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Cyberbullying

Welcome to term 4!

Today in cybersmart we did some stuff about cyberbullying. I made this:

My answers:

• I would encourage them to tell a trusted adult or if their email is being used to change their password.
• If this was happening to me I would tell a trusted adult, delete the email and potentially block the sender.
• I would never share my password because it could get me in trouble for something I didn't do and will make someone else sad.
  

World Peace

100 wc:

Sadako Sasaki’s Diary

August 27, 1955

This morning I reached 800 cranes. Mama says that I will make 1000. The doctors say that my leukaemia is getting worse. I am getting weaker and skinnier every second. It hurts very much to write in this diary and I can no longer sit up to eat. My roommate says that he is healing well. Chizuko - my friend, is coming later today with some more paper for me. Mama visits me twice a day with books for me. I can’t hold them anymore so she reads them to me now.

Goodbye diary -

Sadako

A video of me making a paper crane:

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0BxU26p7v7WfoSEx4elZaQkpyVjQ

Welcome Back!

Welcome back to Term 3!
Today I went to an Ako Hiko event and made this story:
https://storybird.com/books/bunnys-halloween-16/?token=f2r96xmuwd

Train Stuffing

I wrote this story experimenting with second person point of view.

You have just arrived in Tokyo, Japan and have decided to take the train instead of walking to your hotel. As you are waiting at the station you begin to have second thoughts about hopping on. You see men in navy blue suits, cramming people into the train. You reckon that will be an original Tokyo experience. However, you have already paid your 50 yen for the 2.5 kilometre journey to your hotel station. As you admire the absurdness of this process you realise it was only 60 cents. Another train arrives, heading towards your hotel. You reluctantly join the shoving queue. It is more like a bundle of people being squashed in at the same time than a queue. As you are shoved in the doors start to close. You are glad you are not claustrophobic. The door is closing on your hand and the squasher walks away to help at another door. You have absolutely no personal space and very soon sweat is pouring down your face like rain. Not long after you were crammed in another lot are crammed in like clothing in suitcase. The heat is becoming unbearable. Luckily you manage to find a rail map and your stop is next. When your stop finally comes 5 minutes later you realise you will have to kind of ‘swim against the current’ to get out.

100 Word Story Challenge Week #22

This week we had to use the words Violin, Yellow, Eaten, Swept and Airplane.

My old termite eaten shack stood out in the desert like a drowning baby in a pool. I open the shack’s creaky yellow door and step inside. My plum-headed parakeet Lestat was out. I had him in when I left. I tried to catch him. His claw twanged a string of my violin. He shot out of reach just as I tried to grab him. He swept around the room a few times, like an airplane, just out of reach, taunting me. He turned around and looked at me. I swear he sniggered as he flew out the open door.

100 Word Story

This is my 100 word story for this week

The man sat there. Staring straight ahead. Just sitting across the bench.” Hello”. He didn’t answer. “ Hey”. Nothing. “ Ugh, Nice Moustache?”. He was silent. That annoyed me. The polite thing to do would have been to answer. I slapped him across the face. I recoiled instantly. He was made of something hard and shiny. A statue. I must have looked stupid, talking to a statue. Suddenly I couldn’t move. I was rooted to the spot. The man stood up.“ About time. Good luck mate.” He walked away whistling, leaving me with my hand poised in the air, frozen in bronze.