Island Project and Macbeth Project

Thanks so much to all the parents who attended our event last week.  It was fab to see you all supporting your children here and we were really proud to show off all of their amazing work!

 

IMG_20150707_153709IMG_20150707_155244We have got plans to alter the format next year, so thanks again to some lovely parents who gave us some really constructive and useful advice.

Handlebards

The Bard has been paying a visit to Turton… on their bikes.  The theatre company Handlebards, have performed ‘Macbeth’ to all of year ten in preparation for their Shakespeare controlled assessment, and of course, to generally enrich their lives.

Tomato soup and daggers on fishing rods combined with an exquisite delivery of iambic pentameter meant that there was something for everyone.

Check them out here: http://www.peculius.com/handlebards.html

Fairy Tale – Rewritten

Mr Mottaghi’s year 7 have been having a go at re-writing Jack and Jill.  Here are a couple of the best:  nice work Elle Mulvaney and Robert Waite.

 

Elle: I was in agony. Everything happens to me. Why not Jill? Why do I have to lie in bed with the smell of vinegar surrounded my wounded head. I hate brown paper too, it’s rough and sticky. It’s unfair. I began to fall asleep, rewinding everything that happened that day. A never ending nightmare, on a loop, haunting me for the rest of the night.

I was walking up to the old well with Jill, my sister. We were getting water for dad, so he can put it into a pan on the stove, for dinner. It was rice night and we had just finished harvesting the rice crops. We took mum’s favourite metal bucketing began our journey up the hill.

I wanted to hold the bucket, but as always Jill says she is more responsible so she should hold it. It was a battle between me and her, the prize, a bucket. Jill pushed me over and I fell. I grabbed her foot and dragged her to the floor. She landed on my head, which was now pouring out with blood. We continued to tumble down the muddy death slope.

I ran home to show mum what Jill did to me and her bucket. But Jill followed my route. I ran and bled at the same time. My vision became blurred and I lost my balance. I was running in a wiggly line. We reached home. I suddenly fell to the floor…

 

Robert: One wrong footing that’s all it takes for pain to occur. My life flashed before my eyes as I was hurtling down the hill the steep hill. Gill my sister who was with me made risky moves trying to save me, this resulted in her joining me in the ride of pain that hadn’t even started. I see her terrified face screaming HELP also it showed the amount of fear she was feeling. Her face reminded me of our mothers, how she sent us to get pales of water. Such and innocent task ended with severe consequences.

 

Macdeath

No, not a spelling error… a fabulous poem from George Gray.

A traitor, a traitor for all to see

Thane of Cawdor shall not conquer thee

for I have conquered him.

 

Three witches , Three Witches

they cannot be wrong

for I am to be king foretold in their song

unsure I may be

certain I am not

believe us ,believe us

for all is not lost

 

Kill him Kill him says the voice in my head

use a dagger

until King Duncan is dead.

 

My wife my wife

for what have I done

do not worry my love

for the deed is now done

 

I now fight in battle

as the English approach

no fear in my heart

as the witches foretold

that the prophecies they’ve seen

are about to unfold

for I shall be victorious

my enemies shall be slain

and I will arise victorious again.

 

Sire sire as the messenger came

lady Macbeth has died and departed this plain

and still in my heart this fear remains.

 

Go forth go forth

to battle with victory I cry

the men fall

the smell of death lingers in the air

yet still I do not worry nor do I care

it is you

strike me if you dare

for I am king and you will never fare

I cannot be killed by a man that is bore of a woman

through childbirth

alas Macbeth for I am not

all you have schemed, pillaged looted and murdered is now lost

for your kingdom now

belongs to another

close your eyes Macbeth with fear

for you deserve to die

from the one who was not technically born of his mother.

 

By George Gray 8T4

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