Aroha's Role on the Wall

What were the external factors that affected the way Aroha felt on the inside? How was she able to cope with the fears that tied her where she stood? It took us a few days of discussion and a few colour changes of pastel, to lay it all out---giving us the language we needed to express ourselves through 'Aroha' and the written word.

The darker written words are the negative forces and feelings while the bright colours are the positive forces and more optimistic feelings. 

Giselle reads her poem and the class gasps...

 

Aroha's Unique Way

 Unique 

In a world where I live, perfection is all it is

Beautiful white smiles, no hair looking wild

All boys slick hair and games

All girls dressing the same

Everyone being perfect and pleasant  

but no one is

being who they are and different

but

I stand up and try to be different 

put uniqueness in peoples

hearts

but just one look 

the protest starts

A world against one

 I close my eyes and give up

that one heart is now done

she becomes the same just like all

a perfect world with no one appalled

walking home her smile dropped, her heart broken down and popped

she rips the bows off her hair, wipes off the make up with her tears

looking at the mirror she sees the girl she once was

her heart had that little warm fuzz

the next morning

she wore what she wants she didn't dress the same 

  like a type of font

Once again its a world against one

she looks at all and says

you don't have to be perfect and the same

the world looks at me with so much shame

but Aroha knows

she doesn't need a tweak she's perfect the way she is and 

she is

UNIQUE

By Giselle

(a poem in response to Aroha's Way and our work with 

Te Rito Toi)

      

Role on the Wall

 After two weeks studying 'Mophead' by Selena Tusitala Marsh Rm 8 were able to develop a Role on the Wall looking at the 'before and after' changes that took place for Selena. Those outside influences that shaped her into the awe-inspiring Poet Laureate she is today... those influences that allowed her to believe in herself and to know it is OK to be different!  

Roneeza's Diary entry...

This is a piece of writing in the form of a diary entry based on a book called Mophead by Selina Tusitala Marsh

Dear Diary,

My gosh, I hate the kids at my school. I want to ask my parents if I could move schools but they'll ask why. I don't want them to get involved with all the bullying happening outside of home. It's annoying... Oh no, mum said the principal had called her to say that we had to go back to school and have a Restorative Justice meeting, whatever that means... We were the first to arrive. A few minutes of waiting later my bully (the one whose patronised me the most and the longest and says the meanest retorts) comes in with her parents and sits across from us. My bully and I made eye contact, and just when I thought someone was about to speak, the principal opened her office door, welcomed both families, thanked us for coming to the meeting, and invited us inside her office. It was pretty cramped and the cold, dense atmosphere made me feel like a person diagnosed with claustrophobia. Then the Restoration Meeting began... My parents and I have jut come back from the extremely long meeting. When I first heard about the meeting I had thought my bully (Regina George) had made up another lie so that the principal could tell my parents about it, but, no. I later found out we were there to discuss the bullying that's been going on. We talked and I shared about my experiences I've had with the countless bullying. The pair on the other side of the room apologised on behalf of her daughter, and then she apologised. I accepted their apology, but didn't forgive them. I don't think I'm ready to forgive Regina and the rest of her followers yet. Until next time, dear diary... 

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Fluffy Egg Nest

Today at Tech we continued our quest to make the best breakfast! Today not only looked delicious but smelt divine!