Category Archives: Lizzie

Even more Design & Technology Puppets

Another batch of puppets went home today. Here they are in all their glory:








Some letters about School Uniform

School uniform is something that divides opinion. Before Mounts went off to Croft Farm we wrote a letter to the incoming Headteacher to express our opinions and persuade her that the school uniform should be kept or scrapped:

Spanish Armada recreation

We acted out the whole Spanish battle plan from 1588 in Mounts today, with Harry taking command of the Spanish fleet, up against Fin in command of the English navy. By the end of the lesson Queen Lizzie was safe and the Spanish fleet lay wrecked off the coast of Scotland. After we decided it wasn’t harry’s fault, there then followed a furious debate about why the Spanish attack failed.

Here is a link to the Spanish Armada Bulletin board, so that you can post additional comments, theories and questions:

Mask-making Activity in Mounts

Last week as part of our international day based around Sierra Leone, the children took part in a mask-making activity. Here are some of the completed masks that Mounts made:

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And the prizes go to:

Care: Fin M and Amelia

Creativity: Cameron and Skye

Colour: Luke and Jessica

Your next challenge is that you will have to find a way to share your prize with your fellow prize-winner!

Some of the History Projects from Mounts

Lot’s of interesting things have arrived in the classroom this week. Here are some examples of History projects from Mounts.

Lizzie’s War Poem

Muddy trenches, muddy soldiers
No Man’s Land bombed with dead bodies falling
Shells, smoke scary
People dying for their country.
Stuck in the mud, not a game, real life
Weak soldiers, no food
Destruction, wreck, calling help
People dying for their country.
Exploding, earthquake
Lightning striking
Trenches horrible
People dying for their country.

Lizzie’s Trench Diary

We are in the trenches and I hate it here. There is hardly any food so we have to eat rats. We are trapped in the trenches so we have hardly any room to walk around in. I can hear all the deathening sounds from the rainbows of red, yellow and orange explosions. Every time a bomb explodes the ground shakes like an earthquake. Hardly anyone dares to go into no mans land and when they do they either die or run back in terror. I know I won’t be back by Christmas. I thought war would be bad but not this bad. All my friends are as scared as I am. I don’t blame them its scareyer than being chased by a monster in the middle of the night. There is holes everywhere like loads of giant moles have dug them.