Commitment

This term we are focusing on commitment, as it is one of our school values.
Last term we focused on respect, for the same reason.

The question is: "What does commitment mean to me?"

For me, commitment is the ability to stick with something. It's the ability to change your mindset so that you can dedicate yourself to a cause that you believe is worthwhile. Being able to stick through to the end for something, because you believe that something truly matters to you. With commitment, the cause doesn't matter, it's more about you and how you dedicate yourself to it.

More Tables and Chairs in the Learning Commons

Gregory

180 Waterloo Road

Wigram

Christchurch

Monday, October 15th, 2018

Robin Sutton

180 Waterloo Road

Hornby

Christchurch

Dear Mr. Sutton

The new Hornby High School rebuild has turned out great, and I believe I speak for all students when I say
that the rebuild has been a positive change to Hornby that we welcome with open arms.

Moreover, I am content with how the Cafeteria and Learning Commons are well lit and have consistent
air conditioning. Many of the old classroom block’s classes had a habit of being either much too cold or
much too hot, with the only way to heat or cool the classrooms being opening and closing the
windows/doors.

In addition, I noticed the Learning Commons is also very quiet, especially during class time. Since the
Learning Commons is a place to sit down, focus, relax, and finish work, this is a very desirable feature of
any information commons and I am pleased that Hornby is lucky enough to have it.

Furthermore, I have noted that the Learning Commons’ cleaning crew has been able to keep our new
building sparkling clean. I believe that consistent upkeep is an important feature that makes the Learning
Commons feel like a real space to sit down, focus, and get work done.

Despite all these attributes, there still exist areas for continued development. It seems that, while the cafeteria
has surplus seating, the Learning Commons is somewhat short in seating choices. This is not an important
problem, but it is still an issue with an easy change. Currently, if you were to want to sit down, you would
have to go to the careers area, behind the large stairs. Even here, there is no guarantee that seating will be
available.

In the event that you do get a seat, especially in the small booths in the “main” Learning Commons, you
have no access to the TV’s that are hooked onto the walls. Speaking for myself and others, I believe that
students could benefit from plugging their Chromebook into the HDMI cable that sticks out of the TV,
whether it’s to be for students working together, or for watching a movie during break time.

In conclusion, the Learning Commons is a quiet, well cleaned, consistently lit and air-conditioned space, that
Hornby High School is very privileged to have and use. I hope that you can take into account some of my
criticisms, and help the Learning Commons reach its full potential as a learning space.

Yours Sincerely,

Gregory

My Holiday.

𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜? 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐. "𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎."

𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕." 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚍'𝚜. 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚆𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚍'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢.