Bedroom Venn Diagram

This is my Venn Diagram about the differences in the bedrooms that is between a 15 year old Japanese girl called Risa and I. I found this photo from the photo story by James Mollison. I realized that not every child around the world has the same stuff that I have.

Stars Explanation

Why are stars only visible after sunset?

Where do the stars go during the day? Has that question ever crossed your mind? Stars are luminous points in the sky which are large balls of gas made of Hydrogen and Helium, the two lightest elements in the universe.

During the day the stars are still there, we just can’t see them because when our part of the Earth faces the sun, giving us daytime; the sun’s rays scatter across the atmosphere making the sky blue and the stars invisible to the naked human eye. For example: When you light a candle, it’s easier to see the glow in the dark than in the light.

According to global information, when the temperature of a cloud’s center reaches many millions of degrees centigrade (Celsius), Hydrogen Nuclei within the clouds start to collide with one another, they form Helium Nuclei. This is called Nuclear Fusion (Nuclear reaction), and huge amounts of energy are released; mostly heat.

Next, the center of the of the cloud starts to ‘burn’ and a star is born. After a new star is formed, energy produced by the Nuclear Fusion causes it to swell like a balloon. As long as this energy is balanced by gravity, the star will remain stable because just as the fusion causes the star to expand, gravitational energy tries to compress it. The stability can last for millions of years.

Did you know that the surface temperature of a star can range from 3,000 to over 50,000 Celsius? The surface temperature of a star will determine its colour; the cooler stars are red and the hotter stars are blue. The temperature also affects the brightness of a star, the hotter the star is, the brighter it will be.

Many minds never realize that the stars are still there, but they truly are. They’re not visible due to the rays received from the  sun making the sky blue. This causes the sky to be too bright for the stars to outshine the sky. Take into recognition that at night, we can see the stars because the sky isn’t bright, just a dull black canvas awaiting to be known of its existence behind the superior blue cloak.

This is my explanation about why stars aren't visible during the day.

My Special Friend

This is my explanation about what a special friend is.

Do you have someone in your life whom you honor and revere so much that, they are now one of the most special people in your life? A special friend is someone who is unique and different from everyone else. They accept you for you are, not what they want you to be. They respect, comfort and understand you when you are troubled or in doubt.

My special friend is Kapri, because she always makes me laugh and makes me less serious. She respects me and accepts me for who I am, despite the differences between us. Kapri makes me feel important and is honest with me, no matter how hard the truth is. She listens to me when I need someone to talk and get the weight off my shoulders. I always have Kapri’s shoulder to lean on and she always has mine.

Kapri is always helpful to me. She’s always kind and smiles at me under any circumstances. She has my back and I have her’s. Kapri always tries to cheer me up. She has emotional feelings and always tries to understand what I’m going through. She is different than anyone else I’ve met and I respect all that she does for me.

To have a special friend is always important because, you can have someone to count on and that they can count on you. Also because you can have someone to share your troubles and doubts with. Would you want someone in your life who is always there for you? I know I would!

Rongoa Information Report

Did you ever think that it was possible for people to use plants for medicine? Back when the earth was still young, Maori people used Rangoa, which is their traditional medicine from different plants. These were the treasures of Tane, the God of the forests. People have benefited from these medicines for generations. They have been passing their knowledge down through families and whakapapa.

For centuries, Rongoa has been traditional Maori, ecological medicine which has been of benefit and usage for a long time. It has been important to Maori culture, because Rongoa was their history and what they value highly.

Not many people know that Rongoa is a tradition, that represents the passing of the Maori history, and what the Maori people valued most. In the past, Rongoa meant the healing of the whole body. Tohunga, were the healers and guardians of knowledge. They were priests, and scholars who were well educated in the field of Rongoa. They were the people who handed out the medicines. By knowing your bloodline, they know when we have a reaction to a wound or not.

Manuka is one of the many environmental plants which has been used as Rongoa for a very long time. When the Manuka bark is crushed and boiling water has been assimilated together. The cooked liquid is poured onto burns or rubbed onto bruises to ease the pain. When the boiled Manuka leaves are in the water, if you inhale vapour, the leaves ease head colds.

Rongoa has been of benefit to humans for centuries, and it is all thanks to the Tohunga who have passed down their knowledge of healing to their whakapapa. These treasures are dangerous in the hands of people who have no knowledge of how to use them, and what plant to use.

Y'all Challenge

This is my poster on the American way of saying You all. It was a Challenge set by Mr Johnston. We had to find what Y'all means, if it's plural or singular, where it originates and find someone on YouTube pronouncing it.

Sentence Punctuation Challenge

This is a challenge that was given to us by Mrs Anderson to practise our punctuation like full stops and commas in sentences.

Apostrophe Timed Challenge

This my score on Apostrophe Timed Challenge. It is a game to help me practise my punctuation. 

To, Two, Too

These are the definitions I found out on to, two and too.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Migration Paragraph

New Zealand is a multicultural society that has a diverse population. We are tolerant of the change that has been done because of migration and accept the differences of everyone around us. We all shows respect to each other’s ideas and beliefs. We adapt and include everyone’s cultures for the sole purpose of living in harmony.

This is a migration paragraph that Kapri, Pah Nwee and I wrote. The highlighted words are the words related to migration.

Pourquoi Story

How Music Came to Samoa.

Through the mist of time, past the seven seas and through the horizons, a couple: Masina and Fetuao traveled the seas, hoping to discover a land of beautiful flowers, white sand, and a place where they could make their dreams come true. Along with their two children Rangi a 10 year old boy and his little sister Sefina a 8 year old girl, they traveled through the days, stilling searching of a land of hopes and dreams

After days of traveling, the family approached an island of everything they dreamed about at night. The white sand was shimmering under the hot sun, the flowers had rain drops on their petals. The water was clear and a baby blue colour. Palm trees were swaying in cool summer breeze. There were children playing around, and the adults talking to one another, or doing work inside the fales.

The family was overjoyed and decided to look around. After wandering around the island for some time, they all met up at the middle and Fetuao made an announcement to his family:

“We are going to live here. This is our home now.” He declared. Rangi and Sefina was so happy that they held each other’s hands and began jumping around in circles.

Days had passed since the family moved to Samoa, little Sefina was playing around near the beach, collecting shells when from the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of something shiny. Carefully, she walked slowly to the piece of item and very carefully picked it up. Lifting it up to eye level, Sefina examined the piece of object. The item was made of wood, it was long and had nine holes in it. It was a flute! Sefina had cleaned it and let it dry for the whole day.

The next day, Sefina had brought the flute home and showed her family.

“Mother! Father! Look what I found!” The little girl shouted as she ran into the fale. Masina and Fetuao were in the kitchen making lunch, her brother was on the floor playing with his toys.

“What is it, Sefina?” Masina asked as she and Fetuao walked out of the kitchen. Sefina waved the flute in the air like a flyer.

“What is that?” Rangi asked, eyeing the flute, suspiciously.

“It’s a flute.” Fetuao answered, and Masina nodded. Sefina blew into the flute and a whistling noise came out of it. Her eyes flew wide, her mouth a gape . She started blowing into it again, this time placing her fingers on top of the holes one by one; testing the sounds each hole makes.

After days of practise, Sefina started playing the flute around the village and performing in front of people. One hot day, as Sefina was performing when suddenly Fa’atiu -the god of the wind- appeared, with a roar.

“Who dares play the flute?” He hollered as his red eyes grew wide and glowed. He let his eyes search for his new prisoner.

“YOU!!!” Fa’atiu shouted as he pointed towards Sefina.

“How dare you play the flute?!” He demanded with venom leaking from his words. Making the ground quivver, the waters to shake and the winds to rattle.

“Why? Why am I not allowed to play the flute?” Sefina asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Because I don’t like it.” Fa’atiu said stubbornly as he crossed his arms.

“What gives you the right to tell us what to do? Just because you don’t like the sound of music, doesn’t mean that everyone can’t enjoy it.” Sefina stated as she crossed her arms, stood tall and glared at Fa’atiu.

Fa’atiu glared back, then smirked at Sefina.

“Well, looks like I can’t stop you all from playing the flute,” He lowered himself to the ground, walked towards Sefina and held his hand towards her,

“So how about a truce, hmmm?” He suggested. Sefina, thinking that he actually meant it, shook hands with him.

“I’m sorry, I was being rude to you.” She apologised, giving him a sincere smile.

“Don’t be. Since I’ll be taking the flute for myself.” Fa’atiu snatched the flute and flew off to the underground, laughing wickedly.

“Come on, there has to be some way to the underground.” Sefina begged, but the villagers all shook their heads.

“Will you at least help me?” She asked, as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I will.” Came a strong voice from the crowd. It was her brother, Rangi. He looked around, but no one else joined. They all looked terrified and shaken by the arrival of Fa’atiu.

“Come Sefina, I’ll take you to the underground.” Rangi said as he led the way. Sefina followed close behind. The two of them walked to the top of a mountain and through the dark green rainforest. Near the top of the mountain, was a towering wall of rock. Rangi and Sefina stopped. Rangi called out to the rock:

“Rock open!” Sefina couldn’t believe her eyes as the rock divided slowly into two. Rangi and Sefina entered the gap as quickly and silently as they could. There, right before their eyes they saw the wondrous underground world of the god: Fa’atiu.  Sefina spotted her flute amongst the pile of musical instruments. Grabbing it quickly,

“Let’s go, Rangi. Before Fa’atiu see us.” Too late. The god had spotted them.

When Fa’atiu saw the flute in Sefina’s hand, he lost his temper. Screeching with fury, he lunged at Sefina. Rangi stood in front of her, protecting her from Fa’atiu. Rangi leapt at Fa’atiu and began to wrestle her. The ground shook as the two fought. At last, using both of his hands, Rangi grabbed Fa’atiu’s arms and pinned them to her back. Fa’atiu was enraged.

“LET ME GO!!!” He shrieked. Rangi shook his head.

“I’ll let you go, only if you let us play music in Samoa.” He tightened his grip so that Fa’atiu couldn’t escape. Fa’atiu was forced to agree.

“All right,” He said.

“You can take those instruments along with you.” Rangi let go of the beaten god and walked back home with musical instruments in his and Sefina’s arms.

From that day on, Samoans were able to have music and dance on their island. That was how music came to Samoa.

This is my Pourquoi story about how music came to Samoa. I found out that a Pourquoi is a mixture of explanation and narrative to explain something to the audience in a entertaining way.

Bias Paragraph

Bias is your own opinion or judgement you make through your own point of view.
Bias is like a coin with two sides: subjective and objective. Subjective means you use your prior knowledge to make a decision. Objective is when you don’t allow your prior to interfere with your decision.

Having read the Three Little Pigs, Wolf demolished the two houses and he attempted murder. He makes the wrong decisions and is blinded by revenge. He was attempting murder and vandalising the Pig's property. I’m being subjective and I know that what the wolf did was wrong because vandalising and attempting murder is wrong.

On the other hand, if I don’t use my prior knowledge, I think that the wolf was just trying to be friendly and the pig’s were just being cruel to him. Now, I’m being objective and not letting my prior knowledge interfere with my statement.

We have been learning about Bias. This is my paragraph explaining what Bias is. I used the P.E.E chain, it stands for: Point, Explain and Explore.

Viewpoints

The wolf’s viewpoint:

I think the pigs treated me with horrible hospitality. All I needed from them was the sugar that I needed for the cake I was making. I had asked the first little pig who had built his house out of straw, but he had said to go away. Accidentally, I had sneezed and destroyed the house. I had asthma and couldn’t breathe properly. I saw the pig lying there under the all the mess, so I ate him to be polite. When I reached the second pig, the same thing happened again. When I asked the third pig for some sugar, he snapped back at me, telling me to go away and was talking to me badly. Usually, I’m calm, but when someone talks about me badly, I lose it. I had climbed the chimney, I should have known that a pot of boiling water awaited me at the bottom of the chimney. I’d fallen right into the pot and was nearly boiled alive! Fortunately, I survived but had severe wounds. I am not the murderer here!

The pig’s viewpoint:

I think the wolf has treated us unfairly. He stalked us in our homes and tried to kill us! The wolf destroyed my two brother’s houses. When he reached my home he tried to break in through my chimney. Out of fear, I placed a pot of boiling water underneath the chimney. I did what I thought was right, and that was to protect myself from becoming his next meal.

Over the past few days, we are learning about different viewpoints and how they can change our point of views for the story. This is a task we did, to see the difference, similarities and the viewpoints in the three little pigs.

Why My Blog Is Unique

Why my blog is unique

Do you remember what you did on the first day of school? I don’t, but I do know all the work I have done since Year 5 because I have a blog that has all the work that I have done for the past four years. A blog is a personal website which I can update each week with the work I do.  It is like a timeline that holds information that I can share with a global audience.

My blog allows me to show the work I have done individually or collaboratively. I can be anywhere in the world and I can still post things on my blog, no matter what time it is. I am able to modify and change things on my blog, for example: change the background to the colour I like, or write a small introduction about myself.

You can also access other people's blogs and leave your digital footprint by making a comment on something they have posted. When you leave a comment, you are giving feedback and feedforward, to help them take their learning to the next level.

Having my own blog allows me to keep a record of my learning. It’s like my own personal timeline that holds  special memories of my past and present work. The work I blog is like a  stage performance.The first scene is when I start my work, then comes the intermission where I complete my work. To finish the performance I publish it on to my blog, and wait for the feedback from my global audience.

There are many blogs around the world, each one different and unique. Having a blog, is a great privilege,  so remember, if you have one continue posting things on it, and if you don’t, think about creating one.

By Asmah

Water Scoop Presentation

Hi this is a presentation that Tienira, Roswell, Mahdia and I made on how to make a water scoop.

Compare And Contrast

This is a compare and contrast, that Kapri and I collaboratively filled in. We had to camper and contrast about the facts on Storm water and waste water. We have showed our understanding by bullet pointing the facts we know.

My 6 Hats Presentation

Hi, this is a 6 hats presentation that I made with my classmates: Kyra, Kapri, Puke & Andre. It is about the history of Panmure Bridge.