We should value our senior citizens / Kaumatua more highly.

The old and frail may look uninteresting but ask them about random topics and they could tell you a book’s long speech about it. In New Zealand, we should value the older generation much higher than we do. They are wise, know ways of doing things that are better than the original way and some served our country in the World Wars.

Our senior citizens are very wise. They know how to sort problems because they have most probably already been through that certain predicament. You could go to them for either advice or even if you just want to learn about something. Like if you needed help with an issue you're having with your friend they could give you advice on how to resolve it if it’s really weighing on your mind that much. As I was saying, they are very knowledgeable.

They know how to do things that are a lot better than you originally do them. Usually, come out with better results too. Like how some families have family recipes which taste way better than how it’s supposed to be made. They are very convenient like that.

Some fought in the wars for us. Made our nation proud. They could have died for our country and us, as the future tamariki of Aotearoa, and we should praise them for their accomplishments. During the wars was a dangerous era to live in.

We should value senior citizens higher than we do now. they are very intelligent, very helpful and very courageous. Who knows? maybe one day you could enlighten your future generations on the dramatical events in your life.

PRICELESS STOLEN ART PIECE!!!!!

It is a self-portrait linocut print. It is a straight on print of my face leaning on my hand with my head at a bit of an angle. I look very bored and expressionless with no accessories on and my hair down one side of my face. The head occupies most of the right side it also fills most of the space. On the head and face, the cuts are all going one way except for the lower part where the cuts run down. My top lip is not cut as it is a shadow. My hair is covering the left part of my face. My head is laying on my hand and I have a hoodie on as you can see in the print from the sleeve. What you can't see is the left part of my face which is covered by shadows and from my neck down is all dark. On the upper part of my hand are bold cuts because that's where the light is really bright. I have no cuts on my top lip because since the top lip is curved in a bit light doesn't really hit it. there are cuts going straight up to mark the outline of my hair. Here is the product of my linocut.

Creative writing for Sost - Me as an immigrant.

Even though I have grown accustomed to my rubbish life here in London, I know I can have a healthier lifestyle. Living in a cramped home, with a limited supply of rations for us all, in unhealthy conditions isn't the best. I am hardly able to clean myself because of the bath water, it is always murky and dark. The unsanitary streets, where human waste is thrown on, are always smelly and unsightly. Never go out without shoes, or you will most probably walk in feces and urine. I hate living like this but I guess I have to get used to it for the rest of my life.

There are many reasons why I want to run away from this hell hole. The air in London is polluted. There are many diseases going around. Typhus, Typhoid, Cholera and more. They spread fast due to the poor living conditions we live in. It is overcrowded to the point where there are almost 3 families living in 1 apartment. There is also no running water.

Children are exploited through working to pay off debts for their family. As sad as it is, I was one of those children. Working in dangerous factories where there are many unsafe conditions for children aged from 5+. No safety gear, no supervision equals accidents or even fatalities.

As I made my daily trip, at the crack of dawn, to the factories, I wandered past a poster on a shop window. What it said made me interested. So interested I stopped, turned around and snatched the loosely hung poster into my rough hands. I scanned it a couple times to make sure I read it properly. It read 'International job offers. Ships leave at 6:00 tomorrow morning at the London docks. Emigrating from London to New Zealand. 1-month journey. Workers needed. 10-pound boat fare.' Filled with adrenaline I shoved the poster in my top and walked off like nothing happened. Almost with a skip in my step.

The whole day I was unusually chirpy and I noticed some others were as well. The posters were big news amongst us workers. It was talked about all day. The thought of leaving this place left me happy all day. Well as happy as I can manage, I haven't left quite yet. When I got home I greeted everyone with a smile and slipped my small savings into my dress. I have gathered 20 pounds over the past year. Of course, no one knows or it will go mysteriously missing. No one noticed my uncharacteristic attitude. No one does. It feels like I'm a ghost in this overpopulated apartment. Just another reason for me to leave. No one will notice my departure. That night I slept a dreamless sleep.

This time I left the apartment with my good pair of clothes on and a grin appearing on my mouth with every step I took. A little skip in my step while trying to avoid the small remains of feces. This time I didn't have a constant glare on my face. I was in a euphoric state. leaving this place gave me immeasurable joy.

I arrived at the busy docks, amongst the bustling crowd, trying to push my way through the mob. After I finally boarded the boat and paid my fare I sat up against a wall with other workers. I admired the blue ocean and the sun shining off the waves before closing my eyes in bliss and slumbered for awhile.

I awoke to the sun high in the sky and the seagulls chirping high above me. I couldn't get over the thought of me finally leaving that place. I took the opportunity as soon as it arrived. I was smiling until a frown settled upon my face. 'Why do I feel sudden regret and anguish?'. Maybe it's because I won't ever see the people I grew up with again.. Or that I definitely won't be able to find my little sister that went missing a couple years back... Suddenly regret filled my being. Almost fully encasing me in distress. Maybe I shouldn't have left. Maybe I should have found my sister first and left with her. Our parents died from a disease spread by contaminated water. I should have said a proper goodbye. What if I was wrong and my family at home will worry about me when I don't arrive home tonight. Why have I been so selfish... Look what a little thinking can do to you...

My thoughts were strangling me throughout the whole day, getting worse and worse as the second’s tick by. A constant shadow dawned my face until night fell and I finally lifted my head and gazed upon the twinkling stars high in the sky. Trying to once again convince me that everything will be okay. I think staring up at the night sky eased myself a bit before a hoarse voice called out to me. " O young maiden, as for why do the stars reflect off your tears?" My eyes wandered up and down the tall silhouette in front of me. "And why do you think you can inquire into my woes?" I lazily glared at the perfect smile directed towards me. He stretched before settling down next to me. "Because a young maiden like you shouldn't be looking so sad." He attempted to caress my hand but I snatched it away. "I can look after myself, sir. Thank you and good day." I pushed myself off the edge and walked away from the man who worried too much for a poor young worker.

As the weeks passed on my independence and confidence grew. My lost smile has come back. My laugh isn't as loud as it used to be though. That same man would occasionally wave and smile at me or start up a small conversation before I would walk off. Then one day someone started singing while we were sitting together which caused the rest of us to start humming or singing along. Then I joined in and we all laughed at the end. "You have a beautiful voice." Said a voice from behind me. I turned to see the same man from before. A couple of days ago I learned that his name was Collin. "Oh, that's rubbish Collin." I protested while crossing my arms over my chest. He just laughed and sung, "I'm not lying." I shoved him before walking off and smiling secretly to myself.

Over the week, we developed a great friendship. Then friendship grew into a relationship. A very tight bond we had. I was so caught up in us I didn't notice the diminishing time to our destination and before I knew it, we had arrived in New Zealand. We held hands as we approached the shore. I smiled wistfully into the sea spray wetting my face and to the beaming sun. It looks so beautiful here. All the greenery and snow-capped mountains. The chirp of the native birds. I look forward to my future here.

Persuasive writing

Hunting animals for sport should be banned.
Killing animals shouldn’t be for entertainment. Hunting animals for sport should be banned. It is animal cruelty, many people shouldn’t enjoy it and kids shouldn’t be exposed to the brutality of killing wild animals.

How cruel is it to kill animals for human enjoyment? It should be considered animal cruelty since you are forcing the animals into a sport where they eventually die. Even rodeos should be banned because they are tying up animals and using it for entertainment. Anything involving animal cruelty should be banned.

I find it weird how people can enjoy killing animals. How do they get joy out of shooting/stabbing a species? For example, duck shooters are happy after killing multiple ducks. It’s like dark humour, they find entertainment and excitement out of killing animals.

Many children go to rodeos and other events involving harming animals because they grow up around it. They grow up around either slaughtering animals or herding them up. For example, the child of a farmer. Children experiencing death could harm them, not physically, but emotionally.

Thinking of killing animals for a sport is delusional. Using it as entertainment is weird and people even enjoy it. Kids shouldn’t. Imagine if the sides were flipped and animals made it a sport to kill us? We wouldn’t enjoy it then would we.

Persuasive Writing

There are criminals crawling Aotearoa. New Zealand is not the safe country we like to think it is. There are gangs, robberies, attempted kidnappings and much more.

There are a lot of gangs in our ‘peaceful’ country. Gangs are the centre of criminal activity in New Zealand. For example, the rivalry between the ‘Mongrel Mob’ and the ‘Black Power’, drug trading and they are armed with weaponry. Gangs are a large threat to New Zealand.

Robberies are frequent as well. There are always gas stations or liquor store robberies on Police Ten 7. For example, there was a dairy robbed last week and the intruders were only taking cigarettes, probably because cigarettes are becoming high-priced. So robberies are occurring all the time.

Attempted kidnappings is a very touchy subject. Pedophiles have tried to take young children from their schools. Police have even increased their presence because of it. I have heard of failed kidnappings from around my local area and it worries me because of my little sister. Attempted kidnapping shouldn’t be a common thing in the newspapers.

As I was saying, New Zealand is not the safe country we like to think it is. The gangs, robberies and kidnapping should be warnings to us all, to look after ourselves whenever we're out. Who knows when something may happen to us.

Land yachts

Aim
To get the furtherest using the wind as your only accelerator.

Equipment
1 trolley
Cardboard
Paper (1 meter squared)
Cellotape
String
Scissors

My plan

A part of the cardboard will be rolled up like a tube and cello taped shut. it will then be cello taped to the trolley and just to stabilize it a bit more a string will be going from the top to all around the trolley. Then a half circle will be made of the cardboard to cello tape the top of the paper mast to it. 2 holes will be punctured into the middle of the hole, as small as possible so a string can go in and around the cardboard pole. If possible make another stabilizer (half circle) with the cardboard for the bottom.

Results

C.A.R.R Licenses

Migration, push and pull presentation.

Here is a link to my simple show about migration:

My simple show

Paper airplanes

Aim
Get it over the arch and go the furtherest away from it.

Research

The Bullnose

This plane is deceptively fast and stays aloft for quite a distance.

 Fold the top right corner over to the left side, making a fold from the top of the paper to the bottom right corner.

1. Unfold the paper and repeat for the left corner.
2. Unfold the paper again and fold the top right corner over to meet the crease made from the first fold.
3. Fold the left corner over to meet the crease from the second fold.
4. Fold the top right edge over to meet the edge of the fold from step 3. Repeat for the other side.
5. Fold the top edge down and towards you to meet the point where the right and left layers cross.
6. Fold the plane in half away from you. Staring at the nose, fold the wings down at a slight angle, 1/2” in the front to about 2” in the back.
7. Add double stick tape to the inside of the body. The finished plane should look like this.