MMMuffins!

Mmrf...mmmm... Oh, sorry! I have to mind my manners. It's just that these muffins, oh, they taste like a golden piece of heaven filled with chocolate chips!

If you're lost, I'll clear it out. As most of our class was at a netball tournament, Miss Barton, our student teacher, had planned out an awesome morning of baking, to follow a recipe for procedure writing. So Room 11 was baking... wait for it....

CHOCOLATE CHIP MUFFINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, I'm still on a sugar high.

Well, I have to eat more muffins! They're so good... Mmrf!

Harakeke Weaving

Throwing the flax leaf down in sheer frustration and utter anguish, I rose to my feet and screamed in exasperation. I truly could not get the hang of weaving Harakeke.

Hardcore concentration sweat stood out in beads on my forehead. My brain was throbbing with different patterns and finger work. Taupiri, who had such nimble fingers, was done with her first weaving step before I had even finished my first line!

 Room 11 was learning more about Maori traditions, so we were weaving Harakeke (flax).
We had gone through a little flax ceremony, and now we were weaving to get a feel of Maori culture.

But I was so infuriated! I was letting my frustration spill all over my flax, which had pretty much gone to shreds.

So, I started with a fresh leaf, and things started to take a right turn for the better, and take the exit out of Angry-ville.

At the end, I did get the hang of it, although, my flower still looked like a tornado had struck and it was the only victim.

It was a great experience, but I would not like to weave again!