I am a Year 6 student at Christ the King School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 4 and my teacher is Mrs Cochrane.
Thursday, 20 November 2014
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How the Morepork came to be
How the Morepork Came to Be
A long time ago, in a country called New Zealand all the owls had the same calls, same feather colours. One of the owls was called Pinto. He was silly and he didn’t listen to the rules of the forest.
One day, Pinto decided to have a little adventure outside of the forest. He flew to a nearby village and in the village there was a butcher shop. “I need more pork! This is too light! More pork! More pork! Please!” A lady said to the man serving her. Pinto flew down to hear more of what the lady was saying to the man but the lady already stopped her impatience. Pinto laughed so hard that he fell because he lost his balance. “Morepork! Morepork! hahahaha that is so funny! hahaha!” After he laughed and mimicked the lady, he flew back to the other owls and told them all about his afternoon in the village. The head owl named Owfi (which means high/wise leader in owl language) was the first to speak in the silence of the owls. Shaking his head he said in a soft but fierce tone.“Pinto, what have you done. You are not allowed to do that! ...I am very disappointed. You shall never mimic someone. It’s against the forest rules. Because of your silly behaviour you shall have a punishment.” Then he turned away from Pinto and thought what Pinto’s punishment should be. “Twit too! I know what your punishment should be!” Owfi then turned to Pinto. “You shall always say more pork for all your life and you are band to come back to my forest. Your beautiful feathers will be changed into brown patterned feathers.” Pinto didn’t like this. Sobbing, he insisted to let him have one more chance. “Wait! You can’t do this to me! I’m sorry! Oh please!, Oh please!” He sobbed harder. “Give me one more chance!” But he was too late and he found himself saying More pork whenever he tried to say sorry or ask for forgiveness. That is how the Morepork came to be. So whenever you hear an owl say more pork, you will know it is Pinto trying to say sorry.
The End!
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Writing
Monday, 10 November 2014
Moment in Time-Visit to the Mary Mackillop Centre
Plan:
Sitting Room w/the Josephite sisters (Inside Mary Mackillop Centre)
-Sisters tell amazing stories
-Some students ask questions
-Room crowded because lots of students in 1 small room
-6 sisters in the room (Sister Colleen,Sister Louise,Sister Maryanne etc.)
-Pink couches
-Pink curtains
-Light shining brightly through the windows
- Beautiful artworks framed on the white wall
The Sitting Room With Many Amazing Stories
The Sitting Room
“You know I’m actually a Black Joe and I didn't teach in this area. The Black Joes and the Brown Joes had the same rules and traditions which was a surprise really!” says Sister Colleen. I am in the Mary Mackillop Centre, sitting on the clean, wooden floor. I am in the sitting room with 6 Josephite sisters and a crowd of C.T.K students. The Josephite sisters are telling us some of their amazing stories from when they were teaching children to when they were taking care of the older sisters. I look around the sitting room, I can see that most students are all squashed up because the room is very small for a group of students of 5 different year levels. Their faces are so full of wonder that it makes me enjoy my time hearing their stories. Behind one of the sisters who is wearing blue and a cheerful smile, there is a window that has pink curtains drawn to the sides. Maybe the sisters did that so that the sun’s gleaming light would pass through. Then I look at the white wall with a mind blowing artwork. It is very detailed and colourful and it shows that the artist put a lot of effort to paint the artwork; just like the sisters who put lots of effort into painting God’s love which extends to the ones that can’t afford education and who have no faith. Turning my head to Sister Colleen I can see she is wearing a pinkish, maroon-ish vest and under her vest she is wearing a black long-sleeved shirt. Her shoes are black and pointy like a witches’ nose. Her hair is a mixture of white and grey just like clouds up in the sky ready to burst. Looking at Sister Colleen makes me wonder about other women. Do they have the opportunity to follow their vocation of being a nun? Do other women have the dream of spreading the love of God or even serving Him? I also wonder about the sisters that do serve God with love and have lots of hope in Him. Their strong relationship with God makes me feel like God is so close to his people even if times are hard and we think He is miles away.
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Writing
Monday, 20 October 2014
Jesus Haiku
Jesus Haiku
Jesus my saviour
The one with a pure heart
Keep me close to you
| Jesus the one with the most pure and sacred heart. |
| Jesus our saviour. He died on the cross to save us from our sins |
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