Thursday, 3 December 2015

We hop on the abandoned bus with broken windows and zombies coming out.  We shoot the zombies with our pistols and the zombies flop to the floor.  The driver starts  to drive but he has no arms, so how is he driving? Are arms are shivering with fear so we can't aim properly. We arrive at the diner but it's crowded with the zombies having a party. “Sorry the party poopers are here.” We hop out of the bus and we look at a door with a thin light trying to fight through the glass . “I will open the door Cooper because I have more powerful ints than you,” Jasper said, while he was swimming in his points.


We open the door and a big flash came at us “I can see a faint outline of a long box . What is it Cooper?”  
“It's called the mystery box, box, box..”
“Why is it could a that?” Jasper asked.
“It's the mystery box because you gave it 950 points and it opens and goes through all the guns and stops on a random one.” Cooper replied.
“ Yay I got the hammer,”  Jasper said, loading the gun. Ch ch oooooooooo. “Get wrecked zombies”!
  BEEP BEEP.
“The bus is leaving, quick!’ Cooper yelled.


We run to the bus and hop on and the bus starts to drive. 
 The zombies chase the bus but we shoot them bang bang bang !!!!!!!!!!!!!!. 
We arrive at a farm “What do we do?” asked Cooper, confused. 
“All I see is a port-a-potty,” Jasper said. 
We walk up to it and it opened so we walked in but we fell down into a lab.
It was filled with gadgets and free guns. We took the guns. Then something bad happened - a mad zombie scientist came and started to attack us. He took the guns off us so we ran back to the bus and jumped on.


But then he started to chase the bus.  We tried to shoot him but we had no guns. 
But it didn't matter because he ran into a wall and died. We’d saved the world.

By Cooper & Jasper.

Thursday, 29 October 2015

bmx school

I am on a bmx bike, flying high through the air over the two  black ramps, which are curved like bananas cut in half. One ramp to jump off and one to land on. There is a yellow bin on its side in between them to make it a challenge.

Behind me there is a lonely playground waiting to be played on. A classroom of children stands next to it.




Rugby final

Mitch passed the ball to me. There were 3 people trying to tackle me.
 There was nothing I could do except RUN!!!.
I ran at them, hitting them like a charging bull.
 With a little help from Rocco, I got over the line and put the ball down.
 I jumped up and did a backflip, JK LOL - I did a double backflip! 
 The crowd were cheering Jasper$$$ Jasper$$$Jasper$$$ 
and then it all went silent. 
Toot! The whistle blew. We’d WON!!.

Thursday, 24 September 2015

RUGBY IN TAUPO

The bus pulled up. I could see my team putting a brave face on, but I bet they all had butterflies because I definitely did. People usually get them when the game is about to start. 

As we hoped out of the bus, we were eager to play.  I asked the Coach "How long until our first game?" He said 1 hour. 1HOUR!!!!! I thought angrily.

As we walked off to our game, I could see trees and mountains and hills in the distance. What a view.

We won all our games and then it was the finals. I was running down the sideline I got chucked out, tackled. But I managed to put the ball down. We'd won. We went crazy- we throw our hands in the air like we just don't care saying ay-oh.

Sunday, 20 September 2015

Arts reflection

Yesterday we went to the city to share our performance. Cooper, Ben, Tuhoe, Archie, other friends and I did a drama and dance performance. It was about the winter tournament, how we won.

The drama was great because the crowd loved it and people were cheering. I connected with the audience by facing them and by creating a dance that they loved, because there were tricky and cool moves in it.  We worked really hard on it. I did a dive role that really surprised everyone. After the end perfomance people got their parents to dance. I can continue with the arts term because I do dance outside of school. https://youtu.be/M_NJeVJemEc

Winter sports tournament

Winter sports tournament

You know that feeling when you lose a game? You know, like when playing winter sports when the other team thrash you, or maybe you lose a computer game that you'd been working on for ages, or maybe a game of four square when you were finally king, and everyone rubs it in your face when someone gets you off the king square. Sometimes they even take it further, saying "Oh you lost! we smashed you". It can make you feel a bit stink. But when you are the winner, it can be hard to hold in your emotions. Especially when you beat a big rival.


Winter sports is my favourite thing about school. Every Thursday we practise on the field, and on Fridays we jump onto buses and head to Hagley Park.
But the winter tournament is the best day of all, because it lasts the whole day, and we play about 10 games back to back.

Earlier this year my rugby team headed off to the Hagley winter tournament. It was the best weather for it , the ground was wet and soft, which is fun because you can slide across the try line.

                    
We'd won all our games that day, and now we were playing against Paparoa. We always found it hard to challenge Paparoa because they are good and aggressive.  We are pretty even, but they are sometimes just a bit better than us.


It was nearly the end of the game, and they were winning. We were down by 5 points, just one try. I was flying through the air, but then I was flat on the ground.
I had just been dumped trucked by a charging bull.
And now I'm at the bottom of the mound. I think to myself, rugby, what a dangerous game. But I drag myself up.       
Then Archie lobbed the ball to me.

Here was my chance.

We were about 10 metres out from the try line. I spotted Joe, coming up on my right hand side. Joe is a fast player, and slippery, so other players find it tricky to tackle him.

I spiralled the ball towards him. He fumbled a bit, but gathered it into his arm eventually, and sprinted as fast as Usain Bolt, down the sideline.

He slid across the try line, coating himself in mud.

We threw our arms in the air and ran in towards each other, patting one another on the back.


Then we heard the final whistle. We hadn’t lost! They’d have to do a point count back - and we’d scored 6 more tries than Paparoa..


Which meant we’d won. As we slowly realised that we’d won, we stepped up the celebration. I suggested to Bruno that we do a Haka, but he didn’t want to. So I asked Ari, and his face lit up. He was keen.


There we were, still coated in mud, doing the haka. Tika tonu, U - e! We were pretty proud. Everyone from other schools were staring at us, but I didn't care. This was our haka, we'd earned it.

If I'm being honest, we did rub it in their faces a little bit. It can be hard to keep it in. Winter tournament was still definitely still the best part about school.







Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Winter sports tournament


You know that feeling when you lose a game? You know, like when playing winter sports when the other team thrash you, or maybe you lose a computer game that you'd been working on for ages, or maybe a game of four square when you were finally king, and everyone rubs it in your face when someone gets you off the king square. Sometimes they even take it further, saying "Oh you lost! we smashed you". It can make you feel a bit stink. But when you are the winner, it can be hard to hold in your emotions. Especially when you beat a big rival.


Winter sports is my favourite thing about school. Every Thursday we practise on the field, and on Fridays we jump onto buses and head to Hagley Park.
But the winter tournament is the best day of all, because it lasts the whole day, and we play about 10 games back to back.

Earlier this year my rugby team headed off to the Hagley winter tournament. It was the best weather for it , the ground was wet and soft, which is fun because you can slide across the try line.

                    
We'd won all our games that day, and now we were playing against Paparoa. We always found it hard to challenge Paparoa because they are good and aggressive.  We are pretty even, but they are sometimes just a bit better than us.


It was nearly the end of the game, and they were winning. We were down by 5 points, just one try. I was flying through the air, but then I was flat on the ground.
I had just been dumped trucked by a charging bull.
And now I'm at the bottom of the mound. I think to myself, rugby, what a dangerous game. But I drag myself up.       
Then Archie lobbed the ball to me.

Here was my chance.

We were about 10 metres out from the try line. I spotted Joe, coming up on my right hand side. Joe is a fast player, and slippery, so other players find it tricky to tackle him.

I spiralled the ball towards him. He fumbled a bit, but gathered it into his arm eventually, and sprinted as fast as Usain Bolt, down the sideline.

He slid across the try line, coating himself in mud.

We threw our arms in the air and ran in towards each other, patting one another on the back.


Then we heard the final whistle. We hadn’t lost! They’d have to do a point count back - and we’d scored 6 more tries than Paparoa..


Which meant we’d won. As we slowly realised that we’d won, we stepped up the celebration. I suggested to Bruno that we do a Haka, but he didn’t want to. So I asked Ari, and his face lit up. He was keen.


There we were, still coated in mud, doing the haka. Tika tonu, U - e! We were pretty proud. Everyone from other schools were staring at us, but I didn't care. This was our haka, we'd earned it.

If I'm being honest, we did rub it in their faces a little bit. It can be hard to keep it in. Winter tournament was still definitely still the best part about school.