Here is the movie we made to explain some of te kawa (protocols) o te marae that we learned from our visit to Te Hora Marae. Olive did the filming and most of the editing. This is the first movie we have made like this.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Airborne
On
Wednesday Room 4 went to three places, Riverside pool, Suter Art Gallery, then the
skate park at Neale Park. Now, that was the fun part. Jane took a photo of me airborne. You need heaps of speed to get airborne. Kevin got Nathan, Ruby, Emma and I an ice
block. It was a fun big day out.
By
Dhillon
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Staying at the Marae
Here are the some of our stories we wrote in class about our trip to Te Hora Marae. We have more displayed on our classroom wall. For some reason, many of the children chose to write about the night time! Now why would that be?
DAY
ONE AT THE MARAE
By Chani
“Are
we there yet” Finally we are standing at the gate getting called in by the Tangata
Whenua into the marae. We listen to the tangata whenua saying their whaikorero.
We are the manuhiri and Kevin, Tama’s dad and Chi reply. After the whaikorero we
sing our waiata. Then we do the hongi.
We
all lined up and some people shook hands and some people pressed noses.
Afterwards we shared our lunch with Canvastown School. In our free time we
looked in the urupa and played Kev’s special.
PACKED INTO THE WHARENUI
By Harry
After
we had finished star gazing, we got into bed. There was a person that did not
stop snoring so we did not get to sleep easily.
During
the night Fabian rolled over on top of Finn, so he rolled over on top of me, so
I rolled over right beside Logan.
At
home my dog Poppy sleeps on my bed so I immediately thought Logan was Poppy. I
elbowed Logan dreamily and said “Poppy”. Logan woke up and said “leave me
alone!” but in minutes we were both sound asleep.
SLEEPLESS AT THE MARAE
By Grace
Giggle……
“Girls…! Shhhhhh!”
A
snore erupts from a group of people. Another giggle. “Sophia, Grace, go to
sleep now.” Snuggling under the sleeping
bags, a few people let off a few smells. Ripppp, giggle…
“Sorry
Grace, I think I broke your sleeping bag zip with my foot,” Sophia whispers
between stifled laughs. I giggle too.
Zip,
zip, and rip, comes from Ruby’s direction.
“Ruby?”
“What?”
Jane
growls a message, “Be quiet!”
Giggles
rise from the covered floor. Heat forms
on the windows. The door opens. Cold air
rushes towards a huddle of whispering girls and boys.
“Brrr,”
I say to the wriggling worm beside me. “Sophia?” A mumble slips out from her closed lips. In a
split second Sophia is already bouncing on Chani. Opening the door, I shiver. I scurry back to bed.
Mist
hangs low as a crowd of drowsy kids walk over to the kitchen. I fill my glass
greedily. A delectable selection of toast and cereals are laid out on the
table. “Yum,” I say.
URUPA AT TE HORA
By Zoe
On
Te Hora Marae there’s an urupa which is a cemetery in Maori. There are lots of graves and a lot of them
under the name of Wilson. The graves have lots of stuff on them, like dolphins,
flowers and lights. The whanau (family) and hoa (friends) put decorations on
the graves to remember what the people loved.
I
am kind of scared of the urupa because Dad says, “Zoe, if you stand on a grave,
it will haunt you for ever”.
“Stop
being silly Dad,” I say and Dad just laughs.
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