Showing posts with label student. Show all posts
Showing posts with label student. Show all posts
Monday, 8 June 2020
Wednesday, 27 May 2020
Spirit and Soul
Founded by a 13 year old, this enterprising young woman has set up this website 'Body & Soul' , including a series of daily inspirational videos featuring well known NZ women starting 1 June. Worth watching if you are a young woman. Find out more via her YouTube channel, Facebook and Instagram.
Wednesday, 23 October 2019
Wednesday, 17 October 2018
Tuesday, 5 July 2016
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
Tuesday, 15 March 2016
Hooked on NZ books
Find books to read that have been reviewed and possibly recommended by other NZ secondary students. Learn how to review, get free books and publish your reviews.
Wednesday, 9 September 2015
Friday, 1 May 2015
Friday, 27 March 2015
Field of Remembrance
As we don't have a field to put these symbolic crosses of soldiers who died in WW1, we have decided on a 'Window of Remembrance' to silently remember their sacrifice. Hopefully passers-by will also remember. The Online Cenotaph might help you to find out about some of the names on the crosses or about a family member.
Thursday, 25 September 2014
Thursday, 28 August 2014
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Thursday, 24 October 2013
Podio for students
Podio makes it easy to work in real-time online with classmates to coordinate study groups, work on class projects, and organize research. You'll work more effectively, together.
Friday, 26 April 2013
What it is like to live with Chronic Fatigue:
MY School life
Now when I go to school it feels as if people discriminate against me because I’m never there. They say things. They say these things with bitter teeth and skepticism, like “what is wrong with you”, “there’s nothing wrong with you” and “your’ fine”. No. Not true.
They remember me as an energetic alternate version of myself that loved exploring and adventuring outside until nightfall. Rain or shine I would run and skip across the land. Moving from place to place, I would never sit still. Not like I am today.
My headaches are stronger than the blinding sun. They send a swift electrical pulse that zips up, down and through my brainstem. My sleep is a shroud of uncertainty, smothered by restless limbs, darkness, and the closure of walls. Once I wake, I feel exhausted and I struggle to attack the day face to face. I am afraid of becoming blinded, immobilized. I cannot think, say or do. This makes me a mental patient in others eyes. I feel I am already being tugged and bundled into an asylum.
In the early stages, I told my mother I wanted to be an astronaut. That way I could be free. Glide into the abyss. Be Invisible. We joked about family holidays in the tropics of Samoa, lying in the sand and sun. The blinding sun. To me, it wasn’t a joke. There is no break, no holiday and no abyss. I cannot stop and wonder why. All I can do now is begin to wait. Wait for a future that protects me, holds me and guards me. Knowing this is to be determined. No amount of remedies can fix me or ever will. Undoubtedly my life has yet to begin. I have been living in a shell that is cracked and dried and is filled with dread. Others may think of me as different. They look at me with distrusting eyes. They do not know that I have become the sickness, and the sickness…has become me.
Created by,
Scott
Now when I go to school it feels as if people discriminate against me because I’m never there. They say things. They say these things with bitter teeth and skepticism, like “what is wrong with you”, “there’s nothing wrong with you” and “your’ fine”. No. Not true.
They remember me as an energetic alternate version of myself that loved exploring and adventuring outside until nightfall. Rain or shine I would run and skip across the land. Moving from place to place, I would never sit still. Not like I am today.
My headaches are stronger than the blinding sun. They send a swift electrical pulse that zips up, down and through my brainstem. My sleep is a shroud of uncertainty, smothered by restless limbs, darkness, and the closure of walls. Once I wake, I feel exhausted and I struggle to attack the day face to face. I am afraid of becoming blinded, immobilized. I cannot think, say or do. This makes me a mental patient in others eyes. I feel I am already being tugged and bundled into an asylum.
In the early stages, I told my mother I wanted to be an astronaut. That way I could be free. Glide into the abyss. Be Invisible. We joked about family holidays in the tropics of Samoa, lying in the sand and sun. The blinding sun. To me, it wasn’t a joke. There is no break, no holiday and no abyss. I cannot stop and wonder why. All I can do now is begin to wait. Wait for a future that protects me, holds me and guards me. Knowing this is to be determined. No amount of remedies can fix me or ever will. Undoubtedly my life has yet to begin. I have been living in a shell that is cracked and dried and is filled with dread. Others may think of me as different. They look at me with distrusting eyes. They do not know that I have become the sickness, and the sickness…has become me.
Created by,
Scott
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
Article in the Southland Times about a SRHS student
I recommend you take a look at Sam's posting in his blog (link provided on this blog) which includes the article, "Teen doesn't let illness hold him back"
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