I am a Year 6 student at Ruapotaka School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 8A and my teacher is Ms Riley
Monday, 6 August 2018
Saturday, 4 August 2018
Kathleen Hall
Kathleen Hall was one of the most nicest people in the world who lived in NZ then she moved to China to help the poor. but was also a forgotten hero in NZ. Here's why she was one of the most nicest people and why she was the forgotten hero of NZ and not in China.
Kathleen Hall was a christian working as a missionary nurse. After she left her home in NZ in 1923 to help the citizens in China that were poor. She was working in Peking which is now known as Beijing now. She worked in lots of other huge cities but the one place she knew that needed help is in the countryside where there was no hospitals. She than got permission to live in the Hebei Mountains near Quyang. She did speak the language but not her wages and only a little bit of christian people in NZ were sent to Japan so basically she had no money. There was a solution though as local people helped her to build a tiny clinic that would eventually be built in Family Song Village. She would daily visit villages to visit the sick. In China she was known as the barefoot doctor.
Everything seemed to go well for Kathleen until in 1937 the Japanese started war. with the Japanese having more modern technology and better air force than the Chinense the Japanese already took over the lowlands of North China Plain. But they could not take over the Hebel Mountains and it was there where the Chinese made their hideout or base. Even though Kathleen Halls lived in China she was not a chinese citizen because of how she came to China but she was originally NZ so she was allowed to walk anyway and continue her work as a chinense nurse. She did hear news about war obviously and she would soon learn that there was a Canadian doctor named Norman Bethune. Who was providing the Chinese soldiers with medical services. In summer in 1938 Norman Bethune the Canadian doctor said to Kathleen Hall to risk her life and buy medical things or other things for the chinense from Japan. Kathleen didn't like war but she risked her life and kept on getting things for the chinense . Then her secret was found and the japanese burned her hospital and transported her back to NZ.
Now I don't know what happens next but search it up and tell me what other things Kathleen Hall did.
Kathleen Hall was a christian working as a missionary nurse. After she left her home in NZ in 1923 to help the citizens in China that were poor. She was working in Peking which is now known as Beijing now. She worked in lots of other huge cities but the one place she knew that needed help is in the countryside where there was no hospitals. She than got permission to live in the Hebei Mountains near Quyang. She did speak the language but not her wages and only a little bit of christian people in NZ were sent to Japan so basically she had no money. There was a solution though as local people helped her to build a tiny clinic that would eventually be built in Family Song Village. She would daily visit villages to visit the sick. In China she was known as the barefoot doctor.
Everything seemed to go well for Kathleen until in 1937 the Japanese started war. with the Japanese having more modern technology and better air force than the Chinense the Japanese already took over the lowlands of North China Plain. But they could not take over the Hebel Mountains and it was there where the Chinese made their hideout or base. Even though Kathleen Halls lived in China she was not a chinese citizen because of how she came to China but she was originally NZ so she was allowed to walk anyway and continue her work as a chinense nurse. She did hear news about war obviously and she would soon learn that there was a Canadian doctor named Norman Bethune. Who was providing the Chinese soldiers with medical services. In summer in 1938 Norman Bethune the Canadian doctor said to Kathleen Hall to risk her life and buy medical things or other things for the chinense from Japan. Kathleen didn't like war but she risked her life and kept on getting things for the chinense . Then her secret was found and the japanese burned her hospital and transported her back to NZ.
Now I don't know what happens next but search it up and tell me what other things Kathleen Hall did.
Labels:
1937,
Japanese,
Kathleen Hall,
Norman Bethune
Friday, 3 August 2018
My Despair Poem
This is my poem about Despair. Just to clear up some things I have never felt despair and this is what I think despair is.
Tuesday, 24 July 2018
Monday, 23 July 2018
Reflection on term 2 goals
I did achieve my reading goal because I have been reading everyday and I've been reading for 5 mins.
I did achieve my writing goal because I've been adding juicy words to my writing.
I did not achieve my maths goal because I haven't been learning my time tables.
I did achieve my writing goal because I've been adding juicy words to my writing.
I did not achieve my maths goal because I haven't been learning my time tables.
Labels:
adjectives,
Goals,
juicy words,
maths,
reading,
time tables,
writing
Thursday, 5 July 2018
Punk Junk Mailer
Tinker Tailor
soldier sailor
none of them's me
I'm a punk junk mailer
"Earn more money
while you get fit!"
That's how the ad got me into it.
Now I walk past miles
of hedge and fence,
posting junk
for a couple of cents.
Fold them, hold them
stick them in the box,
ads for cars
and wine and socks.
Ads for scenes
of a tropical shore,
where no junk-mailer's
feet get sore.
I've only got
two hands and feet,
but I carry more ads
than Shortland Street.
Some letters boxes
sternly say:
"No junk mail here!"
They make my day.
Rich man, poor man,
beggar man - no!
That's not the way
I'm going to go.
I'm not a complete
economic failure,
I'm and exec -
I'm a punk junk mailer!
soldier sailor
none of them's me
I'm a punk junk mailer
"Earn more money
while you get fit!"
That's how the ad got me into it.
Now I walk past miles
of hedge and fence,
posting junk
for a couple of cents.
Fold them, hold them
stick them in the box,
ads for cars
and wine and socks.
Ads for scenes
of a tropical shore,
where no junk-mailer's
feet get sore.
I've only got
two hands and feet,
but I carry more ads
than Shortland Street.
Some letters boxes
sternly say:
"No junk mail here!"
They make my day.
Rich man, poor man,
beggar man - no!
That's not the way
I'm going to go.
I'm not a complete
economic failure,
I'm and exec -
I'm a punk junk mailer!
Wednesday, 4 July 2018
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