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Showing posts with label Tristan. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 February 2019

Interschool Softball

Yesterday was a big day for Leanah, Caylee, Madisyn, Leaaepeni, Tristan, Konzay, Frank, Alamoni and I. We all went to Mount Wellington War Memorial Park with Mr Reid for a softball competition.

We have been preparing for a week and a half. Personally I kept my mind focused on hitting the ball and catching. Our team was a bit different from the rest. The reason being that we didn't use gloves when fielding. Every team we faced were taken by surprise

Our first match was against Te Kura Kaupapa Maori O Puau Te Moananui a Kiwa. The game started at 10. It was a good game to start the day. Each game was 30 minutes long which didn't feel as long as it was.

Overall we played 5 games. My team and I had an amazing time.

Now, I'm aiming for the volleyball team at the end of the term. 

Thursday, 8 November 2018

11/11/18 Armistice Day

This Sunday is Armistice Day. A Day where we celebrate the truce made by Allies of WW1.

 My class decided to commemorate Armistice Day by creating slide-shows fulled of information and pictures from WW1. My group is made up of very skilled people when it comes to slide presentations. With help from Pupuke, Tristan and Tiari we were able to make an outstanding slide presentation about Armistice Day.

Wednesday, 22 August 2018

Double Dutch Jump, Jump! - Skipping Practice

This term we having skipping! My class is working very hard to come up with a routine to preform infront of the whole school and some parents if we're lucky.

My class is divided into 3 groups. Groups of 7-9. My group is made up of really talented students when it comes to skipping such as, Tupouseini, Izabella, Mary, Tiari, Saluselo, Tyron, Tristan, Leaaepeni and of course, me. We have been working very hard to come up with a routine and now we just need to memerise it and fit it in with some music.

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

The Eyes Of A Soldier

Mary-Ruth, Konzay, Tristan and I wrote this poem about what we would see and feel as a soldier. Pretending to be a soldier was scary. You must be wondering why it would be scary, right? Being in war knowing that you're fighting for your country and your family is freaky. Bullets everywhere, exploding bombs and cannons!