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Thursday, 23 June 2016

People and Protest

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In our class we were learning about scale drawings, decimal points, measurement and enlarging. We were also learning about Catholic Social Justice in our Religious Education. For our inquiry we have been researching inspiring historical people for our focus “People and Protest.” (Our intention is to enter the Elsie Locke Writing Competition). The first part of our inquiry was teacher led where we found out about Saint Oscar Romero. It was also a math activity. We had to scale and ratio a copy of the painting and enlarge it so that it could be put onto our class wall. (This image is as big as I am!) This came from the site:Truly Love thy Neighbour. My self directed inquiry is on St. Joan of Arc.

Here is a link to my report on Oscar Romero: https://goo.gl/JJlTZY

Thursday, 16 June 2016

Report on Saint Oscar Romero-A protestor

Oscar Romero


Oscar Romero was born on August 15th 1917 in Ciudad Barrios, El Salvador. El Salvador was an unfair country, where people with more power could torture those without. He was born into a large family with 7 other siblings. His parents were Guadalupe de Jesus Galdamez, and Santos Romero. His family were neither rich nor poor, they were wealthier than most of their neighbours, but the children had to sleep on the floor. Oscar was determined to become a priest, so when he was 14 he entered the seminary. 11 years later, at the age of 25, he became a priest in 1942. On the 12th of March 1977 Oscar Romero became an Archbishop. Soon after his friend Rutilio Grande assassinated. When he had heard this news he was deeply affected. He realised that what the government was doing to the poor was very bad, and that someone had to stick up for those without voice against those with too much power.


At that point he decided that he would be the one to stick up for others, especially the poor. Oscar then visited the outskirts of El Salvador where a lot of poor people lived without the necessities of life. He assured and helped them, so that they knew that someone was there. He gave them hope. Oscar Romero even made radio broadcasts to proclaim his Sunday sermons, made public protests and organised peace marches against poverty. These public announcements made the government angry because they didn’t want people to know about the Christian message, particularly their soldiers.


Since the government didn’t want Archbishop Romero to continue ex-mayor General Roberto D-aubuisson ordered his death. Oscar’s last sermon was to the soldiers saying that they shouldn’t kill people for we are all the same. On the 24th of March 1980, Oscar Romero was saying mass in the Church of Divine Providence. While he was consecrating the Eucharist, a gunman pulled up infront of the Church, took aim, and shot Romero in the heart. A huge crowd gathered for Archbishop Romero’s funeral. Snipers hiding in the rooftops, killed 40 people and injured several. He was declared a martyr on the 3rd of February 2015 by Pope Francis, and he was beatified on the 23rd of May 2015.

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Thursday, 2 June 2016

My Bake Sale Flyer

I am learning to create graphic design. I have made a flyer to promote our classes bake sale.

Thursday, 26 May 2016

Before and after Vatican ii



Pre Vatican II
After Vatican II (1960)
Mass said in Latin
Mass said in local language
Catholic schools were taught by priests and nuns
Catholic schools are now taught by anyone that has at least a bit of background of teaching in a Catholic way.
Nuns wore full habits and were recognised by the public
Some orders of nuns can now wear appropriate “mufti”.
Everyone went to Mass dressed the best
Everyone chooses to dress however they want
Women weren’t allowed to have important roles in Mass
Women are now allowed to take the important roles in Mass such as Eucharistic ministers.
There was the same music for every mass(probably said in Latin)
Now the music are chosen by the priest, who chooses an appropriate song for the congregation.


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BY:
Michaela-http://ctkmichaelai.blogspot.co.nz/

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

My Unsung Hero Narrative



Unsung Hero



I can’t believe this has happened! I woke up in the middle of the freezing winter night hearing the fire alarm blaring. I could scarcely hear my brother telling me to go outside. Half awake, I trudged downstairs where my mum was trying frantically to put out a batty, brutal, blazing fire in our living room. Her eyes were terrified as she ushered us outside and ordered us to knock on our neighbours doors, and ask them for help.


“Come on.” My brother said nervously, but thrilled at the same time. Squish Squelch! The mud under my feet sent chills down my spine. My brother and I ascended one of our neighbours steps, ‘Creak!’ I felt like I was in a horror movie. We knocked once, no answer, twice, nothing, three times, and still nothing! So we descended the stairs with a sigh and went to knock on the rest of our neighbours doors. All of the houses repeated the same situation, knocking once, twice and three times with no response. Overcome with defeat, we leaned against our house, full of anxiety, and unsure if we should go inside. My eyes were fluttering, sleep taking over me, when suddenly a bright light jolted me awake, and a roar of an engine filling me with hope.


(I am still working on this)