The Boomerang bag project was brought to Katikati by Jizzy Green. It is part of a worldwide Boomerang bag campaign to stop the use of plastic bags.
Jizzy is a local environmentalist and teacher. She inspired Room 27 to write to local businesses to tell them about the use of plastic bags and how they can kill sea animals and turtles. We have been making our own bags for other classes to use.
We delivered the bags this week and we hope to see our local community get behind this great project! We need to write more letters now so that other businesses take up the Boomerang challenge!
Let's make Katikati plastic bag free!!
We found a way to make our own bags without sewing!
We had lots of helpers getting the bags into the shops downtown.
The best part of Finlay Park Camp
Me and Matthew had just got off the boat, and were running to the other end of the island. I was a kiwi, and Matthew was a rat. We were playing Animal Survival We went through some mud and got slightly stuck, delaying us. Then we saw some carnivores coming our way, so we jumped into some nearby mud, not knowing how deep it was. We both got stuck, and a wild cat was running towards us. Matthew got out using a log, and the cat got me.
Later on in that activity, Flood had found us and was trying to get us. Matthew was throwing mud balls that deliberately missed. Flood got stuck, then ran away, soon to come back from the other side. He got a plank from the water, and tried to get to us. Hannah, my sister, was on the other side of the island was yelling FIRE, FIRE, FIRE. Matthew yelled FLOOD, FLOOD, FLOOD. Then Fire and Disease came over to try to get us. Then the hunter got Matthew, and they all went away.
Tiwhiri class have been getting to know eight animals that can help us all learn. We call them our dashboard thinking animals. As we drive our own learning they sit on the dashboard of our car and help us to navigate our way to our destination!
We would like to introduce you to some of them:
The End of the Woods
Wooden giants loomed over the camp site, making tall shadows on the grass. The sun disappeared below the motionless horizon. It all grew still and quiet, but one noise still bugged me… breathing.
Though sentences roamed my head, one of them scared me the most, the breathing wasn't mine. Footsteps circled my tent, and then, it stopped. The outline of a person, a man, with a knife. I hid in my sleeping bag, waiting… I heard the tent zip slide down.
By Poppy Carpenter
A soft whistling breeze rustled the autumn leaves, that were sprouting at the top of tall, curved trees, stretched up to the sky. The setting sun cast an eerie glow throughout the forest, sending shivers slowly crawling down my spine.
Realizing my mouth was parched, I opened my backpack in search of my drink bottle. Relief washed over me as my hand grasped its smooth plastic surface. But the feeling was replaced by dismay as I found that it was empty.
By Megan Sushames
The forest was ice cold pitch black. I tiptoed outside my tent, my heart thudding. The silence seemed to swallow me. I glanced over my shoulder, hoping no one would follow me. It looked like I was alone, I wiped my clammy palms against my satin skirt and took a deep breath.
Then I saw them glowing from every corner, like tiny points of light, were pairs of red eyes. Evil eyes. And they were staring right at me. Fear snaked down my spine, but I told myself not to run away I had to go on with this. There was no turning back now.
by Liahona Osman