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Three Year 13 students share their experience of the Sixth Form induction and new tutoring system.  listen

Listen to what two of the new Year 12 students have to say about the induction and starting at William Brookes Sixth Form. listen

The Sixth Form Induction is taking place this week over three days. Students have been deciding on names for their form groups, sampling their new lessons and competing in an interform rounders match. We would like to welcome all the new students to the Sixth Form, hopefully you have enjoyed this week and are all looking forward to September.

You win some; you lose some. Unfortunately, we did the latter yesterday. On Monday morning, 6 students from William Brookes school visited Idsall to take part in the annual Bashes (Book Ashes). The Carnegie reading group had been ploughing through a book a week in order to have read the short list before the winner is announced this week and to prepare for a University Challenge style competition against the Idsall School reading group.

Our students did amazingly well, with one less person on our team and a student having to be the specialist for two books instead of one! Oh well, we’ll win the trophy back next year when the competition is held in our very own library. Please do take part or come and support next year.  

(Above) The Team confers on a question.

(Below) The delicious food kindly put on by Idsall School

The year 10 project in collaboration with PC Lippitt is gathering momentum. There are a range of fantastic designs, all very different from each other. Choosing the best one is going to be a tough decision. Each group has now chosen one of their designs to make into a model (pictured).

In one group, Matthew, Liam and Rachel combined their ideas rather than just picking one. Their design has a seethrough small window, so that you can easily see when the box is full and needs to be emptied.

Sam, Pip and Andrew did it a different way: they picked one person’s design as they had decided it was the best one. It is a very well thought out design and has a pen and stand to lean on when filling in the forms.

Lastly, we spoke to Anthony and Tom, whose design is pictured above. Tom first thought of the pyramid idea but they also combined ideas to produce their design. Now that the first modelling stage in card is well under way they will produce and make a full size prototype to check that it will work.

This week the writers have focused on character. We did this by a ’show don’t tell’ method of associating a character with objects, rather than telling us what she or he are like.

We also did an exercise where we had to describe a lemon, put it back in a bag then be able to identify it out of 20 other ones!

Here is some of the writing from today.

A Lemon

By Ellie

An old old shriveled up prune,

It’s belly is not called a belly, but a balloon

He says he will see me soon!

It’s smells of my Grampie,

Bumpy and cold

He tells me he is a champion

at running  - a champie.

He looks small, but bold.

His nose sticks up like a camel’s hump,

He has banged his head,

And has an incredible bump,

Upon his head, pounding and red.

He has three moles,

And peeling skin,

He likes to roll

Around the bin.

A lemon,

Hold on tight, lemon!

Josef Bugman

By Alex

Beer beer bugman’s beer,

Keeps you refreshed with a jolly cheer,

Drink it with your family,

Drink it with your friends,

Drink till the barrel comes to an end.

Lemon

By Alex

His name is Thorongil

He comes from the mountains

He’s talented and scared of war

BRUISED…after his last fight with goblins!

It has a short head and thin small legs.

Story opening

By Richard

A rattle of gunfire filled the room. Don raised his gun aimed for the shooter’s head. But rather than one small explosion, two took place. Don was fired backwards as one bullet blew clean through his shoulder. Don’s eyes slowly filled with a red mist before the haze turned black…(to be continued)

Hey I Said

By Jay

I: No

He: Yeah

Back into the mod nightmare

I: What?

He: When?

Then I learned his name was Ken.

My Lemon

By Lucy

My lemon

Is fresh

Smells nice

Its texture is smooth

It feels excited and young

Its name is Lily and I got her on the 19/06/08 at Lunchtime. She is 5 years old and speaks Lemonetic. She has a unique small brown patch, on top of her head is a brain and light yellow.

Axis

By Jay

My lemon is yellow with spots of green. It has a citrus fragrance, it feels soft and looks elegant, but bulges at one end and seems like it’s on an axis.

Object Poem

by Jay

(Try to guess what it is.)

Your silver face, your empty eyes, when we are watching we appear as spies, a memory trapped forever, whether he or she, just use the key. Could be taken whenever,wherever you want, the sound of your capture a sharp loud ‘clunt’ but don’t worry it will not hurt you whether sharp or blunt.

You plug it in, you print it off, you insert it in, you’ll never put it in the bin, you slide it closed, it is trapped now, it’s in your power, soon to sprout into a flower.

Your silver face, your eyes replaced, trapped forever, a memory.

On 10th June, The ‘Routes into Languages’ West Midlands Consortium organised a World of Work Day at Wolverhampton University, the aim of the event being to inform students of the varying career prospects available to them with a language qualification.

PoemBy Nicole 

It blocks out the sun

They go on your eyes

They sometimes can help you see

They can be fashionable

It doesn’t make a noise

They can be big, they can be small

Beautiful or ugly

Round or square

They help you see the beauty of life.

PoemBy Kate  

She was like listen

He was like what

She was like to this

He was like go on then

She was like I love you

He was like shocked

She was like I do!

He was like you’re cute but…

She was like ‘OK’

****

He was like totally amazed

She was like flabbergasted

He was like that was good

She was like yeah

He was like smiling. 

Poem by Jessica 

I was like what’s up?

And she was like Hi

I was like what?

And she was like help me tidy

I was like she doesn’t mean it

She stared

I was like she means it

RUN!

Poem

By Kate

Brown, hairy

Moulting in my hands

Liquid centre

Gorilla

Rough and firm

Almost alive

Edible

Slopping, slurping when it is shook,

Dirty marks in my hand

Hollow, empty sound

Unbreakable.

Smells like it should,

Milky, foresty and natural,

Fills me with peace and happiness

Shower gel.

Foreign, but used as a target,

Odd hairs sticking out

Like they don’t fit

One of a kind.

Writing by Ellie

I am writing with the object. It feels like the redgra next to the school field. It looks long and thin and brown. It reminds me of tree that makes pencils grow from its leaves and then drop to the ground and turn brown.

Poem by Sammy

It’s oval and red

Has spots and dots

With its short stubby stem

And sweet smell from above

It tastes crumbly like stepping on leaves.

PoemBy Jess

When you blow

In it it makes

A sound that

Feels like thunder

Or a sort

Of sharp pinch

Of really

Whistling wind.

It helps you

With some sports

Or sounds like

A kettle.

Poem By Richard

The tunnel, illuminated by the light

Before the carrier vanished into the night

The light shows up all who can see it

It glows a picture of glee

One side light, the other dark

Created by a clever spark

It’s an ingenious little thing

Lighting all you don’t think is being.