QP Wearable Arts Group

All through the year, some of the Queenspark students participated in wearable arts. I happened to be one of them. All the guys have worked so hard on their master pieces and finally get to show them off. Yesterday, we did a matinee performance and killed it, it felt amazing! Tonight we also get to do a performance  at the Horncastle Arena. Its quite cool because the Queenspark Kapa Haka group are doing it as well.

Good luck to everyone!   Here is a photo and a video of the Wearable Arts group performing! You all look amazing!

Natasha's Camp Poem

Whizzing down, splashing people as I fly past

As I beat Mr Gordon on the slide he said, "I wasn't trying!" 

Talking to Keria while zooming down 

Everyone sticks their hand out for a high-five

Racing down  at 100km an hour!

Slipping sideways, struggling with my balance

Lying on my back, looking up at the sky above

I put my hands out to stop but the pressure keeps pushing me 

Diving face first

Everyone qued up fighting for the next go!

Natasha's writing

In room 23 we have been focusing on elaborating on our ideas ,use strong verbs,paragraphing,reread work and punctuate .Our teacher showed us a short clip on you tube called The end of the road .Here is my story.Hope you enjoy.

I stear up the windy desart road,putting a little bit of power on the excelerater .The mysterious man check's his old vintage watch ,then folds down his sleeve.Was that your car ? I questioned.I get no replie .He looked at me ,I steared into his vintage pilot goggles. I saw a flash back of a car driving of the dusty ,desert road.I got such a fright that I my self drove of the cliff and plummeted into a little pond.

I'm sitting in this little old vintage car this stranger that picked me up keeps asking me questions, he's annoying me .He asked me was that your car ?" Again I gave no repliy .why would I give my personal

Information away to a stranger?He asked me a another question . Were you in that car? I give no reply but I think in my head time to do what I do best . Murdering.I turn and look at the old man ,he stears deeply into my dark googles . Suddenly we plummeted of the clif and into a little pond.

I'm back on the side of the road not felling guilty at all,I know I was the reson for the crash .But he was getting on my nerves .He asked me questions continually ,like we're you in that car and are you ok and loads of other ones. But I've go to go back to catching a ride . An old farm truck rolled around the corner ... 

By Natasha 😎