In literacy, we each chose a book to read, and I chose Dracula. Each week everyone in the Dracula group has a meeting, and we talk about what has happened in the book or questions we have.
I've already finished the book, and the ending was a happy one. Mina survived the Count's bite and her and her husband had a baby named after the late Arthur.
If I could change one thing about the book I would probably switch Mina and Lucy's hair colour. Now, you might be asking: why do something that silly? Well, I just think the fact that Lucy is just the 'sit there and look pretty' one and she's blonde, and Mina is meant to be the smart one but not so pretty, I feel like it kind of stereotypes people that are blonde. Maybe it's just me because I am blonde, but either way feel free to comment your thoughts, or possibly debate with me!😁
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Monday, June 22, 2020
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Passionate Pictorial
Tinted glass shining
Bursts of colour seeping through
Mending your courage
Hints on a Utopia
That isn’t actually there.
This is a Tanka poem. Much like the Haiku, although the syllable pattern goes like this: 5,7,5,7,7
another form of poetry from Japan, and still annoying to write, because sometimes you just want to forget the number of syllables you need!
Botanical Similarities
Slowly flourishing into beautiful plants
They’ll thrive if you care for them
But dwindle if you don’t.
They are much like humans, aren't they?
This Poem is called a Quatrain. It's quite simple, all it is is just 4 lines in a stanza, and it can rhyme if you want, or it could not. These can be put in longer poems or they can stand alone. You really have a lot of choice with this type of poetry. I have to admit, I didn't notice the challenge for this one, so Sharon, if you notice it doesn't rhyme at all, let alone follow the ABAB rhyme scheme you suggested, well, at least know you know why!
Inferno
Heat-dancer
Log-eater
Natural-devastator
Eye-hypnotiser
Roaring-colour
Wispy-danger
Fire
This is a Kenning poem, they were used in Old English and Old Norse poetry. These poems are really just made up of metaphors instead of a simple noun. I found this one really hard actually, as I couldn't think of any words to use.
Lightville
A broken lightbulb, a Christmas carol
A happy town, a blaring bell
Prancing in the snow, merry Christmas! They yell.
A bored little girl, sitting on the steps
Of her once exiting home, how a blown bulb intercepts!
She shakes the thing, with curious wonder
Why this complex gadget, it makes such a blunder!
“A broken lightbulb, a Christmas carol!”
She exclaims as she listens to the rousing tale.
This is a Chain verse poem. It is made up of stanzas which have the same line in somewhere in another stanza, linking them together. I chose: a broken lightbulb, a Christmas carol, to be in both of my stanzas.
P.S this is my favourite poem I've created!
The idea came about when my own lightbulb had blown in my bedroom, and after my mum had taken it out, I was shaking it near my ear, when I heard the wonderous sound! I ran up to my mum, saying "listen!" She said that's what broken lightbulbs sound like, it's weird isn't it?
It sounds like Christmas! I shouted down the hallway. And that's when it came to me, "I must write a poem about it!"
Sophie
Sophie
Funny, caring
Enlightening, moody (sometimes)
Laughing, surfing, chatting
Amazing person, splendid girl
Daydreaming, lazing, freewheeling
Supporting, loving
Everyone else
This is a Diamante poem. which literally means what it sounds like, it's a diamond! below is the framework I followed for this poem, and shoutout to Sophie because this is about her! (If you couldn't already tell.) There was a challenge to make the first and last words different, so I made it Sophie and everyone else because she is different from all.
Friday, June 19, 2020
Frida Kahlo
Frida
Resilient, inspirational, and exotic
Daughter of Matilde and Guillermo
Who loved Diego Rivera, painting, and her pets
Trauma, love, and heartbreak
Being forgotten after her death, not being able to walk again, and the disease she had when she was young
Who received the National Prize Of Arts And Sciences, for her painting, Moses
Coyoacán, Mexico city
Kahlo
This is a bio poem about Frida Kahlo. Often they are about people that you know or people you admire. This is the format I followed for my poem:
Solar Sky
This is a concrete poem.
As you can see it is arranged in a certain shape to match the poem. This is one of the easiest poems I've done, and plus it is fun because you can add drawings!
Thursday, June 18, 2020
Alienus, Quintilla Poem
A flashing radiance, a vivid neon glow
A floating emptiness, a lonely soul
A desolate creature, hovering through the inky below
A mortal being, scouting the depths, on patrol
They were gliding through the sea 500 million years ago.
This poem is a Quintilla. Which means there is a certain rhyme scheme for the verse. This one was:
A, B, A, B, A.
What is a rhyme scheme?
Every last letter in a line has it's own letter. The first one: Glow, is automatically A, because it is first. If the second line ends with a word that rhymes with glow (or the first one word), it is also A. Get where I'm going? If it doesn't, then it is labeled B.
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Astrum
Astrum
We are gone by dark
The night sky is blanketed in an array of dazzling flames
We long the feeling of light on our skin
Though the earth has not finished its turn on the carousel of science.
This is a free verse poem, which basically means it doesn't rhyme or anything. It's a free poem!
We are gone by dark
The night sky is blanketed in an array of dazzling flames
We long the feeling of light on our skin
Though the earth has not finished its turn on the carousel of science.
This is a free verse poem, which basically means it doesn't rhyme or anything. It's a free poem!
We Sit
We sit
Frozen in time
We sit
Oblivious to our surroundings
We sit
Kidnapped by inaction
We sit
Engulfed in ourselves
We sit
While people perish
We sit.
This is an envelope poem, which means the first and last line is the same.
I came up with this at home, and I couldn't stop thinking about it!
This is an envelope poem, which means the first and last line is the same.
I came up with this at home, and I couldn't stop thinking about it!
Friday, June 12, 2020
Maths, 12.6.20
MATHS
Today In maths we did a worksheet on comparing fractions.
Here's an example of one of the questions: 4/5 ___ 6/9
so since the denominators are different, we have to multiply them by each other to get another set of numbers. By doing this, the denominators should be the same. so that equation would be:
36/45 ___ 30/45
now all we have to do is compare the numerators, so it would turn into this: 36/45 > 30/45
because 36 is bigger than 30.
I found this sheet quite easy, but what I find annoying is that we have to show all the workings on how we did it. (Even though I know it is SUPER important for high school, otherwise we will get marked wrong! 😬)
I was pretty relieved that I got all my answers right, because now I know for sure that I get the concept.
Next week I think we are doing ratios, so I'm glad I know my fractions!
Monday, June 8, 2020
The Bike Back To Camp! P.S this is very late!
On Thursday the 5th of March Tangaroa and the year 7 and 8's from Haumaitiketike either walked or biked out to Spencer park. I biked, and the way there was not easy, but it was much more enjoyable than the ride back.
I think the reason why the bike from our camp seemed so hard was well, you can probably guess, a late night, playing on the giant bouncy pillow, doing jumps on our bikes and running around taking photos all morning. It wasn't bad at all at the start, but as we were nearing to the end, it got a whole lot worse.
There were only two injures that I knew of from the way back, which was good and bad at the same time. Good because There weren't many, and bad because, well, two people got hurt. For some reason the weather seemed much hotter than the day before, even though I'm pretty sure it was the same temperature. as we were biking down Marine Parade, It was so hard because I knew I was so close, but I was really close to giving up. the sun was unbearable, my face felt like it was about to explode, in fact, my whole body felt like it was going to explode. my limbs were throbbing my head spinning and...
I was back at school lying down in the cool grass next to my bike.
Sorry this is late, I went to camp months ago!! 😄
Friday, June 5, 2020
Autumn Solis
Glassy reflections.
Golden leaves soaking up colour.
Rays of silent joy.
This is a Haiku poem, which means each stanza (line) has a certain number of syllables. In this case, the first stanza has 5 syllables, the second has 7 and the last one has 5 again.
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