The Cyclone

Faith’s Memoir

 The Cyclone

On the 17th April 2014 the was the cyclone Ita hit Greymouth, the South Island of New Zealand.

It was a cold and windy morning, I got ready and Dad dropped me off at school.

Later on at school it was getting windier by the minute, we had morning tea inside because it was so windy. About 20 minutes later Dad came to pick me up because he got the rest of the day off work because the wind was too strong to work.

When we got home we just went on the computer and watched a movie.

Me and dad were inside our house in the lounge, when WHOOSSSSSSHHHHHHH the wind just got windier than ever. It was so strong we could here houses creaking and groaning. The clear light from our neighbour's house was ripping off and hitting our house and landing in our back and front yard.

Later while we were watching T.V we heard sirens. Dad went outside to see what the sirens were and I followed him to the front porch because the wind was so strong it kept pushing me over. Dad kept going and walked down to where a fire truck was parked, he talked to a fireman and came back. When he came back he told me that  we had to stay inside, so we did.

P.S. I didn't mind one bit staying inside. There was NO WAY I was going back out there

Later on we were watching the News on T.V, and it said that there was a cyclone in Greymouth. A few minutes later the T.V started going static and we turned it off.  Then all of the lights went off and wouldn't turn back on. We were getting hungry so we got out our gas stove and made toasted toast and boiled saveloys.

After tea we went into the spare room to look out the window. When we looked out we saw friend Alyssa's house roof was ripping off and flying down the street. Luckily Alyssa and her family were staying at someone else's house because their house wasn't stable, and they didn't have a roof so they couldn't really stay at theirs.

That night I got to stay on the couch in the lounge because Dad didn't think it was safe to stay in my room because it's at the front of the house and with all of the houses having thing breaking off and flying down the streets. I slept on the couch and Dad slept in his room witch it right next to the lounge. We watched a movie together and then went to sleep.

The next day there was still no power so after toast for breakfast we went in the car to see the damage that had been done around the town. There was a power pole that had been knocked down and in Cobden there were whole houses that had fallen down from the wind. There was so much damage in Cobden that it took years to fix all of it.

I learnt that in a cyclone you should stay inside away from windows incase they smash or something comes in through them.

My Day

Why I Am Lucky To Be A New Zealander

      Why I Am Lucky To Be A New Zealander   

New Zealand is an amazing place, filled with beautiful trees and wildlife. New Zealand also the 4th safest country in the world, and in New Zealand there is free education and most schools are within walking distance from where people live. People in New Zealand get a free dentist until they're 18 and free health care. New Zealand’s air isn’t badly polluted and most of the rivers are clean enough to drink from and swim in. In New Zealand it is not overpopulated, there is only around 4,565,185 people, so you don't have to wait for hours to get into places or buy things.

I am lucky to live in New Zealand because I don't have to walk for hours to get to school, climb cliffs, go across lakes and rivers in homemade rafts or washing buckets, in New Zealand you can get to school by: walking, biking, bus, or get dropped off. In New Zealand you can be yourself and say what you want to say. There are no wars or terrorists or bombers in New Zealand (yet)  so it's (probably)  totally safe to come here ( but if you die or get injured i'm NOT the one to blame. One thing that I'm grateful for is that in New Zealand there are no deadly spiders and no snakes. There are many beautiful native trees and birds such as: the Kiwi, Pohutukawa tree, tui, weka and many many more.

In New Zealand there isn't loads of people living on the streets and dying of starvation and thirst or drinking dirty water like in Syria. In Syria and Iraq  there are thousands of children dying from infections, diseases, and illnesses before they turn five.

I love being a New Zealander because it's beautiful and safe.

Faith ☺♥❣

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Faiths Portrait Poem

Faiths Portrait Poem

                           My hair is like big ocean water, springing everywhere.

My eyeballs are like glittery crystals sparkling in the sun. ( we never get )

My eyebrows are like  golden retrievers sleeping above my eyes.         

My brain is like the internet, it knows everything I need to know.

My teeth are like a lions, ready to eat!

My throat is like a water slide that food slides down.

My cheeks are as smooth as a baby's bum.

My heart is like a tennis racket bouncing a ball 115,200 time a day without stopping.

My mouth is like an echoing cave making my words louder.

Life is like an ocean up and down all the time.

The best thing about hitting rock bottom is there's only one way left to go!

 

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By Faith

My Tiny House

We were learning to use perimeter, area and scale in our maths.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            First we did a rough draft and on the draft we                                                                                               drew what we were going to put in our house                                                                                               in the correct places. Then we got our real                                                                                                   copy of it: 2 walls 1 roof and a floor.  We drew                                                                                             on where we were going to put everything.                                                                                                   After that we made our furniture and stuck it on                                                                                             with hot glue. We coloured everything. Finally we                                                                                          stuck everything on with hot glue and now we are done.                                                                                        

 

A holiday in the life of a shoe

We are learning to write a recount that has a title, an orientation (beginning) with Who What When Where and  Why, a middle that has all of the events in chronological order, and a conclusion (ending) that has a hint that it is the ending and gives an evualtion.

A Holiday In The Life Of A Shoe

It was a nice sunny Wednesday, and I was sitting on a shelf talking to all of my shoe friends and then all of a sudden I heard THUMP THUMP THUMP!!!! ‘Ahhhhh’ we all screamed, I was a human girl running towards the shelf I was on, she picked Tammy my friend and the human said, ‘ewwwwww, that colour looks like vomit’  and so she put down the screaming Tammy, and looked right at me.

After a long silence I got picked up ‘ These ones are PERFECT’ The girl said. I can not describe the feeling I felt when she said I was ‘PERFECT’  it felt so amazingly amazing but as she put me on the counter I looked across the room at Tammy, and she looked back at me, the expression on her face made me feel like the worst shoe friend in the world.

When we walked out of the shop the girl put me on and started running around, it was amazing, I had never been outside before, then she got in a big metal thing called a car and we went to a big house, the girl got dropped off to my owners cousins house and the mum got out and went inside with a littler girls. Then another human girl, about the same size came running out yelling stuff to my owner, it was sooooo loud I needed to block my ears / lace holes making the girl fall into mud when she started walking, she got up and tied my laces  and walked up some stairs and took me off leaving me dirty and cold. For ages all I did was wait for her to come running out the door and put me on, but she never came.  

I must've fallen  asleep, because when I woke up I was in the car again not on anyone's feet but  in the back of the car and I heard the mum saying I needed a wash. ‘But they’re brand new’ said the girl

‘I know, but they look like a pig has worn them.’

‘At least they’ll match my room.’ giggled the girl to her sister.

And that was all I really heard, because I started to think about Tammy and wondering if she had found a home and there was also the thought that I was going to be washed, when I was at the store, many, many, many shoes had come in looking like the dead, soleless, tongueless, and laceless from being washed, would that happen to me?

As soon as we got home I was carried by my laces, which hurt so much, but I knew it was useless to try telling the big tall human to put me down because I knew their ears couldn't pick up  the frequency we spoke in. The human put me into a big metal thing called a washing machine and closed the lid. It was pitch black so I couldn't even see my laces in front of my eyes. Then all of  sudden it made a loud noise, it started filling up with water and spinning around so fast my soul came right out, my tongue swelled up and my laces tangled around me, I felt like I was dieing.

After….. Um……that, I got taken out  and hung on a line by my laces, and I shouted to the human, ‘ so you put me in a pit of death for 10 years and then you just hang me here to die’ and then a familiar voice said ‘ um, hi, just so you know it was a washing machine not a pit of death and I was 10 minutes not 10 years.’

‘TAMMY!’ I shouted ‘how are you here’

‘It's a long story, but your owner has a little sister, and she bought me a few hours after you left.’

‘Well then… I'm officially the happiest shoe ever.

Finally we got taken down and carried inside. We spent the rest of the holidays being talking and being taken for runs, even when it was dark and everyone was asleep, we would talk and tell each other the stories of how we were brought over and over again. I think the only way to describe the spring holiday is…. Awesome!     By Faith