Tag: Writing

Letter To Grandma

LI: To vary our sentence lengths to create pace and impact.

My partner and I have been focusing on the story “The Boy in Striped Pajamas” which focuses on a boy named Bruno who is sent to live in a new home far from his old home in Berlin. He has moved to Auchwitz due to his Father being an high ranking officer.

With this story LS2 has learnt how to vary the length of their sentences to create speed and depth. To do this we recaped on the types of sentences such as simple, compound, and complex. To vary between these is to use a pattern that works, such as short – medium – long – medium – short. A simple sentence would be the base, adding a brief 1-3 word sentence that still adds a hook for the reader to invest more. Then using a compound after that (2 simple sentences combined by a FANBOYS) can give the story some depth and interest. Now to use a complex is easy but so effective !

Now combining those two can help us with the task “Letter to Grandma”. In this task we act as Bruno sending a letter to his Grandma back in Berlin while nhe explains the situation and how he feels of the house. The hard part of this task was to sound like a 10 year old Bruno. But I still pushed through.

FANBOYS are connecters helping you connect and link relate ideas and show balance (Simple sentence + FANBOYS + Simple sentence).  FANBOYS: For, and, nor but or yet so.  “A WHITE BUS”  stands for; as, although, after, while, whenever, wherever, when, where, how, however, if, though, than, even though/if, because, before, unless, until, since, so that.  To add extra details or elaboration on the main idea.

Narrative Recording – Fly By Night

LI: To structure and write a narrative

I used a Gemini Gem to help us add detail to a narrative. Our Gem asked us questions that made us think of different ways we could add detail and description to our narrative. When I finished I used the Storybook feature in Gemini to create an illustrated version. This was a bit harder to do because I had to keep adjusting the prompts to get as close to my original narrative as I could. I had to be as clear as possible for the artificial intelligence to understand and to get the closest result to what I wanted. 

Narrative Writing

The sun setting behind the jagged silhouette of hills. The moon was rising as the silver light spilled over the canopy, turning the leaves into shards of glass. The wind breezed through me as chills ran down my feathers. Tonight wasn’t any night, tonight was the night I adventure through the sky. One wish that I finally was about to accomplish. Every evening, as the shadows stretched long across the forest floor, I watched as my mother would stir, her feathers rustling like dry silk, before she launched herself into the abyss, I asked her “Am I ready to fly”? My mother whispered as I got the chills “Not yet but you will one day”. I remained behind, anchored into my nest, feeling like a stone at the bottom of a river as I watched others fly and play around. Not knowing how to fly was tough. The shift from the cozy center of the nest to the precipice was more than a few steps. It was a cold, terrifying night. As I crept toward the edge of the nest. The familiar world of tangled twigs and soft moss fell away. The ground below didn’t just look distant; it looked predatory. The grass floor, which seemed so soft from the safety of the nest, was now sharp greens and shadows, swirling in a dizzying depth. I summoned all my bravery and drew myself up closing my eyes, I took a leap of faith and flapped my majestic wings. Peeking through one eye, the terror turned into wonder. I wasn’t falling, I was flying in the air. The grass that had looked like a distant threat was now soft. I excitedly swoop through the tree trunks. I land back in my nest and I see my mother coming back. I told my mother about what I experienced and I asked her the last time “Am I ready to fly with you?”. My mother confidently replied “yes dear you may fly with me”.  The sun setting behind the jagged silhouette of hills. The moon was rising as the silver light spilled over the canopy, turning the leaves into shards of glass. The wind breezed through me as chills ran down my feathers. Tonight wasn’t any night, tonight was the night I adventure through the sky. One wish that I finally was about to accomplish.  Every evening, as the shadows stretched long across the forest floor, I watched as my mother would stir, her feathers rustling like dry silk, before she launched herself into the abyss, I asked her “Am I ready to fly”? My mother whispered as I got the chills “Not yet but you will one day”. I remained behind, anchored into my nest, feeling like a stone at the bottom of a river as I watched others fly and play around. Not knowing how to fly was tough. The shift from the cozy center of the nest to the precipice was more than a few steps. It was a cold, terrifying night. As I crept toward the edge of the nest. The familiar world of tangled twigs and soft moss fell away. The ground below didn’t just look distant; it looked predatory. The grass floor, which seemed so soft from the safety of the nest, was now sharp greens and shadows, swirling in a dizzying depth. I summoned all my bravery and drew myself up closing my eyes, I took a leap of faith and flapped my majestic wings. Peeking through one eye, the terror turned into wonder. I wasn’t falling, I was flying in the air. The grass that had looked like a distant threat was now soft. I excitedly swoop through the tree trunks. I land back in my nest and I see my mother coming back. I told my mother about what I experienced and I asked her the last time “Am I ready to fly with you?”. My mother confidently replied “yes dear you may fly with me”.

Anne Frank – The Annex

For this week of writing, I have learnt about the terrible story of Anne Frank and her life in the annex.

I first needed to learn about what the annex was, who was Anne Frank, and why was she so important? My teacher had given us a website that gave us a visual website of the annex. It was a small little back house that fit 7 people but was probaly meant for about 2, 3 max. It was behind a business office that was covered in Nazi soilders.

I read the information that was connected to each object. I found out that the water use was limited towards both families in the annex, and that they could probably never shower for their 2 years in the annex. The life was indeed very poor.

It lasted for 2 years until a few months away from the end of WW2, on August 4th 1944 2 Nazi German officers discovered the annex entrance behind a bookcase, they found the 8 Jewish people hidden and all 8 were arrested. 7 died execpt for Otto Frank, (Annes Father).

Vision Board – Agents of Change

For the start of this year, I have created a vision board to see my possible goals and accomplishments for this year.

For the first part of this task, I thought about what I would like to do later on in this year and what I would like to accomplish. I am hoping to sign for a football club somewhere near.

I then added images showing logos and the things I would like to do, for the customization I added a clean color scheme with a photo of my self.

I then added the words “Agents of Change” meaning to set my goals and up my behaviour. I lastly added a Maori flag and my name to indicate it was my work.

Pourquoi Story – Why Maungerei Sleeps

Many hundreds of years ago in a country across the sea, there lived a medium sized cone volcano. This volcano was not the normal volcano, it would erupt when it wanted to, and how it wanted to. So the other mountains respected her incase of her temper being lost even more of what it already has. The land around it was covered in old volcanic rock. The so called clouds being full of ash and dust. Anyway, the fire mountain was having a rest when.. BOOM! a mountain erupted and had awoken the fire mountain. The mountain was full of red lava and bloodshot eyes. It exploded creating one of the largest eruptions since the start of time. The whole north island was covered in ash and lava was shooting out down to the pacific ocean. The other mountains quickly evacuated under the ice cold water that lies below them. The fire mountain had calmed down after a long 2 weeks. The other mountains avoided it creating a episode of loneliness to the fire mountain. It had realised the damage it had caused and felt a big wave of guilt. It sat there sad for days, weeks, months.. until, a mountain coming from the ocean called out her name

 

“Maungarei!”

 

She turned, confused and happy “Huh?”

She had a very very short temper causing her to be horrifyingly angry, this caused her to have no friends and always be alone. Nobody knew that they could fix her anger just by being a friend. She was the one in the family that was ignored all the time, as a baby mountain she still erupted in emotions, She basically grew up by herself even though she had 4 siblings.

She started to sleep after being lonely for decades, during her sleep the mountains played and had fun, and she could hear it. They still avoided her incase of waking her up again.

 

The image shown at the start is a photo that I made using a prompt in Adobe Express AI, I asked for the AI to genarate a image of a angry volcano with smooth volcanic rock surrounded by it

 

 

Diary WW1

LI: To retell an event in history through the fictional eyes of someone who was there

This week for writing, I created a diary from the view of a person that may have lived through WW1. LS2 has been looking through old artifacts from WW1 left from the ANZAC’s creating basic knowledge to make a diary from the POV of a soilder.

 

First, I had to have some basic knowledge of the ANZAC’s in galipoli, which I didn’t; So I learnt that they had arrived to golipoli in 1915 April 25th, using that to start my diary.

 

Next, from what I had learnt I used it to create a diary that sounded slightly authentic. There was some unrealistic parts like how my character didn’t write in his diary for 3 months, and some realistic parts, like him feeling terrible for his first kill.

 

Lastly, I made a video to speak the diary I wrote to make a visual learning experience, that is for another blog though.

(blue part is a grammaticly correct version)

Time Traveller’s Podcast ft Samuel Marsdon

For Literacy we have been using our Inquiry knowledge to help us write questions that we might have asked Reverend Samuel Marsden had we had the chance to meet him and talk to him. This was a fun activity because we took on the roles of Samuel Marsden and the Time Traveller’s Podcast team. It was like we experienced actually meeting him.

We learned that when you are recording a podcast expression is everything! It makes what we have to say more engaging.

 

Photo Story

LI: To understand the concept of visual storytelling

This week Panmure Bridge went for a walk to Pt England Reserve. To show what we did we created a photo collage in time order.

First, I downloaded 10 images to show what we did inside of a time order. It was a image of LS2 crossing Dunkirk Road.

Next, I put all of them inside of the slides. I made the time order go from left to right.

After that, I faced my first problem, I didn’t have enough space to fit the images. I had to make them very small which didn’t look very well.

Lastly, I bloged this task.

 

Exploring AI

LI: To identify and understand how descriptive language is used to create a clear picture of a setting in a text.

This week I have made a AI generated imagen inside of Adobe Express of a alleyway.

First, I read the setting that our teachers have written. It inspired me to create a after war insparation thing. I asked the AI to make the sky rainy, creating a old and abandoned setting. I asked for the buildings to be graffitied indicating people have been here and no longer care about the buildings.

Next, I started to add objects like metal scraps, abandoned broken down cars, and moss. The moss had created a post apocaliptic scenery sort of thing.

Lastly, I added some effects like a tint. I then bloged my work.

I enjoyed this task due to the AI being very active and smart allowing my imagination to work. I found making the vehicles a realistic size. I was good at using creativity.