Commenting Guidelines

Hi its Molly here today I will be talking about what makes a quality comment.

So when your writing a comment you wont to write one that you would wont to receive.

Examples:

Which one would make you feel better about your post?

Yo awesome!!!!!!😀👍

OR

Dear Alice

What a lovely post about your interests,I enjoy walking my dog too.Your style of writing was very relaxing and easy to understand.

What type of breed is your dog?

Regards Molly.

How to write a quality comment Kathleen Morris

So I hope you understand now how to create a quality comment,

Thank you!

My Vietnam Experience

My Vietnam Experience -Molly

It was a crisp Tuesday morning at Christchurch airport and my mum, dad, Ben, Gracie, nana, dada and I were going on holiday to the boiling country of Vietnam. It was the start of the first school holidays of 2018. The reason we were taking this holiday was the start of school made us so stressed, tense and tired and we needed a pick me up.

 

“This is your captain speaking we are about to take off and head on over to Hanoi so sit back relax and enjoy the ride”As I sank into the chair, the world flew past me and before I knew it we were there.Then when I tried to stand up to get off the plain I  thought I was going to double over my legs felt like jelly and my mind felt like wool.

 

Once we had booked into our hotel, we decided to go sightseeing, so we stepped outside into the cruel hands of the blazing sun and tried to find a way of transport.” how about we go on these?” reasoned my dad pointing to bright green motorcycles with riders in green leather jackets. My sister’s face went pale and my mum opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out.Finally, when my father told us they were like taxis but they were motorcycles we were all for it.First, we went to the old ghastly, damp prison used in the Vietnamese war against America. Second, we went to the first university in Vietnam. Third we went to town square were amazing markets were being held with everything you could possibly want and finally we walked over to take pictures of the temple in the middle of the Hanoi lake.

 

When it was our last day in Hanoi we decided to book a food and market tour. Our tour guide was a tiny man with a satchel that was bigger than him.When we arrived at the market. Beautiful aromas of turmeric and bay leaves hit me like a smack in the face.First we sampled Vietnam’s national dish,pho which is like soup with veggies,meat and noodles.It was delicious but we had it for breakfast!For lunch we had pork cooked on coals with a scrumptious tangy sauce.

 

After that amazing time at Hanoi, it was time to fly to Hoi an so we packed up our stuff and took a stuffy taxi to the airport.We quickly stuffed down a banh mi and ice tea at the waiting room and then we were off like the wind.

 

Since the flight we had booked into are hotel ,unpacked and to our horror it was even hotter than Hanoi!After a long uncomfortable hot night we were ready to go in a van to the ancient temples. Once we arrived at the temples we took a fast tram to were they actually lay in all its glory.The temples had been bombed in the Vietnamese war so it was crumbling and had bomb craters which just made it more beautiful.It was made of red sandstone and had mosaic grey paths from temple to temple.

 

The very next day we were once again herded into a stuffy hot van and drove of to the longest river in Vietnam to go kayaking through it. Once we got there we put on well used life jackets and hopped into dingy metal kayaks that were being rowed by well-worked ladies. Nana and Dada were in one kayak, Mum,Ben and Gracie were in another and Dad and I were in the last one.We paddled through patie fields and through tunnels carved into the bottom of mountains and spotted weird crested birds we had never seen before.There were little goats grazing around tombs that were scattered along the sides of the murky river.Their were even wild cats fishing with the dirty paws at the side of the river.As we passed damp little houses made of straw, friendly Vietnamese people waved at us.

 

After that amazing holiday we all fell a sleep in a instant once we boarded the crowded plane.When we were back in Christchurch we shivered so bad since we had acclimatised to the heat of Vietnam.It was a fantastic holiday but I could not wait to get back into my own bed.

 

Rain Poem

As the shimmering rain falls down the city lights begin to drown. The cold wispy wind grabs for my hair, why does the weather have to be so unfair. The road rejects the icy water and the new plants are getting slaughtered. A storm begins their is no doubt and a little kid begins to shout. The drops slid down windscreens as it washes the city clean. Why couldn’t the rain wait another minute.

Copyright or Creative Commons

Hi it is Molly here is an informative piece of writing about creative commons

A lot of people don’t know that using photos on your blog that are copyright is illegal!

Some photos are what you call creative commons witch means the person who created these photos is happy for you to use their photos if you use their rules, called a creative commons licence plus as long as you give them credit.

Everyone is protected by copy right unless stated other wise.

There  are a bunch of websites that offer Creative Commons but some have age limits and are not foolproof for younger children here are two kid friendly websites.

*Openclipart

*Photos for class

here are two short video about creative commons it is very interesting

My Triathlon Recount

Triathlon

It was a sweltering Wednesday afternoon at O.I.S all the students were waiting for the end of lunch and the call to go to the court to let the triathlon begin.My school was doing a triathlon this afternoon to get us fit and have fun.You could do it in a team or individually,I was doing it individually.

 

The bell rang and the call came so we went to go line up on the boiling gray concrete facing the vast lush field. It was scattered with cones and police tape in the shape of a biking and running course.Mr Botha’s loud booming voice told us individual competitors and the swimmers to go to the freezing cold pool.

 

Then when we made it to the pool Mrs Campbell told us who was sitting where. There was a year 8 boys individual group,a year 8 girls individual group,a year 7 boys individual group ,a year 7 girls individual group and a team swimmers group.Group at a time Mrs Campbell lead us down to the freezing depths.Then Mrs Campbell told us we had to do 8 long harsh lengths.First the year 8 boys went. Second the year 8 girls went.Then the year 7 boys and finally us girls were brought up.”On your marks get set go “ yelled Mrs Campbell. My heart jumped as I dived in the icy pool and started to swim my heart out.Finally i made it to the wall and i got out and fled to the bikes.

 

Once I got to the bikes my heart was full of adrenaline and my legs were full of jelly.”Right get your helmet on and I will grab your bike” Miss Taylor told me,I had it on in a flash and ready to go.Once I was on the track my legs were already burning as I pushed them to the limit.One mark,two mark,three mark,four marks and finally I had done all 5 laps and was ready to start running I put my bike away hastily and sprinted on to the track.

 

Finally when I got onto the course this pattern was playing over and over in my mind,  step, breath,step,breath,step,breath.My legs felt like twigs that could snap at any moment and my brain was protesting.As the bikers circled around the outer course, I felt like they were closing in.Once I realised it was my last lap my heart fluttered with joy.Then I went up to the finishing table ,panting so hard I thought my lungs would explode.

 

Finally the triathlon was over,I slowly dawdled to the shed clinging to my blue bike.The sun was blasting down on me like a spotlight and my sweat was trickling down my face like a waterfall.When I was back in class I was grateful for the coldness and being able to sit down.After that ,it was luxury.Before I got to soak it all up the bell rang and that was the end of that hardcore day.

Avatar post

My avatar is a similar picture of me she has brown slightly curly hair like me also with brown eyes.My avatar is wearing an off the shoulder white top with navy spots and a cotton grey skirt. It is the style of clothing I would usually wear.I have sunglasses on my head to represent my favourite season summer.I have a goofy face on to seem more child like.This avatar means something to me because it represents me at my happy place,chilling at the lake with friends.