Marc Chagall

 Marc Chagall

He was born as a Jewish-Russian.

Born on 6 July 1887 and died on 28 March 1985.

The type of art he was most interested in was Jewish art combined with Chrstian that included his painting, drawings, book illustrations, stained glass, stage sets, ceramics, tapestries and fine art prints.

He lived near the city of Vitebsk with his family in Liozna and was the oldest out of his 9 siblings.

Marc had lived in New York but never learnt English. It took him 30 years to learn bad French but never wanted to try English. This would have made his life difficult living in New York.

This piece of art is on the ceiling of Garnier Opera in Paris.

I would love to have this painting from Marc Chagall because it reminds of all those reigning monarchs in the 1800s dancing in a ball with the princesses.

The Giraffes

 Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop... A giraffe walked out. Another one pops out... Even more come. They walk into the hallway. A giraffe spots a camera supervising them. It pokes out its tongue. A tower of giraffe make their way up the ramp. The giraffes follow each other, one by one. Does it sound like freedom? The tower of giraffe show no emotions. It seemed as if they have been locked away for years.

Making meaning of the Advent symbols in the summer

Born To Run - Peter Snell

Alma

Alma writes her name on the chalkboard with the names of all the children that went missing. She was wandering around her town with snow on the ground, unaware of the doll in the window. It looks just like her. In excitement she ran to the door. The door wouldn’t budge. As her anger grew she threw a snowball at the door. The door creaked open slightly to the point where the girl showed no sign of fear but excitement. There was a thump on the floor, Alma looked back in the direction of the window but the doll had mysteriously disappeared. 

Alma notices all of the dolls, they look very creepy. She becomes spooked by this boy doll who rides along with his toy bike to the door. It seemed like he was trying to escape but rather the door closed with a thump. The bike bumped into the door and Alma showed no emotion. 

As her eyes turned and found the doll she had been looking for, she climbed onto a couch and reached out for it. Her eyes grew wide wondering what would happen if she touched the doll. As she touched the nose of the doll, her memory distorted into the body of a doll. She scanned the room with a dodgy movement from her eyes, breathing heavily, afraid. The dolls were all looking at her. 

Alma awoke in her bed in the morning. She went to check her mum and dad’s room if there was anything strange. Her house didn’t seem to have any weird unordinary stuff. She shrugged it off, it was just a dream. She decides to never write her name on a chalkboard… just in case. 

Grid Map

 

I chose Melbourne for my Grid Map and wrote questions on the next slides. My partner answered them, we learned about the compass direction as well!

Aroha's Way

 Aroha's parents fighting in the living room, everyday. She starts getting lonely and getting distant from her parents. She cries endlessly in bed, paranoid that her parents will divorce. She thought to herself "What should I do?" She was depressed. She didn't tell her friends about her family problems, she didn't have the guts to. She was afraid of getting a growling from both of her parents, Aroha spends most of her time in the backyard listening to her favourite song and drifts off to sleep.

Aroha continued to  experienced the sadness from her parents, it was a pain in a neck for her. All she could do is sit in her bed and cry. In her school her friends would notice her being sad and needed space. All her friends gathered around her saying "you know you can always talk to us about your problems that you're always sad about." Aroha was surprised from her friends saying that. Eventually she ended up telling her problems to them.

After school, her mum picks her up from school, she tells her mum to go to the living room to discuss something important. Once they were home, she told both of them she was suffering with their fights and how they needed to stop it. Her paranoia grew wide thinking what her parents would say. Thankfully, they also had been suffering from other things, they were stressed about their difficult jobs and how they needed things that were important. The next day she felt relieved and happy. She went to her backyard to find her friends in disarray. They said "We're sorry we didn't know you were sad but we're also happy that you told them." She hugged them and played games, she's feeling happy and joyful.

The Difference Between Australia and New Zealand's Food Chain

Australian possums have more predators and natural hazards so there are fewer of them than in NZ where they have no predators.

What is Prayer - Padlet

The Cloak of the Unknown

Yesterday, for Drama we began a study on Rapunzel. Instead of reading the story we had to design an article to support a 10 second drama around different artifact associated with the Fairy Tale. The artifact consisted of: a black cape, bird/nest necklace, padlock and key and lastly a crown. Here is the article my group constructed around the artifact our group chose.

5 Finger Prayer

Multiplication Pixel Face

Room 8 students had a mathematics contest, we all had 177 questions

that would soon form into an emoji. I think that this was the 

best way to re-cap on our mathematics multiplication

Thank you so much anonymous! 

The Tale of Two Mindsets by Tom Foolery

My Why Poem

"I am the Gate" - R.E.

My Digital Map :D

 

NZ Santa

Replicate Drawing of Tuapaia's Drawing

A Memory

My memory is when I first went to Sylvia Park. The atmosphere was different . It felt like freedom from my home. When I stepped in, it was filled with people. I smelt strong perfume when I walked to the food court with my friends. When we were there I smelt steamed buns, a juicy patty topped with cheese sauce and lettuce. I couldn't resist the smell of it.

My friend came back with the McDonald's. I went straight for it and bit it. The crispy fries sprinkled with salt and ketchup. I ate them, it was so yummy. My friends and I went to a clothing store. I couldn't remember the name but it looked like the same clothes from my house but they were expensive.

Mask

On Tuesday we had a drama session with Stacey. We did a mask poem where we had to sit in a circle, write our idea on a piece of paper and pass it on to the next person to write on. We had to choose different lines of ideas from everyone, cut them out and re-design a poem using them. We attached the lines to a big piece of paper to share with the whole class. You can see my group poem above to the right.

BLOG PROFILE 2020

Kia ora, My name is Mo’onia and I am a Yr 8 attending St Patrick’s School. I am in Room 8, and I am 11 years old. I am Tongan. I have 2 brothers making me the middle child. My family do their best to educate me.  My goal for this year is to study hard just like what my dad says. I am planning to go to McAuley High school after I graduate from St Patricks. 

This might be my last year but at least I will have fun this year. My hobbies are participating in any sport such as soccer, netball, drawing art like Gacha Life characters and I also like to play Ball Tiggy with my closest friends. I like drinking fizzy drinks : ) My favourite colours are Pastel Yellow and White. That’s all the information I have for you so I hope this year will be fun!

Reading Journal February 2012

Euphrasie Barbier R.E.

Image Attribution

Room 8 2020

This year was a good year without some of our old year 8's. I am happy and sad at the same time because my friend Cherry Anne had to go. But at least we still get one year though. My friends and I were so happy to meet each other in real life because I miss being in this school and I still do! Even if I graduate in this school I'll visit sometime. When I came late to my school. I really thought it would be a bigger class but nahhhh, we ended up having less students, but it was good because we are now turning into the most quietest class ever! (unlike last year) 

Despite all the horrible actions,fights,dramas,rumors,gossips last year with the old year 8's we still had some good times.. and I will always treasure that.