{"id":5276,"date":"2016-11-08T09:07:00","date_gmt":"2016-11-07T21:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beckenham.school.nz\/?guid=0bd887a101583159d46b3c1ffcd6e076"},"modified":"2016-11-08T09:07:37","modified_gmt":"2016-11-07T21:07:37","slug":"kauri-whanau-term-4-week-5-update","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beckenham.school.nz\/index.php\/kauri\/kauri-whanau-term-4-week-5-update\/5276","title":{"rendered":"Kauri Whanau: Term 4 Week 5 Update"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; border: 0px; font-family: &quot;open sans&quot;, &quot;vegur light&quot;, vl, vlmacrons, &quot;arial narrow&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; margin: 0pt 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial;\">Our week deviates from the normal programme this week. On Wednesday, over a third of our hub will be at Hansens Park for zone athletic sports. Sport buses depart from Eastern Tce at 8:45. Children not taking part in the zones will head to Champion Street at the usual time. We are off to Rapaki Marae on Thursday, see below. Friday is Show Day.&nbsp;<\/span><\/div><div style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; border: 0px; font-family: &quot;open sans&quot;, &quot;vegur light&quot;, vl, vlmacrons, &quot;arial narrow&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; margin: 0pt 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><h3><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\">Trip to Rapaki Marae this Thursday:<\/span><\/h3><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\">This year one of our strategic goals was that every child from Year 5 to 8 should visit a marae. We are looking forward to our visit to Rapaki Marae on Thursday this week. Sherrilee and Manaia Cunningham will be joining us for the day.&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\">The cost of the trip is $7.50. This amount will be added to your school account.<\/span><br \/><div style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; border: 0px; font-family: &quot;open sans&quot;, &quot;vegur light&quot;, vl, vlmacrons, &quot;arial narrow&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; margin: 0pt 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><div style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; border: 0px; line-height: 1.38; margin: 0pt 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent;\">Children are to arrive at Beckenham by 8:50 and meet in the school hall.&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"background-color: transparent;\">We will travel to Rapaki by bus and be dropped off at the top of the road. We will walk down and be formally welcomed onto the marae. After the powhiri we will have morning tea and then be taken on a tour of the wharenui where we will learn the history of the marae.&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"background-color: transparent;\">After lunch, buses will head back to Beckenham at 1:30pm, in time for assembly.<\/span><\/span><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" id=\"docs-internal-guid-9dbc7a55-d0e9-3eff-064f-873dda83ded5\" style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; border: 0px; line-height: 1.38; margin: 0pt 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><div style=\"font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;\"><br style=\"font-size: 16px;\" \/><\/div><div style=\"font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;\">Children are to wear school uniform. Girls need to wear track pants or culottes, not short shorts. All children need a backpack with sunhat, lunch, water bottle, sunscreen and their school jacket.<\/div><\/span><h3><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/h3><h3><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\">Big Day Out:<\/span><\/span><\/h3><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><div style=\"font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent;\">We had a great day in town last Thursday. At Quake City we looked at Civil Defence activity immediately after Feb 22nd, the physical impacts of the earthquake and quake-proof building techniques.<\/span><\/div><div style=\"font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><\/span><\/span><\/div><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-ma0EZhr8xqY\/WCDhdwbmi8I\/AAAAAAAAIRA\/DN10D9QW0I4CFj4usQpzm0OZfC37qJEwQCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8169.JPG\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-ma0EZhr8xqY\/WCDhdwbmi8I\/AAAAAAAAIRA\/DN10D9QW0I4CFj4usQpzm0OZfC37qJEwQCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8169.JPG\" width=\"320\" \/><\/span><\/a><\/div><br \/><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\">In the gardens we searched for clues to complete a scavenger hunt and enjoyed the park environment.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-VozDEdtlB7s\/WCDhd4N76vI\/AAAAAAAAIQ4\/mWj5liTtco8U9cgZlZZkgSyhcTdFRNIygCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8188.JPG\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-VozDEdtlB7s\/WCDhd4N76vI\/AAAAAAAAIQ4\/mWj5liTtco8U9cgZlZZkgSyhcTdFRNIygCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8188.JPG\" width=\"320\" \/><\/span><\/a><\/div><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\">'Art in the palm of your hand' was a very engaging exhibition. We started by looking at examples of medals in the museum, before visiting the exhibition where our preconceptions of what a medal was were thrown wide open. Finally we had the opportunity to create our own artistic medals. These are drying at school, before we paint, ink and polish them. &nbsp;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-_pgNmrB-oFk\/WCDh2nVsg2I\/AAAAAAAAIRI\/wGsVS4Uhd4QkpX3jUsDtl8fjkEQvy4CggCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8185.JPG\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-_pgNmrB-oFk\/WCDh2nVsg2I\/AAAAAAAAIRI\/wGsVS4Uhd4QkpX3jUsDtl8fjkEQvy4CggCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8185.JPG\" width=\"240\" \/><\/span><\/a><\/div><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><div style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; border: 0px; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; margin: 0pt 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\">A huge thanks to Mike, Amanda, Robbie, Katherine, Tanya and Huriana who helped out on the day.&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/div><div style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; border: 0px; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; margin: 0pt 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/div><div style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; border: 0px; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; margin: 0pt 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><\/div><h3><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\">Sports day:&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/h3><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\">It was great to see so many parents at Beckenham Park last week for our athletics day. The children ran, jumped and threw with determination and enthusiasm. On Thursday champions in each age group will receive their medals at assembly (2:15 start). Best of luck to all who are competing at zones tomorrow.<\/span><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><br \/><\/span><\/span><br \/><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-dKDwe0wXhLU\/WCDoWcBJa6I\/AAAAAAAAIRY\/eHXtKJiq4FYFe7c4HKdTEFFk2WkDTsD7wCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8133.JPG\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><img border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-dKDwe0wXhLU\/WCDoWcBJa6I\/AAAAAAAAIRY\/eHXtKJiq4FYFe7c4HKdTEFFk2WkDTsD7wCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8133.JPG\" width=\"320\" \/><\/span><\/a><\/div><br \/><span style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px;\">Passion Friday continues to be a weekly highlight. Below are our fibre-craft group, proudly displaying their felted pictures.<\/span><br \/><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-VM4pdCgb5qU\/WCDhe7XoYPI\/AAAAAAAAIRE\/u1JzlBvZQHM0lQeM64V-HJwWQCBhvoVbgCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8213.JPG\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;\"><img border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-VM4pdCgb5qU\/WCDhe7XoYPI\/AAAAAAAAIRE\/u1JzlBvZQHM0lQeM64V-HJwWQCBhvoVbgCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8213.JPG\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/div><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><br \/><\/div><h3 style=\"clear: both; text-align: left;\">Tale with a twist:<\/h3><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: left;\">Since the start of term we have been writing tales with twists in our hub. We were focusing on using a variety of sentence types, including complex and short sentences for effect, &nbsp;and varying our sentence starters. Here is Isla's tale ...<\/div><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: left;\"><br \/><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">As the car swings profusely around the corner, I can\u2019t believe what's before me. My eyes blink rapidly, trying to adjust to this crazy misconception. Why is this here? Who in the world did this? This can\u2019t be right. It simply can\u2019t. Very confused, I pull over to take a closer look. <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">It was the summer holidays. I had decided to take my new car for a spin. Fresh from University I was excited to get away from everything and just relax alone for a bit. It had been a stressful few years and I\u2019m very glad they are over. I had chucked a bag of chips in the back (for emergencies of course) and packed a small bag of clothes and other junk Mum insisted I put in there, then I was ready to go. <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">My car sliding along the smooth concrete road, I gaze out my window at the shining sun ahead of me. The luscious lime green grass blankets the bare, chalky dirt in a unconditional green casing. As the last of the afternoon rays of sun disappear, a bright mustard sun sets ahead of me. Birds sit in the unlimited chain of tall, oak trees, chirping away. The rattle of my tyres driving over small, crunchy stones calms me and makes me want to fall asleep, but I am close to my hotel, so I keep driving, despite my droopy, tired eyelids blanketing my emerald eyes. Turning the corner quickly, I spot something that shocks me.<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">Pulling over to inspect this mystery further, I yank my cellphone out of my back pocket. In my entire 18 years of life I've never seen anything like this before. It is heart stopping and blood curdling. Sitting on the dark maroon mailbox is \u2018ISLA\u2019 written in bold, cream lettering. Just behind the mailbox sits a small, light yellow house. A large, dull oak tree sits right out the front, working like a giant sun umbrella, giving shade to the house. Attached to the large tree sits two, wooden swings. They go back and forth, back and forth, almost like someone is sitting on them. I squint my eyes super tiny. No one. Not a single person on either swing yet they still move back and forth, back and forth. Peculiar. Very peculiar. <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">After a lot of hesitation I decide to go investigate this mystery further. After all, my name is on the mailbox, and that\u2019s not something you see everyday. I put my car in park and undo my sharp, itchy seatbelt practically strangling me. My hands shaking like crazy, I tentatively pull my door handle and step outside. A cold gust of air hits me like a monster truck, sending shivers throughout my whole body. &nbsp;My cold, bare feet crunch on hundreds of little stones as I walk up the path to the house. As I get further and further up the path, the swings begin to swing more precisely. Quicker, faster they swing as I get further up the path. Then suddenly\u2026. POOF!<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">With a large gust of wind two dark shadows appear on the wooden structure. Sprinting now, with nerves and a sick feeling in my stomach, I quickly approach the swings. Sitting there are two strange people.\u2018\u2019I\u2019ve been expecting you for some time Isla\u2019\u2019 says a tall, dark figure. The girl reminds me of myself, only older I guess. She has this weird sheen to her, almost like a ghost. \u2018\u2019Who, who are you?\u2019\u2019 I quickly say without hesitation. \u2018\u2019I\u2019m you silly!\u2019\u2019 she replies. Very, very confused I take a look at the small child sitting on the other swing. Again, she reminds me of myself. It's almost like looking back at old photos. She doesn't talk, I guess. But there is something about her that shocks me. Her blood red eyes. They stare into my soul. My future and my past. My everything, in her eyes. <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div><div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: left;\"><span id=\"docs-internal-guid-7c23f162-409a-0c17-5576-7ba99d100a00\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><i><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">\u2018\u2019Who\u2019s in the house?\u2019\u2019 I ask, without thinking. \u2018\u2019Someone very important\u2019\u2019 the older one replied slowly \u2018\u2019Our master.\u2019\u2019 \u2018WHAT?\u2019 I think to myself. But without any hesitation I walk over to the old, small house. The long, long grass itches my legs as I walk past, but if I didn't go in I know I would regret it so I continue. My entire body shakes in the crispness of the night. I walk up the stone path, on my way to the wooden door. The wooden door. It gets closer and closer but I feel like getting further and further away. I approach slowly, yet I still feel like i\u2019m going to jump out of my skin. I quickly knock on the door and it slowly creaks open. And then suddenly.. BANG..<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/div><div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"background-color: #fcfcfc; border: 0px; font-family: &quot;open sans&quot;, &quot;vegur light&quot;, vl, vlmacrons, &quot;arial narrow&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.38; margin: 0pt 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 1.6em !important; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\"><\/span><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div><span>Our week deviates from the normal programme this week. On Wednesday, over a third of our hub will be at Hansens Park for zone athletic sports. Sport buses depart from Eastern Tce at 8:45. Children not taking part in the zones will head to Champion Street at the usual time. We are off to Rapaki Marae on Thursday, see below. Friday is Show Day.&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<h3><span>Trip to Rapaki Marae this Thursday:<\/span><\/h3>\n<p><span>This year one of our strategic goals was that every child from Year 5 to 8 should visit a marae. We are looking forward to our visit to Rapaki Marae on Thursday this week. Sherrilee and Manaia Cunningham will be joining us for the day.&nbsp;<\/span><span>The cost of the trip is $7.50. This amount will be added to your school account.<\/span><\/p>\n<div><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><span>Children are to arrive at Beckenham by 8:50 and meet in the school hall.&nbsp;<\/span><span>We will travel to Rapaki by bus and be dropped off at the top of the road. We will walk down and be formally welcomed onto the marae. After the powhiri we will have morning tea and then be taken on a tour of the wharenui where we will learn the history of the marae.&nbsp;<\/span><span>After lunch, buses will head back to Beckenham at 1:30pm, in time for assembly.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><span><span><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Children are to wear school uniform. Girls need to wear track pants or culottes, not short shorts. All children need a backpack with sunhat, lunch, water bottle, sunscreen and their school jacket.<\/div>\n<p><\/span><\/p>\n<h3><span><span><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n<h3><span><span>Big Day Out:<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n<p><span><\/p>\n<div><span>We had a great day in town last Thursday. At Quake City we looked at Civil Defence activity immediately after Feb 22nd, the physical impacts of the earthquake and quake-proof building techniques.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><a href=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-ma0EZhr8xqY\/WCDhdwbmi8I\/AAAAAAAAIRA\/DN10D9QW0I4CFj4usQpzm0OZfC37qJEwQCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8169.JPG\"><span><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-ma0EZhr8xqY\/WCDhdwbmi8I\/AAAAAAAAIRA\/DN10D9QW0I4CFj4usQpzm0OZfC37qJEwQCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8169.JPG\" width=\"320\"><\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<p><span>In the gardens we searched for clues to complete a scavenger hunt and enjoyed the park environment.<\/span><br \/><span><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div><a href=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-VozDEdtlB7s\/WCDhd4N76vI\/AAAAAAAAIQ4\/mWj5liTtco8U9cgZlZZkgSyhcTdFRNIygCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8188.JPG\"><span><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-VozDEdtlB7s\/WCDhd4N76vI\/AAAAAAAAIQ4\/mWj5liTtco8U9cgZlZZkgSyhcTdFRNIygCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8188.JPG\" width=\"320\"><\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<p><span><br \/><\/span><span>&#8216;Art in the palm of your hand&#8217; was a very engaging exhibition. We started by looking at examples of medals in the museum, before visiting the exhibition where our preconceptions of what a medal was were thrown wide open. Finally we had the opportunity to create our own artistic medals. These are drying at school, before we paint, ink and polish them. &nbsp;<\/span><br \/><span><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div><a href=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-_pgNmrB-oFk\/WCDh2nVsg2I\/AAAAAAAAIRI\/wGsVS4Uhd4QkpX3jUsDtl8fjkEQvy4CggCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8185.JPG\"><span><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-_pgNmrB-oFk\/WCDh2nVsg2I\/AAAAAAAAIRI\/wGsVS4Uhd4QkpX3jUsDtl8fjkEQvy4CggCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8185.JPG\" width=\"240\"><\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<div><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><span>A huge thanks to Mike, Amanda, Robbie, Katherine, Tanya and Huriana who helped out on the day.&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><span><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h3><span><span>Sports day:&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n<p><span><span>It was great to see so many parents at Beckenham Park last week for our athletics day. The children ran, jumped and threw with determination and enthusiasm. On Thursday champions in each age group will receive their medals at assembly (2:15 start). Best of luck to all who are competing at zones tomorrow.<\/span><span><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<div><a href=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-dKDwe0wXhLU\/WCDoWcBJa6I\/AAAAAAAAIRY\/eHXtKJiq4FYFe7c4HKdTEFFk2WkDTsD7wCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8133.JPG\"><span><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-dKDwe0wXhLU\/WCDoWcBJa6I\/AAAAAAAAIRY\/eHXtKJiq4FYFe7c4HKdTEFFk2WkDTsD7wCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8133.JPG\" width=\"320\"><\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<p><span>Passion Friday continues to be a weekly highlight. Below are our fibre-craft group, proudly displaying their felted pictures.<\/span><\/p>\n<div><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><a href=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-VM4pdCgb5qU\/WCDhe7XoYPI\/AAAAAAAAIRE\/u1JzlBvZQHM0lQeM64V-HJwWQCBhvoVbgCLcB\/s1600\/IMG_8213.JPG\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-VM4pdCgb5qU\/WCDhe7XoYPI\/AAAAAAAAIRE\/u1JzlBvZQHM0lQeM64V-HJwWQCBhvoVbgCLcB\/s320\/IMG_8213.JPG\" width=\"320\"><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<h3>Tale with a twist:<\/h3>\n<div>Since the start of term we have been writing tales with twists in our hub. We were focusing on using a variety of sentence types, including complex and short sentences for effect, &nbsp;and varying our sentence starters. Here is Isla&#8217;s tale &#8230;<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><span><i><span>As the car swings profusely around the corner, I can&rsquo;t believe what&#8217;s before me. My eyes blink rapidly, trying to adjust to this crazy misconception. Why is this here? Who in the world did this? This can&rsquo;t be right. It simply can&rsquo;t. Very confused, I pull over to take a closer look. <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><i><span><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><span><i><span>It was the summer holidays. I had decided to take my new car for a spin. Fresh from University I was excited to get away from everything and just relax alone for a bit. It had been a stressful few years and I&rsquo;m very glad they are over. I had chucked a bag of chips in the back (for emergencies of course) and packed a small bag of clothes and other junk Mum insisted I put in there, then I was ready to go. <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><i><span><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><span><i><span>My car sliding along the smooth concrete road, I gaze out my window at the shining sun ahead of me. The luscious lime green grass blankets the bare, chalky dirt in a unconditional green casing. As the last of the afternoon rays of sun disappear, a bright mustard sun sets ahead of me. Birds sit in the unlimited chain of tall, oak trees, chirping away. The rattle of my tyres driving over small, crunchy stones calms me and makes me want to fall asleep, but I am close to my hotel, so I keep driving, despite my droopy, tired eyelids blanketing my emerald eyes. Turning the corner quickly, I spot something that shocks me.<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><i><span><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><span><i><span>Pulling over to inspect this mystery further, I yank my cellphone out of my back pocket. In my entire 18 years of life I&#8217;ve never seen anything like this before. It is heart stopping and blood curdling. Sitting on the dark maroon mailbox is &lsquo;ISLA&rsquo; written in bold, cream lettering. Just behind the mailbox sits a small, light yellow house. A large, dull oak tree sits right out the front, working like a giant sun umbrella, giving shade to the house. Attached to the large tree sits two, wooden swings. They go back and forth, back and forth, almost like someone is sitting on them. I squint my eyes super tiny. No one. Not a single person on either swing yet they still move back and forth, back and forth. Peculiar. Very peculiar. <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><i><span><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><span><i><span>After a lot of hesitation I decide to go investigate this mystery further. After all, my name is on the mailbox, and that&rsquo;s not something you see everyday. I put my car in park and undo my sharp, itchy seatbelt practically strangling me. My hands shaking like crazy, I tentatively pull my door handle and step outside. A cold gust of air hits me like a monster truck, sending shivers throughout my whole body. &nbsp;My cold, bare feet crunch on hundreds of little stones as I walk up the path to the house. As I get further and further up the path, the swings begin to swing more precisely. Quicker, faster they swing as I get further up the path. Then suddenly&hellip;. POOF!<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><i><span><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><span><i><span>With a large gust of wind two dark shadows appear on the wooden structure. Sprinting now, with nerves and a sick feeling in my stomach, I quickly approach the swings. Sitting there are two strange people.&lsquo;&rsquo;I&rsquo;ve been expecting you for some time Isla&rsquo;&rsquo; says a tall, dark figure. The girl reminds me of myself, only older I guess. She has this weird sheen to her, almost like a ghost. &lsquo;&rsquo;Who, who are you?&rsquo;&rsquo; I quickly say without hesitation. &lsquo;&rsquo;I&rsquo;m you silly!&rsquo;&rsquo; she replies. Very, very confused I take a look at the small child sitting on the other swing. Again, she reminds me of myself. It&#8217;s almost like looking back at old photos. She doesn&#8217;t talk, I guess. But there is something about her that shocks me. Her blood red eyes. They stare into my soul. My future and my past. My everything, in her eyes. <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div dir=\"ltr\"><i><span><br \/><\/span><\/i><\/div>\n<div><span><span><i><span>&lsquo;&rsquo;Who&rsquo;s in the house?&rsquo;&rsquo; I ask, without thinking. &lsquo;&rsquo;Someone very important&rsquo;&rsquo; the older one replied slowly &lsquo;&rsquo;Our master.&rsquo;&rsquo; &lsquo;WHAT?&rsquo; I think to myself. But without any hesitation I walk over to the old, small house. The long, long grass itches my legs as I walk past, but if I didn&#8217;t go in I know I would regret it so I continue. My entire body shakes in the crispness of the night. I walk up the stone path, on my way to the wooden door. The wooden door. It gets closer and closer but I feel like getting further and further away. I approach slowly, yet I still feel like i&rsquo;m going to jump out of my skin. I quickly knock on the door and it slowly creaks open. And then suddenly.. 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