last day of school

Today on november of the 18th will be my last day at greymouth high school. I will be moving to napier on monday. It makes me sad to leave all my friends and family i have here, The amount of things I have learned hear I don't think I could've learnt anywhere else all because of the connection I have made with the teachers and the help of my friends. The first main focus in english was to do SEXY paragraphs, At first when you hear something like that it makes you laugh but then you learn to understand how incredible it's style of use works. In maths I took on my first algebra questions, Ofcourse i instantly thought the letter X was going to be in every question and I was barely wrong. I am quite sad to be leaving but I am happy to know that my friends will always remember me.

injury story: my cut toe

So today we will be talking about my life, as any other person it all starts with a date, Mines janurary, 4th day of 2003. Now i would consider my birth to be normal which it was, But I was almost born in a car which would of sucked because I would of had nowhere to call my hometown, But luckily I have greymouth to call that.

You know how you can’t remember anything as a baby because your brain hasn’t developed enough yet? Well my first memory was of me and tuhi playing with a candle, Well it was the only one i could remember actually. We would think it was so magical how we could pass our fingertips through the flame and not feel the heat, We would show our mum and she would play along just to make us feel special, My mum has been through a lot but she really value’s us too much and it’s kind of scary but we love her.

She would tell us we would do great things when we’re older and that we’d need to buy her a house when we’re millionaires. It’s a great feeling when someone so important to you believes you have the potential to accomplish all your dreams. By the time i was 6 i had already had my dream job, I wasn’t like any other kid, I didn’t want to go to the moon or be a fireman, I wanted to design house’s. We had a massive bank in our yard and i would get a few planks of wood and turn a old tree into a place to lay down and relax, Keep in mind I’m 6 so my mum thought I was a straight gift from god, even though I am.

That tree hut I could spend all day laying on, Having the sun set gently on my skin was the most comfortable feeling you could have, It really made you feel good about everything. That tree hut would probably be here today, Slightly molded but still as comforting. It would still have that view of the green grass in our backyard, It was really fresh and even, the height of it could be mistaken for hay, Watching the wind brush against it really helped put the painting together.

A year before that though i was really interested in tv shows as all of society was, i found little red riding hood on the famous channel “2”. I saw the lumberjack appear and thought wow that looks amazing, how could he chop tree’s with one swing! So drawn to the character i tried to cut wood myself and well of course it couldn’t of ended well, I walked down the hallway with that nice fresh breeze after warmth completely surrounding you. I walked outside and saw an axe, It looked like the one they use in red riding hood, had a dip of red paint right on the edge, water dripping down the bottom corner and was just sitting there, next to the garage door so freely, I couldn’t resist it and quick did I find a block of wood and attempt to re-act the scene's expecting the satisfaction of slicing the wood, I picked up the axe, It was much heavier than expected but i was surprised i was even able to lift such weight. I reached above my head and pulled it down as fast as I could.  I had barely put a line in it, i was so confused because all i had ever known about chopping wood was from red riding hood. I thought i had done something wrong so i  went for another attempt. This time i lifted it as high as my arms could reach, and i yanked it down as if i was pulling myself up from drowning. The swing was unsteady, i had no control when it came down and with miss-direction, the axe went straight threw my toe, i was in too much shock to realise what had happened, a puddle of blood had appeared, i screamed as loud as i could.

my mum rushed out as fast as she could, she was calm about the situation, she got a tea towel and wiped up some of the blood and dialed the ambulance. I have no clue if they put me to sleep inside the ambulance because all i remember was waiting for it to come, then everything went blank, the next thing i remember were the lights in the hospital flashing as they raced me into the surgeon's room, they asked what had hurts, i told them my toe, my toe had been cut and the axe had almost gone right through the middle, i blanked out again and i remember leaving the hospital. My mum and dad were so happy to finally have me back after an hour or more. To this day i still have the scar.

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