Matthew and Joseph's
Charlotte and Emily's
Adam and Joe's
Honey
Wednesday 22 October 2014
Monday 20 October 2014
Prezi presentations
In class this half term we have been creating multimedia presentations.
We have included text, pictures and video to ensure we made an interesting, informative presentation.
We used the app and website, Prezi.
We hope you like them, please leave us a comment!
Callum and Nathan's
Carla and Willow's
Kieran and Henry's
We used the app and website, Prezi.
We hope you like them, please leave us a comment!
Callum and Nathan's
Carla and Willow's
Kieran and Henry's
Monday 13 October 2014
Wednesday 8 October 2014
On display in the Otters and Owls
Here is some of the English work on display in our English classes. We have been writing letters from the trenches, writing World War One poetry and writing diaries.
Sunday 5 October 2014
Diaries from the trenches
LO: To write a diary account.
15th November 1914
Today torrential rain fell which meant more mud and that was never good. The walls of the trench were all collapsing. I’m so tired and feel awful because my best friend Jimmy died after he got shot in the head. I really am lonely without all my family especially the children but it’s nearly Christmas so I hope I’m home by then. It is so hard out here dodging the grenades.
Today I had loads of jobs. My first one was to take out the latrine waste, it was awful. I also had to risk my life to go out to fix a communication wire on no man’s land there was a couple of shots but I dogged them. Though my mate that was with me got shot I was devastated. We had to clean are uniform and boots they all told me that I was chief boot cleaner.
I didn’t get very much sleep last night because all I could hear was the deafening bombs ,we were doing a massive bomb attack!! Also it must have been squeaky rat night because the noise was horrendous. You could see all the Germans lamps in the distance using the periscope. I think they were playing cards in their spare time!
Today the sergeant said it was the stinkiest day yet though I think there was some days just as bad. We had beef pie so that added to the stink as well but we enjoyed the meal, so it didn’t matter. The main thing was that the latrines were all being cleaned out today so it should be a lot better.
I really hope ends soon because it is nearly Christmas and I want to the war spend it with my family and i hope they want me home to. I miss them all I really want all the family time back that I have missed. But I am disappointed because when we signed up we all thought it would be a little adventure, but it’s not. Will I ever get home?
By Jess
I hate it, I just hate it and I wish I had never signed up. These trenches are horrible filthy places, we have to sleep on the floor, and it is rank, they’re full of water and I’m scratching like mad, from the lice. Guess what I did? I had my head shaved so those pesky bugs won’t bother me. I shot 6 rats earlier half of them were as big as cats because they were
Today I was called a hero because I hurtled 10 grenades into their trench, I didn’t really want to do it but I had to. As soon as I did that they started firing at us because they were mad. Poor old John when he did it they hit him in the arm he fell over directly next to me, I called for help but no one came, he was losing blood fast, I ran off to get help but when I came back he was dead. When he was taken to the clearing station they said he was defiantly dead, I screamed (he was my best pal). After that I was told to rest to get over the fact that my best pal just died. While I was sitting reading the letter from my girlfriend there was a huge shake because the enemy had just tried to bomb us but thankfully they missed us.
Once I finished reading it was lunch which a few slices of bread and a tin of corned beef, which didn’t really taste that good but at least it is food. One of the other soldiers was sick because his bread had mould on it and didn’t realise. As soon as everyone had eaten theirs we had a nap but one of them had to stay out on guard, guess who that someone was, me. Later on I was told that someone else was going to do it so I could get some rest. At night we were told we were going to do a raid on the German Trenches I’m not shore if going to survive it but if I do, I will be pleased.
By Henry
Today torrential rain fell which meant more mud and that was never good. The walls of the trench were all collapsing. I’m so tired and feel awful because my best friend Jimmy died after he got shot in the head. I really am lonely without all my family especially the children but it’s nearly Christmas so I hope I’m home by then. It is so hard out here dodging the grenades.
Today I had loads of jobs. My first one was to take out the latrine waste, it was awful. I also had to risk my life to go out to fix a communication wire on no man’s land there was a couple of shots but I dogged them. Though my mate that was with me got shot I was devastated. We had to clean are uniform and boots they all told me that I was chief boot cleaner.
I didn’t get very much sleep last night because all I could hear was the deafening bombs ,we were doing a massive bomb attack!! Also it must have been squeaky rat night because the noise was horrendous. You could see all the Germans lamps in the distance using the periscope. I think they were playing cards in their spare time!
Today the sergeant said it was the stinkiest day yet though I think there was some days just as bad. We had beef pie so that added to the stink as well but we enjoyed the meal, so it didn’t matter. The main thing was that the latrines were all being cleaned out today so it should be a lot better.
I really hope ends soon because it is nearly Christmas and I want to the war spend it with my family and i hope they want me home to. I miss them all I really want all the family time back that I have missed. But I am disappointed because when we signed up we all thought it would be a little adventure, but it’s not. Will I ever get home?
By Jess
11th October, 1915
I hate it, I just hate it and I wish I had never signed up. These trenches are horrible filthy places, we have to sleep on the floor, and it is rank, they’re full of water and I’m scratching like mad, from the lice. Guess what I did? I had my head shaved so those pesky bugs won’t bother me. I shot 6 rats earlier half of them were as big as cats because they were
Today I was called a hero because I hurtled 10 grenades into their trench, I didn’t really want to do it but I had to. As soon as I did that they started firing at us because they were mad. Poor old John when he did it they hit him in the arm he fell over directly next to me, I called for help but no one came, he was losing blood fast, I ran off to get help but when I came back he was dead. When he was taken to the clearing station they said he was defiantly dead, I screamed (he was my best pal). After that I was told to rest to get over the fact that my best pal just died. While I was sitting reading the letter from my girlfriend there was a huge shake because the enemy had just tried to bomb us but thankfully they missed us.
Once I finished reading it was lunch which a few slices of bread and a tin of corned beef, which didn’t really taste that good but at least it is food. One of the other soldiers was sick because his bread had mould on it and didn’t realise. As soon as everyone had eaten theirs we had a nap but one of them had to stay out on guard, guess who that someone was, me. Later on I was told that someone else was going to do it so I could get some rest. At night we were told we were going to do a raid on the German Trenches I’m not shore if going to survive it but if I do, I will be pleased.
By Henry
LO: To write a diary account
8th October1915
Murderous and ruthless people, that’s what we’ve become. I hate it. I wish I’d never signed up in the first place. Dead bodies everywhere, gun fire rattling all around me, grenades exploding. Anger and hatred mixed into one. Tonight another battle, I wish I go. I would feel better. But yet I stay for more. I don’t know why I just do.
The way I reacted today day was mad; I climbed out of the trench, hurled 50 grenades and shot 90 Germans. I then dived into their trench shot 20 more Germans and got shot in the shoulder. I was then rushed back to our trench and luckily they managed to pull the bullet out. I don’t know what came over me. Sam got shot in the chest, he thumped to the ground next to me, I screamed for medics but none came. After the battle he was finally taken to the clearing station. I was so depressed when I heard the news he didn’t make it that I climbed out of the trench and gave myself up to the enemy but Mike pulled me back in just in time as the bullets whizzed over my head.
Even as I’m writing I can hear the shouts of pain and the angry cries of the Germans. I can see dead bodies falling everywhere around me, unexploded bombs are everywhere. There’s even one on my bottom bunk. I was the only one who wanted to sleep there.
The stench is revolting. Jim threw up earlier. I don’t blame him; the smell of rats and defused gas bombs is unbearable.
If I survive, the first thing I’d do would be to take my family to the theatre and watch the best movie they have. It’s hard to believe that at Christmas we played football with the Germans. I’m going to die, I know it. And it all started with an Austro-Hungarian prince and a Serbian terrorist.
By Kieran B
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