<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369778</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:16:03.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahora School</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18369778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tahora School Highfliers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335445623840865054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369778.post-114886186131055833</id><published>2006-05-28T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:17:41.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daniel Masters&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 27 April 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Mud Slide”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raced around the side of the lake to the mud slide. I was about the tenth person there  but we were not allowed to walk up the steps because there were no instructors around. Finally the instructors came over to the mud slide and we were allowed to start walking up the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People started racing down the mud slide. As I approached the top of the steps I became wetter and wetter because Lara was squirting us with the hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was my turn. Lara squirted my back with the hose and gave me some dishwashing liquid to rub on my backside. I jumped on to the slide and away I went. Plop! Into the mud! The mud felt all slimy with the dishwashing liquid mixed into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed out of the mud pit and dived into the lake to wash the mud off me. I thought that the mud slide was fun because I came out of the mud pit covered in mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18369778-114886186131055833?l=mtdamper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/feeds/114886186131055833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18369778&amp;postID=114886186131055833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18369778/posts/default/114886186131055833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18369778/posts/default/114886186131055833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/2006/05/daniel-masters-thursday-27-april-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Tahora School Highfliers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335445623840865054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369778.post-114310388879011045</id><published>2006-03-23T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:51:28.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming  Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5549/1792/1600/MVC-004S.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5549/1792/320/MVC-004S.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5549/1792/1600/MVC-002S.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5549/1792/320/MVC-002S.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday 22 February about 200 people from the Tainui Cluster Schools (Mimi, Uruti, Ahititi, Whareorino, Mokau and Tahora) were at our school for our combined swimming sports. here are some of the stories we wrote describing our fantastic day. Tahora came 2nd overall which is really good as we only have 8 children at our school."Good Morning, welcome to our school. You can order your lunch over there and you can have some morning tea in the classroom."Welcoming people was fun however I was nervous because there were about 200 people watching our races. I was really, really nervous because my first race was the senior medley. I can still remember standing and hearing the judge saying "Sarah's time is 25 seconds!" ( I came second) My race was the two lengths freestyle my time was 13 seconds and I was third. I also came third in the backstroke.by Sarah 10yrsI heaved into the backstroke, arms moving faster than a water wheel, legs moving faster than an Olympic sprinter, touched the end, swivelled round and took off apparently just like a frog on the breaststroke lap of the Senior Boys Medley. "Breathe, blow. Breathe, blow. Touch the end, swivel again. Freestyle go! Third stroke breathe, third stroke, breathe, third stroke breathe , touch"You're finished ",said the timer ,Good swim!" I glanced around. James touched. Daniel touched. We sat with our shoulders just under the water level so we didn't capture a cold. Mrs Jury walked along with her little wooden clipboard collecting our times, while Mrs Woodruff and Mrs Richardson hurriedly wrote out the certificates. I felt breathless because I had beaten my practice times. I was satisfied with my time and when I gasped to my Grandmother "It looks like those swimming lessons are finally paying off!"Grandma nodded and smiled.by Darren 12Yrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18369778-114310388879011045?l=mtdamper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/feeds/114310388879011045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18369778&amp;postID=114310388879011045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18369778/posts/default/114310388879011045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18369778/posts/default/114310388879011045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/2006/03/swimming-sports.html' title='Swimming  Sports'/><author><name>Tahora School Highfliers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335445623840865054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369778.post-113072543445818495</id><published>2005-10-31T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:37:27.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5549/1792/1600/MVC-010S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5549/1792/320/MVC-010S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are 8 children at Tahora School. We have everything including a new tennis court and a huge swimming pool and lots of sports equipment and computers. We have a very good teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We live in a very isolated area of the North Island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are in N.E. Taranaki and are surrounded by steep hills, farmland and bush. Our nearest towns are Stratford, Taraumaunui, and New Plymouth. These towns are an hour and a half to two hours away. When we play winter sports on Saturdays we have to travel about 90kms over three saddles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saddles are very high steep hills with tight winding roads. People from town often get sick, but we don't because we are used to going over them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18369778-113072543445818495?l=mtdamper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/feeds/113072543445818495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18369778&amp;postID=113072543445818495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18369778/posts/default/113072543445818495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18369778/posts/default/113072543445818495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-are-8-children-at-tahora-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Tahora School Highfliers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335445623840865054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369778.post-113044696410931920</id><published>2005-10-27T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:02:44.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5549/1792/1600/MVC-024S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5549/1792/320/MVC-024S.jpg" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tahora is an isolated rural settlement in Eastern Taranaki.  Most people around Tahora and Mt Damper are cattle and sheep farmers. This shot is taken on a frosty morning over the road from our school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18369778-113044696410931920?l=mtdamper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/feeds/113044696410931920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18369778&amp;postID=113044696410931920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18369778/posts/default/113044696410931920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18369778/posts/default/113044696410931920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtdamper.blogspot.com/2005/10/tahora-is-isolated-rural-settlement-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tahora School Highfliers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00335445623840865054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
