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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Friday, August 14, 2020

Lemon Power

Lemon Power

Voltage:

Voltage is the pressure from an electrical circuit's power source that pushes charged electrons (current) through a conducting loop, enabling them to do work such as illuminating light. In brief, voltage = pressure, and it is measured in volts (V).

Current

An electric current is a flow of electric charge in a circuit. More specifically, the electric current is the rate of charge flow past a given point in an electric circuit. The charge can be negatively charged electrons or positive charge carriers including protons, positive ions or holes.

Aim:

To create voltage out of a lemon.

Method:

  • Roll the lemon out so the inside is liquidy
  • Stick a piece of zinc and copper into the lemon
  • Connect the lemon up to a voltmeter

Results:




Discussion:
When we rolled the lemon we made the inside liquidy.  We tried it with one lemon then we moved it to a whole bunch of lemons.  When we rolled it we made a whole lot of acidic acid inside the lemon.  This was then converted to a voltage.  When we connected all the lemons which made 2.3 voltage.

Conclusion:
This was fun and I had learnt how lemons have voltage.  This was a fun and different experience.  I would like to do this again and when I do I would want to try it with a different fruit.  To see which fruit has the most voltage. :)

Monday, May 13, 2019

The Two Diary's

This is the photos I wrote about.
Every Friday most of the classes get together and do multiple things.  One of the tasks we do together is Creative Writing.  We had to write about the picture that was given to us.  Here is my story:









Diary 2019
It was the year 2019 when life was like a dream.  We had hard earnt money.  We also have different gadgets such as PlayStations, Flat screens, Laptops, iPhones, Samsungs and much more!  I lived in a small place in New Zealand called Akaroa.  It was a beautiful place with a heart-stopping view.  Light blue ocean and golden grass.  It creates a perfect view.  It was like a dream come true.

Diary 2029
It was the year 2029.  The world was best described as madness,  the population grew tremendously. There were people starving on the streets.  The government did not care at all,  his only interests were himself.  We worked day and night and still got nothing.  It was as God abandoned us and left our bodies to rot.  All that was beautiful became ugly.  The sun hadn't been seen since 2020.  It had been covered by clouds.  We had all forgotten what peace felt like.  It was a nightmare seeing children die from starvation.

Monday, March 19, 2018

I AM...

My I AM POEM

I AM LASA
I am a Sporty Tongan Boy.
I wonder if I am good enough to play for the Tongan rugby team.
I hear the sounds of the whistle.
I see the try line ahead.
I want to claim the victory.
I am a Sporty Tongan Boy.
I pretend I am the best.
I feel all alone.
I touch the grips of the ball.
I worry if we win.
I cry for a win.
I am a Sporty Tongan Boy.
I understand our fails.
I say “Let’s move on”.
I dream of playing for Tonga.
I try to be the best.
I hope that one day all my hard work would pay off.

I am a Sporty Tongan Boy.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

The Dream Giver

W.A.L.T rewrite what we have seen


It was the dawn of night when everyone is as quiet as a cat hunting for food.  He inhaled (breathing) then exhaled then looked upon the star’s, they are like nothing he has have ever seen before they bloomed in the dark night.  

He was doing his normal job, as normal but he was dressed as he came from the dirty streets.  He wore a rack as pants and goggles so no one got blind when they looked at him.  His hair, wait he has no hair that is what scares me the most.  His name was the Dream Giver a.k.a Bob.

He opened the door slightly to make sure no one was awake, they were all sound asleep.  He plunged his sack full of eggs on Jake’s bed.   There he was dreaming, giving, loving and many more to the children.  

While he was relaxing he did not notice that there was a book next to Jake’s bed, so while he was asleep he kicked an egg off the bed and it cracked open on the boogie man (book). Bob’s nemesis a.k.a Boggie he was the nightmare giver.  All was lost as they all had nightmare’s.

It was up to  Bob to stop them...




Friday, August 18, 2017

The Day Electronic's save the day.

The Day Electronic's save the day.

I was a man, the man who sails to India, Somalia and many more different countries in a slow, boring cargo boat. They call me Speedster because when I was behind the wheel I was really fast and because I make irritating car noises when I think that we are going fast.   I loved the sea because it shone like a gem shining in the dark and the sun brighter every time it got closer to me.


I thought how can my life get better or should I say worse. I saw pirates boarding the ship so I went as fast as I could to the emergency button.  But it was too late because they had already reached me.


“Hand it over now. I am the captain and you’re an ugly nerd.  Now hand the hat and the key” said the pirate.  He hit the emergency button without even knowing. “Haha” I laughed as he has just made a mistake.  “Bye Bye Captain.” I said


About one minute after robots came out extinguishing every pirate that they saw.  They told the captain (pirate) to look out the window and saw his fellow’s he had been scared to death with and had a horrified face to come with it. Then he returned the key and the hat immediately to me the end.

I think that this piece of writing is really good and hope you will enjoy reading it just saying click below to watch the video.


Friday, June 23, 2017

The Cloud Made Of More


This story is about a cloud made of more this cloud isn't ordinary and if you read the story you will know WHY.

Friday, May 5, 2017

The life that wonders in letters.





Welcome back to another blog post.  On this blog post I am going to be telling you a story in the world war.  This story that I made up was a story about letters that the dad had sent them.  This story is meant to put you in the eyes of the boys that were reading the letters.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The Present


W.A.L.T:  Write a narrative



Success Criteria
I know I will be successful when….

  • The title is suitable for the text.
  • The orientation tells who the story is about, and when and where the story happened.
  • The complication describes a problem and explains what happened next.
  • The resolution explains how the problem was solved.
  • Seeks feedback and makes changes to texts to improve clarity and meaning.

In Ako Ngatahi we had to write a narrative about a video. It was about a boy opening a present that was a dog with three legs. Here is the video of the present. I hope you enjoy my story.
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Hello my name is Lasa, I am a professional gamer, I spend all my time playing game on my xbox 360. When out of nowhere there was my Mum just came walking through the door holding a box coming towards me.  Umm, did I do something wrong, In my head I started listing all the bad things that I did then she said I have a present for you I calmed down and gently opened the box seeing a dog in there.  It was blonde it was fluffy and it had blue eyes.  I said “Wow how awesome!” when I saw that he only had three legs “ugh.” so I threw him away from me I can’t believe you’ve done this Mom I said in a pissed off voice.  

Then I went back on my x line 360 later, Suddenly my dog ran to me acting all innocent and cute so I kicked him away saying why should I have someone as dumb as you.  Then he spotted a ball and woofed all the way there when he got there he ran and smashed himself against the wall “ha ha”.  

He finally got the ball and gave it to me I kicked it away with no interest in the dog he ran up and down left, right and then got the ball and gave it to me, feeling kinda cool and it was awesome because he was clumsy feeling sorry and saying I am very sorry for how I treated you I hope we can be best friends until we die . I grabbed the ball  and my crouches because of my left leg so when I got outside and shouted to my mum saying “we will be outside” then threw the ball as far as I could.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

My First Draft Lost Lunch

W.A.L.T recall  events through the eyes of an animal.                                                                                        


Success Criteria
I know I will be successful when my recount has a
  • Title
  • Orientation:  When? Who? Where? Why?
  • Sequence of events:  What happened? Describe using the senses (hear, taste, see, smell and feel).

First draft
Lunch lost.(crocodile)


I was swimming in the nice bright day.  I was just sitting down as the birds were cleaning my jaws for a snack.  I was bored so then I ate the bird it tasted great I was still hungry.  After a while I swam to shore looking for something to eat luckily I saw a small herd of buffalo’s.  But I saw lions too with mouth feasting jaws  ready for a daylight snack.  The herd got closer and closer to the lions.  Then they leaped and grabbed the calf so then I swam like a missile up to shore and then I launched myself like a bullet suddenly SNAP! The calf with a thundering noise went MOOOOOO It was like a game of tug of war it wasn't fair as they had five against me I holded on like a shark holding on to human flesh. OH NO! As I dropped the calf and lunch was finished I was hungry for the rest of that day. I can still smell the blood of the calf in my mouth and I was hungry for the rest of that day

Now I am really angry and ferocious that I lost my early dinner who knows I might come back and eat you tomorrow.  

By Lasa

Monday, May 2, 2016

The life in WW1.

W.A.L.T describe what life was like for men and women in WW1 through a diary entry.

17th September 1917

The war is terrible because we have to dig trenches day and night. It is frustrating because of the rocks, rats and flies.  It is really hard to sleep because it is really hard to know what is going to happen tomorrow. I was wrong, the paradise and the adventure that I was planning turned into the worst months of my life.  All of the time when we were going to war, the commander shouted out “Go go go”. But it is the worst, but the men are brave as a lions, strong as a gorillas and fast as a cheetahs! We will survive.  
Two days ago I made a friend called Max, and we always play, Who can catch the most  rats? It was awesome at first, but when you keep on playing it you can get bored.  Then he died. If I see his family, I will say that he was a brave warrior.
The food is horrible, stale and moldy. Some of them are getting cigarettes and smoking everyday and that is making them really sick.  Sometimes I hear loud bangs and booms. Crack goes the rifle. I am really frightened. It’s hard to have a good sleep.

Yours sincerely

Atalasa