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.

Charles Darwin

The Perfect Sunset

(My character is a photographer and she's 23)

My Story

As the sun rose in Bora Bora, all was quiet. The fish were swimming around under my cabin,and the birds chirped a wakeup call- wait.
Scratch that. Everything was quiet except for my cabin. Usually, I wake up then
I stare at the floor for a solid ten minutes before I actually decide to stand, but this
morning, NOTHING WAS HOLDING ME BACK.

I hurled myself out of bed, just snagging my camera on the way out the bedroom.
I glance towards the bathroom. Meh, no time for showering. I whip up my hair into a
messy bun, ignoring the alarming noises my stomach is making, and hoist up my jeans.
Belt? NOPE! I leap into my scuffs and stumble out the door, fumbling with the buttons onmy camera.

I shove my glasses up my nose and half run half shuffle along the decks (I’m wearing scuffsand it’s like, 6 in the morning, give me a break). The sun is coming up fast.
Really, how could it take 24 hours to have a day?! With how fast the sun is going it
should only take like, three! While glancing at the sun, I trip on a loose floorboard.
The SD card in my camera slips out of the slot it goes into.

It bounces along the floorboards like it’s making a grand getaway. I scramble to my feet.
“Not today world!” I think to myself. Those are all the photos from this vacation, and
no way it’s getting eaten by one of those vicious needlefish now. My scuffs flew off and
are somewhere behind me. Whatever, I don’t need shoes to get a photo of this sunrise.
I dive for my SD card and slam my hands down onto it right before it goes over the
edge of the deck. Then I get an electric shock.

“OUCH!” I yelp.
I  jam my SD card into the camera and carry on sprinting down the decks. My finger is
stinging and swollen from my electric shock and my feet are killing me. My glasses
have a crack in them as well, so I don’t really know where I’m going. So yeah.
Here I am, half blind, half asleep, splinter-ridden, and possibly radioactive.

I see a grassy patch and a sign saying “Lookout Point” (That was a lie, It actually said
“Look-k-k ou-ou-out Point”, because my glasses were cracked) I run onto the grass and
immediately jump about 2 feet into the air. Prickles. My sworn enemy (Well, now they
are, anyway). “Ow ow ow ow ow!” I yelp. My face is pinched with hard determination.
The sun rises in Bora Bora are a photographer’s jackpot, and I’m not going to let the
odds stop me today.

Well, if I don’t want to walk, I’ll crawl. I inch closer and closer to the edge of the
lookout and point my camera over the bushes. Then, the worst thing that could possibly
happen - well, happens. The red battery sign of death shows up. Darn! I frantically
switch my camera to burst and press the photo button. It clicks and whirrs like a
well-oiled machine. Finally. I exhale slowly and click playback. What I see before me
is multiple photos of the perfect sunrise. Finally.
Now all I need to do is get the perfect sunset...

How To Make A Paper Plane

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Creation Myth

How the rivers were Created

One day, long, long ago, before humans came to earth,
before time itself was invented, The ancient gods of the sea,
The water horses decided they needed some sort of source of water for the seas, which were drying up. So the water horses held a meeting. They would ask the ancient earth gods, the magical
horses with flowing manes and tails, to help them make channels through the earth to control water flow and fuel the sea.

The earth horses and the water horses met on the coasts of the islands, planning where to make their
channels. Once everyone was in place, the earth horses reared up a stamped their hooves into the ground,
creating huge cracks in the ground from the mountains to the coastlines, then, more earth horses galloped
down the trail of the cracks, creating big winding chasms through the land. Once that was done,
the water horses galloped through the chasms, creating an endless stream of water behind them.
Then they called on the air horses to direct the water flow in a certain direction, and the flame horses to
connect the rivers to the volcanic cycle.

So, rivers aren’t as straightforward as you think...