D.A.R.E

Room 23 have been lucky enough to be selected to learn about D.A.R.E with an awesome Police Woman called Constable Sheree.

D.A.R.E stands for:
Decision Making
Assertiveness
Responsibility and
Esteem.

The old fashioned way of D.A.R.E is:
Drugs
Abuse
Resistance and
Education.

During these sessions we learnt about Marijuana, Cocaine, Alcohol, Peer Pressure, the harmful effects of Drugs and much more.

In the class we had a D.A.R.E box. This box was used to put anonymous questions about life. When Sheree was in she would pick a few questions out of the box, read them to the class and answer them.

At the end of term 1 we received certificates and T-shirts of appreciation and participation.

We had lots of fun in these classes and appreciate what we have learnt.

Girls Cricket

In Term 1, sixteen year 7 & 8 girls were selected to play girls cricket for the school. It started with two trials during lunchtime on Monday and Tuesday in week 6. Mrs Garrett assessed each individual player on their skill and ability. From there, she chose the team who in week 7 versed the School Milo Boys Cricket Team. Then on Tuesday 7th April, the girls cricket team travelled to Weymouth Intermediate to compete against 7 other schools in a Zone competition. Here are the scores and the other schools we played against:
Game 1: BYE
Game 2: 30/17 vs. North Counties - WIN
Game 3: 23/21 vs. Central - LOSS
Game 4:35/20 vs Rosehill - LOSS
Game 5:18/14 vs. Mansell - WIN
Game 6:19/? vs. Weymouth - LOSS
Game 7:37/22 vs. Manurewa - WIN
Our team did well, winning 3 games out of 6.

Self Smart Reflections

The New Girl

Nobody liked Jude. She was odd. A poor 12 year old girl, alone every morning tea and lunchtime. She was very pretty, long blonde hair, sparkly green eyes, skinny, although she had no friends. She would do anything. She was pretty much invisible.

In the weekend, my best friend and I were leaving the movies, when we saw Jude pull out onto the road on her bike. She was in the bike lane as a 4-wheel drive passed her, knocking her over on the way. The driver didn’t know what they’d done, so we ran to her and helped. She was crying but it wasn’t that severe, we didn’t think.
As I called for help, Abby realised her arm was in a funny position. “EW… LOOK AT HER ARM!” She screeched. Jude was clutching her arm as help arrived. She was screaming as the paramedics carefully lifted her into the Ambulance.

As they raced her to the Hospital one of the paramedics asked her to explain what and how it had happened. But she was speechless, in such fright, but still clutching her arm. When her cast was put on, her mother took Abby, Jude and I home.

At school on Monday, we let Jude hang out with us. Hannah, the M.P.G.I.S (most popular girl in school) took offence at the way Jude was looking at her because Hannah knew Jude never had anyone to hang out with. Wherever Jude went, Hannah would call her things and pushed & shoved her.


During lunchtime Hannah hit Jude, but Jude didn’t respond, and we all walked off. But Hannah followed. We kept turning around and giving her weird looks, but she didn’t care. That’s when Hannah started running up to us. She jumped on Jude’s back screaming and yelling, leant back, fell on the grass, and strangled her. Suddenly people were swarming in pinching, punching and abusing her. Tears poured down her face as we helped her up and sprinted to the staffroom.

Hannah’s bullying was continued for the rest of the term and after the holidays she didn’t come back to school.

I guess she moved.