Category: Hanga | Create

High Dive Giraffes

My hooves click and echo, I walk in slow motion. An infinite white, bright tile surrounds me like a never ending maze. My friends swing their long, furry mane left to right feeling joy. Someone in front of me  spots a weird looking camera, he stares at the empty dark lens, he wiggles his ears and continues to walk. Up we go to this twisted, twirly walk way.

I reach the top of the long loop of walkways. I freeze with fear in my deep black eyes. Something shocking happened. My friend was swaying upside down. Suspended on metal bars from the ceiling. Feeling terrified every second, one by one each giraffe leaps gracefully into the unknown. Until I hear loud splashes, that moment I realised I knew what was happening. I was thinking a lot, I was up next. “Breathe in, breathe out”. Zoom! I go to the bouncy platform, the air rushes behind me. I finally let myself free, I spin, I flip, I turn. 

I’m in mid air, my guts feel unearthly. My body heavily flops into the crystal sky blue water. I try to catch my breath, slowly going up to the surface, bubbles of different shapes cling onto me making me feel light as a feather. A wisp of water travels into my face. I get out of the water excitedly dashing  onto the top once again. Suddenly everyone started to bend down for a sip of water, they were like dominos. Still following and the smell of chlorine is sickeningly toxic. The taste was unpleasant, I definitely wouldn’t recommend it. Finally we sprinted to the exit.

 

 

EPro8 Challange

For our Epro 8 task we were challenged to make a bridge that was 700 meters high and 2.5 meters long and it had to be stable . Our 2nd challenge was making a cave man car with a rubber band and reel that has a roof and chair. Before we started building we did a prototype to test the wheels and how it was going to go. We then went outside and raced, though my team wasn’t first, second or third I am still very happy of what I created.

 

Describing Peters Journey

Small pieces of dust goes in my eyes. Shivering in the cold hoping to find shelter soon. The wind sweeps through me as i shake intensely giving every part of my body goose bumps. I snuggle hoping to keep myself warm and cozy. My tummy rumbles like a roaring volcano, my throat dries like a Sechura desert. My feet screams silently in pain like stepping on sharp broken glass. My arms feel weak and pressured from all the heavy bags. I just want to rest. I wish we didn’t have to go through this. Why cant we have peace?

 

 

We were asked to do freeze frames and when we were frozen our teacher would tap us in the shoulder and we had to tell her how we were feeling. As we spoke someone would write what we said on the board. I replied with emptiness, emotionless and angry. After that our teacher gave us only 15 minutes to write about Peters Journey from a book called the “Treasure Box”.