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​ HI ITS LIAM HERE AND IM THE LEADER OF THE MINISTRY OF SMART PEOPLE DISPLAY GROUP THE MEMBERS ARE<>:;(^^^) LIAM (MYSELF,LEADER),MAX (DEPUTY),SAM (MEMBER),TEGAN (MEMBER),BROOKE (MEMBER)

OUR RESPONSIBILITY'S ARE<>:;(^^^) LIAM - ALL COMPUTER WORK,ICT AND GRAFFITI HEADINGS. MAX - MAP,NARRATIVE AND MOST WRITING SAM - FLAG,ART AND MOST DRAWING TEGAN - VISUAL WALL BROOKE - VISUAL WALL

THURSDAY 10TH JUNE.

TODAY WE WILL BE WORKING ON OUR SPECIAL VISUAL WALL AND FILE WORK BUT UNFORTUNATELY BROOKE IS AWAY AT KAPA HAKA.

EVALUATION<>:;(^^^)

MAX DID SOME GOOD WRITING,DRAWING AND LOTS OF OTHER STUFF TEGAN DID GOOD GOOGLE SEARCHING FOR TRIBE NAMES AND ALSO DID SOME OTHER WORK SAM DID GOOD FLAG DRAWING AND WORK FOR MRS.S LIAM DID A LITTLE BIT OF WORK AND LASTLY BROOK WAS ABSENT TILL THE END OTHERWISE SHE DID SOME GOOD WORK

KEY COMPETENCIES<>:;(^^^)

OUR GROUP SHOWED LOTS OF KEY COMPETENTCIES INFACT EVERYONE FOLLOWED ALL 5 OF THEM THE KEY COMPETENCIES ARE <>:;(^^^) MANAGING SELF THINKING RELATING TO OTHERS PARTICIPATING AND CONTRIBUTING AND USING LANGUAGE,SYMBOLS AND TEXT

FRIDAY 11TH JUNE

TODAY WE WILL BE WORKING ON... LIAM-THE WIKI AS I AM SAM-THE FLAG WHICH IS ALMOST FINISHED TEGAN & BROOKE-DISPLAY WALL MAX-WILL BE WORKING ON HIS NARRATIVE.

TUESDAY 15 JUNE

LIAM IS DOING THE WIKI AND MAKING EVERY GROUPS PAGE AND EDITING OUR GROUPS PAGE NOW AS YOU KNOW SAM IS DESIGNING ANOTHER FLAG BECAUSE MRS.S IS NOT HAPPY WITH THE ONE SHE MADE BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE STREAMS TO BIG HAHA WHATEVER WELL IM THE LEADER AND I THOUGHT IT WAS AWESOME.MAX WAS STILL WRITING THE NARRATIVE AND IS FINISHED WHAT A GODSEND BUT HE IS NOW WAITING FOR MRS.S TO CLARIFY WITHER HE IS FINISHED.AND TEGAN AND BROOKE ARE WORKING ON THEIR BEAUTIFUL VISUAL WALL. HERE IS MAX RIDOUTS BRILLIANT NARRATIVE

THE STORY OF THE FLATLAND TRIBE. In the early 1800s a tribe of loyal warriors and hard working women lived among the highest peaks of the infamous Canterbury plains. A tribe of over 150 people, there was a lot of feeding to do everyday. The hunters were out hunting almost all day. From sunrise, to sunset. All day was spent desperately searching the hills for food. The tribe was of good intention and always found some way to stay alive. They were good people as well, and traded frequently with other south island tribes. The trading routes were aplenty, but although there were so many roads and tracks to get around on, people usually found themselves trapped in endless jams of traffic. It was mostly miners who caused these jams, all on their way to the western mines, famous for there huge amounts of gold. They were all hoping for the same thing, to make their fortunes as gold diggers and move away to the farthest reaches of the north. The tribe of the plains often traveled to these mines to get some extra money, but they were always cautious of the nearby gold towns, where miners sold all of their gold just to buy a loaf of bread. But of course, these mining towns were an earthly heaven for smugglers and war-lords. All of whom rip settlers off every day.

But even though the people of the plains were very cautious with their money and treasure, they were great people. At the base of the towering mount Thomas, they had their small camp. A few buildings and stores were all there was. But still, it was a great place for trading, gathering food and water, and hunting small game.

In the late 1800s, after several generations in the tribe, people began to die of a mystery illness. Over half of the tribe fell dead because of this seemingly unfair illness. The tribe had only a few days previously, signed a major trade deal with the westerners, allowing them free fruit and huge amounts of cattle. All they had to do to get these valuable animals and crates of fruit was travel the busy trade routes to the west coast every week. But because of the illness, that the villagers called the beginning of chaos, nobody could travel. The noble and trusty leader of the plains tribe only saw on way out, to separate the people to stop the disease spreading. So within three weeks, by which time, almost everyone was sick, the leader mate, had applied five leaders to save the tribe. A few days later, the newly split five tribes separated and went their different ways. The five tribes of around thirty members each went to the mountains, river, forest, sea, and flatland.

Over the next two years, the illness healed and the new five tribes grew accustomed to their unique new lands. Of course, we are the flatland tribe, situated in northern loburn on the grassy fields. We only have a small village and not many warriors, but we are still strong. We hunt game and grow veges and fruit. And with several outposts, we are completely safe. We frequently trade with the other tribes and to this day, we remain in contact. Our tribal camp is not very well sheltered and this can affect us being attacked by enemy tribes, but we can see for long distances with the help of our five strong outposts. We have a slow flowing river that we use for hours of bathing and fishing, and we also have our own excellently made raft and bridge, made of long poles of bamboo and with a roof of bark and flax. Our river is nestled between two stop banks that prevent floods. So overall, the flatland tribe has spent a relatively happy hundred years as their own unique colony, fending for ourselves, trading with fellow tribes and battling our stubborn foes. We continue to lead happy lives to this very day.

THE STORY OF THE FLATLAND TRIBE. MAX RIDOUT 15/6/2010

17 june 2010

its liam and today i didi my homework in tribal time