My poem

In room 6 we learned to make our own poem.

Poem

I am Tamim.

I wonder if I am what I think I am.

I hear fear.

I see you near.

I want to play.

I am nothing you say.

I pretend to do work.

I feel like i need a meal.

I touch nothing much.

I worry when my eye sight is blurry.

I cry when I say bye.

I understand good and bad.

I say I need a hand.

I dream about ice cream.

I try my best.

I hope I pass the test.

This is my poem. I wrote all this because I do this a lot. 

Mihi

Ko Tamim taku ingoa - My name is Tamim

Ko Roya taku mama - My mother is  Roya

Ko Askar taku papa - My father is Askar

Ko Panmure bridge school taku kura - My school is  Panmure Bridge

No Afghanistan ahau - I am from  Afghanistan

I learned the basics in Maori language.

3d hand

I have been working on this 3d hand. I traced my hand and made the lines a curve so it looks 3d.

Onomatopeia

Zoom! Went the car past me at the race track. It was a super sunny Friday. “It felt like it was going at 100  kilometers per hour”.

Like a pack of wolves, 10 other cars raced past me. After the cars went as fast as light past me, I was cheering for the bright red car.

Thirty minutes later the race still didn’t finish. It felt like a year since I was there. It was lap forty nine and they were nearly finished. The bright red car came 2nd. Bang Boom! Went the fireworks. As they celebrated.

Relating to others

Y chart Confidence