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The focus for Toroa has been telling scary stories, using as few words as possible. We wrote some very scary stories that made the hair stand up on the backs of our necks. These are the movies we made based on those stories. Prepare to be scared! Parental Guidance Recommended.
My family is a strong tree that lives together
My dad is the roots, hard to pull, hard to get.
But without him we fall apart
My mum is the trunk, quiet, works hard and focuses on what she is doing
My brother is the leaves, never stops moving and dancing when he hears the magnificent tune of the wind
I'm the branch that supervises my brother wherever he goes
but I perpetually fall on unsafe high things
My family is like a toolbox.
My mum is a hammer.
She is the last decision when the hammer goes down it is like the gavel pounding on the court bench
No one is above her.
Paul is like the nails old and rusty but still holds every one together.
My brothers are the clean wrenches, constantly swishing until you pop.
My grandma is the superglue.
She is the back up plan and we can’t live with out her.
Finally I am the tool tray ready to catch everyone when they fall.
My Family is a Growing garden
My family is a growing garden filled with
Precious coloured tulips
Dad is the elegant strong stalk that
holds our happiness together
Mum is the soil that protects us in
Her usual ways
Michael is the leaf that giggles about
And tingles when fear arrives
And I am the violet tulip that
Rises up and sprays
Colour over my families dark feelings
Garden Metaphor Poem
My friends and I are the parts of a garden.
Daniel is the flax, tall and strong, overpowering the rest of us in height.
Shaun is the unique shaped rocks, holding the delicate, walkway features of the garden.
Mitchell is the bushes, short but round, also willing to amuse a crowd.
Jazz is the Rata tree, with bright, rosy red flowers, all joined together gracefully.
Temaria is the rose bush, prickly, tall and crowded with thorns.
Mackenzie is the Kowhai tree, containing yellow petals and strong branches. So for me, I am the dark brown soil that holds all of us friends together. The bystanders of Dorie School are open-mouthed, gazing at the gardens magnificence.
Dad is the meat, tough on the outside and soft n the inside
Mum is the salad which tastes quite sweet
Jazz is the chips, nice and goes quickly
Poppy is the dessert that comes in all different flavours
Luke is the drink, grand and tastes divine and
I'm the sauce that makes it all come together
My family lives in the ocean
Dads the rocks, big and strong that
keeps us safe in any storm.
Mums the sand that shines beautifully
in the sunlight.
Trents the corals that sway gently in the
current, fresh and free.
Summers the fish that swims joyfully
through the ripples, safe but so delicate.
I’m the water, beautiful and bright that
brings happiness everyday.
Life is a bunch of flowers:
Love is the pleasant smell of the freshly picked flowers,
Not always noticeable but always there
Happiness is the tight ribbon that holds life together,
Stable and strong
Hate is the brutal thorns on the vibrant rose,
Master of disguise that leaves you scared
Success is the blooming of the flowers,
It takes every chance, every opportunity to grow
Emotions are the different colours of the flowers,
Scattered through out the bunch
By Chaedis Tamakaha
My family is a group of wonderful flowers:
Mum is the Daisy, always happy and calm.
Dad is the Rose, Fierce and strong with his sharp thorns.
My sister is the Daffodil, she glows bright at the sun every morning.
And I’m the gardener, I use my humour everyday to keep them happy and fresh.
By: John Rey
My family garden
My family is a garden of fruit in the summer morning.
Dad is the grape the greatest one of all.
Mum is the soil that holds us together.
My brother is the lemon the sourest of all.
Sweet and small I’m am the apricot.
By Sarah Wilcox
Box of Chocolates
Life is a box of chocolates
You never know what’s next
You have to unwrap them to find out what’s inside
Sometimes they’re bumps
Sometimes they’re smooth
Sometimes they’re sweet
Sometimes they’re sour
Then theres the ones that are just a delight
When they heat up they melt down
Your chocolate is every where
But then it gets all pulled back together
And then its unbreakable
Cause life is a box of chocolates
By Jake Jackways
My family is a motor bike
My family is a motor bike:
Dad is the exhaust that keeps the gas flowing
My sisters are the wheels one at the front and one at the back
Mum is the handle bars so she can steer the family in the right direction
And I am the motor to keep the family running well.
My Family is a Pair of Jeans
My family is a pair of jeans
My Dad: The leather belt, with the polished brass buckle. Thick and strong but will crack at any moment
My Mum: The neat and tidy stitches hold us together
Hamish: The deep pockets, stashing and stowing himself from time to time
Brianna: The slender knee patches, with tufts of string waiting to be brushed
Liam: The array of grass stains, dirty on the knee patches, appearing every time they are tended to
And I am the needle and thread, who pulls us together as a loveable and fortunate family
My family tree
Mum is the grass that makes us grow
Paul is the wind and the sun that helps us be strong, Grandma is the bark that keeps us warm,
Ollie is the tree of rugby somehow is always looking over the stadium,
Emily is the tree that gives people in the mall shelter,
Grace is the wind always howling along,
Sarah is the cute bulldozer that is always being destructive Then there is me the leaf that will one day have to leave the tree.
My family is a nail polish kit:
Mum is the file that keeps us in shape.
Charlotte is the nail polish of colours.
I am the cotton bud that dabs and dots.
Hamish is the remover, messy and smelly.
Liam is the nail pen wiry and fiddley and
Dad is the top coat protecting our family.
The Hobbits reading group read an article in a school journal about games and toys Maori used in pre-European times. We learnt about something called a karetao. Karetao were Maori puppets that were used to enhance and embellish the performance and delivery of oral stories. We thought these were cool, so made our own and produced imovies of Maori myths, using the karetao as characters.
Wizards Reading Group
Dorie School's umbrella value for terms one and two is Pride in Our Teamwork. As part of oral language, we have been looking at what makes a great team. We have made some iMovies to show what these values mean to us.
With the 100th anniversary of the ANZAC campaign at Gallipoli, we have been looking at what it means to us. We studied the terrain, listened to warfare soundtracks and thought about what it would have been like for the soldiers and nurses of WW1. We will add some of our writing soon.
We had local artist Amanda van Vliet come out to talk about different techniques and we created some artworks.
Every second Wednesday the year 7/8s travel to Technology. This week, while they were away, we had to plan, create and evaluate a gown made out of newspaper. This was something Sarah had been hoping we would do for a long time. We had a ball - and practised some cooperation skills too.
As part of our 'We Are Toroa' unit, we have been doing some cross-stitch. The design is based on 'The Tears Of The Albatross' tukutuku pattern. Doing this was really challenging for some of us, but we persevered and got there in the end. We are proud of our efforts.
In the first few weeks of school, Toroa went on camp to Dunedin. We are learning to appreciate the land we live in and how lucky we are to live in such a beautiful country. We visited all sorts of places including Steam Punk, we dissected a squid at the Marine Lab, had an art lesson at the Dunedin Art Gallery (including a luck-timed visit from some Chinese lions) and had a swim at the pool. As part of our belonging unit on 'We Are Toroa,' we also visited the Royal Albatross Colony and learnt a lot about these majestic birds. If you would like to see more photos of our camp check them out in the Galleries tab.
Toroa has written a class poem about camp.
The beautiful, colourful infinity portal at Steam Punk
Cutting up the squid with scissors
Popping the eye of the squid
The violet squirt of thick, red goo
The stickiness of the anenomes
The starfish moving across my fingers
My clothes smelling like squid
The instant chatter of the nearby room
Looking down into the echoing chasm
Staring down at the foaming waves, rushing against the rocks at Lover’s Leap
Looking out to the deep blue horizon, topped with white caps
Being frightened at the top of the hydroslide
Flying down the fast hydroslide
When we saw Jack
The cool spray of the waterfall, resting on my face
The butterflies swooping around me
Trying to get a butterfly to land on me
The ping and buzz of air hockey
The huge disappearing gun
Silently watching the giant albatross resting on its wide-eyed chick
The gasp as the royal Toroa flew overhead
Pegging Mr Veix and having him walk around town
The dazzling birds we drew
The dancing lions
When it took Mr V three times to get up on the whale, but he made it
My dad was like an alien
When we climbed the steepest street
Everyone with smiles on their faces
… I remember