Ho! Ho! Ho!

It's the Christmas holidays.  We'll be back mid-January.  

In the meantime, if any of our fantastic pupils have any writing they would like to put up on the blog, simply email it to ashfieldblog@gmail.com.

Have a fun-filled  - and occasionally peaceful - couple of weeks.  

As for 2013...bring it on!

MERRY CHRISTMAS.

More about our French assembly:

Our French Assembly

On Thursday the 6th December 2012 Year 5&6 organized a French assembly with our French teacher Mrs Milne.  Before the assembly we spent the other 10 weeks learning about different topics like colour and what is in our house and bedroom. We also learned a couple of songs.  Some were about the different colours, about how to say hello and some about what is in your pencil case. Then we moved on to write sentences about things in our house. Here is an example: “J’ai habite a Workington dans ma grande maison.” That means I live in Workington in my big house.

On the day of the assembly round about 50 parents came to support their children. Some children got up on the stage to do French PowerPoints about their houses. Those people were Jayme, Jonathan, Lucy, Me, Luke, Amie, Jon, Alyx, Sophie and Sian.

During the assembly Mrs Milne got up on stage and we did a couple of games where she showed pictures on the whiteboard and she said a name and if the name matched the subject you put your thumb up, but if the name didn’t go with the subject you put your thumb down. Also we were having conversations where Mrs Milne said something and you had to reply with the right answer. 

It was really fun having Mrs Milne come in every Thursday, the weeks just flew by. Most of us thought that we were rubbish at French, but we all put the work into it and we all think that we have done well and that we have all persevered. I would personally say this has been my favourite topic and I will definitely choose this subject when I go to senior school.

 By Holly (Yr6)

Emmy

Suddenly, the car grinded to a screeching halt. She looked down to the gauge on the car to find it flashing red. I wonder what’s wrong?  she thought to herself. Emmy gazed at the road in front of her, there was nothing; nothing but old tumbleweed, somersaulting across the dusty track. Trying to start the car again she rang the AA to come and rescue her. Then a car bonnet rose in the distance, this couldn’t be them, could it?

It took a while for the car to climb the hill, leading to Emmy. The ghostly, white face went and was gone and still there was no AA to rescue her. Time went by quickly and soon it was dusk, Emmy was starving, she needed to scavenge for food, edible food. Luckily she knew what she was looking for.

After a while it was dark, Emmy decided to go for a stroll in the midst of the darkness; even though it was a scorching hot desert, during the night it was like a freezer, an icy-cold freezer. Everything was quiet except the whisper coming from Emmy’s mouth, telling her to keep calm and carry on. Her feet ached beneath her as she walked further, further into the desert. Greasy, black smoke rose from the car which was now behind her.

As the sun started to elevate from the ground, Emmy felt like a lost little puppy in the middle of emptiness.  It had been two days since the car had broken down, yet she still hadn’t seen the AA. The atmosphere was broken when the ROAR! of a lorry moved quickly towards her. She dived onto the rocky track. Passing swiftly by, the lorry blew sand into her face.

Lorries come from a city, don’t they? she thought to herself. She followed the trail of oil that the lorry had left behind. 

Eventually, there was no oil left on the road, Emmy stopped in her tracks. All around her were skyscrapers towering above her, she began to feel worried. It was as if they were looking down at her, like when your parents tell you off. Screaming, she sprinted into the nearby supermarket, everything seemed giant now after she had been in the empty desert for so long.

After that, nothing seemed normal to Emmy anymore. Skyscrapers were immense monsters; cars were lions strutting down the street, heads held high.

By Jayme (Yr6) 

Chas McGill - from the Machine Gunners - has written to William - from Goodnight Mr Tom.  Chas is trying to persuade William to join him in Garmouth.

 

Dear William,

My life before this war was so boring. I cannot believe that the effect on Garmouth would be so epic. They’re scared. I know it, but with the machine gun it’s a good way to take revenge. Before the war, mam was a worrier, unlike me. And dad, well he was fussy, so he was quite particular in what he did. Anyway I went to school and put up with BODSER BROWN. Weirdo. Come, come to Garmouth. Be free to do what you like, you’ll like it. It’ll be heaven, pure heaven. So come, you won’t regret it. It will be the time of your life.

The fact is you need friends that stay loyal to you. You need a circle of friends so you can feel happier and safer. Cem’s my best friend, his dad’s a grave digger, how cool is that, but when we put our minds together, we’re unstoppable. You could be part of that, a trio, a triangle of minds. Audrey’s a girl (yuck) she’s alright, but keeps us on our toes.

Another purpose is: with us you’ll have a bird’s-eye view of the sea. And be the first to see the Germans. My friends and I need new recruits, and we think you are just the ticket. Besides we need a soldier for the army, some new meat to the bone, ‘cause every cloud has a silver lining but yours well yours is gold. Look at it from my point of view, do you really want to spend the rest of your life drawing insie winsie flowers? So decide.

Next, your friend Zach. Dead. I believe… I heard he was your closest friend but you can’t stay sad forever, so come join us. You know you want to. So believe me you’re wrong. So come. Please, you’re lost without me. We’ll balance you out a bit, you’ll be in a gang, have friends. So I’ll say it again. Decide.

We’ll train you, teach you how to use air-rifles. I can help you! TRUST ME! And you, well, you could widen my knowledge, get me to be a star pupil. In conclusion, you’ll have a bird’s eye view, you’ll be the ONE to see the Nazis. I can’t promise a luxury 5 star hotel, but it won’t be far from it, join me.  Do you really want to die of boredom?

Signed Chas McGill

P. S we need you, I need you.

 

By Jess (Yr6)

 

French lessons

For the past 10 weeks Year 5&6 have had half an hour sessions with a teacher from St Joseph’s School called Mrs Milne. She has helped our French knowledge grow. After good quality work she put on an assembly for the Parents/Carers of Year 5&6 to come in and see them perform. For the last couple of weeks they started to make a French PowerPoint or did French posters of their house or their bedroom. Inbetween showing the children’s work, they sang some French songs. The children had worked really hard at putting their projects together.

Year 5 & 6 would like to say a big thank you to Mrs Milne for all her effort and hard work. All of the children that did a PowerPoint or a poster did extremely well by standing and showing in front of the whole school and all of the parents. Mrs Milne is a great French teacher. I think that everyone would agree with that.

When the assembly had finished the parents had a look all around the hall at the posters about their houses. Then it was the end. After that had finished it was the end of Miss Milne’s time at Ashfield Junior School. We wish Mrs Milne the very best of luck at her new school.

Katie (Yr6)

Mrs Milne leading the assembly

Amie reading her French PowerPoint

 

Another dark 50 word story...

The End

As the plane came plummeting towards the Devil’s Pit, as awesome people call it, all you could hear was the pitch of unfortunates’ screaming. Amalia sat with her hand nervously slumped on top of her mother’s, trying to keep her calm and confident.  Amalia soothingly said, “This is the end!”

By Lucy (Yr6)

A mysterious tale...

The Waiting!

As life went floating by, Danielle stayed cool and collected. No matter how long she waited she would still stay a pretty and popular girl. Danielle lay in the field with a glistening golden dress twinkling in the blinding sun beams. She looked at her pearly white watch. Danielle had been waiting there since 4:30pm waiting for him, bearing in mind that was the time they agreed to meet. She had been waiting there for 20 minutes; however she had not one idea of why she was still waiting.

Just as she stood up, to leave, a black shadow came striding towards her. Danielle took off her glamorous designer 4 inch heels and started to sprint heading for him. Thinking it was him. But was it him? “Lucas, you’re here you’ve made it!” she yelled. When she was about 5 yards away from him. She stopped…

Her eyes flickered around the open field almost asking for help. Would there be any help? Where is help? What has he been watching her the entire time? She cautiously took a step back, thinking she would be safe, but unfortunately she was wrong. As quick as a lightning bolt he reached into his pocket and pulled out a fully loaded pistol and pointed it right to her picture perfect face. She told people she never cried, well that’s not true. A crystal clear tear went smoothly crawling down her face.

Her arms were flung up into the air, feeling threatened. She started to inhale the fine air, which had changed from summery beach air to the freezing cold devil’s pit, like her mum used to talk about. As two lonely creeping tears tamely crawled down her face, thousands more followed. A black cloud of sins covered the icy sharp sky. She gasped for breath as the gun came closer and closer to her head. Then it stopped as it just lightly tapped her frail face. She gulped. Just then she realized the bug repellent she had tucked away in her hand bag. Without warning, she delicately pulled it out of her hand bag. Then pressed the buzzer and sprayed it into his eyes.

“Danielle!” Lucas came running towards her. She pulled the trigger of the gun. And the bullet went right through the black figure. She felt proud, that she had saved herself rather than being the damsel in distress!   

Lucas picked up the tortured young girl and carried her through the meadow, nevertheless she would always have the memories of her bravery.

By Lucy (Yr6)