Tuesdays 3:20pm – 4:30pm (starting Tuesday 5th May)
Led by J Mickela Sonola, the aim of this workshop is to boost confidence in creative writing and to make writing FUN! It is perfect for budding writers and even for those who say they HATE writing. The club is for years 4, 5, and 6. Places are limited and offered on a first come, first served basis so please pick up a joining letter from Mrs Murray in Year 6.
We are delighted to inform you of a new school linking project that we are setting up with a school in rural Nepal. The school is in the foothills of the Annapurna Mountains and is a school that one of our staff members, Miss Stillings, worked closely with for 2 years. The school is called Macchepuchhre school and is named after the mountain that it sits beneath. The children at Chorlton Park are currently creating a school photo book all about our school and local area that will be presented to the school in Nepal. We hope this is the start of a long friendship and many activities between the schools that allow the children to learn about lives very different to their own.
We are also currently running a raffle to raise money for our link school. One prize will be drawn per year group. The prizes will be traditional handicrafts made in The Annapurna conservation area in Nepal. Tickets are £1 each or £5 for 7. All raffle money must be given to the office or class teachers in an envelope with the child’s name and class written clearly on the front. The raffle money will be used to buy essential equipment, such as pencils, chalk and chalk board and text books for Macchepuchhre school. Please buy your raffle tickets by this Thursday!
Please contact Miss Stillings (Yr3) or Miss Kinglsey (Y5) if you would like to find out more!
Choose your favourite character (this can either be from a book or a film/TV programme). The Easter bunny has gone missing the day before Easter Sunday…your character is asked by a secret organisation to find him so that he can deliver all the eggs on Easter Sunday.
Your task: Write a short story (200 words) about how your character tracks down the Easter Bunny and saves Easter.
(Think about: Who has kidnapped the Easter Bunny? Why? Where does he find him? How does your character find him?)
Here’s an idea of how you could start your story…
“We need your help! Now!” Secret X urged…
Closing Date: Wednesday 22nd April 2015
How to enter: Please submit your entry onto your year group blog page or you can hand in any entries to Mrs Murray.
It’s Science week and today we have had a SCIENCE DAY investigating materials that burn and looking at reversible and irreversible changes. We have also been doing lots of experiemnts about the properties of materials, testing flexibility, solubility, conductivity, transparency and magnetism. We’ve had lots of fun!
Hello year 5.
I have done lots of interesting things here in San Diego.
I have been to the Maritime Museum Of San Diego and learnt how to furl a yard.
Do you know what a yard is? It’s a part attached to a mast of a ship that goes across and holds each sail. The Star Of India is the oldest active iron hulled sailing boat in the world, and it came to San Diego in 1927. I have been aboard many times, and this time, I met a man called Chester who showed me how to furl a yard. The Star Of India Was launched in 1863 and from then to here, it has had many adventures, like the time it got dismasted by a cyclone in the Bay Of Bengal.
The Other ships there are the Surprise that was used in the film, Master And Commander, and the Forth Pirates Of The Carribean Film; A Russian submarine that was used to torpedo American boats in the Cold War; A steam Ferry called the Berkley that operated in San Fransisco bay; The Medea is a steam yacht that is 110 years old. There is also a Pilot boat that is 101 years old, and a boat called the swift boat. I have been on the Pilot boat before and it is an amazing cruise around San Diego bay.
Hope you are having a fantastic time at Chorlton Park Primary.
Good wishes, Xander.
About 50 miles from town there is a town called cupcake village. The royal, posh house was buzy and tidy. A little girl lived in this house but she was very, very spoilt. The sweet, chatty little Miss Spoilt was popular and mini.
The next day she got in her mum’s long, gold car and went to school.
“ I want that!” it was a massive gold dress. (Gold was her favorite colour)
“I promise it will be in your room in 1 and a half hours.” replied little Miss Rich, her mum.
“Make it half and it is a deal” snapped Little Miss Spoilt.
“Anything for you honey.” she said, thankful as they arrived at school.
In the greediest town of Greedville there lived a blue, greedy little girl called a Little,Little Miss Greedy, the daughter of Little Miss Greedy.Little,Little Miss Greedy lived in a kettle shaped house with a rectangualer,pink door. Little, Little Miss Greedy had the most unusual garden, not to mention house, (it’s obvious that if you have a house shaped as a kettle it would steam in the inside.)
Can you write any questions you would like to learn about our next Big Question; “What would you discover on your journey through Africa?”
Please write your questions below in a comment.
Bang an avalanch of smoke and dust floaded the area. Soon an oddly shaped space ship appeared. Suddenly a door opened and out came a green charactor called little Miss Alien. The 5 eyed, smiley little Miss Alein was funny yet easly annoyed. Little Miss Alien lived in a wacky excentric house with seventeen green windows and a pointy stick on top of it. Later on Mr Tickle was walking to school when he came across little Miss Aleins space ship. Mr Tickle was intreved so he walked over intull he got to the steps then he knoked on the door.
Little Miss Alein opened the door and stared at the odd orange creature.
“pongle slatta lata parr.” blerted out little Miss Alein.
“Do yooou Speek English?” questioned Mr Tickle.
“Ow yes where are you going?” repeted little Miss Alein
“Well um I am going to school.” ended Mr Tickle and then he went over and started flapping around with her anteni.” ow my eyes are aking.” protested Little Miss Alien.
“sorry .”frowened Mr Tickle.
Opening the gold double doors, Willy Wonka and the rest stepped gracefully into a new land, The Candy Jungle. A whoosh of the mint chocolate leaves came rushing over when suddenly the Oompa Loompa’s caught a jelly monkey. Suddenly Charlie felt a hard rock-like thing drop on his head. He looked up and saw a tree full of ever-lasting gobstoppers. Charlie reached up to pick one, then it jumped out of his hand and viciously hit Charlie’s Grandpa in the nose. They started to walk calmly towards a less humid area of the Jungle, but Mr Willy Wonka stopped them with his walking stick. “Stop!! There’s a fizzy river here don’t fall in.”
Mr Willy Wonka explained about the orange tango waterfall, the most glorious thing in candy-land. “It is about 9ft deep, so you don’t want to fall in.” mentioned Mr Willy Wonka. “Did you hear that grandpa! 9ft deep!” commented Charlie. Just as he spoke his words, a jelly monkey came whooshing by on a stretchy strawberry string. “Hey!! Give me back my hat you rascal!!” stammered grandpa. “Don’t worry, it’ll come back with your hat, all creatures a made with a special jelly so they give back what they take.” mentioned Mr Willy Wonka. In the end, Grandpa got his woolly hat back.
“Oh, and you will love when it rains or it gets foggy.” whispered Mr Willy Wonka. “Why?” asked Charlie. “You’ll find out soon…” replied Mr Willy Wonka. “Is it good or bad?” asked grandpa. “Oh it’s good alright,” replied Mr Willy Wonka. Just then Mr Willy Wonka stared at his watch for about 5 seconds. “It should be coming any second now.” announced Mr Willy Wonka “I can’t wait!” declared Charlie.
Suddenly some candy-floss clouds came swiftly over the mint chocolate trees. “Wow!” called Charlie. “That’s not it…” replied Mr Willy Wonka. As quick as a flash it started raining nerds! “Should we hide under one of those mint chocolate trees?” suggested grandpa. “Sure.” replied Mr Willy Wonka. So they rushed under one, but something was on grandpa’s head. It was a chocolate spider! “I hope you have fun with the factory when I’m gone.” stated Mr Willy Wonka as he bit right into a mint chocolate leaf “I don’t know where to start!” exclaimed Charlie. “How about the candy-cane hooks up top.” replied Mr Willy Wonka. “Good idea I can climb with them, but first I need to get to the top of the trees. So Grandpa gave Charlie a lift up to the trees where he could reach the candy-cane hooks. “Charlie, do you need any help getting down!” called Grandpa. “No thanks,” replied Charlie, “I can use these hooks to safely get down.” Charlie could see the whole of the Candy Jungle from where he was. Eventually Charlie climbed down successfully. Later Mr Willy Wonka walked away happily with a great big smile on his face. “All I need to do now is tell the Oompa Loompa’s I’m in charge now and tell my family the tragedy involving Mr Willy Wonka…
As you may have heard, a previously unpublished chapter of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory has recently been published.
As you read the chapter, you may notice that a few of the characters are different from the final, published version. Why didn’t he add this chapter? Why did he change some of the characters? Even great authors, such as Roald Dahl, continuously edit their work before they are happy with the final version.
Imagine that you have found another unpublished chapter of the story. What new room in the Chocolate Factory would Mr Wonka take the group to? Could it be a room made from marshmallow or jelly? Who works in this room? What mischief could one of the characters get up to and what would be their consequence? Would you want to introduce any new characters? For example, Peppa Achu, a girl who is allergic to quite a lot of things.
So, what do you need to do?
Write a new chapter for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and email it to email@example.com or hand it in to me by Friday 3rd October 2014. All entries will be displayed.
What must your chapter include?
– Mr Wonka.
– Charlie (you can choose if it is his Grandad or Mum who is with him).
– A new chocolate room where something (good or bad) happens.
– At least 1 more character.
There will be a prize for one person in each year group
I am looking forward to reading all of your exciting and imaginative chapters.
Good luck J
The Vanilla Fudge Room is from an early draft of Roald Dahl’s most famous novel. With new illustrations by Quentin Blake
The Vanilla Fudge Room
The remaining eight children, together with their mothers and fathers, were ushered out into the long white corridor once again.
“I wonder how Augustus Pottle and Miranda Grope are feeling now?” Charlie Bucket asked his mother.
“Not too cocky, I shouldn’t think” Mrs Bucket answered. “Here – hold on to my hand, will you, darling. That’s right. Hold on tight and try not to let go. And don’t you go doing anything silly in here, either, you understand, or you might get sucked up into one of those dreadful pipes yourself, or something even worse maybe. Who knows?”
Little Charlie took a tighter hold of Mrs Bucket’s hand as they walked down the long corridor. Soon they came to a door on which it said:
THE VANILLA FUDGE ROOM
“Hey, this is where Augustus Pottle went to, isn’t it?” Charlie Bucket said.
“No”, Mr Wonka told him. “Augustus Pottle is in Chocolate Fudge. This is Vanilla. Come inside, everybody, and take a peek.”
They went into another cavernous room, and here again a really splendid sight met their eyes.
In the centre of the room there was an actual mountain, a colossal jagged mountain as high as a five-storey building, and the whole thing was made of pale-brown, creamy, vanilla fudge. All the way up the sides of the mountain, hundreds of men were working away with picks and drills, hacking great hunks of fudge out of the mountainside; and some of them, those that were high up in dangerous places, were roped together for safety.
As the huge hunks of fudge were pried loose, they went tumbling and bouncing down the mountain, and when they reached the bottom they were picked up by cranes with grab-buckets, and the cranes dumped the fudge into open waggons – into an endless moving line of waggons (rather like smallish railway waggons) which carried the stuff away to the far end of the room and then through a hole in the wall.