As blue as the ocean !

$200 IV drips and a pet axoltl?!

My pepeha

Where in the world am I?

The first photo is at a small South Pacific island in the northwest of Tahiti in French Polynesia. Surrounded by small islets and a turquoise lagoon protected by a coral reef and is known for its scuba diving.There are also  luxury resort destination where some bungalows are sitting over the water on stilts. At the center is Mt. Otemanu, a 727m dormant volcano.

Real or fake?

Due to all pollution climate change is ready in action, with Summer on its way Lemons are melting and Lemonades are out. 

Can you tell if these two pictures are fake??

Is Seeing Believing?

Values of a good family

Being a part of an adventurous devoted and affectionate family helps brighten and maintain a healthy relationship with each other.

A families loyalty helps show firm and constant support with one another. This encourages an endless bond built within each other. An example of loyalty, is a person who stands by her friends side regardless of the bad and good times you've been through. Trustworthy is being able to be relied on as honest or truthful. Someone that is trustworthy deserves your trust and keeps their word.

Good families are an incorporatation of love and respect. Respect is a way of treating or thinking about another person. People respect others who are impressive such as being in authority. You show respect by being polite and kind and respecting other people's values. Respect shows a feeling of admiration for each other or showing something earned by their abilities, qualities and achievements. Family members feel loved and secure, love helps kids and parents gain trust with one another. Family love is a special love that comes with its unique feelings, behaviors, challenges and rewards. It is important to love because it gives people something to do, to hope for, to believe in and makes life worth living.

Family members sacrifice a lot of things to have the best for their siblings, cousins, children, aunts and uncles. Parents sacrifice time and sleep to take care of their families while kids may sacrifice their game time to hang out with their parents. Honesty helps to build trust, improve relationships and develop societies. Honesty is really important to live freely, happy and successful in life.

Being a family means you are part of something wonderful. Family are the people in your life who want you in theirs, the ones who accept you for who you are, love you no matter what and would do anything to see you smile. Your family is not an important thing, it's everything. There's no other love like the love you receive from your family, and finding people like them are hard to find so never take them for granted and appreciate them.

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Treasure box

I woke up to the foul smell of burnt firewood. Miniature pieces of paper gently float across the town in the waves of the breeze. Frightened children hid behind buildings as soldiers march from one end to another. Buildings crumble one by one.

I cuddle beside my father, hoping that my mother is safe. I tighten my grip as soldiers ordered us out of our houses. Dad scurried into his closet and presents the old iron box that used to hold my mothers jewellery. Inside he placed his book, a book that he borrowed from the library before it crumbled and shattered into pieces of dust. I quickly examine the box and hold it towards my chest. I feel my father's presence brush up against my shoulder as his cold firm hands land on my shoulders, I gaze up at him as water builds up in my pupils, "keep this box safe as it holds the book of our people" dad.

The moon shines bright through the clouds of grey, my father has fallen ill. Our house has collapsed so we were now temporarily staying in an old damp shed. I sat beside him as a dry cough escaped his throat and his nose turns a dark red. I don't want to lose him. A wind of dust brush past us as I slide into his arms and lay my head on his shoulder as waterfalls run down my face. The room feels gloomy. My heart slowly breaks.  Dad runs his stone cold fingers through my hair as he whispers "I love you". I'm feeling emotionally melancholy watching my father fall deeply into a place where I won't be able to see him, ever again.

As the sun rose, my spirit settled. My knees weaken as I stumble to the ground gazing at 6 older men lower my father into the hole. A stream of tears run down my cheek as my grip on the iron box loosens. I struggle to get back on my legs, constantly wiping my tears as I said my final goodbye.

We are leaving today, I have no choice but to leave this cruel war. Before we started our journey, an arrogant man raised his right eyebrow at me and told me to leave the "stupid" box behind. Instead I left my suitcase as the box to me was more precious!

My legs struggled to move as they sink into the deep white snow. My fingers ache and feel numb, the iron box is super heavy! We finally reached our new village, it doesn't seem the same. I trudge into a room filled with innocent, tired villagers. Although there are a lot of people around me, I still feel lonely.
The iron box is too heavy to carry, I need to think about what I should do with it. I come across a beautiful ancient linden tree, and buried the box safely. Where it could not be stolen or bombed.

A few years later, I have grown into an independent older man. I decided to find the treasure. I see a beautiful joyful young girl picking red and orange leaves from the tree. I gently invite her over to help me dig up the treasure. I'm sure she was hoping for Gold or Silver, but instead we find a book that holds our history, with mouldy torn pages and covered in dust. I read her 3 pages before the little girl had to leave for her curfew. I cleaned off the leftover dust and carefully put it safely into my black duffel bag making sure that no pages fell out and it wasn't contaminated with my afternoon lunch.

It was finally safe to return, so I journeyed through the streets with the sun shining brighter than the stars. I wandered through the beautiful new renovated buildings and entered the new library. It looked so fancy that I forgot what the old library looked like, the fresh lavender scented air filled my lungs as gracious librarians welcome me. Bright colors fill the room as I walk towards the big yellow sign stating 'History.' I carefully place the book on the middle shelf were both big and small could reach. It wasn't the most attractive but it stood out. I walked away and turned around to take another glance.

Lets go nude!

Kauri dieback produces 3 different types of spores!

This is a replica of a diagram we have seen in our journals showing us the cycle of a disease called Kauri Dieback

Meningococcal B can kill!

You could die within a period of 24 hours if you aren't aware of this disease!

Meningococcal B Information Report
-Ruby Pouhila

If you are in contact with saliva and aren't immunized with Bexsero you may contract a disease that will kill you within a period of 24 hours. By continuously sharing drinks you may digest a disease that may cause your limbs to get amputated. Without your awareness you may be infected with this disease, read this information report if you would like to expand your lifespan and help you prevent this disease.

Meningococcal B is the disease. It is an uncommon but very serious infection caused by the bacteria Neisseria. A person with meningococcal disease can develop inflammation of the membrane around the brain, septicaemia or pneumonia. It strikes and progresses quickly usually without warning.

The symptoms usually start out with a high temperature and a stiff neck. The patient may not like bright lights and will start vomiting. They will feel sleepy and sometimes see red or purple spots or bruises on the skin. There are additional symptoms in babies including cold hands and feet or shivering. They may be floppy or harder to awaken. They could refuse to eat and start crying unusually. There are additional symptoms for adults and older children like headaches and confusion to learning. The patient may have aching muscles and have pain in their joints.

Certain people are at increased risk for meningococcal. Babies and children under 5 are at most risk of getting meningococcal B compared to people in other age groups. But people of any age can develop this disease.

The bacteria that causes meningococcal disease live within the nose and throat. They can be spread through everyday behaviours including coughing and sneezing without covering their mouths and sharing drinks or eating utensils which passes on your saliva. Living in close quarters give the bacteria a chance to move from one place to another. For example, keeping your toothbrush in one small cup gives the bacteria an advantage to move from one brush to the other. Keeping your toothbrushes separated gives the bacteria a disadvantage to jump from one to another because of distance. Kissing! I bet your behind the screen saying "ew!" and showing your friends but doing this action (kissing) can also spread the bacteria from the back of your throat through this motion.

Bexsero is a vaccine that can help protect against meningococcal B. Bexsero is given by injection and the number of doses needed depends on the age of the person being vaccinated. Bexsero is not currently included on the New Zealand National Immunisation Schedule, so to get immunised you may need to suffer a few financial expenses.

Sacred space 2019

Kia Ora, Malo E Lelei, Kumusta, Bula, Talofa and greetings to you all. A photo down below is our new sacred garden, sitting in between our senior playground and our bottom court. Our sacred garden has 3 stones. Sitting in the middle is a stone with a golden plaque and a picture of a Koru and a Dove. The koru represents growth and new life. The dove represents the spirit of God. The 3 Koru is the trinity representing the relationship of God with Spirit and Christ. On each side are stones. One stone has our school logo and the other with the cross of the Mission Sisters. This area was presented to the staff and students of Saint Patrick school to commemorate the founding of the Congregation of the Sisters of Our Lady of the Missions 150 years ago. We are all blessed to have this new space where we can reflect and pray to God.

Time to say goodbye ...

As we laid on the cold hard floor, dads body heat warmed up my palm. I am worried about dad, I don't want to lose him. A wind of dust brush past us as I cuddle up on dad's side. It feels as if my soul has left my body. The room feels gloomy. My heart is slowly breaking. I'm feeling emotionally melancholy watching my father fall deeply into a place where I wont be able to see him, ever again.

As the sun rose my spirit settled. I fell onto my knees looking down onto my father's grave.  Waterfalls of tears stream down my puffy cheek and landed on my hand as a group of men continuously bury my father. I place my palm over my heart. I feel dejected as my heart shatters and my dad is finally at serenity.

My fingers are cold and swollen, hugging the treasure box and never giving up my grip. I slowly trudge elsewhere. I stroll away knowing that even though my father isn't physically present, he will always be with me in my heart. Now i will keep his spirit alive and make my family proud.

I cant take it anymore..

The waterfalls of tears flood down everyone's faces as they leave everything they've ever worked for. The color of the burning fire wood assault my nose because of the rancid smell. A cloud of smoke hovering above our village as the library crumbles down and shredded pieces of paper float across our hopeless village give me chills as it trembles down my spine. My heart shatters as my home slowly fades away in the distance.

My legs have officially fallen weak. We have reached a new town. The people seemed nice and welcoming… A little too welcoming. There's a bad feeling in my gut telling me to find another town. But where else could i go for the night? There were no more inns available so a group piled up in a small old car park. It's like Mary and Joseph in Bethlehem. The hard cold floor and an oversize coat was all I had for the night. Along with a wet damp haystack.

I opened my eyes in the morning as the golden sun glares onto them. The fresh air fills my lungs as I stand up to find my fellow villagers prepare breakfast on a flat piece of firewood. We gathered around the fire, seeking the warmth as we ate crackers, spam and raspberry jam. It was all we had. It reached noon, the day passed by slowly. We were too anxious about our village to do anything so we all just laid around in grief for our innocent fallen villagers who tried to protect our town. The people in this town are very friendly, but there is still a feeling in my gut. I have a feeling that this town isn't as friendly as it seems to be. But there is no choice. Where else could i go? I guess this is my life for now.

Antibiotic resistance occurring

This is a replica of a diagram we have seen in our journals showing us how antibiotic resistance occurs.

Treasure Box - Drama

This is a piece of writing that came from a book we study for drama. The book is called Treasure Book. This image is a piece of writing that I wrote relating to the book from my (a villagers) perspective. Keep posted for the end of this story.

Stalag Luft III

This is a recreated map of Stalag Luft III with labelled buildings. The lightly shaded strips of red indicate the escape route that the men actually took through the forest. This is a German prisoner of war camp for officer airmen.