Self Assessment

My Speech

Did you know my dad is the Richie Mccaw of hose running, hose running you say, you have never heard of it. Hose running is a competition for firefighters. My dad is a champion firefighter. Infact he is the best in New Zealand. My dad, representing New Zealand at the Australisian champs. Today I’m here to tell you how proud I am of my Dad being a Firefighter.

First

Why would anyone want to be a volunteer firefighter like my dad?  He doesn’t get paid, he misses out on family time, he misses out on parts of social life and often, he is called out to a firecall at dinner time  so his tea goes cold! ... So why does he do it?

Maybe he feels proud when he helps people, or  maybe it's the opportunities to compete in competitions  , but I think I know why.

He likes keeping our community safe ,without him your house could burn down, or you would be trapped in a crashed car longer. My dad loves being a fireman, all the friends he makes along the way is really awesome too.

Second

Call outs and fires is really what a being a firefighter is about, and if you're a girl yes of course you can be a firefighter to! Firstly the call is received at the communication center in auckland.

Next a little thing called a pager,  and the town siren goes off which alerts the firefighter that there is an

”emergency. The pager tells the firefighters what they are going to, where it is and which truck as been assigned to the call. On the way to the call the Officer In charge can ask the com centre for more information. Then the first 6, or sometimes whoever is in town go on the truck.  My dad is a station officer which means he is in charge of the truck when they go out to calls.

There has been a lot of training for my dad to get to where he is now, he has been on about 10 courses, some of them lasting 1 week at a specially built training centre in rotorua. He also trains for 2 hours every Thursday night.

Third

Competitions have been a huge part of my dad's fire fighting career. like I said earlier, He has represented NZ in hose running, and have you been to Auckland and seen the sky tower and how big it is.? I’m pretty sure that you always take the lift. Firefighters have got to take the hard way ,1103 stairs and 51 floors with their firefighting gear and breathing apparatus on they race up all those stairs. This competition raises money for the Leukaemia and Blood Foundation. My Dad has done this seven times.

But the real reason I’m proud of my dad is not because he is the ‘Richie mccaw’ of hose running, but because he misses out on family time to save others, but he still manages to find time to support the things we do. Thanks dad you're my legend!

My Art!

This is my piece of art. My inspiration was pablo picasso. The easy thing was to draw my face and body, but the hard thing was to try and not clash colours. I am proud of the way my art is really different to everyone else's.

The Haunted House.

One afternoon Bob and Ginny were walking down a Freezing trail, looking for kindling for their campfire. The trees were Burst and green, and there were colorful wildflowers all around. Bob and Ginny began to pick the wildflowers, and after a while, they walked so far that they had wandered away from the trail.

It started to get dark. Bob began to get worried, but Ginny seemed excited to have an adventure. “Look!” Jinny said. “Do you see that? It looks like a house!”

“We're saved!” cried Bob, who was relieved.

Once they got closer, Bob felt very uneasy again. It didn't look like the cozy little cottage Bob had been imagining, but rather a big, spooky tower! It was about 20 feet tall, and it was covered with Black ivy and moss. It was the creepiest thing Bob had ever seen!

Bob said, “Jinny, let's keep walking! There's no way I'm going into that tower! It looks haunted!”

“Don't be such a girl! We're going in. I think it looks perfectly un-haunted!” said Jinny.

Bob was so scared that he could not open his eyes. He felt chatter as Ginny Opened the door. All of a sudden, Bob felt that he was not alone. He opened his eyes, prepared to see the worst. But instead, he saw all his friends and family inside the haunted tower! “Surprise! Happy birthday, Bob!” they all sang.

Yuck Spinach Balls!!

I Hate Spinach Balls! (Writing)

A poem on spinach balls.

Role- Myself hating spinach balls .

Audience- Mum because she always serves them for dinner (meatless Monday - I hate them).

Format- Poem based on Green Eggs and Ham.

Topic- Disgusting Spinach Balls that Mum makes for meatless Monday.

I hate spinach balls, you cook them once and awhile.

The sight and smell of them makes my tummy pile .

When I think of them it makes me go all silly.

Vomit is what it seems like to make me want to run miles .

Small golf like balls, are really crunchy.

Yuck, big blobs of spinach, like snot.

Mixed with cheese and things that don’t go down well.

Sometimes it looks like it could rot.

Spinach balls are so gross you never do them right.

I hate spinach balls they make me feel sick inside.

Tom just adores them even though there gross.

I wish I wouldn't have to criticize.

Grace Diversity in Art