Cyber ABC
A- The "A" in the cyber ABC represents awareness online. being aware of what it is that you are on or receiving emails of such asking you for your address or EFTPOS card etc. you need to be aware that it's not safe to give your information.
B- The "B" represents Buffers. A buffer could be a person or a web filter/fiber wall.
C- the "C" represents the community. This is the people/friends following you and helping you. You should know everyone you follow.
Emma GML @ Southwell
Thursday 17 August 2017
Sunday 18 June 2017
Sunday 11 June 2017
The Mango Tree
this is my story about the elephants walking through Mfuwe Lodge at the games reserve park in africa.
The Mango Tree
My name is Wonky Tusk, I'm unsure why
though. I'm the matriarch of my herd. At the moment we have nine elephants in our herd. We live at a place with a fence and it's super big to roam around with other animals and other people. At a certain time of the year, we take our ancient trail to the glorious mango tree! I’m so excited because today is the day we’re going TODAY! If I have been keeping track of the years right, it's 1998 but I may be wrong.
I’m leading the herd, with baby Wellington, along our ancient path that i used to take when I was Wellington’s age! We always take it at this time of year when the mangoes are ripe and taste
delicious!
I know we are almost there, i’m so excited, it's just through these bushes! Wait, what’s that!? It looks like a human's place where they live or whatever, smack, bang on top of OUR path! It's OUR path! I can't believe it! I'm going to lead the herd straight through there and show them who's boss! If they have weapons we will try to use self defence and attack them. Wellington can go in last, along with the other young elephants, just in case they are nasty poachers and all they want are my beautiful tusks. I won't forget the horrible day someone shot a member of our herd. We will always stop and have a moment of silence when we pass by the spot. I will always sacrifice myself for others so I walk in first. I nervously poke my head in, hopoing they won't be poachers setting a trap, and then…
The human's back up and hide from us. They are so kind…sometimes, then I allow the rest of the
Herd to walk in. We walk down the dark and gloomy hallway. I know the whole time we are all keeping an eye on the human's. I’m trying to multitask because the whole time I’m trying to keep an eye on baby Wellington, luckily he stays right by my side. Finally the mango tree! I can see it and I can smell it. We all rush over and start scoffing our trunks and faces. The mangoes taste even better, they just get better every year! I wish every day could be like today that would be amazing! I mean the human's seem nice, super nice, well super, super nice, all they are doing is standing around and holding these square and rectangles in their hand and pointing them at us. I’m not sure why though.
I'm so sad, it's just about time to go home, we have a look around outside and at reception and baby Wellington decides to have a nap, right in the middle of the hall. We wait for a while and then he gets up, it's time to go home now. I can't wait to come back next year!
By Emma
159 Days Into War
this is a piece of writing about the christmas truce between New Zealand and Germany in WW1 on christmas day. They stopped fighting and they played a game of soccer together and traded Christmas gifts.
Hope you enjoy!
25th of December 1914
159 days into war
I peek my head up slowly and raise my hands to show I don't have any weapons. Everyone in the Allies shouts at me “No Jim, don’t!” I ignore them, even though I'm scared as anything, all the Germans are aiming their guns at me and the Allies are aiming their guns back at the Germans. Luckily a German realises I don't have a gun and I don't want to attack them, he shouts out something in German that would mean something like, “He doesn't have a gun! He doesn't want to fight!” So I fully stand up and walk very slowly on the snowy, muddy ground. Suddenly all the Germans and Allies drop their guns and the Germans slowly walk over to the Allies, I think that they think it's a trick. We all greet one another, trade Christmas gifts and tell stories. I meet a man and say,
“Hello, my name is Jim,” I hope he understood me.
“Hello, mein name ist Otto,” he said.
“Nice to meet you Otto.” He doesn't respond, he just nods, I don't think he understands me. After that he gives me a cigar and I give him a tasty biscuit from my biscuit tin that my wife gave me. I show him a picture of my wife, Rose and my children, Alexis and Ben.
We all decided to play a game of soccer. I kick the ball and send it flying into an imaginary goal. We are all having a blast, joy is filling the cold air on this blessed day. Hopefully Jesus will stop the war today, I couldn't bear trying to shoot my new friends, who would? Who could? The game is so exciting, it's like someone has gone and taken 100 kilograms off my shoulders, I can relax, I can breathe. It's the best feeling I’ve had in one hundred and fifty-nine days! We can talk to the Germans, our new friends,without being scared of them shooting us.
“BOOM! BANG!” The sounds of guns and shells exploding go off. We all know what that means. Everyone has the most disappointed looks on their faces, like someone has gone and thrown 200 kilograms back on our shoulders.
The horrible war is yet to be finished and it won’t be anytime soon! How are we going to kill our new friends? This is going to be a struggle, I just can't bear it! I simply can't bear it! I get geared up for the fight that will begin any moment. I find the treat from Germany, from Otto and little did he know, I secretly gave him a chocolate bar from my family. At least Jesus’ presence means that he will help us through this devastating war.
Thursday 23 February 2017
My introduction.
Hi I'm Emma
My name is Emma I'm in 7GM. I'm 11 years old.
My favorite color is mint blue and my favorite number is 22.
I enjoy netball, hockey, swimming, tennis, touch, snow skiing, water skiing and dancing.
I love to travel to different countries around the world.
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