Kung Fu Grading - Eli

 Has Eli written this in a way so you can sense his nervousness?



I just wanted to bang my head on the wall. This is what happens when something is bugging me. I was wishing I could just knock myself out to stop the nervous feeling.

On Sunday I,m going to my Kung Fu grading. All the Kung Fu classes in Taranaki are going to be there. my class are going for our yellow belt.  I'm still a white belt but I'm still very good at it.

The grading is at Palmerston North - SUNDAY!!

Spilling Blood - Isaac

My face was spilling out blood making stains on the concrete and on the deck. I screamed, "MUM, CAN I HAVE SOME HELP? PLEASE. My face is pouring out with blood."

Mum came running and shouted, What's happened to my baby?" (that's not really what mum said, but it sort of is!). What Mum really said is, "I think this is a job for the hospital."

"AOOOO," I said sounding worried because I had never been to the hospital before and the hospital seemed scary!!!!!(not the place I wanted to be)

There is more to come - what do you think of the start so far.......

Excited - Hunter

Dad is working on the motorbike to ride on the beach. We are leaving tomorrow and staying for two days. I can't wait. Me and Mum have been looking in shops fora gift (we've even been in the crafty fox) We're thinking of getting her a blue wave (necklace). We need to be fast in tomorrow to get something.

On Saturday me and my family are going to Mokau for our friend's birthday. We're going to stay in a beach bach.

I am so excited

My Split Open Head - Shikain

This is my writing from today.  How does it make you feel? Have you ever had an accident?

 

My split open head

I was at nana’s house and we went in the camper

bus. I hit my sister and mum tried to smack my bum and we were fighting over the broom. Mum let go of the broom and I fell back! And I landed on a metal sharp corner. I had a bang go off in my head. I ran into the bus bedroom and something was dripping from my head. I felt my head and I looked at my fingers. It was BLOOD I screamed as loud as i could I ran out to mum. I panicked mum took me out side nana got a tail to put on my head. I threw the wet tail far away. Mum felt horrible for dropping me. We went straight to the doctor’s to get my head glued. It was time for me to see the doctor for me to get my head glued. When we got in she told me to stay still. She had to clean my head after she got the glue I stayed still one drop she put more on and it stung like hell. I cried for a little while. After my head felt all Beter. When we got home I had a rest on the couch and I watch TV. In the morning I felt so much pain in my head it like a rocket set off in my head.

It was the scariest day of my life.

by shikain

 

Eli show not tell

Head rolls back bursting with laughter.
Eyes close cant open.
Tears slip down his face.
The clip ends.
 


 
 







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Nikki-100WC

   100 WC

I could feel the slimy sluggish pest crawls along the lake as I pull and pull it was not going to move.When I try my best to pull it out of the water but it would not come out. I had to get three people to help me to pull it out of the water. We pulled and pulled but it would not move but we got five more people to help us.We pulled and pulled and at the end we pulled as hard as we can then it came out ya.   

Kieran's representative tournament

On Sunday I had my first Taranaki representative trip out in Whanganui. I play for the under 11 federation Taranaki team. My first game we played Manawatu green, our team eventually won 2-1 I scored no goals but my performance was excellent. On to my second game. Taranaki black (my team) also won our last game against Whanganui blue and the final score was 4-0 to us!!!
The bus trip on the way down was very tiring the whole two hours felt like it took for ever! on the way back I came home with my mum and dad. Through out the day my parents were very supportive of me.
Overall I had a brilliant day with all my new mates from the team.

Kieran

My Dog- Shikain

Shikain has worked hard to choose writing to let you know how funny his dog is. can you give him some feedback on the words he has chosen. What do you like about his writing?

My Dog

I have a dog her name is Jade she is 3 years old. Soon she is going to have puppys! She has fur like a sheep and she is really play full. She is Poochon.

When we go dirt biking sometimes she gets in the way. Sometimes we have to slam on the breaks because we don’t want to run her over. When she does this our faces go red and we shake our heads with laughter.

She is really hilarious when she hops out of the bath and charge’s for my sister’s room. When I run and stop she freeze’s like she is a sculpture.

We always hide her ball under the couch’s pillowand she makes crack up noises when we hold her back. If we let her go she digs her head in the couch. When we throw the ball for her she gives it back.

Once when she was a puppy we took her to the lake and brought her ball. We threw the ball in the lake and she jumped straight in the water. Ten seconds later she zoomed back with speed. When she shakes the water off her fur she becomes a big fluffy dog and the water drop spread every where. She stops shaking and runs over to get the ball and it is all soggy like bread that is wet.

By Shikain.

soccer, CONNOR

Today at luach i played soccer. When i was palying i heared peolpe talking ,calling to each other, asking for the ball. And i saw lots of kids kicking balls trying to get the ball off eachother. BY CONNOR

Adventures Kieran Corban and Curtis

This a animation that Corban, Curtis and I have been working for the last 2 weeks. We were able to have the privilege of working with Mrs Clarkson. Our final picture count brought us all the way up to 756 photos!!!! We could not have done it with out all of the help from Mrs Clarkson (thank you) Kieran

NZ's best lifeguard takes on world at kayaking - Article Week 9, Term 3

NZ's best lifeguard takes on world at kayaking 

New Plymouth's Adam Fraser was a world away when named New Zealand Lifeguard of the Year in Wellington on Saturday night.
The Fitzroy Surf Lifesaving Club member had a valid reason for missing the awards dinner - he was on the other side of the world competing in the world marathon kayaking championships in Copenhagen.
Fraser, who found out about the award before heading to Denmark, said: "It's pretty special, a nice surprise.
"I couldn't believe it, to be fair.
"I won the Taranaki Lifeguard of the Year award earlier in the year, so I knew my name had been put forward.
"It's nice to be recognised."
The 33-year-old panelbeater said it was disappointing he could not attend the awards but he was happy his father, Ross, could accept the trophy on his behalf.
"I would have loved to be there but competing for New Zealand is also pretty special. And being named New Zealand Lifeguard of the Year on the same day is something I'll never forget."
Fraser helped qualify 50 new lifeguards and as a chief IRB (inflatable rescue boat) examiner, he also put through eight new IRB drivers and 35 crewman awards.
Fraser also completed 65 hours of patrol duties, supporting his young patrol captain.
As vice-club captain, Fraser has also provided guidance and support for all Fitzroy lifeguards and patrols, often spending many hours in a support role which goes unlogged. "I qualified as a lifeguard when I was 14. I've done it for 19 years now, it's a lifetime thing. I know Fitzroy Beach like the back of my hand. It's the people and the environment I love.
"I get to hang out at the beach every day, you can't complain about that. It's a great organisation to belong to. As they say: you're in it for life."
Fraser is also involved in the Taranaki rescue squad.
"I'm on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week."
The Lifeguard of the Year award is the pinnacle of surf lifesaving in New Zealand and highlights the skill, experience and dedication of the men and women who give up their time to make our beaches safer. "Adam embodies everything it takes to be an exemplary volunteer surf lifeguard," Surf Lifesaving New Zealand chief executive Paul Dalton said.
"He has commitment, passion and an unswerving dedication to surf lifesaving. He's a great role model and has led by example."
The Volunteer of the Year was Whangamata's Mike Tames, with the Rescue of the Year going to the Sunset Beach Lifeguard Service who saved a group of 10 fishermen stranded on a rocky outcrop by the incoming tide.

 

Cooper and Connor - multiplying with a tidy number - compensating Connor/Cooper

Multiplying - using a tidy ten and then compensating- Connor and Cooper

Scary Story By Janelle!

Scary Story!

At night… a scary monster came in my room, I tried to run out of my room but then the monster shut the door so I could not get out! I screamed for help but there was no one in my house! I tried to climb out of the window, but they were latched. I could not get out! I finally got out of the window [somehow] and ran down my street the monster was chasing me!

 

I hid behind a house; the monster looked behind a house thinking I was there. I tried not to scream. 

Family came to get me!

The End

 

 

Petronas Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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The girl was hiding behind a large rock. She put a hand over her black eye and stared at the wavy patch of sand nearby.

"Baba, Baba!" Tulsi was calling out in his irritating, mosquito voice.

She put her hand over her blue eye and squinted at the patch. Hmm, still wavy. Odd. She hadn't seen sand like that before. It looked like the heat waves that shimmered over the desert on a very hot afternoon.

"Baba," squawked Tulsi.

"Oh, go away," she murmured under her breath, "you stupid boy."

As if obeying her command, like the ever-faithful servant he was, Tulsi's whining voice started to recede, fading into the distance.

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He was probably going back to the camp for reinforcements.

With a sigh, Baba stood up, smoothing down the front of her golden smock, and stepped towards the wavering patch of sand. All around her was the usual desert: rocks, gravel, sand, the occasional cactus or spindly tree. Overhead was the usual creamy blue sky.

One step, and the soft leather of her sandal touched the wavy sand. Nothing happened. Not that she was expecting very much to happen, but still . . . Disappointed, Baba turned around to go back to the camp herself. But now, instead of the usual rocks and sand, there was grass: long, luxurious grass.

The girl gasped. She turned around on the spot. She was standing in a field of grass that stretched away to the horizon. Not a horrid cactus in sight. And over there — what was that?

Baba shaded her eyes with her hand. White buildings.

"Ha!" she cried.

She was about to rush towards the buildings

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know how to ggghdfghfgh get back to the desert. Looking around, she found a trampled circle of shivering grass. That must be where she came through — like a door, of sorts. Baba whipped off her red silk scare and looped it around a bunch of upright grass. There — she'd be able to find that again.

Baba set -off at a trot, her golden tunic flapping in the breeze, the grass slapping at her soft trousers.

A blank, smooth wall of pale stone rose up from the ground ahead of her. Beyond were the roofs and windows of buildings. Panting, she slowed to a walk. She had never seen anything like it. Not even at the market town where the desert prince lived.

Who would live in such a place? What kind of people? She hoped they would be friendly. But then, she was Baba, the leader of her people — others might not have heard of her, but that didn't matter.

She was closer now — and approaching an arched entrance way. Through the arch she could see a beautiful yellow tree. Baba stood with her

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ands on her hips, looking up. A single word was etched into the white stone: Petronas.

Baba held her breath and took a step forward. Despite herself, she was listening hard. If she heard a shout or a cry, then she would run very fast back to the desert.

But all was silent. Not even a bird sang.

The girl stepped into a large courtyard and looked up at the tree. It was so lovely. Trees like that did not grow in the desert. Now, something else caught her eye. Could it be?

Baba gasped, then laughed out loud.

It was a miracle — a dream come true.

Tulsi ran back to the camp in a panic. "She's
gone, she's gone," he cried to the first person he
bumped into, who happened to be Baba's aunt.

"Calm down, Tulsi," said Aunty "Tell me what's happened?'

"We were playing hide-and-seek, up there around the big rocks?' The boy, his skinny frame shaking with anxiety, pointed further up the

valley where enormous rocks were scattered like giant marbles. Once, many years ago, a mighty river would have flowed through here. "And now I can't find her."

Aunty patiedjulsi's shoulder. "Don't worry, she'll just be hiding."

"But I've looked everywhere," he wailed. "What's up?" asked Jad, Tulsi's father. "Tulsi's lost Baba," said Aunty, smiling

thinly.

Jad nodded sagely. "Baba will come back when she's ready."

"Don't worry about Baba," adsed Aunty. "Come and help us with the cactus."

Tulsi sighed and followed her over to the makeshift kitchen. Others were already sitting around on mats, cleaning and slicing the cactus pads. They wuld be cooked into a stew that night for dinner. It was one of Tulsi's favourite meals. Not that he enjoyed dealing with the prickly cactus.

He sat on the mat next to his sister, Ming. She was a year younger than Tulsi, but she was still able to clean and slice up a cactus pad in

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valley where enormous rocks were scattered like giant marbles. Once, many years ago, a mighty river would have flowed through here. "And now I can't find her."

Aunty patiedjulsi's shoulder. "Don't worry, she'll just be hiding."

"But I've looked everywhere," he wailed. "What's up?" asked Jad, Tulsi's father. "Tulsi's lost Baba," said Aunty, smiling

thinly.

Jad nodded sagely. "Baba will come back when she's ready."

"Don't worry about Baba," advised Aunty. "Come and help us with the cactus."

Tulsi sighed and followed her over to the makeshift kitchen. Others were already sitting around on mats, cleaning and slicing the cactus pads. They would be cooked into a stew that night for dinner. It was one of Tulsi's favourite meals. Not that he enjoyed dealing with the prickly cactus.

He sat on the mat next to his sister, Ming. She was a year younger than Tulsi, but she was still able to clean and slice up a cactus pad in\

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less time than it took him just to remove the spines with a sharp knife.

Ming gave him a sideways look. "Lost her again, have you? What's that Baba done now?" she asked.

"Nothing," muttered Tulsi.

He didn't understand why some of the girls didn't like Baba. Jealous of her special treatment, he supposed. There was no chopping of cactus or gathering of herbs or milking of goats for Baba. For himself, he was proud to be her attendant. All of the Babas, stretching back through generations, had had their own attendant.

Baba's cousin, Tai, who was cutting up a cactus pad on a flat rock, laughed. "Maybe she's back in her tent, eating sweetmeats."

Tulsi blushed. She was talking about the last time he had lost Baba, only to find she had double-tracked back to the camp without him. But what if something had happened to her and he wasn't there to help? A snake could have bitten her. Or she could have fallen into a hole and hurt her leg. It was his job to look after

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Baba. Though she didn't make it easy for him.

Tai jumped to her feet. She started mincing up and down, flipping a pretend scarf over her shoulder. "Look at me," she simpered. "I am the great Baba. Seehow beautiful I am!"

The other girls were falling over themselves laughing.

Tulsi's blush deepened. "Stop it," he muttered. "She's not like that."But the girls just laughed harder.

Then somebody said, "Shush — she is coming!"Ming hiccuped and hid her face in her hair.

At the edge of the camp, Baba had appeared. Had she heard them? With her chin in the air, the girl walked through the camp. She did not even look at the girls around the cooking area, but went straight towards her tent.

Tulsi hurried over. At the tent flap, he gave his usual cough. "May I enter, oh Baba?" No reply. He crept in through the flap and knelt on the soft mat. Baba was sitting cross-legged on a cushion at the back of the tent. Quirt was nestled in her lap. "Call the elders," she said, not looking at Tulsi, "I have found water:'

I did not know how to add fractions and I wanted to know how. I went on you tube and found this.
also have a look at this website www. I- hate- maths.com

Our rat poster!!-Evette, Lucy and Brylee (It took ages!)

Kieran's trip to Wanganui

This Weekend I have the privilege of going to Wanganui and playing for Taranaki under 11 Football team.
I have entered the team for the second straight time in a row ( I got in last year too.) I will be going in a bus up there and probably catching a ride back down with my family. My main positions are center forward, left forward and midfield (they are the positions that score all of the goals.)
My first game is at 1:15 against Wanganui blue and my second at 2:30 against Manawatu green. This year my squad is a very challenging team with every body wanting to push for there favourite position.
This year is going to be more challenging than ever mentally and physically!!!!

Kieran

Kieran's Taranaki Cross country

On Wednesday the 25th of September I am going to enter the Taranaki cross country. I am one of the lucky ones that get to there with a wild card. The reason being is on the week of the New Plymouth cross country I went down with a very bad flu so I could no longer race. I was gutted. Lying in bedmy heart was just bursting.
The year before I had gone to both of the events and enjoyed it so much. In the new Plymouth's I came 9th and the Taranakis I improved and came 7th (that was a massive achievement for me.)
I can not wait until I enter the Taranaki cross country this year as I would like to better my best once again.

McDonald By Janelle!

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$1.69

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  $2.39

 

 

 

 

 

It will be cost 6.86

 

 

 

Deep Ark 6 - chapter 6

                                    Chapter 6

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Loxosceles reclusa. Better known as the brown recluse spider.

It has a distinctive violin-shaped marking on its brown, hairy body, which makes it a member of the fiddleback spider clan. Although, as my dad told me once, it's easy to mistake it for a wolf spider or some other brown, hairy variety.

In fact, there's only one absolutely sure way to identify a genuine Loxosceles reclusa — count its eyes. A recluse has six eyes, arranged in pairs. Other spiders have eight. And you need to be very sure you count those eyes correctly. Why? Because the bite of the brown recluse can make your flesh rot on your body. And here I am with a hundred or so of them crawling over my face!

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I'd gone tearing off down tunnel seven, running on instinct more than anything else.

The lighting in that part of DA6 is deliberately dimmer than elsewhere. Octo Serp told me that once. Helps the spiders to breed or something. That guy is like a spider himself.

The cage doors were all closed because I'd flicked the switches back at the power station, but it hardly mattered. The arachnids had left their little prison cells a long time ago. All along the tunnel, I saw movement — crawling, running, climbing.

More than once I hit something dangling — a fat body or a web. I felt the splat and just smeared it off my face mask with a gloved hand. Sometimes I heard crunching and squishing sounds beneath my boots. I just kept moving.

There was a time I hated wearing the puke-coloured protective suit — not then.

My face mask was splattered with spider gunge, like a dirty windshield. It was getting harder and harder to see, but there was no way I

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was about to take it off to clean it. Then a large spider — the size of a baseball glove — swung down at me. I swatted at it as I ran and its fat, hairy body plopped into my face mask.

Splat!

A huge, yellowish smear of spider guts blurred the last of my vision.

That's when I stumbled. To make matters worse, that section of the tunnel was almost entirely dark. I knew why. It houses the nocturnal spiders.

I was on my knees, frantically trying to scrape my mask clear of spider goo. But, with my gloved hands already covered with gunk, I was having no luck. There was only one thing for it. I had to take off my protective mask and gloves and wipe them clean. If only I'd had a rag or an old T-shirt.

In the gloom, I suddenly caught sight of something white lying on the tunnel floor, where the roadway met the wall. A discarded cloth. Perfect!

Without thinking, I reached over with my bare hands and scooped it up. It was soft to the touch, kind of like cotton wool. But, as I held it, I

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felt something else. The white stuff was moving. I dropped it fast.

It was a gigantic spider egg sac!

The little spiderlings I had disturbed were swarming all over the place. They were small and brown, that much I could tell. I peered up at the nearest cage. In the dim light, I could just make out the typed label slotted into a holder at the front. As I read what it said, my heart began to pound.

Loxosceles reclusa. Brown recluse spider.

Of all the spiders to mistake for a rag!

The cage was empty. That would explain the egg sac on the ground. Correction, egg sacs. Looking around, I saw that there were hundreds of them.

Which meant that the mums of all those eggs must be nearby ...

That's when something dropped into my hair.

I leapt to my feet, flicking at the top of my head. My face mask was lying somewhere in the darkness, along with my gloves. Without them, I was prey to one of the most poisonous spiders on the planet!

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I felt another sensation in my hair ... then something on my bare neck ... something crawling over my ear ... across my face!

I swatted and smacked and shook my head like a madman. Every time I flicked one spider away, another dozen dropped down on me. The whole ceiling was alive with them — big, leggy brutes.

"Count the eyes;' Dad would've said, "then you'll know if they're venomous!" Fat chance of that. I'm not sticking around to calmly count arachnid eyeballs!

Anyway, by now, I'm pretty much covered with brown recluses. It's all I can do to keep them out of my eyes and mouth. At any moment, I'm expecting to feel the sharp pain of a fang bite. My arms are still flicking and waving like crazy, but I'm fast running out of steam. I'm drained, exhausted ... alone.

I sink to the ground and, of all the things imaginable at this moment, I think of my mum. I wish she were here. She would've known what

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to do. My arms flop wearily to the ground. I've had enough. My eyes close ...

I don't even hear the jeep approaching.

It isn't until the bright light of its headlamps burns through my closed eyelids that I realise someone is there. The next thing I know, there is a withering jet of white, a torrential hiss, and I'm lost in a cloud of smoke.

My rescuer is blasting the spider swarm with what looks like a fire extinguisher. When the smoke clears, a hand reaches down and grabs me by the collar. I'm lifted to my feet, coughing and spluttering, and dragged back to the jeep.

There, in the blinding glare of the headlights, I'm swatted clear of any remaining spiders. A few more bursts of the extinguisher take care of the stubborn ones entangled in my hair.

I'm still blinking in the light, trying to see who's come to my rescue. Is it Old Joe? Hammerhead?

A shadowy figure steps between me and the lights and I hear a voice. My heart almost stops.

"Rom, what the blazes are you doing out here at DA6?"

It's my dad!