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Thursday, 1 June 2017

Huriata - That Sugar Film Pt. 1

Huriata - Whakataukī o te wiki T2W5 - Reading/ Writing

About Me Collage - Technology - Huriata



This was from last week, when miss Ferguson (our next rotation teacher) told us to make a collage of things that describe "ME".

Fale - Samoan Language Week - Huriata


Me

My Cyber Smart Reflection With Constable Taina - Huriata

My cybersmart reflection

What did you learn from constable taina?

Pedophiles and molesters get fined $50,000 and time in jail -  for forceful or inappropriate actions/ rape on younger people.

What am I going to change about myself online??

I guess I have to change my settings (e.g: facebook, other things) to private/ friend, but otherwise I’m pretty safe - I don’t talk to random people (of who I don’t know) It’s usually someone introducing me to their people (ROBOTS) I don’t like that though I usually block that friend anyways hahahahahahhahaha. I don’t give out useful information that could lead someone to me, it’s humble information.


WALT not do dumb things on the internet.

I don't see what's wrong with posting this reflection - miss Aireen said it was personal but to me it's just facts that you guys should be aware of. I'd hope you take some of my actions - as to block or report anybody that may be a threat to you. Best of luck!!

Saturday, 27 May 2017

My Favorite Cultural Food - Personal - Huriata



FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOR EVER!! I just started this today. It was a task that was supposed to be done on Friday, when Miss Aireen was our teacher for the afternoon. This is actually a group task but nobody knew what food to do it on - and seeing as nobody liked Mussel and Oyster chowder, I decided to just do my own. I started this task because I was bored, and this required me to talk about my favourite cultural dish. Not so hard. The reason I like this is because when ever we went to some sort of Maori occasion, I only ate mussel or oyster chowder. You see, when I was young I wasn't fond of "boil up" or "hangi" so I spent my time sitting on the steps with a mouthful of fry bread that had been dipped in the chowder inside my little plastic cup. It brings back so many memories, sad and happy.