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Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday
Maths Mr Hadnett	Maths Mr Hadnett	Yr 7&8 Technology (Wesley Intermediate)	Maths Mr Hadnett	Maths Mr Hadnett
Reading Miss Goodier	Reading Miss Goodier		Reading Miss Goodier	Reading Miss Goodier
Interval	Interval	Interval	Interval	Interval
Learn.Create.Share Miss Goodier	Learn.Create.Share Miss Goodier	Maths Mr Hadnett	Learn.Create.Share Miss Goodier	Learn.Create.Share Miss Goodier
Writing Miss Goodier	Writing Miss Goodier	Reading Miss Goodier	Writing Miss Goodier	Writing Miss Goodier
Lunch	Lunch	Lunch	Lunch	Lunch
Yr 7 & 8 STEM Miss Ashe	Yr 7 & 8 STEM Miss Ashe	Senior Hub Sport Miss Goodier Mr Tyrell Mr Hadnett	Yr 7 & 8 RE Miss Goodier	Yr 7 & 8 RE Miss Goodier

Malala Yousafzai

            Malala Yousafzai

Malala Yousafzai was born on the 12th of July 1997. She lived and grew up in a small town in Pakistan called Mingora Pakhtunkhwa. As a young girl Malala would continually go to school ignoring the Taliban's orders for females to cease their educational life at school. At the age of 15 Malala was shot in the head and neck by the Taliban. She is a teenage activist who supports girls education. Malala later won the peace prize when she was only 17, which makes her the youngest person ever to win a Nobel Peace Prize.

Malala’s cause was to stand up for girls education and not allow the Taliban to suppress the girls from learning at school. The main reason for Malala’s bravery was because she personally felt that the girls didn’t deserve getting prohibited from what they wanted for their future. Sure, Malala was frightened of the Taliban, but she was more afraid for the girls’ who were going to lose their education because of the pressure that was placed upon them.

“I don’t want revenge on the Taliban, I want education for sons and daughters of the Taliban”.- Malala Yousafzai

Cows & Calves - writing

Cows and Calves

The female cows can give birth to calves either sitting down or standing up. The calf pops out intensely trying to stand up. They will go to their mother to drink milk from her udder. The farmer occasionally comes to see the mother and her calf to check if they’re doing well. The farmer later separates the calves from their mother, placing them into a shed full of other adorable calves that has been also taken away from their mothers.

In the shed, with a lot of calves inside, they will always hunger for food or milk. The calves are so greedy, they’ll do anything to get food. Their thirst will increase every passing minute. They will start to push and shove one another to drink the milk first. As they grow a bit older they begin to nibble on grass and decrease their drinking of milk making their thirst for water grow.

The young baby calves grow tiny horns on the top of their heads. Their horns get removed or disbudded with hot iron, they would inject to prevent an infection. The baby calves now lose their sharp horns and can play with the other calves in the field without hurting one another.

The farmer takes the female calves to be kept as the best milking cows. They are called a heifer. They are taken to be dairy cows. The cows can at least give 20,000 litres of milk a year, isn’t that great? More milk means more chocolate.

Cows are lucky to be females, because unlike the bulls, they get slaughtered and killed for our own food. The farmers do save some bulls, but only the best for breeding.

Matariki Story

Matariki

There it is, the beautiful flame flickering through the night. I take one step forward to get a closer look and dad tells me to be careful just in case I get hurt. I tell him I’ll be fine. But all I could see is the smoke that is drifting away with the wind. I take one more step closer to the fire. The tongues of the fire are slowly getting closer to me. I turn away from the fire, facing the sea, the waves of the water are whooshing left and right, left and right, left and right, till the night ends. I look down watching my feet sink into the earths sand. It is crunchy, and soft at the same time. I look up into the sky and see the gorgeous stars glistening as bright as the sun shines in the morning.

Mary Mackillop Center

Mary Mackillop Center

I take my seat next to my partner Lesina and a few students next to her in the church of the Mary Mackillop center. We came here to celebrate CTK 60th jubilee on Friday 13th of October. Waiting patiently we all look up to see a woman with a red vest, a black long sleeved shirt and long black pants. She appears to be helping an elderly woman with a pink jacket and a long blue skirt settle down into her seat. The school realizes that the woman is a sister whose name is Elizabeth. She starts to speak through a microphone sharing her journey of being the principal of CTK and a sister. She says during her time as a sister she would also deal with being the principal of Christ the King school, I thought it made her life more difficult. Because the sisters are always busy with other things, I thought they wouldn’t have time to run a whole school which Elizabeth achieved! But sadly she kept her position for a short period of time. After hearing her story, I believe being a sister is a big responsibility.

By Naomi

Moment in Time:Jesus heals a Man born Blind

I feel the cold water attack my face washing off the dirt that covers my blind eyes. It sinks into my mouth swimming down my throat. Tasting the saltiness of the pool water, I hear the rippling sounds dancing in sync with one another making quiet splashes, ‘splish splash’. Opening my eyes, I see… I see the clear blue sky matching the colour of the transparent water, I see the sun blazing its scorching light on me, I see the ripples appearing above the water and… I see a reflection in the mirror-like ocean… My reflection. ‘Thank you, Lord’.