Hello there now I know that all too soon many of us in our class we be looking forward to the rather nerve racking experience that is driving. So I put together this blog full of some helpful tips that I have found while beginning to learn.
1) This is the first and proberly the most important rule of driving you will ever learn, and this is KEEP TO THE LEFT hand side of the road, (very important well that’s what I’ve found.)
2) Make sure you always indicate where you’re going (E.G if you’re taking a turn off the motorway.)
3) Hazards: these can be permanent or temporary. Permanent signs are colored yellow and black and temporary signs are colored orange and black.
4) When going straight through an intersection, you must give way to: all vehicles coming straight through from your right.
5) When turning left at an intersection, you must give way to: All vehicles coming straight through from your right.
: All vehicles coming towards you and turning right.
This information was read from the official New Zealand road code for car drivers 2005 edition (some of it may have changed)
Good luck to all those taking the test.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
the bull
The men, who had hired me, were stationed by the edge of the channel. All 3 faces covered in a smirk.
I was on the wharf, standing in my togs.
A man came down the drive, he was directing a lorry, it parked with its back to the wharf.
By now a crowd had gathered
My employers opened the lorry door. I began to panicked they had tricked me,a mad raging bull charged towards me!
I was shocked.
I felt my only escape would be off the wharf.
So I jumped.
It didn’t work the bull was following as feet tips touched the ice-cold watter the bull was upon me.
I was on the wharf, standing in my togs.
A man came down the drive, he was directing a lorry, it parked with its back to the wharf.
By now a crowd had gathered
My employers opened the lorry door. I began to panicked they had tricked me,a mad raging bull charged towards me!
I was shocked.
I felt my only escape would be off the wharf.
So I jumped.
It didn’t work the bull was following as feet tips touched the ice-cold watter the bull was upon me.
marketing questionaire
1) Would you think hot chips idea for market day?
2) Prices ranging from $1.50-$3.00 be reasonable for chips?
3) Tomato sauce and mayonnaise and the most favorite sauces on chips?
4) Presentation matters?
5) Charge for sauces and you get cheaper chips?
6) Larger portions for a more expensive price?
7) 5mins wait for chips would be reasonable?
8) Creating advertising matters?
9) Would paper cups be suitable to contain hot chips?
10) A Random discount time period where the price will be reduced?
for busineses studies.
2) Prices ranging from $1.50-$3.00 be reasonable for chips?
3) Tomato sauce and mayonnaise and the most favorite sauces on chips?
4) Presentation matters?
5) Charge for sauces and you get cheaper chips?
6) Larger portions for a more expensive price?
7) 5mins wait for chips would be reasonable?
8) Creating advertising matters?
9) Would paper cups be suitable to contain hot chips?
10) A Random discount time period where the price will be reduced?
for busineses studies.
our 10 english spelling words!
Hastings
Whanganui
Mangakino
Whangarei
Dunedin
Cook Strait
Waimakariri River
Napier
Whakatane
Taumaranui
Tauranga
Taupo
Motueka
New Plymouth
Invercargill
Kaikoura
Tokoroa
Gisborne
Opotiki
Coromandel peninsula
Paraparaumu
Blenheim
Nelson
Ashburton
Christchurch
Lower Hutt
Rotorua
Te Awamutu
Cambridge
Matamata
Hawarden
Tokomaru bay
Masterton
Otago peninsula
Steward Island
Foveaux strait
Franz Josef Glacier
Rakaia
Westport
Pukekohe
Waikenae
Haast
Arrowtown
Queenstown
Tuatapere
Bluff
Lake Te Anau
Wellington
Murupara
Walkworth
Weiti River
Wellsford
Te kuiti
Twizel
Ruatoria
Te Kaha
Otira Tunnel
Geraldine
Wairoa
Kawhia
Manurewa
Kaitaia
Maungatapere
Cape Reihga
Hokianga Harbour
Taranaki
Hawkes bay
Canterbury
Bay of pleaty
Tasman sea
Banks Peninsula
Lyttelton
Hanmer
Arther’s pass
Rangitata River
Dannevirke
Porangahau
Putaruru
Picton
Fairlie
Lake Pukaki
Hunterville
Taihape
Bulls
Nightcaps
Whanganui
Mangakino
Whangarei
Dunedin
Cook Strait
Waimakariri River
Napier
Whakatane
Taumaranui
Tauranga
Taupo
Motueka
New Plymouth
Invercargill
Kaikoura
Tokoroa
Gisborne
Opotiki
Coromandel peninsula
Paraparaumu
Blenheim
Nelson
Ashburton
Christchurch
Lower Hutt
Rotorua
Te Awamutu
Cambridge
Matamata
Hawarden
Tokomaru bay
Masterton
Otago peninsula
Steward Island
Foveaux strait
Franz Josef Glacier
Rakaia
Westport
Pukekohe
Waikenae
Haast
Arrowtown
Queenstown
Tuatapere
Bluff
Lake Te Anau
Wellington
Murupara
Walkworth
Weiti River
Wellsford
Te kuiti
Twizel
Ruatoria
Te Kaha
Otira Tunnel
Geraldine
Wairoa
Kawhia
Manurewa
Kaitaia
Maungatapere
Cape Reihga
Hokianga Harbour
Taranaki
Hawkes bay
Canterbury
Bay of pleaty
Tasman sea
Banks Peninsula
Lyttelton
Hanmer
Arther’s pass
Rangitata River
Dannevirke
Porangahau
Putaruru
Picton
Fairlie
Lake Pukaki
Hunterville
Taihape
Bulls
Nightcaps
personification
Today was an important day, today was the day that I would make my speech. I waltzed out of my room and laughed as the wild rugged wind howled spookily, for today nothing would stamp out my confidence.
The time to leave drew nearer, and my shoes were becoming tricky to put on as my hands shook so much, thou they were soon forced to hug my feet.
I left the house and the trees immediately started to whisper as loud as they could, and the rain began to patter down, all I had to do was kept my on the lolly that would be my prize at the end.
The time to leave drew nearer, and my shoes were becoming tricky to put on as my hands shook so much, thou they were soon forced to hug my feet.
I left the house and the trees immediately started to whisper as loud as they could, and the rain began to patter down, all I had to do was kept my on the lolly that would be my prize at the end.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
death
Maybe it isn’t true.
Maybe it’s a lie.
Yes a lie this cant of happened not to me, not to dad. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.
My heart feels so hollow; I can feel the echo of my breathing.
I realize what heartache feels like and I don’t like it!
The feeling there is something missing, something you’ve forgotten, and if you had remembered it you could of prevented what had happened.
I fell like the whole world should stop just so they can grieve with me but I no that in reality it will never happen.
Crying and ignoring people will not change what has happened nor will it face the challenges that lie ahead for me
I’ve got to face what happened and get on with my life, I know that’s what he would have wanted me to do.
I’ve got to be strong.
this is just a story and has no relation to my father
Maybe it’s a lie.
Yes a lie this cant of happened not to me, not to dad. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.
My heart feels so hollow; I can feel the echo of my breathing.
I realize what heartache feels like and I don’t like it!
The feeling there is something missing, something you’ve forgotten, and if you had remembered it you could of prevented what had happened.
I fell like the whole world should stop just so they can grieve with me but I no that in reality it will never happen.
Crying and ignoring people will not change what has happened nor will it face the challenges that lie ahead for me
I’ve got to face what happened and get on with my life, I know that’s what he would have wanted me to do.
I’ve got to be strong.
this is just a story and has no relation to my father
best time with a reliever
It was cold; although the sun on the horizon told me the day had the potential to be absolutely brilliant and sunny.
I was sitting with my back against the wall, the teacher was always late, which left the class I was in standing outside chatting and disrupting the other classes around them. Many times annoyed teachers had found there way into the classroom and let us wait inside for our teacher to come.
Finally the door opened and a raging rush of students would squeeze through the door and take there seats.
The thing that I find most strange in a class with no seating plan is that even thou there isn’t one the students tended to make there own by always sitting in the same seats.
I settled into my own mentally allocated seat and pulled out my math book. (We were doing algebra yuck, but to my surprise I was actually O.K at it)
When I looked up I saw we had a reliever and all our work had been scrawled across the board.
I got up and walked slowly over to where the books were kept, this was routine, the people who also sat at my table rarely did anything at all excepted copy off me. This irritated me like rash that you no you’re not supposed to scratch but you do it any way. My question is how do you say no? I didn’t have a clue I just told myself that it wasn’t me who was going to get the bad marks for most of my exams.
Things were going normally plenty of talking a few bits of paper flung across the room, but people were getting a good amount of work done.
“You have been working extremely well, so I’ve decided to take you all out for a game” informed the reliever.
Who never actually told us her name?
The classes walked slowly outside and listened to the instructions.
As we began to play I let my mind wander in to what our original teacher would have thought if she saw us playing a game. It was very difficult to think what she would do? How would she handle it?
Would she leave or make us go inside to finish off the lesson.
These silly little thoughts were washed completely from my mined when my turn came around to play the game.
There were two lines each with an equal amount of people number from one to thirteen and when your number is called you race against the person from the other side whose number matches yours. You race for an item in the middle and who ever can get it and get back to the line with out being tagged by the opposite player (The one who didn’t reach the item) is the winner.
It was a childish game, but fun to race against people from my class, better than math’s any day.
I enjoyed myself that math’s lesson, and I hope that one day it will happen again.
I promised myself that I would never forget that lesson and it will be filed in my brain for years and years to come.
Because of that reliever math’s was made interesting. Even thou I don’t know her name I will always remember her face and her short white afro that was growing from her head.
I was sitting with my back against the wall, the teacher was always late, which left the class I was in standing outside chatting and disrupting the other classes around them. Many times annoyed teachers had found there way into the classroom and let us wait inside for our teacher to come.
Finally the door opened and a raging rush of students would squeeze through the door and take there seats.
The thing that I find most strange in a class with no seating plan is that even thou there isn’t one the students tended to make there own by always sitting in the same seats.
I settled into my own mentally allocated seat and pulled out my math book. (We were doing algebra yuck, but to my surprise I was actually O.K at it)
When I looked up I saw we had a reliever and all our work had been scrawled across the board.
I got up and walked slowly over to where the books were kept, this was routine, the people who also sat at my table rarely did anything at all excepted copy off me. This irritated me like rash that you no you’re not supposed to scratch but you do it any way. My question is how do you say no? I didn’t have a clue I just told myself that it wasn’t me who was going to get the bad marks for most of my exams.
Things were going normally plenty of talking a few bits of paper flung across the room, but people were getting a good amount of work done.
“You have been working extremely well, so I’ve decided to take you all out for a game” informed the reliever.
Who never actually told us her name?
The classes walked slowly outside and listened to the instructions.
As we began to play I let my mind wander in to what our original teacher would have thought if she saw us playing a game. It was very difficult to think what she would do? How would she handle it?
Would she leave or make us go inside to finish off the lesson.
These silly little thoughts were washed completely from my mined when my turn came around to play the game.
There were two lines each with an equal amount of people number from one to thirteen and when your number is called you race against the person from the other side whose number matches yours. You race for an item in the middle and who ever can get it and get back to the line with out being tagged by the opposite player (The one who didn’t reach the item) is the winner.
It was a childish game, but fun to race against people from my class, better than math’s any day.
I enjoyed myself that math’s lesson, and I hope that one day it will happen again.
I promised myself that I would never forget that lesson and it will be filed in my brain for years and years to come.
Because of that reliever math’s was made interesting. Even thou I don’t know her name I will always remember her face and her short white afro that was growing from her head.
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