Practise Practise and Practise.

On Wednesday and Thursday, The whole class did cross country practise. On Wednesday, after my practise, I felt like I was going to faint because I tried to sprint the whole way. But on thursday I paced myself and I felt much better. I can't wait to do the real cross country which is on Monday. I have to remember to pace myself!

Easter Fun Day!

Today was easter fun day and we got to make our own hats! This is my hat. There will be more updates on easter fun day soon.

 

The spaghetti challenge!

On Tuesday, We did the spaghetti challenge. If you haven't heard of it then here's what it is. You get 10 marshmallows and 30-50 pieces of spaghetti then you get an egg. The challenge is to build the tallest tower with the equipment you have and balance the egg on top of it for at least 30 seconds. It's harder than you think! Have a go and comment on this post to tell me how it went and if you managed to complete the challenge, My team and I didn't manage to😂.

The class of monkeys.

On Monday, We went to the Groynes to do some fun activities. First we played the name game. How you play: You get into a small circle with a group. Then you get someone to say their name and something about themselves. When the whole group has done that then you start again. Only this time you get the whole group to take a step backward and then say their name and something different about themselves. But this time you get them to do it louder. Keep doing this until the group gets as loud as possible. That was one of my favourite games.

Second we did a communication game. That was my favourite game. You get into three lines of three. All the people in the line have to be facing the same way but the front line faces the other lines. The third line has to be blindfolded. The second line has to be facing the front line. What the front line has to do is mime to the second line what they want the third line to do. So the second line had to figure out what the first line is miming. Once the second line has figured out what the first line is miming, then they have to yell it out to the third line. For example, "Take two steps forward, now pick up the object in front of you!" Now the third line has to obey the orders of the second line. Once the third line does what the first line mimed to the second line then the game is over.

Pretty much after that then we went onto high ropes. That was my favourite activity of all. I got to the top on both courses. We were named the class of monkeys.

Trapped at school... Or No school at all!

On Thursday, I got to school and my best friend (Grace http://gracestotarablog.blogspot.co.nz/ ) Ran out of the classroom door and she said "Powers out!". We were all so excited until we went into the office and they announced that school was closed. So one minute we were so excited and then the next we were panicking Because school was cancelled. "Our mums are at work!" We couldn't stop repeating. Now all the office people were running around the school announcing who picks up who and who who needs to wait to be picked up. My mum picked me up and dropped me off at my aunty's. Who knows what Grace did.

The Forest beneath the Mountain.

Last week we started free writing. This is my story; It's called 'The Forest beneath the mountain'. I'm not finished yet. (Recommended for older audiences)

The Forest Beneath the Mountain.

By Ariana Dale

Bang! The Door Slammed shut. I had nowhere to go.

Like an eagle in the night, I sped off. I didn’t know what to do. The house I had left was in the middle of the forest; beneath Mount Fuji. Running faster than the speed of light towards nothing, with the hopeless feeling of desperation. Surprisingly there was a track I could follow. I forced myself to slow down. Despite feeling tired, I continued my journey. No exit in sight. The only thing I could do was keep walking until I could see a ray of sunshine.

The ray of sunshine wasn’t going to be there in front of me anytime soon. I was so tired. I had been walking for at least 5 hours getting nowhere. As slowly as a snail, I creeped around the forest. I thought of the myth about the forest I was in. The hidden name. The true stories. The suicide forest. I never thought of it being real. The story of the suicide forest.

It’s heard to be haunted. Of course, I never believed in this sort of thing. I never wanted to think of it either. Personally, I am schizophrenic which means that I usually hallucinate… So the suicide forest is the WORST place for me to be right now! Suddenly, I saw what looked like a little gift shop. I decided to let myself in. Sitting there was a small japanese lady sitting in front of a desk. “You Shouldn’t be here.” She murmured.

“I’m sorry?”

“You should go.”

Confused, I walked toward her. “I’m sorry?” I asked.

She called out in Japanese so I couldn’t understand. Nothing happened after she called out. She called out again. Still, nothing happened.

“Come with me“she said, Scared. “I was calling out to my husband, he is not answering. I’m too scared to check on him by myself.”

“Why?” I asked

“Do even know where we are?” She asked me as if I were the most stupid person she had ever met.

“Right.” I replied.

Scared, we opened a undersized door. Bent down, we went through the door. Then A series of stairs. Then there was another door. That too, was undersized. As quiet as a mouse we the opened the door. We were too scared to be loud. There he was. The man. Lay down on the floor. The japanese lady bent down on her knees.

“They killed him.” She cried. “Who?” “They did” “Who”

She gave me a death look. “It WAS them” “I think I asked who it was”

“LEAVE” she snapped. "There is no such thing as a middle-aged man just dieing like that!"

My opinion hadn’t changed. There are murderers everywhere. But I respect her still. I left. Her husband had just died and It would have been so hard.

That same sound hit my ears as I slammed the door of the shop. The memories came back to me. How she had left me in the middle of this so called haunted forest. I’m so sick of everyone. Just telling me lies. And over exaggerating.

“I HATE LIFE” I yelled; that was a bit uncalled for, but what do I do when I have nowhere to go and everyone hates me.

I woke up to the sound of beeping. I was in a plain white room that made me want to spew out colors. Creek… The door opens and a pale colored lady with a grey dress appears. “Hello Jess” She smiles.

“Where am I?”

“We found you in the Aokigahara forest”

“What were you doing there?”

“What were you doing there?”

“I was with a friend, she, she, she, she did, she did…”

“You were with a friend then.”

“Yes. But what were you doing there?”

“Let's not worry about me.”

“How did you find me!? Especially in the Aokigahara forest!?”

“It’s time for your shock treatment.”

“ANSWER MY QUESTION!”

“I’m going to have to kill you if you don’t come.”

That shut me up.

I came with her to another blank room. Travelling across it was a rusty pole. On the pole was a hanger with a white shirt. “You have to put this on.” She hissed. Worried, I put the shirt on.

It took me long to actually find out that the nurse was actually putting a straitjacket on me, she was tying the back up. Next she opened a cupboard and there was what looked like a pair of headphones; only, they weren't. Next to the ‘headphones’  was an oral protector for my mouth for my shock treatment.

“Put these on.” She suggests.

“I don’t think I can.” I growl.

“Right.”

She had forgotten that she put a straitjacket on me. She places ‘the headphones’ on my head. “I’m scared.” I express myself to her.

“It’s not my choice to do this… I’m very sorry Jess.”

I could see her heart now. I couldn’t believe she had one. Until now.

Her face drops. “I’ll see you soon” she places the oral protector in my mouth. A flood had ran down my face. 3 nurses came in the door. “Don’t move a muscle.” One says to me.

“Isn’t that what I’m going to do when you shock me!?”

“Oh Yeah”

“Yeah Alright”

“Close your eyes.”

The feeling of fear filled me as fast a free flood. Now I felt the feeling of my whole body being ripped out of my skin. My soul had been taken. My Strength had been stolen. My Rights had been removed.

My eyes opened. The nurse that was there before was there in front of me...

Duff Man.

Today, we got to see Duff man. Not the Duff man from The Simpsons, but the famous New Zealander Racer. We found out that he had raced in New Zealand, Australia and America! We have been told also that he is returning to America soon. I got his signature on my hat and we each got a Duff man racing sticker. His Dad was his inspiration and he started when he about 2 or 3 years old. I was one of the only groups to take photos with the racing truck. Shh!

Here are some photos.