Senior Syndicate Zoo Trip - Put together by the Media Technology Team

This is a video put together by the Year 7 and 8 Media studies team. 

Winning the Race by Kamaka

The days of my hard training has come to it's fate, my competitors are now my enemies that I fear. My heart pumping with intensiveness and nervousness that I felt that everyone could hear it.
I walked with pride and joy knowing this is the chance of a life time to represent my country New Zealand,that symbolism on my strong healthy body.

I looked up to the people as they cheered my name. Their faces were bright, smiling, and giving me the best wishes that only could be seen in their eyes.
The smell of the stadium was fresh and the air was full of excitement and anti participation who was going to win.

I reached to the rest of the competitors as we prepare ourselves to move to our places to represent first and foremost themselves, their families and their country, so proudly wearing their country's colors.
My heart pumps with excitement and my all my years of training and dedication to the sport that I am truly passionate about. My focus is in automatic gear and I know this is about giving my best.

However negative starts to build up my feelings of fear quickly enter my thoughts which surrounding within the dark images in my head. I quickly pushed that to the pavement and regained the positive affirmation that recorded in my head "Go hard or Go Home" it echo severals time to enable myself to come back  "I don't have time or the place for this I was born to run and running is what I am doing right now.

I am representing my country, as I echoed this my National Anthem played as the singing from the audience rang through my head and I knew from that point that they were here for me yes Me, they believed in me and they were here to show their support our Country, which I am representing, my emotions grew and I knew that I was here to WIN.

The race is on and I got myself mentally and physically ready.
All the competitors were on their running blocks as we could feel each other heart beat with nervousness.
The officials were ready to trigger their pistol, and suddenly they was huge bang in the air.
We ran as fast as we could I could hear myself breathing in and out slowly and other competitors were losing their breathing stances which slowed them down.
I quickly concentrate on myself, feeling empowerment that I was the only person running in this competition, my voice in my mind spoke to me so loud that it shut out the crow I ran my hardest to the finish line and I made
it, I did not stop running, the officials came running after me to give me first place.
I looked into the audience and shouted "I made it".

The End

My Experience Cooking fried Eggs by Chasity

After school today, I decided to make me some Fried Eggs. It was really scary because I was going to stand right next to a hot burning stove and be holding a pan with eggs in it. I started off with cracking the eggs and pouring the yoke into the pan. That was easy until, I had to wait until the eggs were cooked. Now that was the hardest part, I didn't know whether it was ready or not. So I asked my nan if she could help me a little bit. Next the eggs were ready I got a spatula and picked up my egg, Plunk it went as it hit the plate. Now it was time to eat. 

The Last Moment of a Tiger's Life by Caprice

This is my Zoo Trip Narrative I worked on and put my heart into. Be sure to leave me some comments about my work! That include FF and FB!

My orange striped fur slowly peeled off my back as I walked into the jungle, feeling defeated and exhausted. The scars still existed on my body. The sacrifices I made, the lives I killed. Blood dripped from my mouth to the dirt. I had then realised that what I had done was wrong. But I can’t help it when I’m hungry. Turning around helplessly hoping and hoping that another animal of my kind would just turn up and become friends with me. To take me with their family and to love me like I am one of theirs. As far as I could see, no animal in this jungle would ever want to take me in.

It all began on one stormy, windy, coastal, drizzly night. My mother had gone out to hunt for me. To feed me. I was only a young cub back then. The storm was so strong, it picked me up and drew me to somewhere unexpected. I landed in huge bones faced upside down, sharp points first. One of the bones dug into my side and I was unaware of where I was. I roared as loud as I could but it was unable to reach my mother. I heard her calling me. I tried to call back. But I wasn’t loud enough. I felt a surge of water pushing out of my eyes. The deafening sound of silence made it completely eerie in my ear. I had a feeling I was in extreme trouble. I heard cries of other animals stranded with me. I was in so much pain. I swaggered, limping trying not to put all my weight onto my back leg which was where the pain was located at. I was starving. Desperate to find food.

A strange looking thing was moving towards me. Making a loud irritating sound which was a sound unfamiliar to me. It was noisy with no legs. It had four big round things which was making it move. I saw a human pop it’s head out of the thing with a long, black, scary looking stick. Then all of a sudden the stick exploded with an almighty thunderous noise. Fire had come out of the stick. Spreading smoke all over the place. Something hit me like a pain I’ve never felt before. A deep fire started up in my leg and as I look down, there was a big hole with blood gushing out of it. I looked in disbelief! Shocked at what had happened. But the thing is, what did happen? What hit me? I tried to run as fast as I could but I was in  severe pain.This was pain I had never felt before. I wanted to stop but my conscious was telling me to keep going. My heart was pumping out of my chest. My eyes were popping out their sockets. I was in trouble.

Finally as I stopped running, I saw a field with long grass. I ran to to grass and laid my leg down. All the gushing, gloomy blood was calming down. All of a sudden, I felt dizzy and everything around me was going clockwise and my focus was out of control. Blinking more than 10 times every second, they began to close slowly.

Pfft, I was lying there. Eyes closed, mouth shut, no breaths coming out of my mouth. A couple of hours  later I woke up in the same place. I said to myself  “Tiger with a coat of dissimilar stripes, when he’s angry, tiger swipes. Tiger cautious, guarding his lair. Danger lurking, tiger aware. Tiger hungry, so he hunts. Tiger quarry, tiger confronts. Tiger waiting, being sly. undercover, no tiger espy. Tiger detects now he purrs. Hunger pangs, tiger stirs. Tiger quick, must now surprise. Here we have on tiger, wise. Tiger from his throat he roars. Stretching out those tiger claws. Tiger moving stealthy pelt. Expiration, by tiger dealt. Tiger now belly filled. Anger passed, on tiger stilled. Tiger sleeping with the pride. Craving gone tiger satisfied. Tiger such a majestic sight. Near

extinction, tiger fights. Tiger beautiful and so fine. Tiger we must have respect. For your great tiger intellect.”

Looking around me, seeing blur. Trying to figure out what to do. I swipe my eyes, poking one of them. Rub them until I can see clearly. My eyes ached as I blinked. My muscles were stiff. Lurking around trying to deal with my aching eyes, I saw a water fountain. I slowly used my arms to push my body up. I reached my feet. Feeling my eyes getting better, I carefully walked to the water fountain as I was desperate for a drink. I licked the sweet tasting water as some of it dropped from my mouth back into the fountain. Ahh. At last a refreshing taste of sweetness. The crisp taste of the water clicked my leg and began to heal. Seconds later, my leg was about to be better. I was so so hungry. I needed food. I saw something move in the bushes as I put my head up. Bending my back down, keeping my head up, waiting for the right moment to attack. A gust of wind passed through me. It was telling me to wait for the right moment. Finally, the right moment was here and I was ready to attack. Scratching my mouth open and roaring it loudly, I ran towards the bushes and slammed my mouth shut, chewing on the delicious meat that was caught in my teeth! Satisfied I was. Delicious I said. After my massive meal, I saw a concrete pathway that I followed. It lead me here! To the forest.

Now I feel exhausted and defeated, I may lay my head down and never open my eyes again! Goodbye my fellow friends, I will see you in a while!

The Elephant Circus Show Disaster by Deandra

Look at the photo. Write to describe the moment in time it shows.

Four mischief elephants take the stage, all of them looking at the wide and open audience. The elephants hear no sound from the audience’s mouths nor smell the sweet scent of candy floss flushing down the human’s throats, but the elephants can touch, and feel the ground beneath them while their odd shaped bodies walk heavily towards the steel iron stools that the trainers use for their performances.

The four elephants don’t like it in their positions of doing little tricks for their master’s amusement but they have no choice other than to be cut from the circus and their own lives. I find it sad, cruel and terribly miserable that such peaceful and graceful animals are treated the way they are.

But when I saw them perform I felt astonished to find myself, hear their whispering cries for help,  see in their tired and exhausted eyes the pain they were feeling for not obeying the trainers orders, feel the kind of sympathy I had for them, taste the feeling of selfishness that the ringmaster was lacking, most of all smell the revolting scent of greed, and ice hearted  people surrounding the poor animals with satisfaction, and perfection.

The last scene I saw of the Circus was when the elephants had made their exit, but instead of walking in a straight line out of the enormous tepee they all kind of staggered towards the exit where one of them had fell on purpose because she was in so much pain and she was under so much stress, that even I could hear her saying to me

“PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY!”

“PLEASE STRANGE LITTLE GIRL!”

But the minute I leaned over to help her trainers who had no sympathy for her grabbed a figure and one whack of the sharp, silver, nasty claw stick to end her life.

Winning by Tupou

The time has finally come to show the world what I have. Standing in the middle of the field in front of camera’s and thousands of fans is making me nervous. All I feel is fear crawling down the back of my spine making me terrified whether I will lose or win for my country.  As I was rubbing my hands together with the chalk I took a quick view around the whole stadium. I could hear all my fans cheering go Tupou go. I can smell people eating hot-dogs from the hot-dog stand near the entrance, then I finally look back down.

I dragged my feet across the ground walking towards the throwing path. I scooped up the shot into my palm and held it tightly. I got everyones attention they all went quiet.

I stood back and threw the shot with all of my strength. I closed my eyes for a second and thought I had lost. Right then I could hear people cheering so open my eyes and had realised I had won.

Descriptive Writing Practice by Mavis

Today in class we had to choose a photo to describe I chose a photo with elephants this picture is described by the instructor's point of view ( my point of view.)

I hope you'll enjoy reading my story below:

Desperation was leaking from the audience. Pouring into the heart of magic. Reviving a spark in the roaming eyes of the elephants. Their eyes slightly drowning in the anxiety of hearing two simple words. This feeling is impossible to replace. Ice erupts in my spine triggering a hollow and deep pit in my stomach. Hoping my that I could turn away from the prying eyes.

Literally time freezes Drip...drop...drip..drop...drip...drop..drip...drop.My ears perk at the sound of tapping footstep suddenly followed by flip flop of a woman’s high heels. Her 10 carrot diamond earrings dancing echoing through a long midst of silence. Suddenly a haunting melody envelops me the music makes a quick firm grip onto my ears and as fast it appeared it vanished into the ghostly silence.

The aftertaste of sweat is revolting especially when it slowly trickles into your mouth. My tastebuds whispering to me “Disgusting” I throw a peanut in mouth it was a million times more satisfying then a river of sweat. I swallowed my tongue was craving for more tasty food something better then sweat with a side of peanuts crawling down my throat.

Flickers of light poisoning the blank ground. Everything's a parade now. People are starting to get really comfortable but that's not all I can see the colourful lights are taking over the show. The crowd was still leaning forward. Their eyes perked. The mouth on the verge of opening up to scream. The elephants waiting patiently for my magic words

“NOW GO!”

“NO

Descriptive Writing Practice by Renee

We waited patiently for hours, I could hear people talking in frustration . I walked up and down, side to side just to figure out something to do, as I was walking, my nose seem to detect a smell, a smell that was nice and yum. I couldn't just sit there and let the smell come to me, plus my taste buds was dieing in hunger because I didn't even get to eat, ever since we came, so I followed it as I was walking the smell seem to get bigger and bigger. My eye vision seem to get worse, it’s like I was seeing people as candy, I even nearly eat a little girl, which I thought was candy cotton, but it’s not . It must be my hunger and thirst, and up to a point that I found where the smell came from. That nice yummy smell was popcorn with melted butter on top. My mouth was getting watery, luckily I got five dollar that my uncle gave. I reach into my pocket, it was cold and dry. I got the five dollar bill, the five dollar bill felt a little bit wet, because I had it 2 weeks ago and, it went to the washing in my jeans. I gave the shopkeeper the money and he gave me a bag full of popcorn. I went back to where everyone was waiting for the fireworks display. I got there and was in time for the display. Up go the fireworks and different colours appeared. I ate my popcorn, it had a delightful taste and it made me want to go buy some more.

Descriptive Writing - The Circus by Chasity

The Circus

blood flows through my veins up my spine and the cycle starts all over again. Four of us wait for the applause to stop, then the instructor A.K.A - Trainer graves his whip and instructs us to walk over towards the audience and make a loud noise (Which means in my calculation. Blowing their heads off.) I take a deep breath, hoping I won’t die. I let out a big noise. Children cover the ears because of loud surroundings booming in their head. I have five more..... wait two... no wait...... no seconds left. “Times Up!” A voice spoke.

I could feel the cold icy air tremble up my spine, (Even though I don’t have one). The four of us did many tricks to entertain the audience. I feel a painful pain on my left side, from one of those hard slaps from the trainers, telling me to hurry up. (Well it’s obvious that they're telling me to hurry because I'm too slow for their speed.) I think to myself: Well guess I ain't going to go faster because this is as fast as I can.

The other three elephants do many tricks, I can see them struggling through half of them, while I'm doing the best I can. The taste of candy floss in the air wanting me to just take a few bites of it. But no, I can’t muck around now because the show is almost over and I don’t want to lose my chance in being in the circus with many other animals.

I can see the instructor giving a fearful look, as if he is the boss, but he isn't. I carry on and look over the other side.The other elephants look as though they’re going to go to sleep. The instructor instructs us to sit down on the chairs, that were provided for us. The audience applause.

Now the show has ended, I can now sit down and relax.

Today we were given photos. We had the oppotunity to choose our own picture instead of the teacher to write about. This was a practise for tomorrows real writng test (Descriptive)

World War 2: Elephants vs Serval cats by Chasity

World War 2 Begins.....

Darkness  over castered the night as world war 2 started. The great war between two tribes, the elephants and the serval cats began. This took place when an elephant discovered it’s prey the serval cat. Bones, flesh and blood splattered everywhere with no warning as the chief of his own tribe stood on his victim. The war against a chief of elephants and a serval cat which was chief of his own kind began and lasted for many, many years.

Many animals that weren't involved in this war were either killed or tortured for their entire life.I remember when I was a young cub. I remember just lying in my giant hole waiting for the war to stop. But it never ended it kept going.  I could hear my Mother's voice in the distance. Screaming for her life. I cried and cried but no - one could hear me. I was frightened for my life, No one was there to protect me, just myself.

War was still on, Elephants and serval cats were still fighting. You could see the bones and flesh of innocent ones that had nothing to do with this war. Planes passed by dropping bombs, leaving smoke in the air. Elephants ate their enemies, enjoying the episode of eating. I turn my tiny little head towards the right finding 5 serval cats dead, So far the elephant tribe is winning which is a reasonable explanation.

I don’t know whether to move because I’m afraid that the serval cats will find me and eat me for their dinner. I make a  decision and slowly creep across the valley, looking behind me at the same time. Luckily no predator can hear my little feet creeping across. I find a safe place to hide in till morning.

The beaming sun rays from the sun spark my eye’s, telling me to awake. My eye’s slowly open. So far their are only 10 - 11 animals left suffering in the burning hot sun . Looking around I see those who contributed in this war and who, who started it.

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