Hello everybody,
I apologize for not posting that often this year but these holidays I will. My school ended last week on Friday. In our prize giving I got 6 awards which were mostly academic but I got a P.E award and service. I got diligence in English,Math,Performing Arts, Physical Education and Science, and got service to the Performing Arts because I was the camera operator for the dance and lunch time drama shows. Anyway now that I have finished Year 9 I should be able to post more.
In English this week we got to choose an elective to do, e.g Print Journalism and Rap Battles. My friends and I all did Shakespeare. Today we had to write our own sonnets about something we care about, it could be a pet, character, friend, or family. Sonnets have to have 14 lines and 10 syllables in each line, and they have strict rhyme rules.I chose to do mine on Rue from The Hunger Games.
Rue: Her haunting song passes through the cold wind, Sadly her little life had to end, A terrible fate for such a young kid, But she will always be my truest friend. Covered in bright, beautiful flowers, Now and forever her body rests, This is what hateful people do with power, In this cruel arena she was the best. No one can find her deep in the meadow, Her body lays under a crying willow, Now she rests forever in her bed of grass, Under her small head a soft green pillow. The birds pick up her last song and I know, That her spirit is now gone because of SnowHi people this is my entry for the BNZ literary competition please tell me what you think.
Prey
By Siabhaon Emmerson-Goodwin
Landing with a soft thud Claire winced expecting Rufus to bark waking her sleeping grandmother. Letting out a sigh of relief that Rufus was still asleep Claire continued on her way.
For three days now every night another person disappeared, all of them had vanished without a trace, leaving no record of their existence behind apart from one drop of blood on the statue in the museum, the statue of “The Beast”
The statue had arrived in town nine days ago and Claire was sure it was the cause of the disappearances, for everyone who had been taken was inside the museum at night.
Suddenly tensing Claire turned expecting to see a police officer or worse, her grandmother. Looking up and down the street the only thing Claire could see was a small hedgehog looking up at her a few paces away. Turning around she realised she was nearly at the museum. Claire tried desperately to remember all she could about “The Beast”. He is the guard of the Underworld, loyal companion to Hades, has three heads, and he eats human flesh.
Suddenly having the odd thought that this wasn’t a good idea Claire turned on her heel only to see the strange little hedgehog staring up at her with something in it’s eyes almost begging her to keep going. For some unexplained reason she did, Claire turned, walked up the steps and was about to climb in a window when the door opened. Peering inside the darkness started to suck her in, a black hole to unknown terrors.
Once inside the dark musty smell washed over her like a wave, gone was the normal vanilla smell of the museum; replacing it was the smell of death. Hearing the door slam shut behind her Claire knew she was trapped.
Gingerly taking a step forward Claire slowly made her way to the exhibit. After going through the Romans, and the Egyptians she finally found the Greek God Hall, Hades was at the very back, she knew that from her previous visits but this time she had a strange feeling she wouldn’t be coming back again.
After what seemed like hours Claire stumbled up to the exhibit trying to find the statue, Claire frowned, she knew exactly where the statue was, and it wasn’t on the pillar. Hearing a low growl from behind her Claire suddenly tried to hug the floor. Not ducking fast enough Claire received a long cut on her arm from which sprung forward a single drop of blood landing on the foot of the dog-like creature in front of her. Claire did the only thing she could think of. She ran.
She hit the wall. Frantically trying to find the back door in the darkness she felt the beast’s hot breath on her neck. Slowly, Claire turned, finally she accepted her fate. Claire was that nights prey. Another meal for the Beast.
Claire squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the beast’s teeth to tear into her flesh. When nothing happened for a few seconds Claire peeked through one eye. Claire was amazed to find that she was no longer in the museum. A glittering hall of obsidian and moonstone was in front of her. A sudden snuffling noise startled her, reminding her of The Beast. Claire had a sneaking suspicion it was right behind her. Claire’s heart sank. Turning around she saw hat had come to life was sitting a few steps away. It was waiting for something. Something to happen.
Slowly Claire approached the statue. Reaching out to touch the beast, she jumped back. The beast had growled. It was alive. Stumbling backwards Claire brushed something. Looking up Claire froze. A dark imposing figure stood over her. His shadow loomed over Claire. His voice was deep and strangely calm when he spoke.
“I hear you are interested in my dog Ms Claire”. Claire gulped. Biting back her initial remark Claire hurried to think of what to say. “It’s a dog?” she asked trying to hide her surprise. He smirked “Well what else would it be?” “Um I don’t know a monster that eats people?” Claires quick remark made it out of her mouth before she had even thought. “So who are you supposed to be?” Claire asked. “My name however important is not irrelevant, for now lets stick with Cerberus here. Why did you think that this particular statue had something to do with the disappearances?” “Wow this guy didn’t like talking about himself. “Well it was a bit easy, you see the disappearances started when that freaky statue showed up. So yeah pretty easy I’d say.”
“Very smart, or was it on my part very clumsy, well you are the guest here so lets say you are very smart…” “Thank you.” Claire interrupted. His voice boomed throughout the hall. “Let me finish! Yes you are smart maybe to smart for your own good.” “Where am I!?!?” Man this guy was getting on her nerves. He paused to stroke his dog. “Welcome, Ms Claire, welcome to hell.” Claire screamed.
Hey guys this is my newest English homework it’s a book review, tell me what you think okay.
Home Run by Paula Boock.
Home Run is the very interesting story of Bryony Page. When Bryony moves to her new school she realises that not everyone at Merimeri are what they seem. When Bryony tries to fit in she has to make choices that will change everything she is. To be popular means to be disruptive and cruel, by trying to be nice Bryony is classed as a wimp. At this point we must wonder; How far will Bryony go to fit in?
“Damn you dad! You did this, but I’m not giving up. I’m not going to be classed as a wimp.” ~Bryony.
Home Run is one of the most thought provoking books that I have read in a long time. It made me think of what some New Zealand teens and children go through everyday. Some kids have to steal to eat, fit in, or to look cool in front of people they won’t even know in a few years but most of all it made me think of friendship. This book made me extremely thankful that all my friends know me for me, and that I don’t have to steal or lie to fit in.
This book is a must read for everyone, wither you’re going through a tough time or just want a good read everyone should read this novel. I can just hope that you enjoyed it as much as I did.
This book clearly deserves five stars so that is what it is going to get. ☆☆☆☆☆
Home Run by Paula Boock.
By Siabhaon.
Hello everyone,
Sorry I haven’t written in ages I’ve just been busy with homework and stuff for college. School was pretty good today, I got a merit in my math test and a B in science so that’s good. The work here is pretty easy but the homework is a nightmare! Book reviews, Posters,Research and that’s just my English homework so far. So I’m going to do another post now. Bye!
A very happy new year to everyone out there in the world. Thank you for helping and supporting my blog these last years. A very special thank you to all of my old teachers at St Patrick’s, and to all of my friends there.
Happy new year everyone!
May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, And may the rain fall soft upon your fields, Until we met again may god hold you in the palm of his hand.
In school at the moment we have been working on writing and presenting speeches in front of our classes, and the other classrooms. In our school you get the choice to write about one of these two subjects, for year seven and eight the choices were “Students need digital devices to learn these days” or “Why the Kapiti coast is a great place for kids to grow up.” I chose to write my speech about digital devices, and surprisingly it was good enough and I got into the second round for the speeches. Other people in my class who got through were
When the day of the second round came (Monday) nearly everyone was nervous, standing up in front of the syndicate took a lot of courage that most people didn’t think they had, even though they were scared nearly everyone got up and gave a fantastic speech.
The air in the library seemed to make you more nervous every time you breathed in, without knowing nobody could be sure if they were next, nearly being deafened by the clapping at the end of every speech I barley heard my name being called, being nudged by my friend next to me I slowly stood walked to the front and gazed out onto the faces in the crowd, I knew everyone, that made me even more nervous. A deadly quiet filled the air as people turned from their conversations to look at me, not knowing if my voice would appear I began to read, I read my speech through all the way, not knowing if I was going too fast or too slow, paragraph after paragraph, word after word, I continued. At the end of my second to last paragraph a single clap came out of the audience from a person in the front row, suddenly realising it wasn’t over they looked sheepishly away, that clap was all it took to make me nervous again, What if nobody liked it? What if I’m standing here looking like an idiot while no one claps? All these thought filled my head as I managed out the last words.To my relief when I sat down people were clapping,they had liked it!
Even though I didn’t get through to the finals I was pretty proud of myself for getting up and giving a speech in front of so many people,and for all the others that did speeches, I salute you.
Well you are all probably wondering what Gamestar Mechanic is, Gamestar is a website that my class is using to make, play, and design games.Gamestar is made of quests, workshops, and the game ally.Everyone who has a Gamestar account can chose to do the quests and everyone in my class has.
The quests are about a girl called Adision (not sure of spelling) who want’s to be a game designer when she gets her chance it turns out to be a lot different from what she expects,when the factory gets threatened Adision has no choice but to join the rouge, the man who wants the factory to be closed,you have to problem solve,have quick reactions,create,and think to get through all of the quest and you unlock Sprites and blocks and other things to put in the games you make.the farther you go in the quest the more stuff you get.
In the workshop you create and edit games that you can later publish for everyone to play.Making games is a challenge that give you patience and a good sense of balance.While making a game you can use different blocks,avatars, enemy’s, backgrounds,music,and point systems.Once you have finished your game you publish it and put it in the game ally for the world to play,below is a link to one of my games, I would have put it in the post but I don’t know how, well enjoy the game!This was the first game I made and is my favourite, you have to find the right path to get all the points before the time runs out,oh and without losing all your life to the enemy’s, good luck.
Now to the Game Alley.The Game Alley is a the place where all the published games go, here you can play,rate, and comment on games from around the world.The Game Alley comes complete with searches,most popular games,most difficult games,and favourite games of the websites creator.
Well that all from me today, but please play the game make an account and send me a link to your game,Gamestar is for everyone,oh and for those stuck on my game do the bottom left part last! Ok bye.
This song is about a duck.The duck wants some grapes.He walks up to a lemonade stand over and over asking for grapes. Yeah that’s pretty much what the song and video is about but it is super cool anyway. WARNING: the clip you are about to see may thoroughly annoy some people.
Okay and here is were I was going to put the video but apparently now you can’t do that, so here’s the link sorry.Thank you to the people who made the video for providing us with laughter, Song by Bryant Oden. Animation by Forrest Whaley.
I do not own the duck song, but here’s some lyrics to it anyway!!!!!!!!!!:-P
A duck walked up to a lemonade stand
and he said to the man running the stand
Hey. got any grapes?
The man said no we just sell lemonade. It’s cold and its fresh and it’s all home made. Can I sell you glass? The duck said “I’ll pass”.
Then he waddled away. Till the very next day.
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man that was running the stand
Hey. You got any grapes?
The man said no, like I said yesterday, we just sell lemonade okay?
Why not give it a try? The duck said Goodbye.
Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away
Till the very next day.
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man that was running the stand
Hey. You got any grapes?
The man said look, this is getting old. Lemonade’s all we’ve ever sold. Why not give it a go? The duck said “No.”
Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away
Till the very next day.
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man that was running the stand
Hey. You got any grapes?
The man said THAT’S IT!! If you don’t stay away,duck, I’ll glue you to a tree and leave you there all day, stuck.
So don’t get to close! The duck said Adios.
Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away
Till the very next day.
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man that was running the stand
Hey. You got any glue?
What?
You got any glue?
No, why would I– Oh!
Then one more question for you:
Got any grapes?
And the man just stopped. Then he started to smile. Then he started to laugh. He laughed for a while.
Then he said, “Come on duck, let’s walk to the store. I’ll buy you some grapes so you won’t have to ask anymore.”
So they walked to the store and the man bought some grapes. He offered one to the duck and the duck said “No thanks”.
“But you know what sounds good? It would make my day.
Do you think this store, do you think this store, do you think this store… has any… lemonade?”
Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away
Not the movie, (even though it’s really good) the book written by Christopher Paolini. Eragon is a boy. He lives with his uncle named Garrow, and his cousin. Their house is in a place called Carahall, which is right next to a place called The Spine, everyone stays away from The Spine, apart from Eragon. One day when Eragon is out hunting he sees something coming out of the sky (not a spaceship!), it crashes right next to him, when he goes near it he discovers a blue oval stone.
After carrying the stone to the village he attempts to trade it for some meat in the butchery, when that doesn’t work out him and his uncle take it to one of the travelling merchants, a jewellery maker who tells them that it is hollow and that he won’t buy it. So the stone gets taken put in Eragon’s room and is forgotten. Until. One night Eragon is woken by a strange high pitched noise, and it’s coming from, the EGG.
I won’t tell you any more because it will ruin the story so you just have to read the book. Eragon is a realistic, fantasy, adventure book good for anyone, that doesn’t mind a bit of blood.Eragon is a truly enchanting story full of legends and secrets. And if you haven’t already, READ THE BOOK I can not even begin to describe it, that’s how good it is.
Picture attribution: Image: ‘Day Thirty Four.‘
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