For this Matariki  we have created a poem  on either one, two or all of the stars. My star for my poem is Pohutukawa; the star for those who have passed on. For me, I wanted to make my poem about all my Grandparents as they are not in this life anymore. I hope that this Matariki we will all pray for those who have passed on and to continue to live in our memory as we grow older.

Thoughts crowd my mind as I walk through the ruins — buildings crumbled to dust, bodies stilled in the silence of death. If only I had come sooner. Maybe then… Elizabeth would still be alive. But now she’s gone.
Blood trickles from my hands, warm and useless. Around me, mothers scream for children they can’t find, tears carving lines down soot-streaked faces. Fire swallows what’s left of home, while broken men carry the broken-hearted.
Every step feels like a boulder crushing my feet. I trip. I fall. Dust fills my lungs. I think of Jesus, bent beneath his cross. My cross is grief — and I am crumbling beneath it.
I want to cry out, to shatter the sky with my voice. But my heart grips the sound, holds it captive.
All I can do is ache. And fall. Again.

On April the 11th last term, we had the opportunity to perform the Stations of the Cross for the entire school. At first, it took some time for us to settle into our roles and fully understand what was required, but with dedication and practice, we grew more confident and prepared. Another student and I were in charge of narrating each station. It was nerve-wracking at the beginning, but as we rehearsed, our confidence steadily grew.

When the day of the performance arrived, we made sure our costumes were tidy and well-prepared—we wanted to show respect for the story we were telling. Although we all felt a bit nervous, everyone gave their best effort and delivered a strong performance.

The Stations of the Cross depictes Jesus’ final journey to the crucifixion, and bringing that powerful story to life through our play was a truly meaningful and memorable experience.

Do you ever wonder how much sleep you need? If you do not get enough sleep it can affect your ability to learn and remember new things. It can also affect your ability to solve problems,while also making you grumpy.Check out my diagram and see if you are getting the number of hours we need for your age in sleep?

Socrates story ” The Three Sieves” tells us about the importance of thinking before you speak. We need to ask ourselves, is it Kind, is it True, or is it Necessary and if it is not, don’t speak.

If I met Jesus in a park and he asked me …”Are you living by my Beatitudes?” I would say……

Choie Sew Hoy was born in Guangdong province in China in 1838.When he was thirteen he went to the United States with extended family members, which they were taking part in the California Gold Rush.A few years later he became a Merchant because he saw people making more money in California then miners.Choie Sew Hoy successfully spoke his reason about why Chinese people should be treated fairly instead of having to pay a tax of $1,770. When he spoke out New Zealand stopped with the tax and apologised to the Chinese people.Sadly after Choie Sew Hoy died there was no funeral for him because he was now lost at sea with 496 dead passengers along with him.  

I chose a bible because it reminds us that we need to spread God’s Gospel everywhere we go and to learn more about Jesus through his life when he was on earth.

Lent is about Fasting, Praying, and Almsgiving.

In my Lentern Backpack I have a Rosary and Bible for Prayer to God when I need help. Food for all the poor and hungry people around the world and lastly a water bottle to show that I am fasting from drinking any fizzy drinks.