Ms Crook’s English Stars
Ms Crook has a host of student work she wishes to display on the Praise Wall from her classes in Years 8, 9 and 10.
Well done to Year 8 student, Katrina Smaukstele for her excellent Sherlock Holmes and the adventures of the Speckled Band book cover pictured below;
Persuasive Writing: after recapping persuasive techniques, Year 8 had a task to persuade me to do anything they liked!
Sam Philbin
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Felicity Berry
Do you want to sit back and relax? Or even swim with pigs? Bahamas is the place for you, you can and enjoy sunny weather that the Bahamas holds and get out of the rainy weather in the UK. We have so many fun activities and the food is excellent. You can do anything from getting on that plane to swimming with pigs which is the most exciting and best experience in the Bahamas known to mankind. 98% of people claim us to have the best selection of food across the board. Surely you would rather be holding a cocktail in the sun than sat at home, come on, book a plane ticket or call 07376 211 043 and you won’t regret it!
Brianna Knight
Who doesn’t love a bit of cake? And what’s better than having a cake? baking one. The first reason I think you should bake a cake is because you have been at work all day and deserve a break so why not use what time you have to bake, it’s a fun activity that can help take your mind off of the stress of work for a while and you get a tasty treat once you’ve finished. Now you’re probably thinking ‘but it will make a mess and then I’ll have to clean it up and it’s just so much effort’ but that’s all part of the fun yes, your kitchen will get messy but that also gives you something to do whilst you’re waiting for that delicious cake to finish baking so it will be done in no time. If you live with someone then that can give you even more of a reason to make one as I imagine you won’t see each other much throughout the day because of wok so why not use baking a cake as an excuse to do something together. The second reason is once the cake is done you can decorate it and then the best bit you can sit and watch your favourite show or movie with a freshly baked piece of cake.
Keira Seddon
Do you not think that every life matters? That you’re more important than the poor, innocent, defenceless children starving and wasting away in the remote plains of Africa? What difference would a few less pounds a month do to you? Nothing. But the difference it makes to them is unfathomable. More than 95% of the Democratic Republic of the Congo’s population is riddled with deficiency diseases from unnecessary malnutrition and usually for most harmless infections, but for them agonizing deaths. For just three pounds a month you can turn the children’s weak frowns into strong, healthy smiles as they should be. Every single penny of your money goes towards filling their hungry, dehydrated bodies with the nutrients their bodies so desperately need. Help them depart from the wretched, bitter and dismal lives they so unfortunately live. Help pull them from the pain they live with every day. For them the unbearable conditions are a normality, they shouldn’t be. Children are not meant to live like this so why do they? Because you’re too selfish to give just a small, fragmented portion of your earnings to help restore the joy in these abhorrent lives led by mere children with no hope and no future. Be the one to give these children the happiness they so yearn for. It starts with you!
Katrina Smaukstele
A lot of people, especially young people, go through the day without having breakfast. Many people believe that it is not necessary, or they say that they don’t have time for it and begin their day with no meal. I believe that everyone should eat breakfast before going to their activities to be healthy, happy and positive. The purpose of this speech is to show the importance of breakfast, especially for students.
The first reason why you should eat breakfast before going to school is for your health. When you skip breakfast and go to school, you are looking for a disease because it’s not healthy to have an empty stomach all day long. It’s very important to have a meal and not let your stomach work empty. Moreover, all you are going to get is gastritis and a lot of problems with your health if you don’t eat breakfast.
Another reason to eat breakfast, is because you need food to concentrate and succeed in your classes. Your body and brain are not going to function as good as they could because you have no energy or strength. When you try to learn something and have nothing in your stomach, you are going to have a lot of trouble succeeding. 40% of people think that they should not eat because they are going to feel tired, but that’s not true. Breakfast is not a very big meal, and on the contrary, you’re going to feel tired if you don’t have breakfast because you have spent the entire previous night without food.
In conclusion you can avoid diseases, and you have to realise that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and you cannot skip it without consequences for your health. It is time for you to do something for your health, and eating breakfast is the best way to start.
Ella Jowitt
I know what you are thinking, why should I download snapchat? I don’t need it in my life. Well, that’s where you are wrong, this app is something you MUST download. First of all, this app is so simple to work that almost anyone can use it so there won’t be any problems with how it works. Also, it is the perfect way to connect with family and friends and you can even see what they are up to when they post on their stories. They also have endless amounts of filters so you will always be able to get the perfect photo. 77% of people say snapchat is their favourite social media app, so if you do not have this app do yourself a favour and go download it – it’s free.
Holly Dunn
Cell Phones in School
Who does not have a cell phone these days? The amazing thing about cell phones is that they are no longer just used for calling or texting. They have become an indispensable multi-tool wonder. Today’s cell phone is cutting-edge technology at your fingertips. Should students be permitted to use cell phones in school? I believe they should not just be permitted to use cell phones; they should be required to use them. Cell phones do not just allow students to stay connected with family and friends, they are also an excellent learning resource, and they encourage the responsible use of technology. To begin with, cell phones make it possible for students to stay in touch with family and friends. A student can call home and ask a family member to bring them a forgotten assignment or lunch money or to come pick them up if they are sick. Also, cell phones allow parents to keep track of their children’s whereabouts before, during, and after school. In a recent study, 71% of parents whose children had cell phones felt safer about their child’s whereabouts when they were away from them. Students can also connect with friends, but not just because it is a fun thing to do; my teacher asks us to text or email our friends when they are absent to let them know what is going on in class and to inform them of any homework. When used responsibly, a cell phone can be an excellent communication tool. Also, cell phones – especially smart phones – are a fabulous learning resource. Students can use tools such as the calculator, the map finder, and the calendar. Plus, there are lots of great learning websites – including essay-writing websites – we can use to supplement the learning in class. Cell phones are a quick and easy way to incorporate technology in the classroom. Finally, cell phones encourage the responsible use of technology. Students can learn when and how to use their cell phones to enhance their learning. Bill Gates, founder of Microsoft, says “Students can learn when and how to use their cell phones to enhance their learning.” They will become more independent in their work and more motivated to learn. Almost 100% of students say they like being allowed to make choices, and they understand consequences. If a student is texting when he/she should be paying attention to the teacher, the teacher should take the cell phone temporarily away. By allowing the use of cell phones, students will feel like they are being treated like responsible young adults, and they will appreciate that. If teachers are patient, understanding, and consistent, students will surely become responsible users of technology. In conclusion, people who oppose the use of cell phones in school do it because of the disruptions and distractions cell phones can cause. But we must accept that we live in a world of technology and that cell phones are an important and extremely useful part of that world. We miss out if we fail to take advantage of the educational power of the cell phone. All in all, cell phones improve communication, provide learning resources, and encourage appropriate use of technology. Teachers and administrators must find ways to incorporate this excellent multi-tool in our schools. As you have learned from this, it’s really not that difficult. Let us make the most of the hi-tech world we are living in.
Kallum Bills
Snapchat has everything that any other messaging app does but more! It’s by far the best out of all of them, Whatsapp, messenger etc. You can create fun groups with your friends and play some snapchat games, they can become very fun and addicting. Also, you can make custom bitmojis (A character for your profile picture) which then in messages you can also use some amazing stickers. Snapchat also comes with thousands of filters to use for photos. In addition, you can create your own. Snapchat is also extremely popular and free! What’s stopping you?
Rosie Ivill
TikTok is a social media app used to create short-form videos or skits from a variety of genres e.g. dancing, culture, learning, singing, and many more.
TikTok is a great platform for connecting with people you would never normally meet in real life, like people from a different country or someone who has a completely different culture to yours. With over 800 million users world-wide you are bound to connect with someone.
Do you want to be that one friend who has no connection with social media?
No, about 53% of the people on Earth have at least one social media account. So, do you really want to be in the minority that doesn’t?
If you work your way up high enough you could become a famous influencer and earn money. Just from making 15 second videos.
Join TikTok today to make your life more fun.
Joshua Poynton
Did you know 4/5 of people love cats! Do you know where there are loads of cats? Did you know that cats improve emotion within humans usually around by at least 65%! You should join TikTok because cats make up so much of the content shared there. Cats along with memes, learning and most importantly just all-around good times. And amazingly it is all FREE and supporting your favourite creators is FREE! Everything here on TikTok is all FREE and there are no hidden charges. You can always just remove it if you would like to. Go download TikTok today and enjoy all of the great times!
Year 9 Descriptive Writing
Millie-Sue Kenyon
In amongst the eerie forest was a luminescent figure wallowing in the middle of the path. She wore a porcelain white dress that draped just below her knees, a cross hatched pattern addressing her arms. Small in stature, she is dwarfed by all surrounding structures. In the sub-zero conditions, the girl’s rounded straw hat perched timidly on her head. Her lacklustre appearance would not excuse the fear possessed in her eyes.
Mist spilled out of the grass beneath her damp feet, a crepitus sound followed hand in hand. The grass rose up either side like an ant hill. Moon light poured onto the grass like a fountain, basking
its eternal glory. A shadowy silhouette protrudes from the undergrowth like a corpse reaching towards the stars.
Fireflies hung in the air like embers off a hot coal, forming a halo around her head as she stumbled through the woods. In the abyss known as a forest, they were as bright as stars, the only source of light to be seen. Held by two cast iron pots the fireflies were forced to envelope the girl holding them. The fireflies were ice white orbs floating around almost as if by magic.
The trees stood up as tall as a mountain getting ready to brawl. Leaves tumbled off the weary branches whilst rocks fell through the almost still air. The naked winter trees line the avenue.
The thunder roared as loud as a lion. Clouds scattered across the hazy sky. Wind whistles through the air, whilst the rain races down its restless rage rattles like rocks ripping through the air.
Sasha Wilson
Before I went through the glass, I looked at my little sister who was covered in rose red blood. She wore a long, sticky-out bright blue dress. I knew she was going to die from with the pain every time she winced. The crimson red blood was flowing really fast like lava coming out of an erupting volcano.
There was a loud bang at the door. BOOM!
I had to leave her on the floor for the government to finish her off. The government took charge of everything and ordered every boy who was coming of age to hand themself to them to prove that they were a man by facing his worst fear. My fear was losing my sister because she was the only family member I had left. And now I was going to lose her anyway. It destroyed me leaving her there. Tears dropped down my face as I kissed her goodbye. I jumped like a grasshopper into the glass.
As I hit the dusty pale floor, I looked up to see I was on a small island with grey houses and dead flowers. I couldn’t believe my eyes as a man walked by like a zombie. He wore a ripped checked shirt that was very dusty and had bits of blood on the arms. I knew as I started walking that this place was once happy.
Year 10 Dystopian Descriptive Writing
Amelia Stuchbury
It was monotone. The water around me was navy and sunk deep into the abyss. The light was almost impossible to see as the water piled on top pushing me further down. The floor was covered in sea grass and swayed simultaneously as the waves moved, each strand was long and thin like fingers, ready to grasp onto whatever came near. It was dead and losing its colour. Is that what she ate? There were fish surrounding the patches of “greenery”, fighting over the little bit of food there was. It was a battle of survival. They didn’t seem to phase her, but it also seemed like she didn’t want to startle them. She was frozen. A girl of her size wouldn’t be able to tackle one to try and eat it, so she must live on their leftovers when they swim away to their hidden houses.
She was a scrawny little being, almost starved. It was clear to see that she was malnourished but against all of the other beings down there she didn’t stand a chance. Survival of the fittest if you will. She slouched as she walked, due to her fatigue and almost collapsed with each one. She carried a bucket either side of her which weighed her down. They chafed into her bony hands asif she couldn’t let go. They overflowed with bubbles. They poured over the sides. Her face was resting. It was pale and stone coloured. Her lips trembled as pockets of oxygen tumbled out and rose to the surface. Her eyes welded shut, asif she was asleep. Mindlessly wandering. Her clothes were ragged and torn and her feet were bare. The apron she wore was loose and almost to her feet.
Those buckets were what drew my eyes to her. Glistening tiny spheres pouring over the sides. The bucket wass worn down with use. The handle was sharp and looked as if it had been repaired many times. Not safe for use. The edges were scratched and out of place, homemade. The ominous substance from them never seemed to run out, like it was infinite. It looked like soap suds, she was a cleaner. But what she could be cleaning at the bottom of the ocean was unclear.
Daisy Wall
Thud… thud… I shuddered. Taking a moment to breathe, I swiftly turned and locked my eyes on her. She was coming dangerously close, like a ferocious predator reaching out for its prey. Her face said otherwise. She continued to stroll forward, and everything told me to stay. What did she want? An intense beam of light emerged from the sooty shadows…
Swaying delicately in the cool evening breeze, the tall thin grass embedded the ground of the rough rocky path, each strand lurking through a crack of the floor. The air filled with the faint rustling of the tree branches as the leaves frolicked with the soft gusts of wind. The midnight bark, so black in colour that it almost seemed like the shadow of a person stood watching lifelessly. Trunks creaked, rocks crumbled, the wind howled. Despite the overwhelming noises surrounding me, it felt so welcoming. The tranquillity of the dusky night gave out a warm feeling, yet the chilly air sent ghastly shivers down my spine.
The buckets clashed. Her eyes glared. Who was she?
The sound of heavy footsteps moved steadily across the mossy sodden path. Step by step, she inched forward, her slender arms laden with heavy metal buckets. Her pure-white cotton dress draped like a pair of bygone curtains to her ashen knees; illuminating the night sky. Her eyes were heavy and glazed over like a pale-faced doll. Her lips, dainty and sealed, refused to disclose her secrets. Ghostly skin seemed to reflect the soft moonlight, translucent like a butterfly.
Who are you? Where are you going?
My eyes returned to the buckets she carried with protection. Were they orbs? Fairies? Fireflies? They erupted from the buckets like a voluptuous volcano, each light twinkling with the passion to tell its story. Silently, an abundance of lights pirouetted through the dark night sky. Blossoming like a field of flowers, they lingered, not evaporating or disappearing; merely twirling endlessly.
Spencer Thornley
It was a freezing night in 1941 in Soviet Union. The snow had been falling for a couple of days but had started to melt away. The Germans had reached the city of Smolensk. Me and my squad were tasked to go building to building and search for survivors of first wave of German invaders. We didn’t find anyone. Until we reached the rocky path back to the camp. The girl.
The girl stared at me and my squad mencacingly. She was wearing a white torn dress that stunk of urine and feces the smell was so bad you could taste it. A trail of a thick pus like substance and blood were imprinted into the snow where she had walked. And still she stared at us menacingly her faced didn’t give the impression that she was feeling agony but as she didn’t care about the pain she had suffered on the walk. Her blank facial impression turned into a sinister smile as though she had a formulated a plan to make us pain in a way we could dare to imagine.
The girl opened the baskets she was holding releasing millions of orbs which were screaming with the souls of her past victims. Still she stared at us menacingly. The orbs formed a screaming circle of pain around us. Her smile formed into a blood-curdling laugh. I gave a nod to my squad to show them respect as we where all probably going to die horrific deaths. Out of the nowhere we started to here planes get closer and closer. It was the Luftwaffe. The Germans had returned to take the city.
We turned to see if the girl was still there. She was gone. A sigh of relief came over from our entire squad. But a new terror of fear spread amoung us. Fighting the Germans.
Samuel Taylor
We swim round the sunken ship like a shoal of unsuspecting fish, wandering deeper, in the unenchanted, vast ocean. The closer we got to the ship the cooler the water became. You could almost hear the songs of the mermaids as we passed. bubbles. Bubbles emerging from the opposing side of the boat, they had a dim glow as if they were some sort of deep sea creature, lureing their prey with a small light and then slowly devouring its prey like Piranhas around a sack of meat.
However this isn’t as extremely violent as it appears. Above ground the world is a nuclear wasteland, this has caused global radiation. It causes subtle side effects which have push people away from main land into the ocean.
The orb like bubbles trailed to a frail, misplaced doll like girl. With torn tattered threadbare attire, she wore rugged brown boots and a moth-eaten hat, the warmth of her skin was long since drained. her skeletal fingers look almost welded to the immense metal buckets if someone with a blow torch is melting her fingers to the handle of the bucket.
Meadow Rogerson
As a tattered black boot came into contact with the long grass, fireflies erupted like a volcano and shined light on the darkness that was present. Long, bony fingers of the textured tree branches reached out to grab her as if they were aware of her sins. The faces etched onto the trees seemed to be frowning as they stared in her direction. The giants emerging from the ground peered over her, intimidating her. A cold, ghostly mist surrounded her. She felt as though she was suffocating as she tried her best to push down the haunting memories- they continued to invade her thoughts- that she wanted to purge her mind from. There was one question that was constantly worrying her. Would she make it out without being noticed? As she thought of the possible outcomes a shiver ran down her spine…
A throbbing in her small hand drew her attention to the handle of the steel, rusted bucket she was holding.The contents of the bucket: soapy water and an old sponge, were used to clean her mess. The buckets weighed her hands down as the event that occurred that night stole the last shred of happiness she had left. She peered into the night as the feeling of regret overpowered her entirely. Darkness surrounded the forest like a blanket although she was unable to feel the comfort it was trying to give. The face that once held hope for the world was now tainted with red that she was making a desperate attempt to get rid of.
Jake Morris
The large, whole moon glistened in an army of small white stars as it shined down upon the midnight blue enchanted forest. The cold water sparkled as it camly ran down the small, majestic stream as it also homed small, pearlescent metallic fish. But the fish was not the only thing accompanying the anxious filled girl. A mysterious presence loomed in the crisp, wintry air.
The stiff girl nervously observed her surroundings as she could feel the peculiar presence grow ever larger. Sweat dripped off her head as it collided with the tin bucket to her left causing a clang to echo through the beautiful forest. The warm bright fireflies erupted from the grey buckets into the air creating a halo above the innocent girls head. The solitary girl strolled beside the stream as she hoped to get away from the unwanted presence.
The crisp short grass belonging to the forest cracked as the young girl’s feet snapped the strands of grass as the pressure of her foot. The dampness of the cold winters grass leaked through the girls worn down leather shoes.