Year 11 Revision – Pasties & Poetry Night

Postcard_FrontThank you so much to all those parents that braved the rain and made it to our English Revision Launch night at Turton.  The Power Point presentation, Master Class timetable and the revision packs are attached here, in case you need a copy.

 

*NOTE: error on English Literature pack – date for first exam is MONDAY 18th May (not Friday 18th May as stated.) Apologies for the error.

Pasties & Poetry Presentation

Master Classes – GCSE

GCSE – English Language Revision Pack

GCSE – English Literature Revision Pack

Summer Work – get ahead of the game

summer-wallpaper-8For those that want to get ahead of the game in English, some reading ideas and work are attached.  Those pupils going into year 10 should have no problem finding their attachment as it is pretty straightforward, however pupils going into year 11 will need to know which poetry selection his/her teacher does,  so see below…….

Miss Cowell, Mrs Aspen, Mrs Bradley-Law, Miss Grainger, Mrs Johnston (who will have Mrs Lane), Mrs Baily & Mrs Hodgson ………… You need to open the ‘Conflict‘ sheet

Miss Cook, Mr Johnson, Mr Bali & Miss Golland……….. You need to open the ‘Character and Voice’ sheet

Year 9 summer Work

Year 10 summer work – Character & Voice

Year 10 summer work – Conflict

The Clown Punk’s Reply – Thomas Wilson

Want to see some WOW poetry work from Year 9? Check out Thomas Wilson’s poem, turning Simon Armitage’s The Clown Punk into a reply from the punk.

 

The Clown Punk’s Reply

 

Walking home through my side of town,

Sometimes you’ll see the judging eyes and spiteful frown,

Like a child’s picture that was not put up

And drives with his kids full of hope. But

 

Don’t admire: Every wrinkle on that man’s head

Is carved by mid-life stress;

As I step out of the traffic lights,

Think what he’ll look like in thirty years’ time –

 

The bags under his eyes and slouching back,

Scared by the unfair cost of the rat race.

You dog on a leash who barks and howl

When I come face to face with the kids who growl,

 

Remember the man so different to choke,

Then remove the background and clear the smoke.

 

By Thomas Wilson

Miss Golland’s 8T3/4 are word stars!

Monday morning and 8T3/4 have been revising homophones. They’re all very good at coming up with them so why aren’t they very good at using the correct ones in their writing?! They will do from now on…

Thomas, Emma and Daisy came up with the most unusual homophones:

Thomas – tie/Thai

Emma – knight/night

Daisy – vane/vein/vain

Well done guys!

 

 

Matty Lockwood’s Clown Punk Reply – Miss Golland’s Year 11 Poetry

Miss Golland set her Year 11 class the task of writing a reply from the Clown Punk to the speaker in Simon Armitage’s poem, The Clown Punk. Here are some of the amazing poems they produced:

The Clown Punk’s Reply

Wandering around my side of the town,

There was a good chance you’d see the mainstream busy bodies.

Sat in the back seat piercing ears with their high pitched squeals,

Like squabbling seagulls fighting over the daily catch.

They are taught not to judge. But

they are still startled as I lurch past the car and wave.

As they judge me from the protection of their car,

Little do they know I gain yet another emotional scar.

I feel the sharp, cutting edge of their knife,

Coming down and dissecting my life.

These tattoos embossed on my brain,

Define who I am, sort’a like my DNA.

Behind the tats, rags and hats and under the skin,

Lies a different person deep within.

His emotions never shown,

Forever and always he will be alone.

Matthew Lockwood

Christina Long’s Clown Punk Reply – Miss Golland’s Year 11 Poetry

Miss Golland set her Year 11 class the task of writing a reply from the Clown Punk to the speaker in Simon Armitage’s poem, The Clown Punk. Here are some of the amazing poems they produced:
The Clown Punk’s Reply
You see them driving through our part of town,
with their faces withdrawn and their windows locked sound.
Like an array of mannequins that got up
and decided, that they were the best. But
don’t laugh, though they say money is freedom,
they look trapped in a place that seldom
sees fun. And as they drive down the road,
think what they’ll have to remember thirty years gone.
The vacant expressions of a past
of a life that never moved anywhere fast.
Their kids so protected, who have yet to wince and scream,
whilst my kids are past that and prepared to be mean.
Remember the mannequin with his constricting ways,
then picture true freedom, free from your brain.
Christina Long