Tag: Writing

For this activity we are assigned to work in pairs to write a poem including abstract nouns, An abstract noun is a physical feeling you cant quite touch. Guilt for example, i can physically feel it as in touch it but I can feel guilt fuffiling me with ashame. After unpacking what abstract nouns are, we looked at examplars from some old students who were our ages at the time. Looking back at one of the poems was a poem about trust and how valuable trust is and how rare it is to find it, they all really made me and my partner Loraya motivated and inspired. These DLOs encouraged me and Loraya to strive foward and we created our own 2 poems about “lonliness” and “Forgiveness”.

The part I really enjoyed about this task was creating our poems and realising that these “abstract nouns” have more meaning to them.

Valencia and I worked collabritively and created a google slides based on sentence structures while learning about The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas. We looked at simple, compound, and complex sentences (SSC) and how different sentence lengths can change the mood and feeling of a piece of writing. As part of this task, we made our own examples and explained how each sentence type works. We generated 3 AI images to match the moods and atmosphere in our writing, which helped make our DLO more interesting. I liked seeing how different sentence styles can make writing feel more tense, emotional, or dramatic. This activity really helped me improve my writing.

Li: To vary our sentences lenghts to create pace and impact.

For this task we created a DLO and used what we call Simple Sentence and compound sentence. Simple Sentence is a sentence with just one idea, a compound sentence is two ideas connected with a conjunction. For help we have what is called Fanboys. Fanboys is short for  For, and, nor, but, or, yet, and so. We were challenged to write from bruno’s perspective as he is writing a letter to his grandmother talking about his new house. The purpose of writing a “Letter to grandmother” was to compare his life now and to compare his life then and to use at least three compund sentence.

Mrs Anderson read us the book ‘First Flight’ by June Crebbin. We talked about the narrators point of view and used our Gemini Gem to prompt us to think more deeply about what the story might look like when told in the first person. Me and my partner created this story and wrote it in first person as if we were Blink who was the main character in the book. Something I liked about this task was being able to ask Gemini Gem for feedback and adivce and how Gemini Gem gave us simple feedback when we upgraded our prompt with more detail.

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As the sun took its place, allowing the moon to rise, a wisp of gentle breeze through the forest made me shiver as I started to prepare myself for my first flight ever, mentally and physically.

My talons gripped the branch tightly and I was about to take one talon off until a gust of wind almost blew me over and I quickly held back onto the branch and my fear got a hold of my confidence.
The quite small branch shook slightly with the wind but I tried not to get that hold of me and built up my courage and thought that I was finally ready to soar in the sky with the rest of the parliament calling my name.

But as my eyes filled with curiosity I took a peep over the long branch only to see how elevated I was.
My wings tingled just by looking at the distance from the branch. I was terrified and I could only think of the worst, I couldn’t bear the thought of everything going wrong and falling into the dark and cold abyss.
My Mother, who sensed my overwhelming fear, sauntered next to me and as just I lost all hope of flying Mother reassured me and she took me under her wing.

“Don’t fret little one, we have all been there before and you need to remember that I am here with you.” Mother comforted me.
“But what if everything goes wrong and I mess up my first flight? I would be known as the owl who messed up his first flight!” I exclaimed in fear.

“It’s fine, you can only be scared of something if you make it scary. So you should learn that you should take chances. I believe in you.” Mother reassured me with her gentle and kind words.
I then started to gain more hope in myself and as Mother stepped back to give me space to finally fly.
My confidence and courage began to skyrocket. The only thing I could think of was to just take that risk, only then would it all be over and done with, I prepared myself once more, ready to take action. My wings were spread wide ready to glide with my talons set loose, I stood tall prepared for the wind to blow me over.

I wasn’t scared this time. I took my first leap of faith by relaxing my talons causing them to set loose letting me fall. I was flying! Mother and I were hovering across the quiet and sleeping city, from then I have never been so happy. — “Don’t let overthinking kill your happiness because you can only be scared of something if you make it scary.”

LI: To understand what honouring the treaty means.

 We explored the different ways on how we can honour the Treaty of Waitangi . The Treaty of Waitangi is important because in 1840 Feburary 6th represents the signing of the Tiriti o Waitangi. While doing this activity Aryna and I found out that even if you think you do not take part in Waitangi you have obviously participated in either going to Matariki lights or even greeting people with “Kia ora”.

LI:To write a description of life with the Frank family in the annex in 1942

LS2 read the story “Anne frank” and listened to her experience of how it was like between the war with Jewish and the Germany and how living in the annex felt like. Our challenge for reading was called the “2 minute challenge” where we wrote as many sentences as we could before the timer ends with the following words from the book. Mrs Anderson created a Gemini Gem to prompt us to think more deeply about what life would have been like in the annex, what we felt and why we felt that way, Valencia and I enjoyed working with the Gemini Gem because of the suggestions and feedback they replied to us with.

 Life in the annex

As the bookshelf started to shudder it reminded me very quickly that just outside our precious place of safety, 1942 was a year of war. The German leader had decided that our culture, the one our beloved jewish people treasured so much, meant we had become their objects of persecution. Something that was relentless.

Each night our annex was silent with only the sound of the clock outside chiming every 15 minutes. Each room felt so cramped with people, you could hear the heartbeats of those beside you who feared being discovered. We held our breaths, praying those wearing the German boots would give up the search. They were carrying out aggressively around our bookshelf. An evocative noise from outside of the house caught their attention. As their heavy footsteps faded down the steep stairs we heard a metallic click, finally we breathed sighs of relief that filled the cramped spaced room like a heavy weight lifting off our shoulders. Still knowing this occurance would be a continuous loop but we’re numb to the fear now.