Mihimihi

Kia ora tatou
Greeting to you all

Kua hui mai nei
Who have gather here

Ki teni huihuinga
to this gathering

Ki te kawe mai
to bring

I nga whakaaro pai
the good thoughts

Ka nui te koa
great is the happiness

Mo to koutou kaha
for your support

Ki te haere mai
in comming

Ki te korerorero
to discus 

I te Reo Moari
the Te Reo moari launage

E pa ana ki tenei hui
concering this gatering

No reira e te whanau o tenei kura, tena koutou, tena koutou, tena ra tatou katoa.

So therefore, greetings once, greetings twice, greetings thrice to the family of this school.

Narrative about Life In Auckland vs Syria

I dragged myself out of bed and got ready to go to school. Before I went to school, I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, got changed and made my lunch. After all of that I jumped in the car and was on my way to school. I was awaken by a gust of cold air. Our house didn’t have any insulation so our house was always cold. Goose bumps covered my body. I heard gunshots and people screaming in horror. This happened everyday, but there was nothing I could do about it. Staying in bed until it was over was what I decided to do. At lunchtime we ate our lunch and went outside to play, enjoying the sunshine. I could hear sounds of happiness and people laughing. It was also a good time to catch up with friends. It was now lunchtime and my stomach was grumbling and growling like tigers. The only thing that was going through my mind was the thought of food and what my mum and siblings were eating. Or if they were eating. “Why did life have to be so hard” I thought to myself?

I got dressed into my pajamas and jumped into my warm cozy bed.” Goodnight” my Mum whispered after closing the door. I said a little prayer and then shut my eyes. Today had been a great day and I was so thankful to have such a great life. Night had fallen. I had nowhere to sleep because so many people lived in our house. The only place free was by the door that had fallen down. The last time I slept there I felt like I was in a freezer. I moved closer towards my mother and used her body heat to keep me warm. Tonight would be another sleepless night, just like every other night in Syria.

Year 8's

Sadly this term will be the last term for the year.Which also means this is the last term for me, and all the other year 8s because we will be going to college next year.I have been at Pt England ever since I was 5. I am now 13.

One of the reason's im sad to leave is because we will be leaving our teachers and also our friends. Pt England Is an amazing school and it will be hard to say goodbye to everyone. Hopefully college will be as loving and as caring as this school.

We only have about 9 weeks until l this term is finished.

Next year I am going to Epsom girls.Also no one from Pt England is going to Epsom so it will be a change having no one that you know going with you. Which makes me even more scared going to college.

So for now GOODBYE PT ENGLAND!