Sunday, September 10, 2017

A Rodie To Queenstown

As I think of childhood memories it is like walking down memory lane.  The memories that  jump out at me, that are the most vivid, are the ones I’ve made with my family.  Family time often includes happiness, love, laughter and surprises for me.

One such memory is the time we had a roadie to Queenstown ….  Ahhh …. Let me take you back in time…..

“Are we there yet?  Are we there yet?” I moaned to mum,  “Just past Ashburton my love” Mum replied.  Soon enough we’d arrived at our first stop - ‘Connolly Street’ named after my Great great grandpa! Who would have thought! We posed here and there for my nanny, Daddy and popa.

Mum was driving and I was fast asleep, dreaming about what Queenstown was going to be like. I had been awoken by two crazy boys picking and pulling at my hair. Driving in between the hills, they seemed to cover the sun from body and slowly bring a chill into the car. We had came out of the cold and torturing hills wondering where the sun was. It was still hiding, but this time it was blinking at us amongst the gaps in the trees.


On our arrival up to our house we unpacked, relaxed, had fun and filled our tum tums. As Mom made dinner we decided to explore outside, grab some fresh air and stretch our legs. We had discovered a hill that started screaming out to as ‘’ Zoom down me’’.   Xavier and I scooted down the hill and in seconds we had to pull ourselves back up the hill. We dragged, then pulled, than pushed, ourselves to the top of the hill.

Day 2… We headed to the luge, seeking  excitement from the beautiful views and the thrill of downhill. Thankfully there was no queue so I leapt in and asked ‘’How do you ride this thing?’’ He answered ‘’Pull here to go, then push back to stop’’ “Ok thanks.” In seconds I was around the first corner, zig zagging down, but then I could not see any further. I had dropped then saw again.  Xavier was just in front but I quickly zoomed ahead and came first place. “In your face,” I said with excitement, daring to go again.

“I am going again, want to race me?” I said to Xavier and Toby. We were so high that the fog had drifted away, so I could see before the drop. Xavier, Toby and I were at the top about to race. Ready… Steady… Gooo… we were of. Around the first corner, then the next, Xavier had smashed into and thought he would get in front, but no Toby had made his way to the front.

It was the last turn till we had to squeeze into the que for us to go again. We watched it float up to the hill where we started. We took a little break so we could stretch because the carts leg space was super small. I begged mum to come for a spin and so she did. I helped mum figure out how to stop and how to go faster and faster like the man told me.

This time me and mum slowly went down and got faster after each corner. It was like that for a short amount of times. She zoomed off in front of me but I obviously creamed her in the end. Man that was such a memorable time with my family - filled with happiness, fun and love.


I have come to the end of my memory. I hope you guys have had a special time with your family like me. That was the best memory for me - filled with love, fun, surprises, laughter and food.

Thank you
From Olive

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Flying Method

Planes and birds - how do they fly? Have you looked up and seen planes and birds gliding through the sky and thought how do these things fly?

Lift:  Lift is a force that lifts an object in the air. Lift is a force that works against weight made by the wings of a plane or a bird.
Drag: Drag works against thrust and it is generated by all the parts of the plane. Drag also slows a plane down.
Weight: Weight is basically the same as gravity because the force of the weight pulls an object back to the ground.
Thrust: Thrust is a force that moves an aircraft forward. It is generated by engines and is a mechanical force.

Well I just really need know how a plane flies? Lift and weight play a game of tug of war, the same with thrust and drag. Lift wants to pull an aeroplane up and weight wants to pull an aeroplane down. The same with thrust and drag. Thrust wants to pull an aeroplane forward and drag wants to slow the plane down. An object will stay at the same speed and travel in the same direction for a long amount of time, you would call that balanced forces. When an object moves in different ways and goes at a different speed, unbalanced forces are working on it.

Over all planes need… the four forces of flight to help guide them through the sky.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Orienteering

First off, we get into our groups, get the map, then set off. Zoom! Firstmark done then the next… We go from place to place trying to find the hidden marks staring both ways. But wait, we came across Shane's team. He says “ Hey we found a hidden mark.” “Where is it?”  I asked. He said “Up, down, across, side to side, a bit of climbing, and jumping, slipping and sliding, you might find it then”. Finally we did. All the ups, downs,  going across, side to side, climbing,  jumping, slipping and sliding all paid off. 

“I got it! I got it!” I yelled. “Yes!!”. We zoomed back and leaped over the  finishing line. “Yahoo!” I yelled, finishing first. 

I realized the wet oozing water was slowly creeping into my shoes. I thought dry socks, dry socks as I strolled back to my cabin.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Discovering My Whakapapa

My Mum’s full name is Amanda Jane Williams. My full name is Olive Amanda Connolly and my brother’s full name is  Xavier Throes-To-Capua- Connolly. He was named after Xavier Rudd, my name was created by Pipi the seller man's girlfriend.

My mum was born in Rotorua on 22nd of April 1978. I was born in Christchurch Women's Hospital 2007. The 1st January is my birthday. Xavier was born in 2005 and his birthday is the 1st of December. My brother and I are Irish twins because we are one year apart. Mum has lived in Christchurch for 20 years. Dad has lived in Christchurch all his life. I have also lived in Christchurch all my life as has Xavier. 

My Grandmother is from Burma. We have a street named after my last name which is Connolly. This family name comes from my Papa Jerry. On my mum’s side of the family we have an All Black rugby player named Glen Osbourne from back in the old days.

I love all my family and they love me too. Mum and Dad work very hard to keep me warm at night, to keep me safe, to fill my tummy with good food, to get me to a good school and to put a roof over my head. They are lucky to have an amazing daughter that love them to pieces and for me, that they love me to pieces.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

HallsWall Quary






On Thursday, we went to Hallwell Quary. This image tells me a lot about the Volcanics and the Volcanos that Robbie talked about. We learnt tons such as… People cut rock by hand, that they played poker to see who would take the first bath, that there are 4 main types of rock which are limestone and basalt rock and the others you'll find out reading this. He said that Banks Peninsula was created by Volcanoes that erupted. I learnt from searching up Banks Peninsula Herbert Peak is the highest point. Lyttelton was created first,  then Diamond harbour, then Akaroa, then the Port Hills and last Herbert Peak,  it took millions of years to become a used island. It was called Peninsula island but now it is called Banks Peninsula. The oldest rock igneous which has been in the world for 12 million years. Loess rock is the last rock they found. I found out that world wide in sea level beginning about 15,000 years ago. One MT is called Te Ahu Patiki being 920 meters high and it overlooks lyttelton harbour. James cook and his group of men found the Peninsula on 17th February 1770, Banks Peninsula is around the middle of the east coast of the south island on the margin of canterbury plains. In Banks Peninsula Volcanoes were active in less than half a million years ago. Large braided rivers pushed the Southern Alps to meet and connect to Banks Peninsula.



Monday, March 6, 2017

The No Good, Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad Day

       
One day a I woke up and stood on a Lego piece “Youch”  I yelled. Then I went to my mirror and looked at myself and saw a a a a PIMPLE! “This is just bad luck” I said to myself.  
As I walked downstairs I smelt POO.  I looked down behind me and saw fresh poo on the ground that I had just stood in. “Ok” I said  “This is not bad luck, this is going to be a no good, terrible, horrible, very bad day. 

Then when I looked in the fridge, I noticed the food was gone. Then I  jumped in the car and turned the key. As I did this I realised the car wouldn’t start. I knew this was going to be a no good, terrible, horrible, very bad day.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

My Character named Gold

This is my unknown character. It is a man. His hair is 16cm, straight, it is nice and thin and the colour is brownish blackish. His body is square shaped, his size is normal like a human and his height is 5 foot. He wears comfy, ironed, normal clothes and most days he wears black, red and white. His face is big and square.  He wears a pair of glasses and one ring. He moves his head up then down like he is saying “Sup!” to a friend. Even his hair shines like a small polished table top. OMG! He has…bright, wheat-yellow skin with dark, bulging eyes.

He likes to smoke a pipe, he loves to play games and he is nice but greedy when it comes to food.  He lives under a hill and he loves to hangout in his art room. He knows he has a magical ring and if he puts it on he will turn invisible.  He plays lots of sports with his friend Crag.  Games such as … Two player tiggy, half court basketball.   He loves doing art. He picks up his smooth, silky brush, dips it into magical paint and waves his brush from side to side to create the perfect masterpiece. 

He loves to say “What are those?”  His voice is soft and gentle, he is normally happy and if he is not he would be excited about something. He has got an Irish accent, sometimes he is loud and sometimes he is quiet. He speaks with beautiful and perfect flowing words. 

He hangs out with Mr Crag, he makes him laugh, smile and feel happy. He lives under a hill and his house is warm and cozy because he only has 2 windows in the front, 1 in his art room, and a couple in the kitchen. His house has beautiful colours, lots of nice pictures and he has a special art room that he loves to pieces. He'll stay in there for hours and hours to create perfect masterpieces. He will not let anybody touch his art equipment, or do ANYTHING in his art room. He will only let true artists go in and  draw and work with the paint.