Monthly Archives: November 2011

Christmas Fair

Thanks to everyone who brought in sweets for the Christmas Fair today. Mounts brought  in exactly one hundred jars, but some other classes brought in even more than that! The Year 5 stall was buzzing today.

Special thanks to everyone who supported Mr H in the Reindeer Derby. Having won last year, the title was successfully defended. Mr Heritage is now wondering what to do with his prize of a year’s supply of reindeer feed!


Complex sentences

We’ve been changing some simple sentences into complex ones in today’s English lesson:

We started with: Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall.

But look what we came up with by the end of the lesson:

As Humpty Dumpty sat there still as a statue, he started to whistle a tuneful song and the wall started to fall over. (Penny)

Wandering around absently mindedly humming to himself, Humpty Dumpty was trying to decide what to do when he noticed a heavily damaged wall and he decided to sit on it. (Angus)

Holding a box of fish and chips, Humpty Dumpty munched away vigorously, while waving wildly to the Queen, who was passing by in her coach, pulled by ten honey coloured horses. (Isabelle)

Excitedly, Humpty Dumpty the animal lover sat quietly on the ancient wall, watching a very gentle, small, grey pug sniffing curiously at the old battered box, which lay on the floor. (Olivia)

Clapping and cheering, we watched Humpty Dumpty dancing happily on the wall in the park wearing a black shirt, a tall hat and a rose in one of the pockets  of his shirt. (Molly)

Humpty Dumpty, who loved to sing, whistled a tune, while tottering precariously on a very old and battered wall that would hardly hold up his weight. (Rowan)

Remembrance Assembly

Well done everyone for today’s assembly.

This afternoon we hosted the school’s Remembrance Day assembly, which gave us an opportunity to present some of the work we have been doing this week, some of which has appeared on this blog. We read out a selection of the letters we have written together with some short plays, some genuine World War One poetry and some additional scenes that were created in drama workshops.

They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

– Laurence Binyon

Drama by Emily and Alice

Ten men waiting in the trenches for the whistles to blow. Sergeant Montgomery is shouting orders at his soldiers.

Sergeant: Everyone in line. On the whistle start to run across No Man’s Land.

Tom (to Jerry): I have a bad feeling this isn’t going to work.

Sergeant: No talking young lad or your out first.

(Tom gulps)

Jerry: Someones’s getting moody.

Sam: Who?

Tom: The sergeant.

Sergeant: I said silence! (getting angry). One, two, three, beep (he blows his whistle)

All of the soldiers start to run out towards No Man’s Land. The Germans start shooting.

Sergeant: Keep going lads, keep going.

Tom (to Jerry): This is tricky, I don’t like running across No Man’s Land with all these craters around. Especially the ones filled with water.

Jerry: Look out Sam, there’s a bomb!

But it is too late, Sam was already dead. BANG!!

Sam: Aaarh!

Jerry/Tom: Nnnooo!!!

Jerry and Tom run back to the trench and start pacing up and down in distress.

Sergeant: Well, how did it go sonny?

Jerry: Badly

Tom (to the Sergeant) He’s feeling a little distressed for Sam was shot.

Tom tries to hide the truth and also tries to hide his distress.

Sergeant: Don’t worry lads, stew will definitely cheer you up.

Tom and Jerry: Oh No!

Postcard from Captain Jamie

C Company

Hertfordshire Regiment



4th June 1915

Dear Family,

This war is awful. This weather is OK but the fireing is getting worse because it is clearer so they can see us. When I’m behind the lines it’s so booooooaaarring there’s nothing to do. Sometimes people that are my friends never come back. The food is awful.


Captain Jamie

Postcard home from Bea

C Company

Hertfordshire Regiment



4th June 1915

Dear Family,

I’ve been in the army for 7 months now. I have to live in the trench. It’s horrible. We’ve had so many gas attacks, I’m barely alive. No Man’s Land is a terrible place. Patrols have to go out at night to capture the germans, some survive, some die. We all have to keep our gas masks at all times. Horrible things they are, smell terrible. I’m surprised the Germans don’t hear us squeaking with them on.



Letter from Isabelle

C Company

Hertfordshire Regiment



4th June 1915

To Mother and Father,

The war is getting worse! Oliver is dead. He was on night patrol and got shot. I can hear the shooting and I was terrified. But when the guns are not shooting I die of boredom. I have signed up for night patrol tonight with Tom, but I’m really scared. I haven’t had any sleep for weeks because I’m scared that I will get shot! Oh I wish I’d listened to you and not gone to war. Plus I need you to do the washing. My clothes are drenched in mud. And the meals are so boring! Stews every single day. Oh how I wish for your chicken currys that I thought were disgusting. My arms have gone all floppy from holding my machine gun. Oh by the way thanks for sending me another hat because mine had a dent in it.

Lots of love