Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Our Taonga Inquiry

Over the last few weeks we have been learning about our families histories. By interviewing our parents we have been able to discover where we come from and in many cases why our families chose NZ to start their new lives. Here is just a few things we have learnt about ourselves and each other... 

"Michael's great - grandmother was born in 1916 and is 100 years old" Sahar

"Maarya's family left Fiji because of the coup. As the army had taken over the government" Hemish

"If Samarah's parents hadn't immigrated she would still be living in Fiji, but they came here because of the coup and to have a better life" Amelia

"Hemish's parents came to NZ to get away from the crime, pollution and corruption in India" Maarya

"Amelia's parents came for a better lifestyle and to enjoy and take part in a new culture" Samarah

"Sameera's parents were married in the Halsey Drive school hall" Gabrielle

"In Pakistan, if you were a certain type of muslim you would be in danger" Nuha

"Sebastian was a baby model whose picture was printed in a magazine" Ilsa

"The whole island of Niue has wifi" Brianna

"We are all first generation Kiwis, whose 
parents immigrated to NZ for better education, lifestyle, culture and safety. This means we have been able to live better lives and in the future we will benefit from higher education and opportunities we wouldn't have had before." Samarah, Chantelle, Hemish,     Maarya, Viraj, Amelia, Dev.

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

WALT use descriptive language

This week we wrote analogy's to describe a taonga that we treasure. We turned our objects into people and gave them actions, thoughts and feelings. 
Here are a couple of examples from our writing:

My Taonga
Our taonga is our guardian. He travels everywhere with us. By Plane, boat, train or car, he is always there. Our Taonga has freedom to roam the house and sleep anywhere he pleases. He enjoys causing mischief and hiding in the early mornings so when we come out for breakfast it’s like a game of ‘where’s wally’. We have to look high and low to find him and maybe left to right but it is not that hard in fact it’s quite alright. As a young teddy bear he has always taken pleasure in being told stories about bubbly, red  dragons and friendly, scaly crocodiles. Apparently he also enjoys listening to the noisy radio, to find out the hottest song. But he may need a warm shower and maybe some detergent but according to my brother he smells good the way he is. He is always wears a radiant smile my mom says we should act more like him  (she says he acts more human than we do).

WOW! Fantastic work Chantelle, your taonga sounds like a delightful character. Great use of personification and a variety of interesting adjectives and sentence starters! Kai Pai!

Bunny Cloth
Giggle, giggle,giggle! Laughs my tiny bunny cloth whenever I tickle it. My uncle kindly gave it to me when I was a little baby. It’s fluffy grey ears wiggle with delight. It hides in an old brown draw playing hide and seek forever and ever.  When it was first given to me I said “Nana”. From then on I always called it Nana.  It hops all the time like it was looking for carrots.  I guess it does have a few stains of baby carrot food. He is a feather, so light that I could throw it up and down when I wasn’t even one. His floppy arms flap around like it is trying to fly. Nana’s delicate legs crash around like a toddler. Soft, sloppy and sticky he will always be one of my best friends.

My trustworthy and loyal friend hugs me whenever I was sad and when I was going to sleep. It’s old faded stomach rumbles every freezing cold night. His huge eyes stare into mine with kindness. It’s beautiful smile lights up the whole entire day. When I can’t sleep it sings me a pretty lullaby. It is a guardian and a protector of all my dreams and memories. It smelt like sweet banana split on a gorgeous summer day. We always used to play in my favourite spot which I called the “Daisy around tree” in the neighbours garden.  He danced and picked pure white daisies with bright yellow centers trying and trying to make a daisy chain. I washed him in the bathroom basin with soaps and shampoos not knowing which one was which. His fur was soaked  and I couldn’t sleep with him that night. Tears had pricked my eyes like thorns and did somersaults down my cheek. Nana was so special to me, I wish I still had him.

Fantastic descriptive writing Sameera, he sounds like a wonderful treasure. I like the way you have used such a variety of language features and openers, Great job!