onto the side of the chariot. The learning muscle I used to get out of the learning pit was revising muscle. I did this by going back to my learning and made changes. I am learning my managing distraction muscle so that I can concentrate on my learning. Something that was challenging was finishing my pamphlet and making the chariot. I really enjoyed looking at my finished project. Next time I could make the chariot  and the horse bigger and then it would look like a real horse and chariot. 

 I found out my info for  my report by researching it on my device and in books and also using the research i know about these fierce times. Here is a look at my report: 

The Ancient Olympics Introduction Have you ever heard of the Ancient Olympics? If you haven’t this Quality Report will help you learn more about Ancient Olympics . The Ancient Olympics is a dangerous lot of events that are mostly for a gift for the Gods. The Ancient Olympics was for training Greek Men for war. I hope you learn a lot of information about the Ancient Olympics from this report.

How the Olympics Began? It started 2,700 years ago in 776 BC, in the Southwest, in Olympia, Greece. The Ancient Olympics was a Religious Festival in the honor of Zeus, the leader of the Gods and the God of the Blue sky. The Ancient Olympics was dangerous. Some people were killed. Greek Men were very, very DANGEROUS in these days. The Modern Olympics was encouraged by the Ancient Olympics  (began in 1896). The Greeks thought that Zeus would like dead cows as a sacrifice (A Gift) just for the god, Zeus.

The Sports The Ancient Olympic Games started off with short foot races in a suit of shining armor. This running track could fit twenty men running side by side. It was 700 feet long and straight. Those foot races were to keep Greek men fit for the intensity of war. Eventually more events were added they were:vicious wrestling, tiring running, the long jump, disc throwing, and throwing the javelin. You had to be a strong, trained men, speak greek and be free men to compete the Ancient Olympic Games. Women couldn’t sneak in or watch or they were punished.

The Pankration (The Nastiest Event) The Nastiest Event was all-in wrestling and boxing (The Pankration). Men couldn’t bite or eye gauge but they could do other things like kill their opponent. Some people disobeyed the laws and pulled out people’s eyes and bit them. If men bribed their opponent to let them win they were punished ,their punishment was to pay for  a bronze statue of Zeus.It was better than getting your head chopped off.

What did the Greeks wear? In the  races men wore a suit of armor. Men ran very slow because of this problem. So they ran in togas and loincloths . But the togas were as low as the ground so they tripped and fell. One day Akanthos ripped off there toga and loincloth and ran free in the nude. Akanthos was  an athlete in the Ancient Olympics. He was so fast he won the long race with the help of being in the nude. This helped the women stay away from the DANGEROUS Ancient Olympics.

The Festival For Women Women couldn’t compete in the Ancient Olympic Games because Ancient Olympics was about war .  But there is a Girl-like Festival for Women. It starts every 4 years in August. The Festival is called Heraia in the honor of Hera, wife of Zeus. Hera was Zeus’s beautiful, Helpful wife and sister. They were raised by Titans Oceanus and Tethys. She was the Goddess of Marriage and Childbirth. Hera has a deep interest in saving Married Women . Her Sacred Animals were the cow and peacock. She favoured these creatures from the city of Argos. Zeus wanted to marry Hera. Zeus initially courted Hera, but after many failed attempts Zeus resorted to trick her into marrying him.

Greek Gods!!! Here is some of the Greek Gods: Tyche the Goddess of Happy, Grateful Good Luck and Fortunes, Hecate the Goddess of spooky Ghosts, Iris the Goddess of the wonderful Rainbow, Nemesis the Goddess of Cruel Revenge,  Janus the God of New/Old Doorways, and Nike the God of  Joyful Victory. There are more Gods too.  The Greeks believed in the Gods. The Athletes Gave the Gods Gifts , because they thought the Gods would be so grateful for the gift they would in return they would make the Athletes win!

Conclusion I hope this report has lifted your interest in the Ancient Olympics. The Ancient Olympics was important because the Greek men were fit and ready for war. If you were in the Ancient times, do you think you would survive the Ancient Olympics?

Holiday writing

I have been learning to add detail to my writing. I am proud of going back to my learning and rewriting my mistakes. Something that challenged me was adding adjectives to describe my learning. Next time I could add a bit more to writing.The learning muscle I was stretching was my refining muscle because I needed to fix up my very boring sentences, I was stretching my learning muscle in writing. Here is some of the sentences I fixed up.

Have you ever moved house and was excited to go inside and see the clean house?I have, but when I opened the door I didn’t see a beautiful sight I saw, Boxes, Boxes, and Boxes!
I looked around the room looking at the messy sight. It was so messy I couldn’t see the carpet.
Bailey was calling me now and led me to the curtain I was confused but when she opened the curtains it showed a small bed with the same matching pillows as the curtains. So was the mattress.
I really enjoyed writing the story - now you can read it too!

Have you ever moved house and was excited to go inside and see the clean house? I have, but when I opened the door I didn’t see a beautiful sight I saw, Boxes, Boxes, and Boxes! I ran upstairs hoping something was clean. Nope! Boxes were on the floor stacked on the chairs everywhere. Nan had an walk-in wardrobe in the corner of the bedroom. I looked inside nowhere had space. I ran to my room I opened the door. There was no way to get inside but what a mess! My bed wasn’t built all the bits and pieces were scattered everywhere around the room. One piece leaned on the door. I pushed it over and went through the door. I looked around the room looking at the messy sight. It was so messy I couldn’t see the carpet. Dallas (Dallas is my Baby brother and he is extremely hypo) made everything look playful but today he looked bored. I was bored too so I made a decision if I help unpack and set things up I could have some fun. So I ran to lounge and asked mum if she needed help. She nodded and I helped her push the couches in place. All that was needed was the TV. Bailey was calling me now and led me to the curtain I was confused but when she opened the curtains it showed a small bed with the same matching pillows as the curtains. So was the mattress. Our new hiding spot was very sneaky. We played hide and seek with Dallas and hid in our hiding spot. Dallas was looking in the best place we could think of. Mum moved some in front of the curtains now it was harder for him to find us now. But that was what we thought until we heard some rustling at the curtains. BOO! Dallas found us but how. The TV was set up now and we were glad we were found. We sat together watching Nick.jr our favourite channel. Now we had more fun.It was nearly time for bed so she got to work and built our bunk beds.

Now it was dinner time. Dad came home from work with a surprize FRIED RICE. We looked at our food with our eyes wide open. The steamy fried rice was so delicious I couldn’t wait a minute longer to let my bowl cool down. I took a large scoop of fried rice into my mouth but it so big I couldn’t even chew it. I struggled to get it into my throat. I managed to squirt some rice into my throat and started to chew my dinner. After dinner mum told us it was late so we jumped into our beds. Happily I dreamed tomorrow was going to be better than today. Certainly I was going help unpack everything and tidy up the mess in my room. Hopefully my plan will work.  THE END

Seven kites

Long ago, way before PS4 or devices were invented there was small pa at the bottom of Te Mata Peak with  a whanau of 7 little sisters. Day by day Ururangi, one of the seven sisters, could see the totaras trees on the dewy jade grass, swaying from the wind, Tawhirimatea  gust. She  could hear the cheeping of the keuru birds perching on totara trees.  She smelt juicy kie cooking in the whares. Ururangi felt ferns hanging from the bushes. She felt her heart beating for a very special day: Matariki! Today was Ururangi’s 1st time building her own kite. All 7 sisters gathered together, sitting down on a mat made out of flax, with their tools ready to design their kites.  Sister number 1 built her kite out of green paper mulberry and the eyes of tuatua shells. The wisest little sister created her kite out of orange reed and the eyes of mussel shells. Another sister crafted her kite out of pink manuka and the eyes of scallop shells. A beautiful kite made of  pink manuka kite with eyes of scallop shells was designed by the prettiest little sister. The fourth little sister constructed a red feather kite with eyes of pipi shells. A kite made of blue fish skin kite with eyes of whelk shells was designed by the playful sister. Lastly the sixth little sister built her kite out of white grass plumed kite with eyes of periwinkle shells. But Ururangi made a very special kite of many-rainbow kite with the eyes of paua shells. So the 7 sisters set of to the shallow beach. They got ready to fly their kites and admired how high their kites would except Ururangi. They were waiting for Tawhirimatea to blow his wind. Frustrated, they stomped to grandfather totara and hung there kites on his long, thick branches. The moon slowly rises and passes to night. The seven sisters fell asleep. Soon at dawn Tawhirimatea blew his wind. He cried “Wake up, Wake up” But no one awoke. Wind started to blow and the kites tried to escape. In Ururangi’s dream, she wondered why the kites wanted to escape grandfather totara. The girls awoke and saw the kites drift into the distance. One of the seven sisters cried out wanting her kite back. All the kites were together but Ururangi’s kite wasn’t there. “Where’s my kite” screamed Ururangi. The eldest sister calmed her down saying: the kites would turn into beautiful glowing stars. The kites looked like 6 beautiful stars in the night sky. The 6 sisters smelt kai and ran down to the village but Ururangi stayed behind. Joyfully she looked at the beautiful stars. She was the first to see the matariki stars.                         

Something that challenged me was adding detail so the reader would enjoy what they were reading. I am 
 proud of fixing my mistakes to make it my personal best. Today in writing I used refining muscle to go to my learning change my mistakes to quality learning. I am learning to use my perseverance muscle I used this muscle in writing to get help so we could fix the promblems that were made. The learning muscle I used to get out of the learning pit was my refining muscle to build on detail.

Art

My art


I am learning about blending the colors and coloring the oil pastels dark to light colors. Something that challenged me was filling in the white spaces and making the front  of the page look  thick. I am proud of blending the oil pastels to each other because it was mostly my goal to blend in the colors together.  Next time I am going to make the pictures in the distance a bit more smaller.

About me

 Me

                                                                                                                                        
I like reading, reading is one thing I like to do when I'm: bored, sick, worn out, and wanting something to do.
I like reading because I always feel I'm in another world. I feel like it is quiet, even when around somewhere very noisy. Some of things that get lost when I start reading is: Billionaire boy, cook books, The Smugglers cave, Diary of a wimpy kid books and Mr stink. My favourite sport  is netball. I mostly did it in Onekawa School where I always try my best. I moved away from Onekawa School so I chose to move to Parkvale School . I learn a lot and have lots of fun learning with my teachers Mrs Ramsay Mrs Hill and Miss Jackett. I never want to move away from my lovely School. I have lots friends and I would like it to stay that way. My favourite learning experience is blog posts and reading. I am international licence because I can manage my own learning. I always have my learning  tools ready for all learning. I always make responsible choices about where and who to work with. I see mistakes as a chance to learn and try new strategies to help my learning. I know what to do and how to do it. I strive to always complete learning to my personal Best. International licence gives me to go into backrooms, Work on the deck, and go to the library but only ask if I have anything to do before I go.

I am poem

I am a reader

I am a reader

I wonder the best ways to complete my learning to my personal best

I hear the attractive sentences in books

I see the challenge I try to complete

I want things to be my personal best at all times

I am a reader

I pretend I am inside the story when I read

I feel safe in bed

I touch my favourite book at home when I am bored

I worry the things that are hard, will get harder

I cry when I am lost

I am a reader

I understand when someone explains things when I am confused

I say what has happened after an event to my mum

I dream of good things that might happen in the morning

I try my best at netball

I hope I get better at netball

I am a reader

I have been working on my I am poem. Something that challenged me is making it interesting so the reader will enjoy the poem. I am proud of  completing my goal,sharing whats inside myself, because most of my I am poem was confusing to complete. We use describing words to make detail and a picture in the persons mind. These are some of my I am poem sentences that I found hard to write that I completed:
I pretend I am inside the story when I read
I worry the things that are hard, will get harder
I understand when someone explains things when I am confused

The Mysterious Animal

I have been learning to use detail in my writing. We use detail to hook the reader and make a picture in their mind. Something that challenged me was to write the beginning to hook the reader in and how I changed all the said's to some other words. I am proud of achieving my goal:detail. Next time I am going to use the thesaurus more.
Here are some details I added:

I stroked the tail it was very delicate

Carefully  I picked her up ,excited to be looking after a little kitten.
I was extremely happy that Ginger was OK. I nearly cried with joy.

Bang Bang Bang! The ceiling shook. What was that horrible sound? The noise got louder and louder as I waited for it to stop. Finally I opened the door. It was gone. I must of scared it away. Quietly I shutted the door  as a little squeal came from the garden. Slowly I turned around and saw a tail hanging out from a large bush. The tail was peach. I stroked the tail it was very delicate. Was it lost or was it playing? The animal squealed again. Swiftly I pushed the bushes back . There was a mini kitten squealing. Carefully  I picked her up ,excited to be looking after a little kitten. But why was she squealing? The kitten turned around. I spotted the thorn in the kitten’s foot. Carefully I pulled the thorn out of her foot. She looked at me with fright. She was so scared that her eyes started sinking with a few tears. I catched(caught)  them with my palm.” You don’t have to cry” I whispered to the kitten.”I’ll look after you.” I looked at her collar. It almost had all the information I needed to know.

                                                             Collar

                                            Name Ginger

                                                        Gender Girl

                                                        Adress ?

                                                       Phone no. ?

                                                        

The only missing part of the information was the Address and phone no. I looked at Ginger confused. “ How will I take you home.”I crept inside. What will mum do with the kitten if I showed it to her? I was nearly there in my room until mum heard a bulky footstep, stomp! I tried to hide Ginger, but mum came in before I could do anything. She looked at my my hands…

What would she do next? I closed my eyes. Instead of a scream she stayed still for a while. I left the room. That night I was worried sick. My heart was beating. I wanted to cry. Before I went to bed I looked at Ginger. Will Ginger be safe?

In the morning I found out my answer. No! A huge amount of men came into the house. They took Ginger’s food, her food bowl, including her bed. What was happening and what has mum done?  Where was Ginger? That was my main question now. She wasn’t under my bed nor mum’s. I was about to peek in the garden until I heard a squeal from the top room. I ran into the house upstairs. I started looking under boxes and on shelves. Finally I found her burrowing under a large hat. She was dusty and cold. Slowly I walked down stairs. The men had  all of Ginger’s stuff now they were looking for Ginger. I crept downstairs holding Ginger behind my back.  Suddenly a man stared at me. I looked shocked. He started asking questions about Ginger: Where is your cat? What food does she like? Where did you get her? I answered none. I ran outside. How scared Ginger must been. She jumped from my hands...and started to run.  That was the end of Ginger. The next night  I creeped out from my bed and tiptoed  out to find Ginger. I went out into  the night. I  heard howling and more mysterious noises. I looked everywhere up trees across bridges through caves. In one deep dark cave I saw Ginger lying down on the ground. Her heart beating was just enough. I ran home with Ginger tightly in my hands. Quietly I walked to the kitchen. The men had took all her food. I remembered that I placed some cat food in under my bed. I fed Ginger the perfect amount of food to keep her alive. She opened her eyes a tiny bit. I was 100% sure that she was alive enough to run a whole lap. I fell asleep saying to myself, Ginger is alive, Ginger is alive. In the morning luckily Ginger was alive. She was licking me to get her attention.  I was extremely happy that Ginger was OK. I nearly cried with joy. I was so happy stroked Ginger, went to the market to buy more cat things, and fed her cat food. Mum didn’t notice Ginger at all, she didn’t call the men when she saw all the cat food in the cupboard, she didn’t throw her food bowl away when she saw it on the floor, and she didn’t  make a fuss when she saw her bed. That meant that me and Ginger were free to play at home.