My mihi

Kia ora tatou
Greetings to us all

Kua hui mai nei
Who gathered here today

Ki tenei kura
To this school

Ki te mau mai
To bring

I nga whakaaro pai
The good thoughts

Ka nui te hari
Greats is the happiness

Mo to koutou kaha
For your support

Ki te huihui mai
In assembling/gathering

Ki te hapai
To uplift

I nga take
The matters/ subjects

E pa ana ki tenei kura
Concerning this school

No reira tena koutou, tena koutou, tena ra tatou katoa
Therefore greeting once, greetings twice, greetings again to us all.

The Differance Between Auckland and Syria

Auckland morning: Awoken by my brother tugging at my blankets I breathed a low sigh of annoyance. I had no luck trying to get rid of him. I got up slowly and took my time getting ready for school. I dragged myself to the kitchen and made myself breakfast. Syria morning: Waking up to a loud shotgun going off, I laid there wondering what possibly could happen today. Forcing myself to get up I wanted to lay there the whole day and forget about the war. I quickly tiptoed quietly past the other sleeping families.  As I stepped out of the house I could see debris  and armed soldiers everywhere. Auckland day: Entering school I arrived to see my friends. Walking towards them we entered the classroom and went to our seats, greeted by our teacher  we got our Netbooks out.”Okay class please close your net books and look at the board!” We turned our attention to the board as we learnt about our topic ‘What in the world is going on?’

Syria day: As he walked past the school he whispered “another day and I’m not going to learn”. Hearing the students laugh and seeing them learn, he wished that he was in there learning and laughing like them. Ever since the war began, he had to go to work to help his family survive.   Auckland night: Coming home I threw my bag on the floor as I lazily flopped into my bed. Hearing my mother call for me I walked following her voice to the lounge. My mother had made dinner and we all sat around the table eating and talking about our day at school and work. Syria night: Coming home to our cold house, my mother was already in bed. She had been working all day.  I could tell she was tired by her heavy breathing and the bags around her eyes. Trying not to wake her up I laid next to her thinking “Tomorrows  another day!” while shutting my eyes hoping and praying for a better day.

Good bye Pt England

Sadly it’s the last year here at pt england for the year 8s. As sad as we all are to leave were also happy and excited to go to college. Most of the year 8 have been here there whole life, so it’s really sad to leave.

I’ve also  been here my whole life. At the end of the year it will be sad to leave because of all the loving teachers and my close  friends. Pt england is a loving school and it will be a hard to say goodbye, I hope college is the same.

Next year we will be at college, everyone is going to different colleges so we won’t be seeing our friends as much. I will be going to AGGS(Auckland Girls Grammar School) a group of girls from Pt england are going there as well.

9 or 8 more weeks till the holidays the difference is we won’t be coming back. I’m so scared for college but I’m happy that I’m growing up and learning more. So for now good-bye