Uganda Travel Guides

In geography we have coninued our studies of Uganda. We havebeen looking at photos of rural and urban Uganda and also watched the film, Queen of Katwe, with a focus on identifying what life in Kampala might be like.

The children then wrote travel guides based on these evidence sources. We would like to know what our Ugandan friends think of our guides.

Jake

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Eloise

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Joe

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Jessica

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Olympic Fortnight – Even More Poems

Usain Bolt by Kirsten

Getting ready to go

When the gun goes kablow

Running on the track

Ahead of the pack

He’s flash of lightning

No one can beat him

He’s as fast as you can imagine

With the power of an engine

He goes really fast

So prepare to finish last

He’s winning the gold medal

Usain Bolt by Abi E 

Running down the track

You can only see his back

He may be a hero

When he gets nine zero

Fast as lightning

So fast it is frightening

Bolt is his name

Winning is his the game

Usain Bolt by Jack 

Unstoppable

Speedy like a cheetah

Athletically fit

Insanely fast

Nothing can stop him

Bullet from a gun

Off at top speed

Like lightning he runs

Track filled with dust

Qualifying by Elyse

Step forward on my mark

Shouts of support pump my heart

Blurry track straight ahead

Can’t concentrate, clear my head

Muscles twitch want to go

Want to run, but head says “No”

Need to win, I really do

If I don’t, I wont go through

Glance to my right, opponents stand

Poised like rubber bands

Sun is hot, sky is blue

Sweat trickles down, and dampens my shoe

BANG! The gun fires we leap off our marks

The crowd screams and shouts, happy as Larks

I skim ahead, wind in my hair

I don’t know what’s happening, who what and where

As I surge forward I feel I can fly

I feel so light, I feel so high

Is it a dream? I am not sure

But I`ve finished first place, don’t need to run any more

Jog to my team mates “AMAZING !” they cry

But the finals already begin to loom in my mind

Courage by Emma

 

Courage is so strong

It pulls you up when you fall

It makes you go again

THE OLYMPIC TORCH by Jake

Fire-maker

Good-traveller

Gold-scorcher

Wood-burner

Games-starter

Hero-maker

World-taker

Games-ender

All good things come to those who wait – Letters from Kafuro

On Thursday we were visited by Johan & Peter Welsh, who gave a presentation to the Lower School before giving a talk to the whole school at assembly time. They had brought back with them a short film about Kafuro which the children will watch one day during assembly time. They also brought back replies to letters that the children had written two years ago when they were in Class BG. There was a great deal of excitement when the letters were handed out and the children look forward to sending replies when Mr Stanley goes out to Kafuro at the end of July. PDFs of the letters are attached below.

Letter to Korban

letter to Abi E

Letter to Jake

Letter to Susie

Letter to Will R

Letter to Abi P

Letter to Harry

Letter to Charlotte

Letter to Susie 2

Letter to John

Letter to Will W

Letter to Jake 2

 

Communication Fortnight – Story Glory

Yesterday was the closing ceremony of Communication Fortnight, two weeks that have been dedicated to speaking and listening. Class AS have been working very hard on an activity called Story Glory. This is where the children are given a list of props or items and have to make a story out of them.

 

Mr Stanley gave the children the following items: The Statue of Liberty, a sunhat, a tennis raquet, a rugby ball, Granny and a dalmatian called Larry. All the groups produced some great stories, but the group selected was composed of Katie, Charlotte, Susie, Jake, Korban, Madeline and Kirsten and they brought the house down with a brilliant performance making their classmates and teacher very proud. They were presented with a deserved certificate by Mrs Green.

 

Poetry – The Woods

This week in literacy we have been looking at a a range of poems about woods, all with different rhyming patterns. We have also investigated simile, metaphor, alliteration and assonance, personification and onomatopoeia.

We gathered together a stockpot of words, then we drafted poems and checked them with our response partners before producing the final poems. Here’s the first few with more to follow.

Elyse

Dark Woods

I stumble through the darkening forest

Mist lingers in the eerie gloom

Shadows watch my every foot step

Cast down by the ghostly full moon

 

I feel my heart pounding in my chest

Gnarled roots block my every path

Silence pins me down like daggers

Encouraged by a monstrous laugh

 

Tall trees tower above me

Like long crooked hands

Creaking in the howling wind

Giants from faraway lands.

 

Lily

The Wood

I walk through the wood in a breeze

The frost biting my fingers

With freezing achy knees.

 

The creepy shadows chasing me

I scream and scream but no one can hear

I sand a still as a statue but I want to flee.

 

Scaring myself half to death

My heart pounding furiously

Trying to catch my breath.

 

I walk through a forbidden area

I step on a twig, CRACK!

The foul owl is just making it scarier.

 

Katie

Walking through the wood

 

I stagger through the foggy wood

Not able to see through the pitch black night

I’m longing to be snuggled in my bed

Than having this horrible fright

 

The towering trees are odd figures

Reaching out to hold me back

Dark shadows follow my every move

Trying to push me off the track.

 

Snap, creak, there’s something near

I don’t dare to look behind me

An awful stench fills my nose with coal

Right now I feel like I want to flee.

 

The moon above me gives me an icy glare

Just like it thinks I’m bad

Terrible trenches lie ahead

Right now I don’t feel like being sad.

Will R

The Woods.

Walking through the wood at night

The eerie trees watch me

Giving me a fright.

 

It’s like walking through a ghost town

Every step is like a bomb going off

I’m only in my gown.

 

Crick crack as I go over the bridge

I hope it doesn’t break

It is as cold as a fridge.

 

Madeline

The way through the woods

I walk through the creepy trees

And branches try to grab me

And things doing evil deeds

It is as if I’m blind, but they can see

 

Something claps,

I spin around

I see nothing, not even some trees

And I can’t hear a sound

 

Horrid hands hold my hair,

I look to see,

And as I do, my T-Shirt tears

But it is just a tree.

 

The awful noises make me scream

I fall to the ground

I want it to be a dream,

And I cower as the noises pound

 

Elias

The Wood Poem.

I’m in a freaky forest, trees are trying to grab me,

The leaves are crunching on the ground,

As quiet as ants swiftly striding,

I am nowhere to be found.

 

I tiptoe carefully across the mulching muddy floor,

Doom has caught me in a sack,

As scary as a clown in a circus,

It has all turned pitch BLACK!

 

Bushes rustle like they are alive!

The moon has a funnily luminous light,

Twigs explode like deadly dynamite, BANG!

I am bound to get a fright…………………….(cliffhanger)

Emily

The Wood

As I walk along the forest path

The night closes around me

Mysterious eyes watching every step I take

Shadows dashing in between trees

 

The wind howls like a wolf

And fear makes you want to flee

Hearing sounds that give me a fright

And the frost bites my knees

 

I stumble out the woods

Running as quick as I can

Terrified to look back

Not having any time to think of a plan

John

The Dark Woods

Stumbling through the shadows of the Dark Woods

The moon tries to show me the path

But the trees cover me, a gnarled hood

 

The eerie trees are too spine-chilling

So I look to the skies, as dark as coal,

I think that this could be a movie, quite thrilling

 

I know I cannot linger

Surrounded by the terrible trees

With the frost eating me away, finger by frozen finger

 

The trees creaking in the darkness

I creep through the clearing leaves rustling under my feet

With eyes staring out at me, heartless

Will W

The way through the woods

I walk along the dirty path

In the woods at night

The freaky trees are coming closer

Which give me a fright.

 

The icy wind freezes my fingers

And also my toes

The foul owl is sitting silently

Now the frost is freezing my nose.

 

The creepy creatures are casting shadows

I can now hear a crunch

But I want to go home now

I WANT MY LUNCH!!!

Jake

The dark Woods

I run alone in the damaged road

I scuttle under a tree like mice

Every step crunching twigs

My hands are cold as ice.

 

Scratch, squeal, beware the bats

I swim in a river like when I go to the Taro

The crack crackling as dead trees fall

And foxes go to their burrows.

 

The swaying trees stalk me

And shadows are in shapes like oblongs

The thorns prickle me

As I stroll along.

 

Cameron

The wood

Frozen darkness with eyes of despair

Surrounding you from every direction

Picking on you with sharp spiky thorns

Choosing you for an ominous election

 

Trees throwing down twigs of dynamite

Flowers planting mines instead of seeds

A snake covered path for you to follow

Getting you to do dark deeds

 

Hide yourself under some shadows

Shadows grab you like shadow covered quick sand

Getting dragged down to your dark death

Waiting for a good shadow to give you a hand

 

There’s no way out of this dark wood

It’s dreaded hands blocking all ways out

Trees that look at you with fiery eyes

The dark wood dark and dead without a doubt

 

It’s a never ending path like walking around a dark world

 

Eve

The wood

As I enter my way

Through the dark and misty wood

I hear the haunting sway

 

I start to get an unknown feeling

The cold and dark one,

“You have me on my knees kneeling!”

 

I start to walk further and further

I feel a piercing dagger making its way in,

Like I’m being murdered

 

I start to run as fast as I can

I trip over a twig pulling me

I want to be picked up by a van

 

Then I start to make my way out

I run faster and faster,

And as soon as I do I SHOUT!

Alex M

The way through the woods

 

I walk in the misty wood,

At seven hours past noon

Tossing and turning around icy trees

I’m expecting some gloom.

 

The trees with moss on,

Look like some doom

Trudging through the muddy path,

Leaves some shadows from the moon.

 

When the air is like a freezer,

I see a big black bat

It comes swooping towards me

Almost knocking me flat.

Theseus & the Minotaur – The Dance

This term in dance we have been looking at Theseus and the Minotaur. Each week we have created, practised and evaluated a different part of the dance, then today we put it all together and performed it as a whole.

There are six scenes to the dance:
1) King Aegeus choosing the victims for the Minotaur
2) The journey across the sea to Crete
3) Entering the labyrinth
4) Fighting the Minotaur
5) Exiting the labyrinth and leaving Ariadne on Naxos
6) Returning home and the suicide of Aegeus.

The children worked in four groups:
1) Alex M, Oliver, Alex C, Jack, Josh NB, Elias and Cameron
2) Elyse, Katie, Lily, Kirsten, Charlotte, Susie, Abi E and Abi P
3) Will R, Will C, Will W, James, Ben, Harry, Korban and Jake
4) John, Emma, Madeleine, Lucy, Eve, Josh F, Georgina and Emily

All files can be played with Quicktime

Theseus & the Minotaur Group 1
Theseus & the Minotaur Group 2
Theseus & The Minotaur Group 3
Theseus & the Minotaur Group 4