Porquoi Story By Fine & Yvette

Long ago, when all was quiet and sorrowful there lived a couple and their five daughters. Serena, Sina, Samaria, Sasa’e and Silei.The large family lived in a village where no songs were sung, no parties were celebrated and where no children played out on the streets. The mother chose all of her daughters to start with an S, this was because her gratefulness desperately craved to honour Samoa. But her husband was not so cheerful on this opinion and chose the youngest daughter of his childings a new name. “ I will name the youngest daughter of mine after my dearest deceased mother, Teuila”. As young Teuila grew old her elder sisters would take turns in teasing Teuila. “TEUILA’S IN! TEUILA’S IN! TEUILA’S IN THE RUBBISH BIN! This caused Teuila to cry. Most times when the water that filled Teuila’s eyes flowed down her cheek, she would run into her room emotionally and upset, crying herself to sleep. But this unusual time she carried herself and the tears flowing down her cheek and ran until she reached an unfamiliar, yet comfortable forest. She lay her legs onto the green blanket beneath her and weeped until a light shaded blue bird appeared. The coloured bird sung a beautiful melody that carried Teuila up off the soft grass and onto her feet. She twirled and jumped.  “Teuila! Teuila! Come Home! Supper is awaiting you!” her mother yelled. Before Teuila even had a split second to realise what she was doing, she ran her feet back to the village of her home. The next morning Teuila ran back to the forest, only to find more blue shaded birds chirping a more beautiful yet elegant sound. She sat on her feet and moved her hands to the rhythm of the birds tweeting something much like the word Siva, so Teuila named her actions and movements after the blue shaded birds tweets.Teuila’s determination to bring happiness to her village had grew and one day Teuila finally had enough courage and confidence to present siva to her village. She ran herself outside only to find a muddy layer of ground and leaves scattered upon the brown dry grass.“Where is everyone” She mumbled underneath her breath. Teuila questioned herself something she knew the answer to. Her hope of bringing joy to the village had not succeeded, not yet. Teuila had thought of many hypothesis’ of what might bring villagers outside until she had a brilliant idea, it was crazy but crazy enough to work.Quickly, young Teuila ran herself to the forest and called upon the beautiful butterflies. “Butterflies please come to the village I live upon and show off your one-of-a-kind wings.” The butterflies were honored. They fluttered their wings and followed Teuila to the village. Teuila called out “COME OUT! COME OUT ! COME OUT AND SEE THE BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLIES THAT FLY UPON ME !”The villagers distracted, Teuila ran back to the forest and called upon the birds.“Birds, come out and follow me to the village. Chirp the sound that I had once heard when I visited”. As well as the butterflies the birds fluttered their wings and followed Teuila.  As Teuila came back the villagers stopped glancing upon the butterflies and stared at Teuila, they were amazed at the butterflies but still curious about what this young girl was trying to achieve.The birds began to chirp the beautiful sound they had once made and Teuila swayed her hands and twirled her feet. Teuila’s family came out only to smile and make their own Siva moves. “HOORAY TO TEUILA FOR RESTORING THE HAPPINESS OF THE VILLAGE” shouted out the villagers. Teuila had fallen in love with Siva so much that when she was old enough, she changed her name to Siva with the permission of her father. The village had once again come to life.That is the story of how “Siva” or as most people may say “Dance” came to Samoa.

This is my story that I created with a classmate. It is a porquoi/Myths and legends story. It is about how Dance came to Samoa.

My Siapo Pattern

This is my Siapo Pattern that I created on Google draw. Siapo patterns usually are referred to Tapa Cloth. We were given a task to create a digital Siapo Pattern for Samoan Language week. I hope you enjoy

My Bias Paragraph By Fine

Bias is like a coin, one side is heads and the other is tales. Heads is subjective which means that you let your prior knowledge help you state your judgement and tales is objective which means that you don’t let prior knowledge cloud your opinion.An example of using both coin sides in the same story is Three Little Pigs. If I were to use the subjective side to state my judgement I would feel very sorry for the Three Little Pigs and think that the Wolf was a very bad person. But if I were to use the objective side to state my judgement I would think that The wolf was just trying to say hello to the new neighbours in the neighbourhood and probably was just a bit hungry.

This is a paragraph explaining what two sides of Bias. Subjective and Objective.I used the PEE chain to structure this paragraph. P - Point E-Explain E-Evidence. I hope you've learnt something new.

Good Reads

This is a presentation that I created for homework. This presentation shown above shows how I recommend this book to others and parts of the book that makes it especially special to me.

Problem Solving

This is my groups (Number Ninjas) strategy to solve out the question shows on the first slide. We worked collaboratively to solve this problem. Check out the presentation to see 3 peoples strategy on how to solve this problem.

My Cover Design

I created a new book cover design. The book is called Socks are not enough if that's all you're wearing. This book was written by a teacher named Mark Lowery. The Genre of this book is Fiction.

Maths Strategy

This is my maths strategy that I worked on with a partner to solve out this problem. This poster shows the maths strategy and a strategy written in words.