- Spellings: These will continue to be sent home (stuck into their planners) and then tested the following week. We will look at the spelling rules/patterns in class prior to spellings being sent home. This week the children have been given a series of words which are often spelt incorrectly in their recent work - no rule as such, but common errors.
- Children must complete their reading homework (red homework book) on the evening that they finish their book - this will also be part of their reading for that day.
- Multiplication tables - all children will need to know all their tables facts. please help your child to learn the facts.
Over the last two weeks, Year 5 have been exploring poetry and poetic language. As part of these english lessons, they have written poems about their classroom at the end of the day. All I can say is........ WOW!
The battered bell chimes
A signal inviting loneliness with it's ring.
Walls cry out in relief,
Abandoned by tired teachers,
Abandoned by cheeky children,
Abandoned by life.
Carefully marked like they are works of art,
Rubber scraps like silver swords,
Grains scattered across a sandy beach.
Beneath, on the carpet,
Dust motes run for their lives
Running away from the vacuum.
Cry out for an owner.
By James .
Last night I saw the classroom abandoned,
Pencils curled up in their cases,
Rulers tried to stay awake,
All were blunt and needed sharpening.
Last night I saw the classroom sleeping,
All was quiet where bookcases stood,
Like a lonely line of soldiers waiting to fight.
Fiery-red tables waited,
Books read themselves quietly in the night,
Pictures curl up ready for sleep,
And dictionaries ask for help.
Last night I saw the classroom crying,
Planners were left stranded,
Rubbers and sharpeners festooned everywhere,
The dusty carpet full with dark, grey, gloomy sadness.
By Libby .
Last night I saw the classroom empty, empty and alone,
Last night I saw the classroom left tired and scared,
Bits of old, grey used rubber scattered on the floor.
Last night I saw the classroom deserted,
Left like scraps of food for the runt of the litter,
Pencils left on the floor like biscuit crumbs.
Last night I saw the classroom sleepy
Ruby-red tables shine like ice rinks ready to sleep,
A book reads itself to the empty room,
Stationary rolling around in pencil cases,
Using white board wipers as blankets.
By Maddison R .
Last night I saw the classroom empty,
Bored and long forgotten for the night,
Abandoned by red-sweatered children,
And tired exhausted teachers.
Last night I saw the classroom silent,
Volcanic red tables festooned with pebbles of rubber,
The rubber scattered like grains of sand on a beach.
Last night I saw the classroom messy,
Pencils curled up in pencil cases,
Like snoozing cats in sleeping bags,
Rulers feel abandoned and alone,
Waiting like bored statues,
Whilst books and bookshelves stand to attention.
By Ruby L .