I am a Year 8 student at Saint Patrick's School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 8 and my teacher is Mrs. Dines.
Thursday, 16 March 2017
Thursday, 9 March 2017
Wednesday, 8 March 2017
Technicraft Term 1 Week 6
We are learning to write and share our experiences
Today at Technicraft we cooked up spicy tacos with mild chilli sauce.
My partner, John and I halved the work for me to prepare the meet and tacos while John created the coleslaw.
I heated up the oil and cooked the mince beef halfway, so I could sprinkle some, “Taco Spice Mix,” into the half cooked beef. To balance the spice I added ¼ teaspoon salt or else our tongues would be on fire.
I cooked the beef again and after I was done I decided to help John prepare the coleslaw because he was having trouble understanding the recipe.
At first I, was also confused but after reading it multiple times I managed to get back on track.
I prepared the table to look, “fancy,” because we were marked in this category.
After we ate I saw a nightmare, there was almost an infinite number dishes to be done so I hesitated to wash the, one by one.
Thursday, 2 March 2017
RE: Lent
Sirach 17:20-28
Walht: Reflect and record our interpretation of scripture.
Reflection:
Our sins are not hidden from Christ and we have to be careful about our actions. We need to be sincere in asking for forgiveness from God to strengthen our relationship with him.
Penance is,
Seeking God;s forgiveness - repenting from sin.
When is Lent?
1st of March or the Ash Wednesday
Why is it called Ash Wednesday?
Because God created us with ash and we meet with again
Lent is a time of fasting.
- Fast from impatience
- No put downs
- No pushing or shoving
Ideas for almsgiving
- Give some time to help you parents
- Write to your grandparents
- Learn about CARITAS
- Share your time with someone lonely
Low tides by Sarah Penwarden
Low tide
I walk beside you
Across mudflats in
My blue gun boots,
Over crackling oyster
Shells, green-ribbed pipi,
The traces of wading birds
When the tide is out, What lies exposed :
River threads of mud, old brown stones,
Tiny mussels yet to grow;
My sole prints left
On the ocean’s
bones.
By Sarah Penwarden
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