Mrs Eadie's group's English homework. Watch this clip if you want to find out more.
Our morning started off with the sports leaders setting up and waiting for our anxious teams to arrive. Sixpenny arrived first followed closely behind by Cranborne First. We could tell that they were all extremely excited to play. Even though they were only twenty minute games (with a break at half time), the teams thrived in the dry conditions and in the end the Sixpenny Handley ‘B’ team was victorious.
Even though the other teams didn’t manage to take the crown, they played brilliantly, demonstrating great sportmanship and congratulating the other teams.
The winning teams received medals and the captain received a trophy the school could keep. In addition, all the other teams were presented with certificates for participation. We also congratulated the parents and staff for coming and supporting their children.
A special thanks to all the sports leaders that made this day possible.
Written by Emilie and Ethan (Sporting Ambassadors)
Y8 have been using marbles as inspiration for creative writing based on planets. Here are some fantastic examples from today.
It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. I am sure it was a literal rainbow, the light refracting through its odd glass-like surface. However, its colours were in swirls. It was hypnotic, pulling me in with every passing second and if the window had not been there, I think I might have actually been sucked in. Under its cascading waves, was a dark abyss where no light reached. A black so dark, darker than night, darker than space. It was the darkest thing I had ever seen and contrasted blindingly with the rainbow-like colours on its surface. The tornado of colours kept pulling me in until, at its middle, I could see two minuscule white specks. Like eyes. They stared deep into my soul.
It was a face.
As we neared, I began to notice the features of this face. It was sucking in the colours in like a whirlpool. The thing’s mouth was gaping, cramming every ounce of the photons into its mouth. Moreover, it was this mouth where the brightest of the lights appeared to be coming from. The combination of these colours in such an enclosed, tight area had made a white brighter than anything I had ever seen before.
We had planned to land atop of the planet but our vessel began to phase through its surface. The surface was just colours and the centre was hollow. All I could see was the face.
This was no planet.
It was fake.
However, the face; the face was real.
The surface of this planet was an orange, no not an orange but a peach, a white, a deep fiery orange too difficult to describe. Each individual colour swept around and through each other, pulling together so that they could create a tapestry, a piece of artwork too wild and uncontrollable to be contained within one small, insignificant word.
Its polished plains stretched on and on, never losing their simplistic, perfectly polished beauty. Staring at the horizon, one could witness the clash of roaring, blazing fire and cloaked, smothering black as they fought for control of the sky.
Every one of this strange planet’s whorls was pulled, each welcoming its inevitable end, into an explosion of white hovering just above the centre. As the splotch of white bloomed, each delicate tendril of peach, mandarin or soft yellow picked up its pace racing towards their end.
It was beautiful. Horrifying, yes, in the way that they ran eagerly towards their doom, but so destructively beautiful.
This wonderful, yet horrible plant’s soil was unlike any that I had ever seen before in the way that it had none. Its surface was so cleanly cut it was molten metal contained mesmerisingly by the space around it in a perfect sphere.
Its flat fields were red mixed with orange and yellow, mixed together like a campfire made solely with the purpose of roasting marshmallows, like a fireplace decked with holly-wreaths warming you on Christmas morning. Surrounded by the harsh, unforgiving abyss of space, it was safety and security with someone always there to pick you up when you fell.
It was family and friends.
It was home.
The faded orange, risen to the top, gradually became lighter as it neared the other end. Darker, more vibrant oranges and reds trapped the faded orange in a cage of brighter colours, like a wave of distorted lines and shapes, intersecting over each other as though it was a knotted string. It was a sunset so powerful it could fix your gaze and never let it go. A battlefield of oranges and reds, all fighting to be the brightest. A small disc of white, flooding the planet with light.
The heat was enough to scorch a human to death. Like a fire, but the warmth increased. Life was unsustainable on the sweltering surface of the planet.
Thin ropes were hot as fire, hot as molten rock. Explosive vines of peril and agony to touch. A cruel figure of spite and arrogance, too atrocious to verge upon. A blazing heat burst through a cold airiness to reach a warmth with enough power to burn anything in its path.
For homework Year 8 have been asked to research a Tudor Monarch (or other influential British person from the period, perhaps: Cardinal Wolsey, Thomas Cromwell, Sir Francis Drake, Shakespeare, Anne Boleyn or any of the Monarch's spouse). You need to create a profile on a page of A4 and include:
•Dates they lived
•What they are famous for
You may also want to add more detail about their success / failure, their children and the legacy they left for England. The work can be done using a computer or by hand.
The best ones will be displayed (their authors will be rewarded) so you might be best looking into a less well known person as I can only display one King Henry VIII and remember, you need to keep all the information on a page of A4.
For geography in year 8 we are doing an extended piece of work, which will be well worth discussing with your parents, because the situation is very real in many places in East Dorset at the moment. Why not get your parents views and do some internet research (see the links below). It will be worth recording data and quotes to use as evidence in your written work.
Our question is:
If the government insisted that one thousand new homes were built in your settlement, list and explain five:
If time, finish the map skills too (questions below). You will find this video useful for Six Figure Grid References: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXuo_ocVMVU
Click on the gallery below ensure you meet your target.
Don’t spend more than ½ an hour.
Don’t write more than a page of A4.
Make it neat, use (and finish) your map (you should make notes on the back) and add to it if you want to.
Neat and accurate presentation of the map.
•As well as giving a variety of reasons…..
•What are the most important reasons?
•Which are less important?
•Explain why and give examples.
The cards we looked at are below.
You need to sort them into:
This might help:
If you are doing the GD task consider:
For Monday 29.4.19, remember to bring in your book and the completed work on the Boscastle flood.
The questions are:
1.Watch the video on Boscastle
2.Read the Article on Boscastle
3.List the causes of the flood (find 5)
4.Create a timeline of the events on the 16th August
5.Make a spider diagram of the impacts
6. Why do you think flash floods were a surprise to the residents of Boscastle?
In answering question 6:
The end of term saw the finale of Y8's Ghostly Tales project - a combination of dance, film and story writing. After spending half a term in English looking at Gothic literature including 'Jekyll and Hyde', 'The Woman in Black' , 'Dracula', Y8 were challenged to write their own Gothic re-telling of the awakening of Mary Shelly's famous creation - Frankenstein. They then used these stories in their music lessons where they learnt how to use ipads to compose digital atmospheric music to accompany their stories and create audio books. In PE, they put together dance routines based on a Gothic style and , finally, as a homework project they were challenged to create their own film trailers to accompany an imaginary film version of their stories. We were then treated to a wonderful afternoon of creativity and Y7 were able to see what they will have to live up to next year!
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