SATs Revision

Extra Revision

Maths:

Multiplying Two Fractions:

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Dividing a Fraction by a Whole number:

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Writing:

Using the ‘Google’ Technique we spoke about earlier, describe this picture in the comments section below:

 

Skating and resilience!

Year 6 had a visit from Jenna Downing on Monday who is a gold medal winning in-line skater. We started the afternoon with an inspirational talk from her where she outlined how hard she had worked to get where she is now.  She also emphasised how she had had to pick herself up after various knock- backs to carry on doing what she loved to do.

The children then had a session of skating in the hall, with all the appropriate safety equipment.

It was a brilliant afternoon of fun and learning how to be resilient and to persevere against the odds. Some of us found it easier than others!

 

Recipe Competition! – please think of a yummy recipe to enter the competition below.


Are your pupils brimming with recipe inspiration? Is your son or daughter a whiz with a whisk?

Britain’s Young Pea Chef of the Year 2018, in association with The Ocado Foundation, is on the hunt for aspiring young chefs to create a delicious dish using Britain’s favourite family vegetable, the pea!

Whether it’s a simple starter, hearty main or a wacky dessert, we’re looking for children to send us their pea-fect (see what we did there?!) recipe creations. You can be as adventurous as you like, the only thing we ask is that the Great British Pea is the star of the dish!

We’ve introduced three categories this year and want to hear from a wide range of budding chefs who think they have what it takes to become the UK’s Young Pea Chef of the Year!

The amount of peas grown in the UK each year is equivalent to about 70,000 football pitches and did you know, those little green guys have super powers!? They’re packed full of nutrients, including Vitamin A and C, which is essential for healthy gums and immune systems.

Good luck – let the greatest Young Pea Chef win!

The Easter Story

Please read Jasmine’s fantastic writing from the perspective of a Roman soldier at the crucifixion of Jesus.

The Easter Story by Jasmine, Y6MJ
This was it.  The moment of satisfaction.  It was going to happen.  We marched, purposefully, through the dry grounds of the gardens of Gethsemane.  Heavily clothed in armour and battle weapons, I was surprised we didn’t make any more sounds.  Waiting nervously, in the shade of the blossoming grove trees our hearts thudded in one; preparing for the accusation of a lifetime.  Judas whispered to us, his voice hoarse.  “This is the time. I shall go greet him with a kiss so you recognise who he is. Afterwards, you must give me the money and I shall never see you again.”  He did his deed then … we charged.
Adrenalin fizzed through me as I ran towards the group, spears raised. Shouts of anger mingled heavily with screeches of fear. Simon-Peter (one of Jesus’ most faithful disciples) attacked a fellow Roman and blood poured from his cut. Instantly, Jesus cried out, “STOP!” He calmly walked towards the injured man. Everything had stopped. Everyone was silent. I took a step towards Jesus. Surely, if we were to arrest him we should not listen to him? However, all my comrades stood-stock-still. With one touch, Jesus healed the man.
All of a sudden, we were inches from Jesus’ trembling body. We wrapped him in a harsh rope and tugged it tightly. Now he was in our hands. He was ours! We dragged him all across the town.  First to a Roman leader, then to Herod and next to Pontius Pilate. At the beginning, the crowd seemed slightly hesitant to do what the ‘Son of God’ deserved. To be crucified.  Jesus stood limply, exhausted from our constant prodding and poking. The crowds cheered and jeered at Jesus: now with a blood-red robe hung upon his neck and a crown of thorns forcing their way into his already-bleeding head.
“Crucify, crucify, CRUFICY!” came the ascending chant from the crowd. I let a small, sly grin creep onto my face. This was right.
We were at the foot of the hill, where two men were already nailed to crosses. I felt a satisfied joy rise up in me. I had accomplished my job. Every time, the ‘saviour’ stumbled over rocks or fell/tripped over his robes, we forcefully pushed him up with our swords and spears. His heavy, wooden cross cut deeply into his neck as he continuously staggered forwards.  With extreme exaggeration, I had the pleasure of savagely nailing his body to the cross. His eyes followed my every movement. Pitiful and sad. I began to doubt myself. Were my accusations unfound? Guilt curdled through me; however I stepped away and watched the pain on his face rise upwards.
That’s when the storm broke out: strong winds, lightening and dark clouds. Jesus shouted out, “Father! Forgive them!” and the storm died down. Amongst the confused shouts of my fellow friends I whispered partly to myself and partly to him, “This man was a Son of God.”

Jasmine   6MJ

Litter Picking!

 

Well done 6MJ for litter picking around the school site and in the streets outside!  We were shocked however  to discover how much litter there was and we  are now writing letters asking the Council to do something about it –  such as provide bins for people to use.

Challenge yourself to an Alan Peat sentence below!