The time traveller

I’m sitting on the edge of a bridge, the glow of the streetlamps cast shadows across the cobbled road. I look up and see a lonely old man, lumbering down to the other side of the bridge. He glances up and catches my eye. His eyes are grey and expressionless, but when I smile slightly I see a glimmer of something like a little fire just sparked inside of his heart.

I look down, not being the sort of person to start small talk, and see a flash of green light. I look up, hoping he hasn’t electrocuted himself or something, and he’s gone. What is left in his place is the faint sound of ticking and an empty and crumpled up postcard. I look around, trying to see to the edge of the bridge, but the fog is too thick. I can’t see my own hand in front of my face. Huh, the fog wasn’t that thick before. I hear the click-clack of footsteps on the cobbled lane like someone is wearing really polished shoes. The footsteps are accompanied by the metallic clink on a cane with a metal end. Ticking sounds envelop me like more fog. A man who looks to be in his late thirties stalks towards me. He walks with a cane, although he doesn’t look old enough or hurt enough to need one.
“Young lady, may I ask you a question?”
I jump down from my place on the edge of the bridge, getting ready to make an escape if he tries to murder me or something.
“Um, I guess?”
“What year is it?”
“It’s 2018”
“Where?”
“London”
The man furrows his brow.
“Fiddlesticks. I’m in the wrong decade…” he mumbles.
“Sir, are you alright?” I say. Not only is this guy dressed for the 1960s, be he’s acting like he’s just escaped from a sanitorium. He pulls a watch out from his coat pocket
“No, I seem to be about 70 years forward from where I’m meant to be”
‘Oh. Okay, Um, do you need an uber or something?”
‘No, no… I’ll be fine, thank you…’
He turns and meanders back into the thick fog.

You know what, I think I’m just going to go home…
So I get up and start walking.

Pop art

Textiles

So for Textiles this term we had to make a creative creature, so I decided that I was going to make a black and white cat with a fluffy blue mermaid tail, and it worked! I improved my sewing, cutting and embroidering skills because I already have a fair bit of experience with textiles and sewing.

My Mihi

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Camp Recount (Insert gripping title)

Okay. Right. Here we go.

On the sixth of March, J1, J2, and J3 set off in three buses to the Tiramakau scout lodge (a lodge with disgusting toilets and a view of the river) Although, we weren’t staying in the lodge, oh no. We were sleeping in flies - and before you think ‘Oh suck it up it’s not that bad!’, I’m NOT COMPLAINING. Sure, other people were BUT I WAS NOT.

Sleeping in the fresh air was cool (literally), and now you’ll be thinking ‘But being squished up to your classmates isn’t cool!’ But let me tell you this - Would you rather be squished up to your teachers?

That’s right. I didn’t think so.

Also, I’m fairly sure our tent was one of the only ones not to get bombarded by the opposite gender. Yay us!

Anyway, so we were sleeping in flies, but we didn’t go straight to the campsite, which I am kind of thankful for - spending at least twenty minutes in an enclosed space - let alone with J1- is NOT fun.

Instead, we stopped at a beach entrance and made our way towards the campsite. While we were walking, we did a bunch of stuff like play Yoshi (AGAIN. UUUUGGGH), started fires, and made damper (well, it was more like damper-ish wet dough, because we only got like five minutes to cook it over the fire that we made. After that, we went swimming (YEEESSSS)

and we played the grabby stick thing and tug of war, then we had lunch and went up to the campsite. There, we cooked dinner (spag bol) and played spotlight (Pretty mediocre) and nightline (also pretty mediocre) and then we went to bed.

Now you’ll be like, ‘What about brushing your teeth?’ but let me tell you, that was NOT going to happen. My whole tent had been to the toilets and we all agreed it was disgusting, also, Ms. Hume said her class would go first, and I WASN’T going to wait. I mean, I’m sure some other people did, but I pride myself in being a feral west coast child.

So. Sleeping. HAHAHAHAHA. What’s sleeping? I DUNNO.

Here is an accurate timeline of what happened that night. (I know ‘cause I was awake the WHOLE TIME. I didn’t care though. I have the ability to have full energy for a whole day with only sugar and cereal to keep me going.)

8-9:00 People get ready for bed

9 - 9:30 Various rustling noises as people get ready to “settle down” for the night.

10:00 More rustling, about two people get moved, the bombarding starts, teachers and leaders are on the prowl

11:00 Pure silence. *sigh of relief*

12:00 More people are moved, a boys’ tent erupts into laughter, causing other tents to start yelling various things People in my tent woke up and started talking.

12:30 Still talking

12:45 More talking

1:00 StiLl MoRe TAlkInG

1:00 The people who are talking finally realize that there are OTHER PEOPLE IN THE UNIVERSE WHO ARE TRYING TO SLEEP and shush

1:00 - 6:29 Silence *another relieved sigh*

6:30 - GET UP WE’RE GOING ON A RUN

6:30 - 7:00 - Groaning children, people making breakfast

And that was it!

So after brekkie, the instructors told us the whole world was gonna collapse in on itself and the sky was gonna turn purple and every wave in the world was gonna surge toward us AND WE WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO COULD SAVE IT.

So the first activity was Jump rope, you get the idea.

Then we -played elephant football which is soccer, but you can’t use your feet and only one arm. Then we played an electric fence thing, where we had to get everyone over the rope about a meter up without touching it, then we played throw the gumboot and goose - goose - duck and then we played this eye contact game were if you made eye contact with someone you had to scream at the top of your lungs and touch a tree. Then we saved the world.

Next, we had the Ocean Olympics (or the OO, take it or leave it) So in the OO you had to run around with your class and do the activities to get tokens. Once you had five tokens you could cross the finish line. I don’t want to go into a bunch of detail ‘cause I’m bored so cover your eyes.

Spoiler alert - We won and got a trophy full of fruit bursts. I don’t like fruit bursts.

Then we had lunch - burritos - well, I didn’t. I didn’t like the idea of eating food that had just had my classmates’ hands all through it, also, I wasn’t hungry (remember? Sugar and cereal?).

Then we walked through the buses and went home.