Writing

writing

 So this week, we had to write speeches, here is a paragraph of mine.

1,400,000,000. That's a really big number, yeah? One-point-four-billion. That is how many people have a severe or underlying health condition. That number is nearly fifth of the world's population. That number is how many people are at severe risk of Covid-19 right now. 

In places more advanced, such as Europe and North America, people will not be affected by this, but in places like Central Africa, or more specifically, the Central African Republic, or C.A.R for short, citizens have a much, much, much higher risk of being born, or being diagnosed with a Health Condition later in their life, and most people don’t even realise, or care to do anything about it.

Most people in the third world die at an age lower than 60, because they are still so underdeveloped despite being over 60 years old, but in some cases, places like South Sudan, a country only 11 years old, deal with it so early in their life as a country.

Have you ever written a speech ?

Reading WS

In reading this week, we looked at persuasive texts and how... well 'presuasive' they were and how we interpreted them in our lives, the text we read was about how Robots could affect us in the future, for it we had to create a conversation, but I don't have a copy and the audio is busted, so... thats unlucky (Insert sad face)

Overall, I think this was a good thing to learn, due to the fact that we are going to do speeches later in the term and speechs to to be...well persuasive.

Have you ever convinced some one of something and changed their perspective of something?

Nicolaas' thick writing blog

Yeet, time to show y'all every single piece of writing work that I did during the lock down, this is a massive blog so if you don't really want to you can just like... skip this, I dunno, anyway, blog time, here is every single piece of writing I did over the lockdown!

This first one is about reviews/criticism and some pointers on how to do them, funky eh?

What are some tips about writing reviews you have?

The week we had to do this was just to write a poem, granted it took me a while because I can't write poems so that's not very epic.

Have you ever written a poem?

This one is a rubric, to be honest you can just skip this one it's not that interesting, just a rubric about my report on a famous New Zealander

I don't know what to ask honestly, so like... what's you're favourite NZer? I dunno just role with it.

This week, we learned more about different types of punctuation and writing rules, this one was probably my favourite to do. (Totally not because I was already well informed on these subjects)

How good are you at writing?

And finally, to finish it of, I'll write you a story! :D
Again, since this is Ctrl+C Ctrl+V'd, the font is busted, but enjoy the story!

Esther never took herself to get lost in such a short amount of time, but here she stood, the dark green forest seemed like it could extend from Norway to Mongolia, she was a long way from home, Haiti was so much nicer than being stuck in the middle of Armenia, her hard light gloves had no more energy in them, the trudge from Albania to Myanmar would be long, but she at least hoped the gloves would at least last until Pakistan, right?

"Yeah... who would have thought? nice going Esther!" She muttered to herself in a harsh whisper, apart from her knee-high boots lodging themselves the ground beneath her, the only sound she could hear was the annoying buzzing of a creature she couldn't identify.

Myanmar was the only place left on Earth that would welcome her anymore, her hard light creations could only hold up that bridge in Belarus for so long, it's not her fault! She could never prepare herself for something like this, she was only 21. The- so-called -superhero from central America, she never liked the title of a superhero, she was just a girl that enjoyed helping people with her tech, right?

Saying that in her head makes her sound like a watered-down version of Ironman.

She could tell that it was getting night, the sun had fallen to the horizon, she wondered what would be next for her, would she be spotted and handed to authorities? Maybe she would starve, or dehydrate out here, god she hated this place, forests sucked, she never liked them. Her messing up had only gotten worse over time, over four years.

First, it was in Bulgaria, then Turkey, then the Netherlands, Luxembourg... Then, what the public dubbed as, 'The Belarusian Bridge Incident', was the last straw for the governments of the world, they placed a bounty on her head, they all thought it was her intentions to fail and let hundreds of people die.

So, she marched forward, staring at the ground, getting out of Armenia, and to Myanmar would be hard but she was still optimistic... Kinda, but she still had a problem, she was still ...

lost.

Reading

So, in lock down I did some work, (I know right suprising) and I'm going to start posting it now, probably all in the same day so that's funky, a-anyway, here is the first one, and it is on Reading, from what I can remember its about reading a text and what it made me think about, you might've seen something similiar in my summarising ones, so... yeah?

funky times

From the text I've chosen, what did you make me think about?

Reading

During our reading this week, we learned how to read in between the lines or in other words, learn to make inferences, and just like any other time we do a task at school, he had to make a DLO (Digital Learning  Object) To showcase our learning from the week.

And here is mine!

Narrative Writing Rubric

Alright, lets be honest, no one is going to read this, who would want to read about some random kids writing rubric? No one, but like, I kinda have to, or the teachers will be mad, and that's not very epic.

So, here it is I guess...

no seriously if you are reading this why?
this rubric thing

Gindaer readinG

For this week in Reading, I continued to learn about summarising as there was a goal I had yet to complete, so, I used the exact same slide template as last time (Except I removed the slides that corresponded to the goal I had already completed.) The goal I had yet to complete was "Identify at least one important idea and justify why it was important," With out further a dooooooo!

here... like... here it is
:)

Stem(athematics)

Woop-de-doo, Maths time! This week for Maths we continued to learn about rounding and compensating, a very simple maths strategy to learn if you want to get better at maths. Below is my task about what I learnt during the workshop. [ Yes, I know that the image is a bit cluttered, by its what I had to work with]

 What is your favourite Mathematics strategy?

Woah, who would have guessed eh? It's another writing task woooo-

Hey, so, this week around for writing we had to use a variety of sentence structures, beginnings  and lengths to give effect, for the create task we had to take sentences from our Narrative and revamp them to make them more engaging, I had to identify if it was a compound, complex, or simple sentence, then find out what the sentence started with.
I already had an advantage with this because I had already finished my narrative and had alot to choose from. 

 Here is my task for the week below.

Also, here is my narrative I have written, it is about an unnamed boy ending up in a mysterious box, unaware of where he is, near paranormal things begin to happen.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1P_1iqa1AbPYbbU1ys80EHQFozhPpR68GS__RYFXJ_Uc/edit?usp=sharing

Out of the sentences there, which change did you like?

Hey! More Writing!!

So, we had to write a Narrative, just like every other year we had to, so... uh... here it is? Enjoy!

Dark, stormy nights… they aren’t usually nice, but right now they’re okay.

_____

He didn't know how he got here, one second he was in his bed, waiting for the day ahead that would create a gateway into the winter holidays. Next thing he knew, he was locked in some rundown building that had no windows, no unlocked doors, and no one inside apart from him. One thing he definitely knew though, is that he was not anywhere near his neighbourhood.

Everything was silent, you could hear a piece of fabric fall a mile away, he hated silence, it never meant anything good. Not even some weird evil person had come to gloat at him like he’d seen in his comic books back home, he usually liked silence when he was at home, because he knew it was a safe place for him.

But when it is complete silence in a place you don’t even know where it is is a big no no. 

Sitting on the damp floor, he got up, looking around for at least some way out, a clue or something? But he never found it, he was just in some random concrete box in the middle of nowhere. But there had to be a way out, how would they get him in anyway?

Maybe they took out a small portion of the wall and then put it back in- wait! After looking around for what seemed like hours, he found something. A part of the wall was poking out just a bit, and the colour was lighter. He had played enough games to know what to do, he stepped back, and drove his heel into the wall. The piece of the wall fell out and he fell over with it, he landed on the ground, scraping his shin against the sharp edge.

“Dammit!” He shouted, “For g-” 

“Hey man, you okay?” He turned his head to spot a man standing right there, despite this place actually being in the middle of nowhere, he looked tall, messy brown hair and glasses, his frame was lean, with lazily put on clothes. He rubbed his eye’s a little bit, and the man disappeared.

“What on Earth…” He mumbled. He looked around, the plain was deserted, tingey yellow spread out on the land like butter, a small population of cacti could be seen, the green breaking up the bright ground. The place looked almost looked fake. he turned to look back to the building, but it was gone, he stepped back, 

“What in hell?!” 

He had been walking for god knows how long, until he realised, he had just walked into something, he looked up and it was… the sky?

He felt it, it was fake, the background was fake, he hadn’t heard anything for ages so the sound of fabric moving was nice, he grabbed a chunk of the fabric and sunk his teeth into it, ripping it out, he tore the rest of it away, and he was in another box.

But then, thunder cracked outside, and he heard the rain begin its attack on the roof overhead, this one had windows, he could see it was night.

He was going to have to stay here for a long time, and he was getting tired, so he lay down on the hard ground, and closed his eyes,

“Well, dark and stormy nights aren’t usually nice but,” He took a deep sigh, “This, this is fine.”

Writing yay! (I like writing :D)

So, I had to choose from a few prompts to write a short story about, so here it is! (CTRL+C, CTRL+V'd the whole story so the font is busted :/)

Esther never took herself to get lost in such a short amount of time, but here she stood, the dark green forest seemed like it could extend from Norway to Mongolia, she was a long way from home, Haiti was so much nicer than being stuck in the middle of Armenia, her hard light gloves had no more energy in them, the trudge from Albania to Myanmar would be long, but she at least hoped the gloves would at least last until Pakistan, right?

"Yeah... who would have thought? nice going Esther!" She muttered to herself in a harsh whisper, apart from her knee-high boots lodging themselves the ground beneath her, the only sound she could hear was the annoying buzzing of a creature she couldn't identify. Myanmar was the only place left on Earth that would welcome her anymore, her hard light creations could only hold up that bridge in Belarus for so long, it's not her fault! 

She could never prepare herself for something like this, she was only 21.

The- so-called -superhero from central America, she never liked the title of a superhero, she was just a girl that enjoyed helping people with her tech, right?

Saying that in her head makes her sound like a watered-down version of Ironman.

She could tell that it was getting night, the sun had fallen to the horizon, she wondered what would be next for her, would she be spotted and handed to authorities? Maybe she would starve, or dehydrate out here, god she hated this place, forests sucked, she never liked them.

Her messing up had only gotten worse over time, over four years.

First, it was in Bulgaria, then Turkey, then the Netherlands, Luxembourg... Then, what the public dubbed as, 'The Belarusian Bridge Incident', was the last straw for the governments of the world, they placed a bounty on her head, they all thought it was her intentions to fail and let hundreds of people die.

So, she marched forward, staring at the ground, getting out of Armenia, and to Myanmar would be hard but she was still optimistic... Kinda, but she still had a problem, she was still lost.

Woah... another reading task! :o

Yup, another one, I told ya, anyway here it is! I have taken the text from Google docs, which is where I had written it.

~ | ~

Light Between Words
February, 1944.“This is how an air raid begins: in the dead of night, with the silence and normality shattered by the banshee wail of a siren,”-The sense here is hearing, evident by the phrase “Shattered by the banshee wail of a siren,” further backed up by using the noun, ‘Silence’.
A young girl is awoken by the screeching alarm. She thinks for a second, she gasps as her eyes widen in realisation of what it means, it’s an air raid.~ ~ ~“I roll out of bed and Phillipa’s already on her feet cross from me, white faced and holding out her hand,”-Sight, it is made clear that the sense here is sight with the author writing that Phillipa is white faced, and we are in the perspective of the main character.
ImageA young girl staring at her sister, both frantic, but unmoving, their faces paled, as the siren blares, it is only a ringing in their ears to them, as their conversation is silent, but both are screaming.~ ~ ~“She pulls me close, as if her every pressure can protect me from all danger,”-The sense in the text is touch, the part of the text that says, “, as if her every pressure-” Is implicating that she can feel (Touch) her sister’s tight squeeze around her.
ImageBombs are going of around them, the siren still stabbing at their eardrums, the elder sister pulls the younger one close into a tight hug, the straining on her clothes visible as her sister reciprocates the same action, the elder sisters taller height allows her to bury her face into the youngers hair, as their father is frantic about the mother's absence.~ ~ ~

Yet another strays into play.

Hello yes! This is another reading create task! There is going to be alot of Maths, Writing, and Reading tasks littering this page so beware!
Anyway here it is!

Reading create task

In Reading this week we had to learn about summarising to tick off all 3 of the summarising goals we have to do, here is my task below

Maths Create Task

So for Maths this week we were learning proportional adjustment, or doubling and halving, and other variations of  it!

- Task  - 

My Writing Create Task

Alright, uh... hi? I haven't posted here in three months so I'm going to try to get as many out to do with my school work in this short amount of time as possible, I might not be able to get them all out but... hey, I'm no mastermind at Blogger, I have never claimed to be or probably ever will be.

But with that all out of the way, here is my Writing Create Task!

Creativity, (Isn't it such a creative title?)

Hey, this is another post (I know shocker) but anyway, back to the point. Today I will be sharing why it's important. Today I will be sharing with you what I think creativity is and why I think it's important and a little self reflection on creativity.

Creativity can come in many forms, such as, 

Using your Imagination, or being Original,

Being Flexible with Ideas,

Or maybe doing something different, or finding a new way

Creativity can be important, like being to see things differently and helps your ability to problem solve, it also makes you preform better in doubt

How would you describe creativity,

Caritas - Papau New Guinea

In reading, we have been learning about Caritas, more specifically, Caritas in Papua New Guinea, what the people do there is, the help with the gender dis equality and dehydration, and here are some facts about Papau New Guinea
Papua New Guinea has an total population of 8.78 million people,
Papua New Guinea used seashells as currency once,Papua New Guinea is covered 77% in tropical forests,The call their currency Kina or PGK,
Papa New Guinea has been with Caritas since 2002, helping with a lot of problems like gender violence, food insecurity and natural disasters,
In Bitokara, Caritas are making a water supply system to help eight villages, an health clinic, two schools, and community facilities,100 Water tanks that can hold 9,000L of water will be installed,

What do you think about what Caritas are doing in Papau New Guinea,

Collaboration,

For week five of term one in 2020, I had to participate in making a game for the fair, my group made a game called Fizzy Fishing, where you have to... well... fish for fizzy, pretty straight forwards.

During the PBL I have showed collaboration by making a fishing rod (Drilling a hole in a rod, painting it, and then putting rope/string in it.), buying fizzy bottles and in drawing up the plan. I took in others ideas, and explored them I respected the ideas as well.
I took responsibility and made sure that every did their part

I raised points, while taking in the others point of views as well, making it clear on what I was thinking about.

While I could have done more work during this time period, I think I did a decent amount of work, admittedly, I don't think I've worked to a year 8 standard, and I hope that I will do better in the next group activity.

Do you work well in groups?