Kakapo 2015

Friday, June 12, 2015

Andrew Chinn Visit

On Tuesday we had a visit from Andrew Chinn.

He is an Australian Christian song writer and we

sing his songs in school masses. In the evening

he did a performance with us.

Trip To Naenae Pool

On Tuesday we took the train to Naenae pool

for an EOTC activity. When we got there, there

was a lot of inflatables that the pool staff kindly

pumped up for us. We were also allowed to use

the zoom tube and some students even

convinced Mr.Sah to go down it. Overall

a lot of people enjoyed the day!

Sacred Heart Feast Day 2015

Last Friday we went to Sacred Heart Thorndon

for Sacred Heart feast day. We enjoyed an hour

long mass before going up to the school receiving

cupcake cups and meeting the students. After

that we went to Hutt Indoor sports and enjoyed

5 different sports.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

This week in Kakapo class we have been writing letters.
We had to write 3 letters about us being the person, the
first one with us training in Egypt and hearing a rumour
about going to Gallipoli. The second one about being in
Gallipoli and it been horrible and the last one from letter
writing informing your mum that you died! Below is a
letter written by Hinemoa about being at Gallipoli.

Dear Mother and Father,

The only thing I am glad for is that you can’t see my face right now. My eyes, full of darkness and anger and my mouth, muttering and cursing. The stuck up Tommies were like dogs, whimpering and scurrying away from battle. As for us, we stood our ground like brave lions, and lost it because of the Tommies.

Here in these trenches nothing barely moves, or talks. Only screams and whimpers. Only deaths and blood, lot’s and lot’s. The only scream that I know, and that will remain screaming in my mind, is my own. Telling me to let go and give up already. The same words echoed in my head as I trudged up the hill to bury the dead. I felt sick as I remember my friends who died there, why did they have to die? Even though their bodies were gone, their souls still remained on that same, haunting hill.

Every inch of my body is shivering in of my body is shivering in the unforgiving cold of the trenches. Like ice, growing from my fingertips. It slowly starts to cover my body, gasping every inch of skin it can see. Consuming me. The same is happening to everyone here around me. God help us.

God has abandoned us. I know that now. There is no hope. None. It is now my time. I’m sure of it. I will march up to battle, up the same hill that has haunted me for too long. . I ask you not to mourn or cry. For I will die on the same spot and on the same hill as my dearest friend. Basil Mercer.

Adam

Here is a letter written by Abraham Lincoln to a mother
who lost all 5 of her sons in the American civil war.