This is my definition of what I found out what culture means to me.
Thursday, 28 August 2014
Wednesday, 27 August 2014
Kids Can
This is a presentation that we made for Kids Can to say thank you for the shoes and jackets they gave us.
Museum Facts Poster
This is my museum facts poster about what we learnt on our trip to the museum.
Why is Facebook a problem?
Why is Facebook a problem?
Of course most people agree that Facebook has been a problem, such as a negative influence on children that has created many problems. Did you know that Facebook has more than 750 million active users, that is more than twice the U.S population.
One of the many disadvantages, are how people are being cyber bullied online. Did you know that 70% of the youngsters have experienced cyberbullying and one in five have said that it has been extreme. Facebook just doesn’t affect people mentally but also physically. Children, preteens and teens are going through: stomach aches, nervous conditions, anxiety, depression and sleep deprivation, and it is all because of the over use Facebook.
Kids who are obsessed with Facebook can’t focus in their educational tasks and the rate of absences is high. School can be really stressful, but when you add to it hurtful comments over the internet when you have no idea who is saying mean things behind your back, sometimes it can be too overwhelming.
There are chances for the kids that they will lose whatever social communicating they have when they have overused Facebook. To build up the social communicating you allowed is hard to regain \When people are asked what are the subjects to rank the importance of why they use Facebook. The top three reasons were: to maintain contact (88 percent), maintain their network (83 percent) and read status updates (77 percent).
Remember that when you go on to Facebook you should always make sure that you’re going on the right sites and making the right choices. There are a lot of posts but each and everyone of them can be a virus, a scam or posted by someone who is not who they really are.
This is my explanation on why Facebook is a problem.
Place Of Origin
This is a Google Draw that Jazmine and I created about our Place of origin.
Historical Recount
The search of Aotearoa.
Giving direction to the captain, was an enormous responsibility, because as a Tahuna, the weight of uncertainty and feelings of misgiving were massive and were thrown upon my shoulders. I was taught how to read the stars, the currents of the water, the position of the sun and the wind by my ancestors. Through my studies, I had attained vast knowledge of the language of these environmental gifts.The captain’s men, had prepared the waka weeks before our departure. The food had been dried and had been stored in ketes. The men had filled gourds with fresh water on the day of our departure.
After the sun had set, and twilight had befallen us, Ropata, our rangatira (captain), the pahihi (passengers) and myself, the Tahuna (navigator). We boarded the waka as the rest of the Maori people chanted prayers around the big fire in the shore. Altogether, there was 12 people on the waka. Among us, there was a young boy no older than 10 years of age, his name was Marama, meaning moonlight. As we sailed away from Hawaiki, the glare of the blazing fire was getting smaller and smaller by the push of the paddle.
“Irirangi, which direction?” Ropata asked as he paddled, moving the waka along the reflective ocean water. I turned towards the sky and held out my hand to the stars, studying them for a moment,
“Ki te raki” I responded, signaling to the north.
As we continued with our journey, I could see from time to time, dolphins jumping from in and out from the ocean water. I also could see whales swimming in the water, and the chirpings of the birds in the changing sky, could be heard for miles. The fragrance of the cooking, wafted into the air. After being at sea for a few days, I could tell the passengers were getting bored, as there was nothing to do while we were sailing.
Ever since, we had set sail, I felt the rangatira’s and the passenger’s faith and trust in me got heavier and heavier. The pressure of guiding the boat and giving directions, was getting more each day. Now I could finally understand the responsibility and pressure the other Tahuna had advised me about. I had learnt my skills through the stories, poems and songs. I had spent many years of my youth, learning and studying these sacred texts.
After a few days, we had finally spotted land. There were seagulls squawking around the shores. There were tall, forest coloured trees some on high mountain tops, I could see the sand clear and shining under the fiery sun. Everyone exploded into cheers and chants, laughter soon following. I was very thrilled, that I took off my Tahuna necklace and hooked it around Marama. His parents hugged him and quickly ran off the waka, their son following behind them.
Never had I imagined in my life, that I would find Aotearoa. I always had thought it was just a dream, but after seeing it, it wasn’t a dream anymore. Next time, I’ll keep in mind to not get mentally panicked, and try to keep a calm mind.
This is my historical recount about what I think happened on the voyaging waka that came to Aotearoa (New Zealand). My writing I wrote is through the point of view of the Tahunga, the navigator.
Monday, 18 August 2014
Storylines Show
Today, the story-lines show came to Panmure Bridge School. Their theme was called: Space Jump. The actors were Tye and Naomi. The show was about an alien who came to Earth, finding out facts about fiction books. The alien also learnt about imagination and creativity. We learnt that when you get a book that is in a different language, you can look at pictures and try to think what they represent, also you can ask someone to read the book to you.
Thursday, 7 August 2014
Homonyms Presentation
This is our presentation that Kapri & I made about Homonyms. We both learnt that Homonyms are words that sound the same but are spelt differently and have different meanings. We also learnt about contractions. They are words that are shortened with a apostrophe.
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