Sweat ran down my determined face as I attempted to make a run for the building across the street with my dad. My breathing was louder than the screams and anguished voices that filled the hot, violent air of the city. My spindly legs dragged across the rubble – strewn road. I finally made it across to the building, and breathed a sigh of relief. I could spot the boat a few blocks away. All of a sudden the crack of a bomb startles me. A house about a hundred metres away exploded open, bricks flying everywhere. My head ducked down without hesitation. 

A strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. “Run to the boat, and don’t look back,” the person said. I quickly recognise my dad’s calm and collected voice. He nods, and I’m off. My heart is thumping. My eyes make out a boat, the people on board waiting for us. A hand on the boat grabs me and pulls me up as the ramp is closing up. Another hand grabs my dad and pulls him up. I stand on the deck panting hard, glad I have finally made it. The clear, blue water gleamed and the hot, tropical sun seemed to linger on forever.

The warm, sunny afternoon suddenly turned into a rainy, gloomy evening. Torches shone around the cramped boat that could barely fit us all. Cries of distress camouflaged with the weather of the night.

I cuddled up to my dad and he put his warm arm around me. I slowly dozed off to sleep, opening my eyes again to a hot bright morning. I was looking at a big city with big, imposing buildings. We reached our final destination. 

My dad led me under a building and told me he will be taking me somewhere. I felt very excited as we walked under the hot sun that burned my skin but I started to feel uneasy about what my dad told me. We kept walking through the dark night, and then the rain came pouring down. My dad brought out his yellow umbrella that was like a forcefield from the rain. 

I saw a big brick house, and it wasn’t until I read the name, ‘Ms. Ellen’s Home for Children’ did I start to worry. I walked up the steps carefully and my dad stood in front of me, looking sad. He gave me a kiss, walked to the steps and he gave me a look I will never forget. It was a look of guilt and regret. Then he left. I felt sadder than I would ever be again.

I have created an emrgency alert in my reading to inform Aucklanders about an earthquake that occured just of the coast of Auckland. I got straight to the point and still used a lot of information. Here is what I created:

This week we learned about a Maori Pilot named Johnny Pohe who was captured and taken to a POW (Prisoner Of War) Camp. He managed to escape but was captured and was executed along with another New Zealand Pilot, Arnold Christensen. We recreated a diagram of the camp he was in, Stalag Luft III. Stalag Luft II was a famous POW camp in Żagań, Poland. Here is my Diagram:

For our reading this week my reading group and I have worked on and completed a full diagram of how our Immune System works when it spots a pathogen (virus) and eliminates the pathogen. Here is my diagram that I created digitally:

I am the Bread of Life…

Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”

– John 6:35

This year we have worked on our My Why Poem. This poem is about our life in a few sentences. Here is my poem:

For reading this term, I have been working on writing the meaning of misinformation, malinformation and disinformation. This is a table I have created to show this:

To celebrate the Passion of our Lord journeying to his death, my class and I participated in a depiction of the Stations of the Cross. I played Simon of Cyrene, a man who was randomly chosen to help Jesus carry his heavy cross. 

I felt like I was there when Jesus trembled, fell, struck and whipped. Jesus was nailed to the cross on Golgotha, giving up his life for billions of people around the world. After all 14 stations, I sang a beautiful song called “Were you there when they crucified my Lord”. It was a very sad moment witnessing the death of Jesus, but knowing that in 3 days, he would rise again.