Year: 2012
Literacy – following instructions
Shadow puppets On Wednesday we made Indian shadow puppets, bad ones, good ones and even evil ones. We had to trace them. Some people thought it was hard and some thought it was easy. We used split pins, scissors and sticky glue. We made the puppets by following instructions. Miss Heywood came to see what we were going to do. It was a busy day and other people where making samosas. They were following instructions and the teachers where saying “read the instructions”. By Sahil
We made Samosas
Samosa
On Tuesday we made a samosa. I followed the instructions to make a samosa. I felt the instructions were very good because they had pictures and numbered steps. The words were spaced out. We put flour into the bowl. Then we mixed it with our fingers .
By Rosie
Bhangra dancing!
Over the last few weeks, year 3 have been really busy in PE.
We have put together a exciting bhangra dance routine!
Year 3 will agree that they are now bhangra experts and are going to be inventing their own new bhangra steps to complete the dance!
The Sound Collector
A stranger called this morning
Dressed in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The screaming of the children
The twisting of the lock
The chatting of the teachers
The ticking of the clock
The whistling of the kettle
The creasing of the pencil
The flushing of the toilet
The drawing of the stencil
The crying of the babies
The crashing of the chair
The spots of the chicken pox
The creaking of the stair
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Abdifatah
The Sound Collector
A stranger called this morning
Dressed in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The screaming of the fire bell.
The talking of the children.
The twisting of the lock.
The ticking of the clock.
The spotting of Pudsey.
The flicking of the pencil.
The splatting the paint.
The steering of the stencil.
The drawing of the pen.
The squeaking of the chair.
The tapping of the computer.
The stomping on the stair.
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Christian
The Sound Collector
A stranger called this morning
Dressed in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The ringing of the bell
The clicking of the lock
The scrunching of the paper
The ticking of the clock
The tapping of the keyboard
The scratching of the pencil
The humming of the computer
The stamping of the stencil
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Alannah
The Sound Collector
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away
The shouting of the children
The twisting of the lock
The ringing of the bell
The ticking of the clock
The squirting of the paint
The flicking of a pencil
The stomping of the children
The drawing of the stencil
The clicking of the mouse
The banging of the chair
The humming of the computer
The creeping on the stair.
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Adrian
The sound collector
A stranger called this morning
Dressed in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The ringing of a bell
The twisting of a door
The chatting of the children
The stomping on the floor.
The scrunching on the flipchart
The banging of a chair
The humming of the computer
The screeching on a stair.
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Abdulaziz
Our Noisy Poems
Today 3G wrote some poems based on the poem ‘The Sound Collector’ .
A stranger called this morning
Dressed in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The screaming when it is the fire bell
The twisting the door lock
The shouting of the children
The ticking off the clock
The flicking of the paper
The writing with the pencil
The kicking of the football is
The scraping of the stencil
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Anthoun