St Francis Biography

St Francis of Assisi was born in 1182. Francis was one of seven children to Pietro di Bernardone and his wife, Pica de Bourlemont. When Francis was born, Pietro was on business in France, so  Pica (His Mother) had him baptized as Giovanni. When Pietro returned, he renamed his son Francesco which means the Frenchman which people believe was in honor of his company success and excitement for things that are French.

As Francis grew older, he was known for his partying and drinking. After fighting in a war between Assisi and Perugia, Francis was arrested for ransom. He spent nearly a whole year waiting for his father to bail him out. After he was released from prison, Francis was sick emotionally and physically. Then all of a sudden Francis heard the voice of Christ. The voice told Francis to repair the Christian Church and live a life full of poverty. Therefore, Francis left his carefree wealthy life and then he became a follower of the faith. His good reputation quickly spread all over the world. After a while in his new life, Francis saw a vision that left him with the marks of the stigmata of Christ. He was the first person to receive the holy wounds from Christ. Francesco died on the 3rd October 1226 in Assisi , Umbria, Papal States. He was later canonized on the 16th July 1228 by Pope Gregory IX. Saint Francis’s Feast day is October 4th.

What I have learned from St Francis of Assisi is about giving and being selfless and not to take. I have also learned from St Francis of Assisi that where there is hatred, sow love, where there is despair, sow joy, where there is war, sow peace, where there is doubt, sow faith and where there is injury, sow pardon. St Francis is an inspiration to me because as he was younger he lived a wealthy carefree life, but until he heard the calling of God telling him to live a simple life. He has inspired me to stand up to those who have a higher position in the world. He also inspired me to be grateful for the things I have.

By: Fuatino.S

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We were learning about the Olympics.We had to choose a country that was participating in the Olympics, an athlete from the country of our decision, an NZ athlete, and an Olympic event. We also had to put all of this information into a newspaper. We had to name our Newspaper and put advertisements into our newspaper. I have learnt a lot of interesting Olympic Facts and also Colombian Facts.What I would do next would proof read my newspaper and edit my mistakes instead of my teacher. Press on the link to read my Olympics Newspaper! Please put a positive comment down below!

Conservation Week 2016

We were learning about Conservation. I have created a emaze presentation to show my learning about Conservation.

100m Sprint Olympics Presentation

Mirrors Presentation

We have been learning about Mirrors and the properties of mirrors. We have also learnt about sound and light. I enjoyed my time learning about Mirrors with Miss Ashe and Room 5.

Senior Hub Timetable

Protest writing about Oscar Romero

“Aah!!” I screamed as a bullet is shot at Oscar

Romero.

He falls in agony as people run towards him. Shock takes over me. My stomach churns as I take a step on the altar and my heart starts beating fast as I look at the sight in front of me. Warm salty tears pour down my cheeks as I stand horrified and disgusted as. Fear runs through my veins as as people try to save him. I close my eyes and pray it’s a dream, but when I open my eyes, I’m faced with reality. A metallic scent is coming off him. I feel vomit starting to come out of my throat as I walk closer. All around the altar is pool of  dark red liquid slowly spreading. I clench my fist in anger so hard knuckles are turning white. I turn away from the sight in front of me and look around. Many people are still in shock and some have fainted. As I walk away from the altar i notice my white dress is stained with blood.

Many are praying that he may survive but I know it is too late.

My eyes burned as I tried to hold back the tears that were coming out. I looked at the man who gave me hope and courage to stand up against the Government, now it’s gone.

“No he’s gone!” I hear a voice at the back of the altar.

I try to stay calm and be emotionless but the cause of loss pains me. Despair, sadness and anger are written all over the faces I am familiar with. I clutch on my white satin dress as I am faced to the cross. I hear sobbing and whimpering at the back of me. Sitting down on the stairs near the altar and look blankly at the white ceiling. Time seems to have frozen as I yell out in sadness to the cross

“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HIM AWAY!” “HE WAS OUR ONLY HOPE NOW HE IS GONE!”

“Why are you so angry?” a voice with a hint of sadness in it says from behind me. I look around and am faced with a man who looked in his early fifties.

I say to him “I am angry because I am faced with the cruel reality that seems to only have despair and darkness in it.”

He looks at me and says  “Can you hear yourself? You sound like the world has ended. Oscar wouldn’t have wanted this! Have faith and stay strong!”

I look at him in shock as he starts to walk away.

“May he rest in peace” I whisper hoarsely.

By:Fuatino