Wednesday 24th February 2021
Please could I encourage all parents and children to ask if you would like your reading books changed as this can be easily arranged. Also, would it be possible to please send photos of your children’s reading records on a Monday or Friday to show evidence that you/your child has read 3 times that week. We want you to get credit for your achievements!
Invite to Join Year 6 English Drop-in Zoom Meeting (09:30)
Meeting ID: 999 7011 5492
SPaG: LC: To use personification to further our description skills.
What is personification? Do you recognise a word within that word?
We all know what a person is. Can we think of anything a person does?
Now can you imagine an object rather than a person doing these things? That is personification!
Personification is when you give an object that is not human (and often not even alive) qualities of a human.
Writers often use personification to help describe something. They use it to create an image in the reader’s mind.
Let’s take a look at some examples:
The stars danced playfully in the sky.
The printer ate the paper.
The flowers nodded their heads as the wind blew.
The ocean waves swallowed the boat.
The old chair moaned as the boy jumped on it.
Yesterday, you used the images given and some key words to help create sentences which contain personification. Today, using the guidance above can you create sentences of your own which contain personification. No images, no key words just your own knowledge of the world.
LC: To analyse free verse and create a draft version of our own.
Free Verse poems have no rhyming structure and often don’t have a particular rhythm or syllable patterns; like their name suggests, they are simply ‘free’. Free verse, like abstract art, is where the definition of poetry becomes complicated.
Free verse is by far the most common form that contemporary (modern) poetry is written in.
Please look at these examples of ‘Free Verse’ What do you notice? Was it what you expected? Would you have considered this as poetry? Why? Why not?
The space on the page
The space is a friend.
I tell it what hurts.
I tell it why I’m not good.
The space is a friend.
I tell it the bother I’m in.
It won’t let me tell lies.
The space looks at me.
It never says I’m bad.
It never says I’m good.
It never asks me the kinds of question
I don’t know the answer to.
The space never shames me.
The space never laughs at me.
When there is something in my head
making me sad or wild,
the space takes it.
The space takes it
till it’s a space no more,
till it’s full of what I wanted to say,
till it’s it full of what I didn’t know
I wanted to say.
Then it’s there in front of me
talking of how I am
so the bother or the sadness or the wildness
can be quiet for a while.
Tell me that’s not a friend?
I don’t think so.
That’s a friend.
From Michael Rosen’s Big Book of Bad Things.
When Harry went away
he stole a part of Mum.
No-one warned us.
We looked and looked for ages –
under sofas, in the back of drawers – found plenty that he’d left behind,
the greyer days, an empty bed,
a hurting heart (a wee bit fluffy where the dust had stuck).
He’d always been quite good at hiding bits and bobs –
pilfered toffee, other people’s books.
We drew a blank.
Tried to bargain.
Offered up his favourite song,
a wish balloon, a kiss each night,
a toast on Christmas Day,
but Harry took that tiny piece of Mum,
which seemed too high a price for us to pay.
You can find other examples, and there are loads of examples, of Free Verse at this website.
Using the key words and phrases that you created yesterday when you were surrounding your form of punishment, have a go at creating a piece of free verse. This will be a draft version only and it WILL NOT be the finished article. That is your job for tomorrow. Practise, try different methods, different rhythms, it needs to describe the looks and actions of your punishment method. It needs to paint the horror of this terrible contraption and paint the picture in the head of the reader. How do the people being punished feel? What about the people observing? There is a lot to think about.
Here is how I may start mine:
Stretching, screeching, tightening limbs
Screams, tears, smiles…but why
Slow turning wheels, tightening ropes
Creaking bones, scraping teeth
Onlookers, young and old, won’t stare, must stare
Punishment, public, torture, humiliation
Here are the spellings for this week:
Mr Emmerson’s Spelling Group: siege, shriek, yield, ought, bought, thought, nought, brought, fought, rough, discussion, discomfort, disgusting, distracted, discretely, disturbing, discovery, dissolves, dismount distress
Mrs Oakley’s Spelling Group: ambitious, cautious, contentious, infectious, conscientious, nutritious, pretentious, fictitious, superstitious.
Focus on the spellings from your group and complete the following activities:
Day 2: Apply your spellings into sentences please. 1 x question, 1 x compound, 1 x command and 1 x simple.
Then use right hand / left hand to practise their spelling rules further.
All of these spellings are on Spelling Shed under either Spring Week 7 Mrs Oakley or Spring Week 7 Mr Emmerson
Brian Discovers Rodeo. Chapter 3: The Flight (cont)
Anyway, 8 hours is a long flight and conversation would need to be made. Brian introduced himself first and updated Norris and Grunt on his life so far, including recent events i.e mascara, Alans UK, foxes, Alans USA, groupies, rodeo etc etc. But then, the fatal mistake occurred. Brian made the decision to ask his seat neighbours why they were making this journey and what was drawing them to the wondrous state of Texas.
You may need to brace yourself here reader.
Norris and Grunt – well mainly Norris but Grunt involved herself for moral support – were keen crouchers and pouncers. What in the name of Alan is that, you may ask? It is basically the past-time of the sanity challenged who choose to crouch in bushes, long grass and/or out of control shrubbery, wait for an unsuspecting passer-by, then pounce from their camouflaged shelter, scream “Crouchy! Pouncy!” at the top of their lungs and laugh as their startled victims scream in fear – or do a bit of a wee wee. It’s very popular.
Although Norris had been a keen participant in the sport, he had slightly lost his enthusiasm recently when he had accidentally crouched and pounced a Patterdale Terrier in a park near his home.
He would also participate in number of weekends away with some like-minded souls who followed the same past-time. Oh, the smiles on their little faces as they sent numerous pensioners into cardiac arrest as they lovingly pounced from their hidey holes. Special memories. However, as mentioned, that sadistic Patterdale mentioned previously soon put pay to that and the events and the weekends appeared to lessen in number for Norris. A shame really as Norris did miss those fun weekends stuck in a remote youth hostel discussing the methods of the crouch and of course the pounce and the particular strategies used for both.
So why this flight? Well, Norris had entered a competition in Crouch and Ponce Magazine (it was a special edition looking at successful strategies used to jump out on the homeless) and believe it or not he had won. The prize was a holiday for two in Texas, 7 nights in a hotel with dinner, bed and breakfast, tickets for a rodeo event with a once in a lifetime opportunity of being able to crouch and pounce a rodeo horse. A never been done before experience and one of which Norris was very proud of.
Whilst informing Brian of the journey so far and why they were on the plane, Norris and Grunt ensured that they missed no detail. To make this clearer, it consumed 7 hours 45 minutes of the 8 hour flight. Brian arrived at Dallas / Fort Worth International Airport with all his luggage, currency and necessary health insurance details but sadly, during the flight, he appeared to have lost the will to live.
- What was Brian’s fatal mistake? (1 mark)
- What do you know about the sport ‘crouching and pouncing’? (2 marks)
- What bad encounter had Norris had whilst participating in the sport? (1 mark)
- What had been the results of this bad encounter? How dis this change Norris’ relationship with the sport? (2 marks)
- Why were Norris and Grunt on the flight? (1 mark)
- Which part of Norris and Grunt’s holiday presented a one off opportunity? (1 mark)
Join Year 6 Maths Drop-in Zoom Meeting (11:30)
Meeting ID: 954 4389 7330
Video Input to the maths lesson:
Maths: LC: Inverse operations (addition and subtraction)
Today we move onto looking at inverse operations with the focus on addition and subtraction. This is not new news to you and it is something that you should be comfortable with. Please watch the video closely, ensure you understand what is being modelled and make sure your understanding is clear and that you are confident with what you need to do.
With regards to inverse, we will be checking calculations, correcting mistakes, matching calculations and considering problems and bar models.
Year 6 RE
Join Year 6 Afternoon Drop-in Zoom Meeting (2:00)
Meeting ID: 921 3534 5751
Please watch the video for on Comparing Creation Stories and for the guidance on what I would like you to do in RE today.
The Naughtiest Cat I Have Ever Known by SF Said
I was an only child. I grew up in a flat with a single mum, alone. I had friends at school, but life at home was quiet, solitary, isolated. All this changed when I was eleven, because that was when we got a cat: the naughtiest cat I had ever known.
He was a tiny kitten when we first met him, just a few weeks old. He was so small, he could sit in the palm of your hand. His fur was entirely black, except for a single fleck of white on his chest. I called him Monamy. This name comes from French. It means ‘my friend’ – ‘mon ami’. That seemed the perfect name for this kitten, who soon became more than a friend to me. He was like a brother: the best little brother I could imagine.
We lived in a third floor flat, so Monamy had to be an indoor cat. He soon tore our furniture to shreds. And our carpets. And our curtains. He would swarm up them to the very top, as if they were trees and sit there proudly surveying his domain. Or he’d swing wildly back and forth on them, until my mum shouted him down.
I have to admit, I encouraged him. We both had a lot of energy to let out, being stuck indoors. So we played endless games together: hunting, chasing, even football and rugby. He was a great tackler, very ferocious, and a great fighter too. Ambush attacks were his favourite. He loved to spring out at you and maul your legs. I still have a scar that dates back to that time! But I didn’t mind a bit.
Monamy’s greatest moment came one night when we had an unwanted guest who we were forced to see because she was a relative. She was very self-important and made it very clear that she hated cats. For most of the evening, Monamy left her alone…but he was just waiting for his moment.
Deep in the shadows behind her, out of everyone’s view but mine, he found the perfect position – and then leaped like a great black panther, swooping straight up and over her head. She shrieked as she saw the panther flying through the air. But he didn’t touch her. He sailed right over her and landed gracefully on the other side. Then he turned, gave her a look as if to say, How about that, then?’ and walked off calmly, his tail held high. Our guest left shortly afterwards. I though that was the most impressive thing I had ever seen.
It’s been years and years, but I still think about him. He made a massive impact in my life, helping me through some hard times. My memories of him definitely played a part in the writing of Varjak Paw. In fact, I remember writing stories about him at the time. So maybe it was inevitable that my first book would be about a cat!