Strike work shop

                          Room 8 + 9 stomping down the hill, lining up to go inside. We enter the school hall the first thing I saw was a massive circle full of drums, I sat down, in front of me was a medium drum and a pair  of sticks I look at my neighbors drum ''whoa you have a massive drum'' a smirk wipes on her face. We all start with macho polo but why were we doing macho polo? when a loud bang echoed in my ear I hit my drum I listened carefully I could hear different sorts of tunes of the drum in the hall.

 Next  Hannah taught us a song that goes whats the time bro I don't know I looked at other people banging their drums it all was on time it looked like a pattern my ears were ringing hard out because of the loud noise. A teacher peeked inside the hall it was time to go we headed outside to our class room.                      

The art exhibition

I stepped inside the door I peered inside the room my buddy was between my friend and I, I searched the room with my eyes there were all sorts of art there was lino printing, weaving, crochet, photography, origami, quilting. After I saw what everyone was doing I started to go to them one by one, my friend and my buddy and I first went to my friends auntie she was doing a tui but the way she did it she had a stick and a chalk the chalk was caller-taped onto the stick. She told us that the first person was a man there was a picture of him she had to imagine where everything was supposed to be.
We had to go now but I spotted a curios photo I told my friend if I could take a photo of it when I took a photo of it I tried to guess what it could be but I had no clue it was time to go so we headed out the door.