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Kia ora !! For this terms inquiry , our team had to write a well-being about how to improve it !! And make a video out of it explaining how to improve your well-being!! >0 . UM, as you can tell my voice wasn’t really that loud, because I recently lost my voice T_T… erm. SO I APOLOGISE.
Anyways , I hope you enjoy!! >.<
It was a very sad and withdrawn girl who was dragged into the principal’s office the next day. This time he did look me in the eyes.
“What did your grandfather say?”
I sat very straight in my chair.
“He said to tell you he won’t pay the fifteen dollars.”
The principal muttered something I couldn’t understand under his breath and walked over to the window. He stood looking out at something outside. He looked bigger than usual when he stood up; he was a tall, gaunt man with grey hair, and I watched the back of his head while I waited for him to speak.
“Why?” he finally asked. “Your grandfather has the money. He owns a two-hundred acre ranch.”
I looked at him, forcing my eyes to stay dry. “I know, sir, but he said if I had to pay for it, then it wouldn’t be a scholarship jacket.” I stood up to leave. “I guess you’ll just have to give it to Joann.” I hadn’t meant to say that, it had just slipped out. I was almost to the door when he stopped me.
“Martha — wait.”
I turned and looked at him, waiting. What did he want now? I could feel my heart pounding loudly in my chest and see my blouse fluttering where my breasts should have been. Something bitter and vile tasting was coming up in my mouth; I was afraid I was going to be sick. I didn’t need any sympathy speeches. He sighed loudly and went back to his big desk. He watched me, biting his lip.
“…i’ve decided.. That you aren’t getting the…Jacket..”
The principal said with a hesitant voice. I felt tears running down both my cheeks, as I heard those words, I definitely felt extremely sick…. A little moment later, I started to speak with a stuttering voice.
“I—I understand sir..” As I said, turning around mid-sentence , wiping the tears he could’ve noticed. There was this weird moment of awkward silence with huge tension.
“..The board has been thinking that Joann should get the jacket instead..” The principal spoke , breaking the silence that occurred in the room moments before.
“Since.. Her father owns the only store in town..” The principal continued while clasping his palms together. I tried not to look at him with the redness, puffiness that occurred around and inside my eyes, but it was useless. “It’s alright sir …” I said with a look of despair written on my face, there was no hope to change his mind now..
The principal started to avoid my gaze as he felt.. Ashamed?
“..perhaps that is all I needed to confirm..You may leave”.. After those last words, I left as quickly as I could before bursting into tears. There was no one in the hallway so it was the right moment to shed my tears I’ve been holding in for a long time. I walked away from the room and went straight home to where my grandparents were.
As I took my step on the front porch I rushed past my grandmother and straight to my room. I didn’t come out for hours, until my grandmother started knocking on the door speaking in Spanish. I ignored the pleas to get up and get out, I started to think about the mistakes that would’ve happened to not get the scholarship jacket.
After months, Joann was able to earn the jacket by paying the 15 dollars. While Marta was stuck with great grades and able to live her normal life without the scholarship jacket which was still wounded to her heart.
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It was a very sad and withdrawn girl who was dragged into the principal’s office the next day. This time he did look me in the eyes.
“What did your grandfather say?”
I sat very straight in my chair.
“He said to tell you he won’t pay the fifteen dollars.”
The principal muttered something I couldn’t understand under his breath and walked over to the window. He stood looking out at something outside. He looked bigger than usual when he stood up; he was a tall, gaunt man with grey hair, and I watched the back of his head while I waited for him to speak.
“Why?” he finally asked. “Your grandfather has the money. He owns a two-hundred acre ranch.”
I looked at him, forcing my eyes to stay dry. “I know, sir, but he said if I had to pay for it, then it wouldn’t be a scholarship jacket.” I stood up to leave. “I guess you’ll just have to give it to Joann.” I hadn’t meant to say that, it had just slipped out. I was almost to the door when he stopped me.
“Martha — wait.”
I turned and looked at him, waiting. What did he want now? I could feel my heart pounding loudly in my chest and see my blouse fluttering where my breasts should have been. Something bitter and vile tasting was coming up in my mouth; I was afraid I was going to be sick. I didn’t need any sympathy speeches. He sighed loudly and went back to his big desk. He watched me, biting his lip.
“Okay. We’ll make an exception in your case. I’ll tell the Board, you’ll get your jacket.”
I could hardly believe my ears. I spoke in a trembling rush. “Oh, thank you, sir!” Suddenly I felt great. I didn’t know about adrenaline in those days, but I knew something was pumping through me, making me feel as tall as the sky. I wanted to yell, jump, run the mile, do something. I ran out so I could cry in the hall where there was no one to see me.
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This is my rewritten version of the scholarship jacket. I took a scene from the story and wrote my own different version. A version were Martha doesn’t get the jacket :b… I think this story was very interesting by learning new things, i wrote my version completely different from the actual story. A different story that is still related to the original story. :3!
Ptengland school was mysterious, not filled with many students but extremely creepy to say the least. A specific classroom doesn’t know what will happen next..
Alazye, Jayla, and finally Helena, a specific trio that never listens to any teachers that are in front of them at all.
Jayla was carelessly scrolling through her phone without a care. While Helena was loudly munching on chips, not being able to hear the teachers sayings. Alazye was seen throwing crumpled paper across the room, messing the classroom more than it already was, completely ignoring Ms Thompsons pleas of attention.
“These girls never listen..” Ms Thompson muttered quietly to herself, she tried many desperate attempts to get the trio’s attention, but none of them seemed to work. “Class we’ll be working on this task for the next hour!!” Her gaze slowly went to the trio watching their every movement. “Girls, I’m expecting you to listen.” Ms Thompson said sternly as her gaze left the trio.
Helena was too stubborn to listen at all, there were loud sounds of chewing with dropping crumbs left on the floor. “Dude this newest flavour is awesome bruh..” Helena mentioned before stuffing her face with more. Alazye specifically was throwing crumpled papers across the room making an incredible mess, accidentally hitting Jayla’s forehead. Jayla wasn’t fazed at all as she was too busy scrolling through her phone without care.
“Boring, dumb, cool..” Jayla spoke to herself scrolling through. The trio was too busy doing their own thing to care..
Throughout the class it has passed one hour, and it was about time to have recess. During class the trio had left the classroom immediately, going outside to enjoy their time. As they walked Helena carelessly threw her plastic chip packet to the floor making the wind push it away. “Dude.. I’m still hungry bru.” Helena muttered before stopping her tracks, before looking behind gazing at the classroom they had just left from. “Dude’s I’m going back, and getting the rest of my snacks.” Helena didn’t wait for a response and left.
Helena started whistling to herself a silly tone before reaching the entrance of the classroom. For some reason she started to feel goosebumps running across her arm. “What..?” She whispered.. The lights on the ceiling started flickering as the weather started to change, dark clouds hovering the school. Helena looked behind her as she swore she saw a dark figure hovering behind her.
As she thought, the figure was extremely tall and completely black, with only a white glow in the eyes. Is what Helena thought it looked like, it didn’t look human or alive.
As she kept looking behind her trying to figure out what person or thing was out there watching her…
“U-uhm, hello???” She finally spoke, getting the stuttering words out her mouth. “..run…run..” Whispered voices were heard in the classroom. Helena had to check it out, so she walked towards where the whispers were coming from, the closer she got the clearer the whispers got. “run…before…too … .late..” She heard them, she was finally able to hear them clearer. She didn’t need to be told twice as she left, as she was halfway near the entrance of the classroom. The door shut.
Leaving Helena all alone, or what she thought she was. She heard silence, there was no noise at all and she became extremely sweaty. Her blood ran cold for a moment and sudden shivers started to appear. “What…who’s there? What are you?” Helena spoke out to the classroom as a flickering in the lights appeared once again. As if it was responding to Helena’s response.
“Run now. You’re not safe. Should’ve listened. You’re in danger.”
The words started to form into a louder voice. “I’m not safe?.. I should’ve listened? To whom!?” Helena was finally able to break the door and run out. She could’ve sworn the shadowy figure was following her until she bumped into Leni.. “watch where ya going dude. Before I give you a knuckle sandwich.” Helena looked up at the figure admiring their presence. “I’M INSANELY SORRY!!” Helena slowly walked away still having goosebumps from the earlier event.
“Helena, Jayla, Alazye!!.. It’s not the time to be sleeping!” Helena stopped her tracks before looking back. “What..? sleeping..?” she then saw the flickering figure. “It’s so…cold” Helena opened her eyes slowly, figuring out why she was in the classroom instead of outside. “What..?” Helena muttered. “You three were all sleeping during class!” Leni said while looking up and down at Helena.
“Sleeping? So it was all a dream..?” Helena replied back to Leni. “Don’t know what you mean but it’s class time! We have to listen to the teacher, remember??” Leni spoke while looking at Ms Thompson, teacher of the class. “Right” Helena then looked at Alazye and Jayla’s horrified faces, so Helena assumed they were all in the same dream.. With the same shadowy figure.
From this day on, The trio started to listen to any teachers that were in front of them. And the so-called bully, Leni was always a straight A student.
Description: This is a suspense story about the MC getting a weird creepy dream, a figure who haunts the MC and her friends for not listening to teachers, i actually hope you enjoy reading this >:3… Im veryveryglad for sharing my suspense idea ;3 !! literary have a great day .
Kia ora ! For this task its about the schoolarship jacket. We learn how a girl goes through a really tough time to earn that exact jacket. First of all, i wrote a version of my own, and wrote a different way of her earning that jacket. Apparently this task was about two weeks ago😓!! so i deeply apologise for the delay. But i finally finished it and thought about posting it :0 !!
Anyways im glad i shared this!!
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Kia ora ! apparently , i recorded and presentated myself , since i lost the recording of me and my partner . This specific presentation is created about facts of sounds . With most of them saying , how sound is made ? All of these sorts of questions mention about sound with how its created ? Anyways , my partner was Tatiana , we both worked together on this presentation for 6 weeks this term . This was actually enjoyable with a bit of hard work that was put into this !
During the 6 weeks , we had to pair up with a buddy , and complete a task that we were asigned to do !
ENJOY :3
These facts explain what Niue is. I wrote these facts from this site here! https://sites.google.com/view/tvnm-niue-language-resource/home?authuser=0
Feel free to visit it!
Why should all New Zealanders learn how to speak Maori? All New Zealanders should understand how to speak Maori. Most schools located in New zealand teach Maori to study and show respect. People protect the language by passing it down to their children. Maori is the official language that most New Zealanders speak.
First of all, Back then, many New Zealand generations didn’t know the Maori language? They didn’t know Maori because of the strict rule that was created around schools. The Maori language was banned from most every school located in New zealand. If kids were to speak Maori during school, it’ll cause the teacher’s to even hit them. So, people around Aotearoa signed petitions to deliver to the government. Saying for schools to teach kids Maori language. In 1975, schools started teaching kids Maori during school.
Secondly, Many New Zealand generations pass down the Maori language to their kids, or even family. They protect the Maori language, to respect, and cherish the language. They also pass the culture down to keep the culture going on for years. Even though some New Zealand generations didn’t know how to speak Maori, families were determined to make them speak Maori.
Lastly, If New Zealanders were to learn Te reo Maori. It’d respect Maori culture. It’ll be great if all New Zealanders learned Maori, and passed it down to their own kids. Besides, if New Zealanders speak Maori, it’ll be considered as a natural thing.
In conclusion, all New Zealanders should all learn how to speak Te reo Maori so we pass down and respect the culture. Many Generations really didn’t know Maori, which is why schools added Maori back. Schools would hit children if they spoke or learnt Maori in school.