Friday, September 11, 2020

Speech

 Speech on why I shouldn't have to write a speech


What if no one had ever written a speech. What a different world we would be in, think about it without Martin Luther King's famous “I had a dream” speech we wouldn’t have equal rights in the world or more recently Jacinda Alderns speech during lockdown “It’s our job to stay in lockdown to protect our loved ones” New Zealand could be overrun by Coronavirus. In this writing I shall tell you why I shouldn’t have to write a speech.



I think that I shouldn’t have to write a speech because all though I value myself compared to Martin Luther King I am not as important as him, he has read a speech to the world about equal rights between negros and white people. I have written a speech about why I should not have to write a speech that will be heard by my class that will be forgotten by the end of the year or month. 



A speech Is just something for extra stress I don’t need. What makes it stressful? Having to write it, when I write it you have to get it in by a certain time which sucks. I should be able to write it at our own pace. What else is extremely stressful is having to write it so that it’s perfect or at least grammatically perfect. My stress will cause me to have a stroke (well it would if I was older) please consider my stress levels.




Well my speech is perfect I know but I still do not think I should have to write a speech that is pointless in nearly every way. Just like last year everyone will have to write another one the next year and the year after that all the way until they go to high school.  I reckon this is wasteful of our childhood. 


There are a few places we use speeches and all of them are out of Primary School. So I should technically not have to write one until I need it and you may say that I need to practice writing a speech but my speech writing is very good if not perfect.



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Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Making Comics about our comments and how we have the power 😎

Today we had to make a comic strip about how comments affect us and how they should always be used in a positive way

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Bar Graph And Pie Charts

Yesterday we learnt about bar graphs and pie charts. First we had to write down: hokey pokey(HP), chocolate,banana chip,vanilla and cookies and cream(C&C) in ether our books or on our Chromebooks. Next we had to survey the class on what there favourite ice cream was. When you had finished, if you were on a Chromebook you made your charts into a pie chart and a bar graph.                   
I did this via google sheets.


The graphs and charts show the results.

Thursday, May 14, 2020

My Splitting Headache

Arhh! The pain comes stabbing through me a lot harder
than any time before. I'm sitting in an upright
position in my bed. It's pitch black my eyes adjust to the light but all
I can see are the outlines of the bigger objects
like my bed, the desk in the corner and the book shelf.
The rain is attacking the roof in armies of drops.
Ahhh, dammit it feels like my head will split open
and then it does, a long crack like a dropped egg covers
the top of my head. I can feel something squirming there then
a finger comes out dragging it’s hand with it and then
an arm comes out then a leg and then a head and body and soon
there is an exact replica of me sitting on the bed in
front of me and then it says hello.

It all happened a few days ago I was walking with
Jack C, he was making fun of me for tripping
over the footpath and then I had a sharp pain in the back
of my skull like someone had shoved a knife there
and then I doubled over and threw up
whatever I had for breakfast on the grass (just
to let you know it was rice bubbles). Jack went and
got help but before he had even got around the corner I
blacked out. It was a weird sensation. I was falling unable to
stop myself and when I hit the ground it was as if I hit the
border between reality and a dream because all of a sudden I
was standing in a pond and were cats were doing
the can can and I knew it was a dream.”well this is weird” and
I open my eyes, I'm in a hospital bed I turn my head
to find an IV drip next to me. The TV is turned off and I can’t
find the remote so I just sit there until the doctor comes.
Two hours later I'm sitting on the couch at home.

Everyone at home kind of skirts around me
for fear that they might get whatever I have (they might as
well build a wall around me and feed me through a tiny hole
like they did with the people that had leprosy).
But every once and awhile I anywhere at any time I'll feel
a crazy headache but I haven't thrown up or
blacked out since that time. 

Back to the present 
The things sits on my bed awaiting me to answer
“hello” it says repeating to make sure I can understand it
“um hi” I say “What are you”
“Im you”
“No you’re not”
“Yes I am” 
“Prove it”
“Well I just climbed out of your head If that
doesn't prove it nothing will”
“Yeah but, ok”
“So if you’re me then why did you climb
out of my head”
“Well it was pretty boring in there, it was like
sitting in a cardboard box” 
“Wait are there any more people like you up there?”
“Nah the other left ages ago when they realized
how boring it was up there”
“Ok so why do you look like me”
“Well I am basically you, well actually I don’t know
what I am. It's not like we have school anyway. I'm going to
go explore the world and find out who I am”.
I look out the window as he walks up the driveway and onto
the road but stops to tie his shoe and is run over by a truck,
that’ll teach him to get out of my head.



Wednesday, April 29, 2020

My long weekend writing

My shovel digs into the gravelly soil
and almost immediately hits a rock.
Dad puts the crowbar under and tells
me to pull it out again. I shovel some dirt
out of the hole. After twenty minutes the
hole is up to my torso and is getting really hard
to reach down and get the rock that has
been dug up by Dad. A rock half the size of the
hole is at the bottom. I drop the
crowbar down again and again sparks
jump off the surface of the glinting rock.  
\Another good hour later and finally the rock budges,
Dad goes and grabs a strap so we can hoist it up.
Afterward I swear angels started singing Alleluia.
Dad measures the hole to see if it’s deep
enough “I’ve got good news and bad news”
says Dad “which one do you want hear” 
“Good news first please” I say 
“Well the good news is the hole is deep enough”
“What's the bad news”
We have to dig three more”
“What all today!” 
“No today and tomorrow”
“Dammit”


4 hours earlier 

“So after the lockdown we're gonna
build a shelter for the food van”,
Dads explaining to me what we're
gonna do today for the second time today
“we need to dig holes and then after
lockdown go to Mitre 10 Mega and
get materials to build it” “Now for a break”. 

Friday, April 24, 2020

My ANZAC writing to a made up Anzac soldier at Gallipoli

Dear Jack


How is it at war, some men come home with no legs
from shells being dropped next to them and others
come back in stretchers with no arms or are all bloody from being shot?
What are the living conditions like in Gallipoli?
What are you doing? Shooting Turks I hope and not getting yourself killed.
Is everything alright? Did you land In the right place
and are you winning the battle to force the Turks out of the war?
If you don’t want to shoot them you’re very noble
but don’t let your commanding officer know that you’re a
deserter because even we know what happens to soldiers who desert,
they get shot don’t they? Is everything going ok we are not
losing too badly are we or are we winning and those people,
the one that have no legs are just unlucky?
Anyway everyone here is great, well not really most of us
are starving because we have to contribute to the war effort
and we never know when it will end. 


Hope you don’t die 
Wish you were here.
Isaac


Dear little brother Isaac


Things are terrible here. We landed 2km’s away from our original landing spot.
Quite a lot of us died on the first day.
For most of the poor lads this was the first combat experience.
We have very little food, the weather is terrible, it's flooding our trenches.
The stench of dead people is terrible, basically the whole place
is a hell hole with diseases everywhere and very little water,
no point in making friends because they quite possibly will get shot the next day.
Everyone says soon we’ll get them but they just keep something back.
You shoot one, two more come back.
It’s like a damn hydra, but to tell you a secret we’re losing at Gallipoli
but it’s incredibly hard to make the general see sense,
until his commanding officer tells him we won’t win
(which is when everyone is dead) he won’t surrender.
Yeah I have seen it happen occasionally,
a soldier will make a break to the water or won’t shoot
anyone and throws his gun away and either the Turks
or the general will shoot him right there, I don’t really know why they do it,
might be they’ve gone mad or just don’t want to do this anymore.
No everyone is getting shot at, it’s not like we're making big advancements,
we're not really moving at all.


Hope I don’t die 
Don’t wish you were here 
Jack


 If this wasn’t a fake letter this
whole letter would have been rewritten to
make the people think everything was ok.


Thursday, April 23, 2020

ANZAC biscuits

These are my ANZAC biscuits and recipe
Ingredients:
1/2 Edmond Standard 
1/3 Chelsea White Sugar 
2/3 finely  desiccated coconut 
3/4 rolled oats 
1/2 chocolate chips
3/4 currents
50g  butter 
1 tbsp sea golden syrup
1/2 tsp Edmond baking soda
2 Tbsp boiling water


  1. Preheat oven to 180C. Line a baking tray with baking paper
  2. Mix together flour sugar coconut and rolled oats 
  3. Melt butter and golden syrup. Dissolve baking soda in the boiling water and add to butter and golden syrup.Stir butter mixture into the dry ingredients
  4. Place level tablespoonfuls of mixture onto cold greased trays   and flatten with a fork. These don't spread as they bake so you can place them close together 
  5. Bake for about 15 minutes or until colder. Leave on the tray for 5 minutes then place on a rack to cool 

Friday, April 17, 2020

Making Banana cake

Steps on making banana cake during lock down

  1. Measure out 500g of flour and pour that into a bowl 
  2. Pour 1 cup of sugar into the flour
  3. Measure out 4 table spoons of oil and put that into the same bowl as the flour and sugar mix it all together
  4. Stop when the mixture is smooth and creamy 
  5. Crack 2 eggs into a bowl and then beat the eggs pour those eggs into the flour and oil mixture 
  6. Mash two bananas with a fork put those in the mixture
  7. Fold the mixture until it was mixed through 
  8. Add chocolate chips into the mixture and mix 
  9. Grease the cake pan and put baking paper in the cake pan 
  10. Pour the mixture into the cake pan and cook in the oven 
  11. Cook it for about 35 minutes at 1 60C
  12. Wait for it to cool and then eat

My Family Tree

This is my family tree, at the bottom is me and my brothers Sam and Luke
and then there is my parents and there brothers and sisters, on my Mum's side there is John, Paul, Michael and Maryanne and on my Dad's side there is Gerard, Kathryn, Patracia,Michael and Maree. My Mum's parents were Anna and Vivian and my Dad's where Bruce and Florence. My Mum's mum's parents were Giovanni De Goldi and Dominca Toccarelli
and my Mum's Dad's parents were Harry Pugh and Mary Treacy and my Dads Dad's parents were Sabina Mc Murtrle and Charlie Wallis.

This is my Family Tree hoped you enjoyed it