Wednesday 28 August 2019

Polyfest learning story

‘’Line up’’ shouted Kate. 

I’m in the changing room waiting for my dress for the Cook Island group.
 I’m am nervous but ready to perform for my family. I need to smile and dance.
I’m excited as well. The last few practices have been hard but I got the moves
done. In the last practices I  got my actions right then I worked on smiling,
I pretty much know all my actions. I like my costume and it fits me perfectly.
When I perform I did my actions at the right time. When I spin around in
my dress felt like I was on a big cloud. My favorite part was dancing to
the drums. Learning the actions were easy. 

‘’Hurry up’’ shouted Helen

I was getting ready for kapa haka and when I got my dress I needed to find a
place
to put my bag. I was looking for my feather. I  asked my friends
‘’where did they get the black lipstick?’. They said, “It’s in the bathroom.”
When I performed with my group I felt proud and strong.  

On the night, I was changed and ready to perform on stage.
I was excited and nervous. I was on the stage. The music started, I danced
and did my actions.  I also smiled. I had butterflies in my tummy. In my Cook
Island group, I couldn't find my dress but I found it. I was talking to my friends
that I was scared but I did it. In the Cook Island group, I thought I did well
because I swung my hips and danced. 

After my Cook Island group, I went to Kapa Haka I.  First I took off my Cook
Island dress in the bathroom,  I put on my Kapa Haka dress. I went into the
meetup space to get my black lipstick and got my band and feather. We were
all lined up in your lines and practicing our song and actions. I felt scared but
proud of myself for doing kapa haka. We were on stage coming in, I got in line.
‘’Whakapiri’’ said Praise. We sang and did the haka as well as our action song. 
At the end, the whole school sang We stand up we stand tall. Then my mum
came and picked me up at the end of the performance. My mum said that
the dancing was lovely and beautiful.  

    

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