I am a Year 8 student at Pt England School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 2 and my teacher is Miss Clark.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Mary's Flying Car Machine
Mary's Flying Car Machine
Here is my animation I turned into a movie. It spent me 5 weeks to do. Hope you like it.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thank You Manaiakalani
The Minister Of Education came to our school. Her name is Hekia Parata. Why did she come to our school? Hekia Parata came to our school because it’s cool. There was a man and his name was Greg Va’afusuaga. He stood up and told us that there was 4 F words. Family, Friends, Fellowship, and Food. He said all these things because it meant Cooperation, and working together.
Why do we have Netbooks? We don’t have Netbooks to play games on but we do have Netbooks to learn with, and to learn on. The Manaiakalani cluster helped us get these Netbooks of ours. So I would like to thank them again for helping us. THANK YOU MANAIAKALANI CLUSTER!!!!!!! What would we have done without you......
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Mary Somebody I Used To Know
I was 7 when I saw the first Manaiakalani Film Festival. It was awesome. A year later there had been another Film Festival. We entered the second one. The Movie was called Nearning. Again it was fabulous. I’m 9 now, and just last week there was a 3rd Film Festival. I went to go and watch it. No doubt the 3rd one was better.
My favourite movie of the 3rd Film Festival is, “Somebody I Used to Know” by Room 17 Pt England school. I think you should watch this movie because, it is emotional and has a lot of singing. I could watch this movie over and over again.
I give this movie Ten Stars....
http://pesroom12and13.blogspot.co.nz/2012/11/somebody-i-used-to-know-manaiakalani.html
Thursday, November 15, 2012
50 Word Manaiakalani Film Festival
I was excited because it was the Film Festival. “Tena Koutou Tamariki Ma”. Mr Burt exclaimed. “Tena Koe Mr Burt”. The crowd shouted back. The first presenters were from Tamaki College. The movie finally started. I loved theirs because it had enthusiasm. It was called Azonto. I loved their Movie.
http://tctvnz.blogspot.co.nz/2012/11/film-festival-2012-azonto.
http://tctvnz.blogspot.co.nz/2012/11/film-festival-2012-azonto.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Scary Doll Story About Alma
While skipping through the freezing cold snow, a little girl named Alma stopped near this chalkboard and wrote her name.
Behind Alma was a doll staring straight at her from the shop, across the road from her. The doll looked exactly like her.
She walked towards the shop window. Alma could not believe it. When she rubbed her hands together, Alma looked back up and the doll was gone. She went to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. When Alma walked away, the door opened by itself . She was shocked.
Alma entered the shop. She saw a little doll on a bicycle. Alma picked it up and let it ride. The doll on the bicycle tried escaping but he couldn’t, because the door shut before he could get out. Alma turned and looked at the door. She was staring at it for quite a while.
Alma turned back around. Looking at the stool where the doll had been, Alma could see that the doll had disappeared. She searched the room and spotted it high on the big shelf.
Alma was reaching out to the doll. She could not reach it. She grabbed a chair and stood on it.
(BANG) As Alma touched the doll, she disappeared inside it.
Alma looked around. She was very scared. There was another doll now standing on the stool. Waiting for the next child to come around.
Behind Alma was a doll staring straight at her from the shop, across the road from her. The doll looked exactly like her.
She walked towards the shop window. Alma could not believe it. When she rubbed her hands together, Alma looked back up and the doll was gone. She went to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. When Alma walked away, the door opened by itself . She was shocked.
Alma entered the shop. She saw a little doll on a bicycle. Alma picked it up and let it ride. The doll on the bicycle tried escaping but he couldn’t, because the door shut before he could get out. Alma turned and looked at the door. She was staring at it for quite a while.
Alma turned back around. Looking at the stool where the doll had been, Alma could see that the doll had disappeared. She searched the room and spotted it high on the big shelf.
Alma was reaching out to the doll. She could not reach it. She grabbed a chair and stood on it.
(BANG) As Alma touched the doll, she disappeared inside it.
Alma looked around. She was very scared. There was another doll now standing on the stool. Waiting for the next child to come around.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
While Charlie was walking along the footpath, he found a silver coin in the drain. “ I am going to buy a Wonka Bar”. He cried out loud. So off he went with his lucky coin....
As Charlie walked into the door, the bell rang, Ding Ding. “ May I have a scrumdiddlyumptious Wonka Bar please, Oh and make it the biggest one you have?” Charlie asked nicely. “ Sure”. The shopkeeper answered back. “ Here you are”. he said. “ Thank You”. Charlie replied feeling very relieved.
Charlie tore the wrapper off as fast as he could and shoved the chocolate down his throat. “Hey, hey, hey slow down eh, you could get a stomach ache if you eat like that”. Warned the shopkeeper. Charlie kept eating. The shopkeeper gave back Charlie’s change. He thought of buying one for his Grandpa Joe. So he did.
After Charlie had bought his Grandfather’s chocolate, he walked outside. “ Slow down okay, one at a time”. Exclaimed the man. Everybody was crowding all around the newspaper man. Charlie looked over at them. He went to go and see what the were all yapping about. At last he saw the paper. “ The fifth ticket had been a fake”.
Charlie walked away quietly. He hoped he still might have a chance. Charlie hid away in a little corner. He ripped the outside wrapper of Grandpa’s chocolate, then tore the inside carefully. Little Charlie saw a piece of gold hanging out. He quickly shut it as if it wasn’t real. Then opened it again and took the whole thing out.
Then with a fright, a lady pulled his arm, and dragged Charlie towards the crowd. “ He’s found it, he’s got the last golden ticket”. The lady yelled out. “ May I look, Hey move out of the way”. Everybody was saying. The shopkeeper pulled onto Charlie’s arm, then moved him away. “Run, run hold on to that ticket and don’t stop running till you get home”. The shopkeeper shouted. Charlie sprinted all the way home.
As Charlie walked into the door, the bell rang, Ding Ding. “ May I have a scrumdiddlyumptious Wonka Bar please, Oh and make it the biggest one you have?” Charlie asked nicely. “ Sure”. The shopkeeper answered back. “ Here you are”. he said. “ Thank You”. Charlie replied feeling very relieved.
Charlie tore the wrapper off as fast as he could and shoved the chocolate down his throat. “Hey, hey, hey slow down eh, you could get a stomach ache if you eat like that”. Warned the shopkeeper. Charlie kept eating. The shopkeeper gave back Charlie’s change. He thought of buying one for his Grandpa Joe. So he did.
After Charlie had bought his Grandfather’s chocolate, he walked outside. “ Slow down okay, one at a time”. Exclaimed the man. Everybody was crowding all around the newspaper man. Charlie looked over at them. He went to go and see what the were all yapping about. At last he saw the paper. “ The fifth ticket had been a fake”.
Charlie walked away quietly. He hoped he still might have a chance. Charlie hid away in a little corner. He ripped the outside wrapper of Grandpa’s chocolate, then tore the inside carefully. Little Charlie saw a piece of gold hanging out. He quickly shut it as if it wasn’t real. Then opened it again and took the whole thing out.
Then with a fright, a lady pulled his arm, and dragged Charlie towards the crowd. “ He’s found it, he’s got the last golden ticket”. The lady yelled out. “ May I look, Hey move out of the way”. Everybody was saying. The shopkeeper pulled onto Charlie’s arm, then moved him away. “Run, run hold on to that ticket and don’t stop running till you get home”. The shopkeeper shouted. Charlie sprinted all the way home.
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