Grand Canyon

One day we went on a trip to the Grand Canyon. My mother, father, sister and I finally realised how big and magnificent it really was. We all divided up to look at the great scenery and the area it covered and the shapes and colours of the rocks. My father went south, my mother and sister went east, and I went north to see the jump site of Evil Kneivel. As soon as I got there, it started to rain. By the time I put jacket over my head, it had already seeped through my back. My head and my toes tingled in the ice-cold weather. The thunder booms and the lightening start to burst out like a fork stabbing into the ground. The lightening mustn’t have been that far away, if I saw it two seconds ago, I thought. I started to run back to the caravan, hoping I didn’t get struck by the forceful lightening. My back was getting sore and I had to rest somewhere so that it would heal. I found a rock next to the edge of the chasm. I hid until the rain subsided. I was blocking my ears and waiting in fear. Unexpectedly, a force of wind blew me out from under the rock. I was fighting to keep my balance and withstand the wind. The impressive force of the lightening hit right next to me. Tossing me away with an enormous force. The landing gave me several lacerations. I have a cut on my lower leg, a 10cm cut on my calf muscle, my elbow is grazed and my lower lip is wrecked. I was crawling along the floor to get to our caravan. My parents would be worried and wondering where I was? I was almost there, but somehow this big wave came. It was a Tsunami, coming through the Grand Canyon. The wave is like a massive brick wall that rumbles down the canyon, like an empty stomach, roaring on its way past! Bringing with it, a sea of troubles. What a spectacle! It was coming straight towards me. Bursting with rage. I had to get back to the caravan. I will have to use my last ounce of strength to get to it and I would never give up until I got there. The gigantic wall of water was several kilometres away and it had almost crossed where I had walked. Still crawling, I got to the caravan with an almighty reach. My family was wondering what was going on, until they gazed outside. They started the vehicle and sped to the left of the wave so that we could move to higher ground. The ground shook as the wave moved ever so closer. The fear ran though our bodies. We had almost made it to the high ground, until unexpectedly a rock got wedged in one of the wheels. I volunteered to get it out and I dashed out the door and went around to the wheel and freed the stone.

The Terminal

I enter in silence. All I hear around me is the crying, yelling and the feet of the people passing me by, making their way to the plane. My ears ring as people beside me are pleading loved ones not to go. It’s as though they would never see each other again, in some cases, it really is goodbye for a very long time. The slow droning voice of the person behind the intercom speaks in monotone but giving clear instructions on incoming and outgoing flights. I hear my flight number and I see it presented on the board above me, my heartbeat starts to race as I’m realising I’m about to leave the place I felt comfortable in.

I hear my own feet inching towards the plane. My ears and eyes close up as if I’ve been dunked underwater. I start to feel the cold breeze that passes my face. It chills my body making me feel small and withdrawn to the big task ahead of me. I start to hear things in slow motion as I creep ever so close to the plane. It’s as though something is holding me back. Is it my family, or is it my gut feeling telling me something is going to happen. I hope that I’ve made the right choice. My head is almost filled with regret but I’m almost at the gate. There’s no turning back.

I look to my left and see people crying and smiling for many reasons. I look to my right; peering through the glass of the window. The plane I saw was rocketing down the runway. I felt more nervous then, having thought of everything I’d miss out on here. A message comes over the intercom again informing the passengers of our flight very soon. I’m holding bags in both hands with a backpack strapped behind me. I feel heavy. It’s as though my bag is pulling me down, stopping me from proceeding towards the gate. Its as though it was alive pushing me towards the floor and pinning me down. The feeling subsides and I think about the future that awaits me. The past will still be here. I reach the gate nervously travelling past the guard. I am here an I’m ready. I can do this. Its my future.

A one way trip

Down a chargeless road.

An Exposed road

With cars alongside you.

Easing past, as your head

Fills with stormless thoughts,

And rageless peace.

Drifting slowly down

The widened road,

With no pressure

Know one to set you back.

No road rage is applied.

There is no limit.

Concentrate on the road

nervousness isnt an option

Poems

Love is the greatest feeling, Love is like a play, Love is what I feel for you, Each and every day, Love is like a smile, Love is like a song, Love is a great emotion, That keeps us going strong, I love you with my heart, My body and my soul, I love the way I keep loving, Like a love I can't control, So remember when your eyes meet mine, I love you with all my heart, And I have poured my entire soul into you, Right from the very start.

A gentle word like a spark of light, Illuminates my soul And as each sound goes deeper, It's YOU that makes me whole There is no corner, no dark place, YOUR LOVE cannot fill And if the world starts causing waves, It's your devotion that makes them still And yes you always speak to me, In sweet honesty and truth Your caring heart keeps out the rain, YOUR LOVE, the ultimate roof.

I think that the you tube video that was shown in class was very true. Some people have experienced others who have lied on the internet, met them in person and found that they werent realy the person they were. My comment on this is to take the you tube video advice and not put any personal details on there of yourself for your own safety

Snow White Prequel - Unfinished

Long, long ago, in the wintertime, when the snowflakes were falling like little white feathers from the sky, a beautiful Queen sat beside her window, which was framed in black ebony, and stitched. As she worked, she looked sometimes at the falling snow, wishing and hoping she had a daughter. She helplessly kept sitting next to the window everyday, begging a miracle to bring a daughter, a dear little child as white as the snow, as rosy as blood, and with hair as black as the ebony window frame. The queen was the most beautiful woman in all the land, and very proud of her beauty. She had a mirror, which she stood in front of every morning, and asked mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who in this land is fairest of all? The mirror always said you, my queen, are fairest of all. she knew for certain that no one in the world was more beautiful than her, but there was a young girl beyond the woods named Snow White. She matched the exact description of the queen and he was only five years old. Snow White was so beautiful, that she surpassed even the queen herself with her looks and her gorgeous smile. She lived in a little cottage outside the woods with her grandmother and grandfather. Her mother was lost in the woods two years ago and her father got murdered by a hunstman a few years before the mother.

Tornado

A tornado. Yes. A terrifying tornado. The skies had turned grey. Right before my eyes. Beaming rays of light throughout the slimming skies had taken over. It had been bursting with florescent light that had shone on the earth as beautiful as the flowers in a brightened meadow, until the wind around us intensified, as though it was pulling us with a tight grip. We scrambled back on our hands and knees, slowly inching towards the land rover. Our shirts swayed roughly as the tornado pulled the darkened sky down in a whirlpool like manner, rowdy and unchallenged. I panicked and started to scurry faster. My strength grew weak as my arms got tired and almost gave up. All of a sudden, my friend gets a grip on the land rover, slipping his hand around the back of the tyre. He reaches out for me, reaching further and further. I use my last ounce of strength to reach for his hand. My middle finger brushes his and I keep reaching closer and closer till my fingers reach his palm. I close my hand and secure a tight grip. He pulls me towards the car with all his might. I reach for the tyre with my spare hand. We both pull ourselves up towards the door and slide in. The tornado was flying towards us at a tremendous speed bursting through loose houses and trees, which disintegrated as they swirled around the churning tornado. The car was choking, refusing to turn on in such a dire situation. Tension grew higher between them as they panicked and tug on the key to turn it on as quick as possible. After a few more turns of the key in the ignition, the car started. The car had begun to skid towards the tornado due to the brutal pressure caused by the high winds. The boys instantly switched the gear stick from park to reverse, and then slowly applied pressure to the accelerator. The car idled for a few seconds. It was a rough moment. Not moving. It was as though weights were stuck to the tyres. The only real sounds we could hear were the booming of the torn sky and the revs of the engine cautiously reaching limits of 7000rpm. Tears almost streamed down our faces as our minds were filled with fear. The wind decreased for a moment and we were able to move a short distance to turn the car around. I put the car into drive and thrusted my foot onto the throttle to get us started. We crept forwards at 5km/h. By this time the tornado had bent, fixing its eye on a different area towards the left of us. We started picking up speed. As we departed the tornado, we left with only mere scars in our memory and great appreciation that we made it out alive. The road was smooth from then on. We breathed a huge sigh of relief with our hearts racing a million miles an hour. As we grow old, not one of us will ever forget this day.

The boy in the striped pyjamas

Bruno is a nine-year-old boy growing up in Berlin during World War II. He lives in a five-storey house with servants, his mother and father and 12-year-old sister, Gretel. His father wears a fancy uniform and they have just been visited by a very important personage called the Fury, a pun which adult readers should have no trouble deciphering. As a consequence of this visit, Bruno's father gets a new uniform, his title changes to Commandment and, to Bruno's chagrin, they find themselves moving to a new home at a place called Out-With.

When Bruno gets there he is immediately homesick. He has left his school, his three best friends, his house, his grandparents and the bustling street life of urban Berlin with its cafes, fruit and veg stalls, and Saturday jostle. His new home is smaller, full of soldiers and there is no one to play with. From his bedroom window, however, he notices a town of people dressed in striped pyjamas separated from him by a wire fence. When he asks his father who those people are, he responds that they aren't really people.

Bruno is forbidden to explore but boredom, isolation and sheer curiosity become too much for him. One day, he follows the wire fence cordoning off the area where these people live from his house. He spots a dot in the distance on the other side of the fence and as he gets closer, he sees it's a boy. Excited by the prospect of a friend, Bruno introduces himself. The Jewish boy's name is Shmuel. Almost every day, they meet at the same spot and talk. Eventually, for a variety of reasons, Bruno decides to climb under the fence and explore Shmuel's world.

After some initial tonal clunkiness where you can almost detect the author thinking "how do I write a child", the story is an effortless read that puts you directly into Bruno's worldview. It is elegant story-telling with emotional impact and an ending that in true fairytale style is grotesquely clever.

YO MAMA JOKES!!!!!!

Yo mama so fat, the last time she saw 90210 was on the scale!

Yo Mama so poor when I saw her kicking a can down the street, I asked her what she was doing, she said "Moving."

Your mama so ugly she looked out her window and was arrested for indecent exposure!

Yo mama so stupid that she tried to put M&M's in alphabetical order!

Yo mama so stupid she thinks a quarterback is a refund!

yo mama so stupid she took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.

Yo mama so stupid She went to disneyworld and saw a sign that said "Disneyworld Left" so she went home

CHUCK NORRIS JOKES!!!!!!!

When the boogeyman goes to sleep, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.

Since 1940, the year Chuck Norris was born, roundhouse kick related deaths have increased 13,000 percent

Chuck Norris has already been to Mars; that's why there are no signs of life there.

If you ask Chuck Norris what time it is, he always says, "Two seconds till." After you ask, "Two seconds to what?" he roundhouse kicks you in the face.

Chuck Norris doesn't believe in Germany.

Before science was invented it was once believed that autumn occurred when Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked every tree in existence.

Chuck Noris round house kicked the leaning tower of piza

Superman only has two weeknesses. Kryptonite and a round house kick from Chuck Norris.

Rudolph has a red nose because he got lippy and Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked him across the face several times.

Chuck Norris is the reason Wally is hiding.

The following things i have interests in:

1. Sports
2. Becoming a Gym instructor
3. Leave school at 7th form and go into univesity
4. Study a degree (sports and recreation) at AUT Uni
5. Health science

Sports has always been an interest of mine an i hope i can do alot of things with that area of interest. When i get into university and do a course in sports and recreation i hope to follow diffrent paths to lead me where i want to go.

In order to get into university and apply for that course i must have these:

STANDARD . NCEA
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Numeracy . 14 Credits at level 1 or higher in maths
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Literacy . 4 Credits at Level 2 or higher in Reading
. 4 Credits at Level 2 or higher in Writing
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General subjects . 42 Credits at level 3 or higher,
. Including:
. 14 Credits at Level 3 in each of the two approved subjects
. 14 Credits at Level 3 from no more than two domains . on the NQF or approved subjects