Dear Rico,

Hey. Hope you’ve been alright. Thanks for writing to me. You’re right, it is the first time in years since I’ve heard from you. The advice you gave me in your letter really helped me. I still get annoyed when they argue at night though. You know Michael and lisa, right? Our half-siblings, they’re helping me. I’ve been to some shelters and even slept at my friend’s Darren’s house, when dad gets drunk. To be honest, I still feel like I’m on a boat and going around in circles, not gaining anything, only losing what is so cose to me. Wish Grandma was here, she would understand. Rico, I aslo wish you were

It was a sad rainy day today but we were all thrilled and excited for what was yet to come. At 9:30 am we went down to the Due Drop Events Centre in Manukau and waited outside the theatre. To kill the time, my friends and I played a game called “So Makalo”, and most of St Patrick’s students ended up joining in and playing. About 30 minutes later, we went inside the theatre and were shown our seats.  The theatre was massive, it was everything I thought it would look like. It had a big red curtain, with so many seats. Anyways, the show started with a RNZB (Royal New Zealand Ballet) employee explaining the rules and what was going to be performed. There was no photography or filming permitted. There were three pieces of the show, showing examples of Classical Ballet which has been around since the 17th century and Contemporary Ballet, which grew popular in the 1980’s. The performers were very unique and showed the story in their movements and their expressions. It took about an hour until it finished, and we were all stoked about our experience, because for most of us it was our first time in the theatre, especially the little ones. I think they had a great experience. What surprised me is how the dancers could stand on their toes, and I surprisingly learned the difference between Classic and Contemporary ballet. I never knew what Contemporary Ballet was, which also surprised me. Anyways, I had a great time, learning about ballet and having fun.

 

 

 

 

 

The Sacrament of Marriage is a vocation/commitment that one makes, devoting their life and their love to their spouse to serve them, care for them. One the things we learned about is the cycle of Marriage, and we were tasked with creating an example of a Marriage cycle.

The Body of Christ is our Family and friends coming together as one people and worshipping God.

I wrote this poem to celebrate Matariki

Church to me is a Communion of Saints gathered together as one people.

The Saints is important to the church because they have inspired people to carry on the work of Jesus inside and outside the church community.

Here is a visual example I have created of a Communion of Saints:

Walking down the alley, I find myself rummaging through the bin for food. My weak, wrinkled hands scrape against the metal of the bin. I find orange peels, apple cores and a half eaten muffin. I struggle to swallow the muffin, but force it down my throat. I sigh. Another day, another struggle. I wait outside the shop. Hours pass. I chech the time inside the shop. The clock reads 3:00pm. I keep waiting. I look at thetime again. My eyes squinting at the clock, it reads 6:00pm. I walk around town. At that moment, I stumble across a large, white fountain. I scoured my pockets of my ripped pants. I find a coin and kiss it. I walk over to the fountain, my feet aching as I step on cobblestones. I don’t care. I close my eyes as I reach the fountain and toss the coin in the gleaming water. The coin plops as it sinks to the bottom. I stay there for a moment, saying a little prayer to myself. I walk back to where I stay when I hear a familiar voice. Looking back, I spot my friend. We hug each other and have a little conversation. I tell him how I am struggling. He was upset. He asked me how I would feel if I came and lived with him I said “it’s ok, I’m alright”. He insisted. I couldn’t believe it. My eyes filled with tears and I felt joy. That was when I remembered my wish for a better life.

Iorana Monsieur Jacques Chirac,

 

My name is Teva Gabilou

I come from the island of Moorea

I hope this letter finds you well.

I write to ask you whether you could stop testing nuclear bombs at Mururoa Atoll. I know it is an uninhabited island, but I think you are unaware that when you are testing your H-Bombs, the wind carries the radiation across to the other islands which affects te mau taata no te fenua iho, our men and women, especially te mau tarii, our children. The children, who were swimming in radiated waters, developed mainly skin and thyroid issues. We can’t have safe or clean drinking water when you are testing nuclear bombs. 

Please consider this and I hope you do something about your Nuclear bombing.

 

Sincerely,

Teva Gabilou

 

The sky looks very clear, the birds fighting over a piece of bread,

Seagulls squawking and flying around,

Hearing the crashes of the waves,

The splashes of the waves are nice to the ear.

 

Police Sirens.

Scared because I’m in a wooden boat,

The smoke spreading around our area.

Rocking yacht makes an attentive moan.

 

People of our country protesting.

The screams of the people

“You have no right to do this”

furious, I can’t believe this is happening.