Well year 6 have returned after a very eventful weekend in the Welsh countryside.
As you can see from the pictures we had a great time and I spent more time in the water than out!!!!, I cannot believe the children in my class tried to capture me and hold me hostage . The children spent time raft making, gorge walking and kayaking .Â A great time was had by all.
Well done to the competitors in Year 6Â . I was very proud of those children who took part in the medal race, it is a long distance and you all persevered. Unlucky for the tug of war team that took on Mrs Harris’ select team. Even with the help of some parents we were still victorious! Look out for the fun pictures of sports day.
Everyone is preparing for their last day at Bryntysilio.The children have been woken up and they are now preparing their rooms ready for my inspection!. We have our last actriviites today which includes gorge walking for team Brownsword and Kayaking for team Harris. I have a funny feeling that I may end up in the water more times than in my kayak. Keep watching the blog post for the pictures to be added.
Wow afterÂ a fantastic day Team HARRIS were well on the way to winning the competition. Gorge walking and raft making were superb. Jacko Â was the master raft maker although Paige fell in and got her head stuck. Amber was the one who cared for everybody and helped those of the team who were a bit worried. Rachel was the one team member who spent more time on her bottom than standing. Oh and paid a visit to the local hospital! A fantastic day today.
Today Year 6 are off on a weekend adventure to Bryntysilio. We have many activities planned and hopefully the weather will be kind to us.Â Mr Brownsword and myself (Mrs Harris) will have a group of children each and healthy compettion is the order of the day.
‘Come on Team Harris’!
Keep watching for updates and blogs from the Welsh countryside.
Year 6 are learning about the 5k’s in the Sikh religion.
Today they looked at Saris, and some of the girls dressed up in traditional Indian dress. The boys liked to handle the Kirpan which is the traditional Sikh sword, which symbolizes dignity. This is worn over the male clothes. The class also understood the meaning of each one.
Miss Dhanda brought these items in from home. Thank-you
Today year 6 made more consumable items to sell on their stalls. Lorenzo gave the children the brief on how to advertise andÂ market theirÂ merchandize ready for the big trade day, next Monday. The children have been very enthusiastic and have really worked professionally in this venture. Look at the next stage of the production line.
Year 6 this week are taking part inÂ a dragon’s den challenge wth the local Business Enterprise Team. The purpose of this is for the children to make items of jewelleryÂ and games.Â Their Â challenge is to make ,advertise and sell making a profit, The children were given a brief and they had to think of a worthwhile charity to donate their profit to.The charity that was suggested was Walsall Hospice. A very worthwhile charity.Â I will add some pictures of the start of the children’s attempts.
Â Look out the Dragon’s Den team these could be the entrepreneurs of the future.
The sirens wailed above me sending out a message to hide in the air raid shelter it was pitch black so we had to lightley run our hands across the wall just to find our way through.Â The only light source we have got is tiny, it was a little tiny candle and that only burns for a limited time.Â We often got hungry down there as there is no food.Â The smell of damp was so bad that we could even taste it. It tasted like dirty water running along on the rim of my taste buds.Â
As I whipped up my gas mask, the noisy sirens blasted through my ears. I quickly marched towards the air raid shelter in a crooked line with allÂ the other children. I carefully entered the shelter. All I could hear was the ear-splitting sirens and loud bangs as bombs were dropped near by. The air raid shelter was as black as coal and I couldn’t see a thing. I reached out to feel the cold, damp wall to help me find my way through the pitch black darkness. A disgusting smell lingered in the air but that didn’t bother me at all. I just wanted to be safe. My heart beat rapidly and my whole body shook in fear. I was absolutely petrified.
AsÂ I rustled into the Air raid shelter with my class mates following close behindÂ the air was thick with an unpleasant smell. Up above you could hear the sound of crackling bombs exploding. The shelter was jet black you could just about make out shapes. After a while, if you held your hand out in front of your face you could just see the outline. The mud was smeared over the solid walls and it was slushy on the floor from the water dripping at a gentle pace pastÂ the stalactites.
As I slowly entered the dark, damp air raid shelter. I could hear bombs crackling and planes swooping around in the air. I felt scared because, I didn’t know if we could ever be able to come out of the shelter. There were stalictites hanging from the walls like sharp entwined fingers. The walls felt as cold as ice. Mud covered the whole floor. I could still hear the siren going off. The sense of fear inside was overwhelming.
As I cautiously entered the air raid shelter. I could hear aeroplanes flying above me trying to search for houses with lights on. AsÂ I touched the freezing cold wallsÂ I heard a huge bang, the room went quite for a split second and the people started to cry and scream. My life flashed before my eyes , a crackling bomb must have exploded on our air raid shelter .The smell of damp was overwhelming I could taste the smell every whereÂ I went.
AsÂ I slowly walked down into the air aid shelterÂ I felt the crooked walls either side of me. The exploding of bombs popped my ears. The walls felt like they were about to cave in. The stench of the drains gave me a pounding headache.I smelt fresh air flowing swiftly around the rooms. The air raid shelter was as black as coalÂ I could not even see my own hand in front of my face.
Cautiously,I entered the dark gloomy air raid shelter. I was scared along with the other people . AllÂ Â I was thinking was please dont find us here Â all a sudden BANG!Â Â A bomb came thundering down. I was up the corner,Â I was shaking , traumatised. The siren kept going on and on but then it stopped. We all got out and our town was crushed. Inside the air raid shelter were stalagtites dangling down.
As I swiftlyÂ walked down the cold and mysterious air raid shelter, I felt along the walls that were coated in a ridged moss.It seemed to have blackened my hand. The smell of the moss flew round the air raid shelter like the smell of pig’s food floating around the air. All I could see was the dark wrapped around me likeÂ a black cloth. As I sat down I could hear the siens filling the air like a gigantic band ofÂ trumpets. All I could taste was fear coming ahead.
The air raid shelter As the loud sirens went off we all marched in an orderly line and made our way into the dark and mysterious air raid shelter. I felt the cold walls that were like ice on my hands asÂ I made my way to safety. I could hear planes swooping across us and bombs hitting the ground with a loud BANG!. In the air raid shelterÂ Icould smell fear and panic. The damp air floated around me.The stalactites were all over Â the celings and directing me to the nearest room as Icoud not see a thing in the pitch black air raid shelter.
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â The Air Raid Shelter
As I rapidly entered the damp air raid shelter, I could smell fear.Stalactite’s dangled Â from the roof like daggers trying to grab me.I could smell damp stale air.I could hear the drip drops of water splashing in the darkness.I could feel my arms warming up and getting really sticky.As I felt my way through the air raid shelter I could feel the stalactite’s cracking inbetween my fingers.As I nervously walked through all the rooms I felt water creeping up my leg like tiny creatures crawling up my body.The roof suddenly cracked like a firework crashing in the air. I stood as still as a statue.
Will I ever get out of the dark damp mysterious air raid shelter again?
AsÂ I anxiously entered the dark air raid shelterÂ I could hear the bombs dropping down on my head. The walls felt like ice tickling the palm of my hand. AsÂ I walked more into the air raid shelter the stalactites started to grab my hair but that wasÂ just my mind playing tricks on me.Â IÂ was Â so scared.Â I hope this war ends.
I crept slowly towards the shelter clutching onto my teddy bear.The doors opened as I took in the site of complete darkness. Sitting in the air raid shelter IÂ heard theÂ destruction above, people were screaming and crying. The wall felt like ice as I was walking through theÂ corridor. Hidden inside the air raidÂ shelter Â was the wardenÂ who blocked the doors for our safety.
The siren screamed loudly in my ear and ran rapidly through my mind. I tasted fear as I crept into the shelter. I felt along the walls trying to get to safety. They were as cold as ice. The floors were as muddy as a pig sty. A deadly silence drifted slowly through the air. I was shaking and shivering in the cold, damp, silenced room waiting to be freed. The water from the stalactites dripped onto my head. The damp smell slid up my nose like a snake.
As I cautiously entered the shelter, the stench was relentless. The noise overhead was like crackling,exploding fireworks .Walking along the damp corridor filled me with fear. Stalagtites dangled down like fingers beckoningÂ me inside.
The children of year 6 dressed up and took part in a WWII day. They made typical WWII food and tasted it. (Although some children found this experience somewhat hard to swallow!!!!) I explained MacDonalds was not around during WWII.Â They celebratedÂ VE Â day with the food and a party and of course Vera Lynn singing some old time favourites.
Later in the afternoon we walked into the air raid shelter( which we are fortunate enough to haveÂ underneath our infant playground). This was an awesome experience for the children as they got to imagineÂ what Â it would have felt like Â to be cramped up inside a shelter.
Keep watching the blog for more of the WWII photos.
Â The children will be writing descriptions of the shelter in Literacy on Monday. They will use their senses to describe the feeeling of fear,darkness and uncertaintity.
A fantastic day had by all, well done to my class for the super attempts at dressing up from that period.
Today in year six we are having a World War II day we have made food that they had inÂ WW II and we have also dressed up as though we are in the war. Â This afternoon we are going down the air raid shelter and also having a party and we owe it all to the best teacher in the universe Mrs Harris(who by the way looks awsome) thanks for the brilliant day from Danielle and paige J