Last night we had our end of year dinner at Aston Norwood gardens.



Before dinner we did some archery and clay pigeon shooting. The weather wasn’t the best but we still did it.
Last night we had our end of year dinner at Aston Norwood gardens.
Before dinner we did some archery and clay pigeon shooting. The weather wasn’t the best but we still did it.
Before School Care had an artist in the form of an always busy(mischievous) six year old boy. He was so into building the octopus and shark that he didn’t want to pack up to go to his classroom.
The afternoon I had a chat with one of the teachers. I asked her about the behavior of two girls from her class. After the discussion the teacher told me that she wanted to release a tiny field mouse that she caught in her classroom that morning. It was drizzling outside and she went just around the corner of her classroom, into some foliage. She opened the box and the mouse jumped out. Ran along the wall; sniffed at the corner; crossed the footpath; straight onto the veranda and into another classroom! We stood giggling because the teacher in that classroom is afraid of mice.
This morning the teacher came to before school classroom. She told me that she caught the mouse in a trap last night and set it free far away from the classroom. We couldn’t help laughing and giving a sigh of relieve for the catch again.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted something about the children at after school care.
This is the work of Jesse a five year old boy. He has the best manners of all the children. Always: Please and thank you, and you are welcome.
Tracing around tiny hands, cut out and stick it onto pipe cleaners.
After six weeks of writing stories during the school’s Enrichment periods, each child had a book as an end product. The ages of the writers ranged between eight and ten.
The students thoroughly enjoyed writing the stories.
The whole week was Library week or book week. Yesterday the children could go into the hall and pick as many books as they want. They had to bring there well read books to school and change them for once they haven’t read yet. Lots of books came in and many went out again yesterday. They also had a story reading time during lunch break. They called it “stop and read”. some volunteer parents came in every break and read a short story.
Today, the last day of Library week, the students had to dress up as a character from a book. Here are some photos from the Before school children.
Wednesday 28 March was supposed to be Wacky Wheels Wednesday. It had to be postponed, to the 5th April, due to bad weather.
5th April and Wacky Wheels day.
One of my before school care girls and her bike.
Ice cream car.
Two decorated scooters.
I made some paper baskets for Easter eggs. We handed it out on Thursday afternoon just before children went home for the long weekend.
https://www.nitinnairwrites.com/2018/01/06/mother-nature-train-of-thoughts-week-06/
This weeks prompt is MOTHER NATURE.
You can’t fight nature. If mother nature decides to go this way humans can’t go against it.
We, as humans keep on trying to change natures way without thinking about the consequences. My piece of writing happened in 2016. After the few horrific days, I’ve written it down as follows:
Earthquake
13/11/2016 and after
Sunday morning 10:30 am, I reported at Plateau School. Yearly Gala! I was responsible for the bouncing castle, 11-1 o’clock. It rained, stopped, drizzled and a bit of sunshine during those two hours.
The afternoon my children dropped in for a cup of tea. My border came home just after seven.
Sunday evening(13/11/2016) after a busy day, I went off to bed at about 10:30 not knowing what the night would bring two hours later.
I woke up just after 12 o’clock. My bed was swaying, Trompie, my dog, picked up his head. I felt the bed moving and the walls shaking. It sounded as if the house was going to collapse. Then Trompie gave a fierce bark. Earthquake! We jumped out of bed. I did not switch on the light and told Trompie to get out of the way. He kept close to me. I stood in the passage waiting for the worst.The shaking subsided. I decided to go to the bathroom because nature was calling.
It kept on rolling underneath. We went back to bed. Then my border came out of his room. He got a message from his wife in Christchurch asking how he was. He told me that it had been the worst quake he had experienced.
We went back to bed. The whole night aftershocks kept on rolling underneath. One of my pot plants had tumbled to the floor, and my books on my bookshelf moved and nearly tumbled down.
Monday morning my alarm went off. I did my usual morning rituals. My border told me that he could not go into Wellington. The news on the radio said that no trains were running and the roads into Wellington were closed down.
Just after seven, I received a call that there would be no Before School Care but the school would be open. I told the secretary that I would anyway go in case some parents had not received the message.
It is about ten minutes drive to school from my home. I arrived just before 7:30 am. At 7:45 am a board member came to check the building. He brought his two young children with him. While he checked the school, I kept an eye on the two boys. Then a parent turned up with his little girl. He had not read the message about Before school care being closed. I told him it would be okay; I would look after her and keep her safe.
Teachers started to arrive just before eight.
I went home at 8:15. Aftershocks kept coming and going. I went back to After School Care in the afternoon. There were twelve children till about 4.30 that afternoon.
Tuesday morning I went back for Before School care. It was wet; heavy torrential rain kept pouring down. I was so tired and did not feel up to going back for the afternoon session. Lucky for me the school called, I did not need to come because most children were picked up before lunchtime. Everybody was warned about the oncoming bad weather. The rain caused havoc with flooding and causing slips on the roads. Wellington was cut off. In the meantime, more earthquakes kept on coming and going. Two strong quakes shook us at 1.15 and 1.30 pm.
Now it is Wednesday evening, we survived another exciting day of tremors and a bit of dry weather. I am happy to say that I am well but tired. Looking after children and keeping them all safe and content for the last three days was very stressful.
This happened a bit more than a year ago.
Merry Christmas to all.
I hope you all have a wonderful time.
The Pukeko class had some lovely decorations.
As you can see the photographer is also in the picture!
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