Welcome to Crosshall Junior School

As part of his work towards Future Me awards, Edward L made this 'Welcome to Our School':

Writing by Jihad and Roberto

Jihad and Roberto have been at our school for less than a year and a half. Both boys could not speak English when they joined us. 

Below are examples of their cross curricular writing to support our current history unit. Both of these pieces show how their ability to use the English language has progressed in such a short space of time.

How's your ability to write in an additional language? Impressed with their work? Leave them a comment to let them know...

Life of WWII

We are continuing to immerse ourselves into the life of WWII.

On Monday, we had an expert talk from Mr Duker, who taught us all about the Battle of Britain.  

6CC then recreated an airfield battle scene in the hall, with squadrons of planes and fighter pilots soaring through the sky. The pilots wore headgear that restricted their view (as it would have been in a Spitfire!) and had to follow their squadron leader's exact movements in order to stay in formation. Various percussion instruments were also played in order to resemble the sounds that the pilots would have heard.

6JH have produced some excellent pieces of writing about being a fighter pilot and the rest of us are looking forward to completing ours over the next few days, so watch this space. 

We've written more diary entries as evacuees too...

Keane has been writing a diary entry set in 1939: pic.twitter.com/5VPVIVugJ1

— Crosshall Junior Sch (@CrosshallJunior) May 17, 2017

Next week it's our trip to RAF Duxford!

Roman G's Diary Entry of an Evacuee

Dear Diary,

Last night, I had the worst sleep of my life. The night was plagued by nightmares; I fear that whistle more than anything. I slowly washed and dressed myself, ignoring the suitcase in the corner. I could hear my mother crying but when I went downstairs she gave me a weak smile and gave me my favourite breakfast: Toast and jam with a big mug of tea. After she had given me this, she went back to crying into a handkerchief. I wanted to comfort her, make it all better, but I had bigger things on my mind. I was going to be an evacuee.

Suddenly, a shrill whistle could be heard. All down the street, doors started opening, children pouring out like water through a dam. I walked to the station, quiet as a lion stalking its prey, holding my mum’s hand as if I would never let go. Once on the platform, my mother gave me a bag. She told me it was food for the journey and that she loved me very, very much. Then a lady came along and put a label around my neck. I felt like a doll in the giant shop of life. All too soon, I heard the conductor shout “All aboard!” and it was time to leave.

There was a strange mix of excitement and sadness in the train; some thought of it as an adventure, others thought of it as torture. Leaving the smoke and buildings of the city far behind us, we were speeding through the countryside like a rabbit being chased by a fox. I peeked inside my small brown bag and saw a packet of biscuits, some condensed milk in a can  and a giant Cadbury’s chocolate bar. I wondered how mother could have afforded that. It must have cost a fortune! There was a lot of talking about where we were going and what we were doing. But, when the train started to slow, the chatter died down and an eerie silence spread through the train.

We were herded like cattle into the village hall and checked off against a huge list of names by a smartly dressed woman with a rather patronising tone. I was feeling exhausted when we were told to sit smartly and wait quietly on hard wooden chairs. Only fear kept me awake. People were coming in and picking children. I sat there for what felt like hours until I was finally chosen. I don't know what was more scary: being picked or being left alone in the village hall.

The roughly dressed man who had eventually chosen me, turned out to be a farmer. The farmhouse was a small, cosy cottage. I had my own room and absolutely loved it. Everything was different, and I didn't understand a lot of the jobs the farmer asked me to do. Luckily, he was a very kind, understanding and helpful man and has taught me lots of new skills. Other evacuees have not been so lucky; I saw one being beaten and others have not been given enough food.

While I am happy here, I am scared that I will never see my mother again. I hear news of the awful bombing in London and hope that my mother is keeping safe.

House Fire Newspaper Reports

Over the last two weeks, Year 6 have been working as news reporters - reporting on the Khan family house fire. We were given access to footage of the event as well as the opportunity to question witnesses. Our newspaper reports are currently in the editing process, however are due to be released at the beginning of next week, so watch this space! 

 

 

6JH Online Open Day #CJSOOD

Today, 6JH completed an Online Open Day and a recount of today (in their words) can be found below.

6JE Online Open Day #CJSOOD

Today, 6JE completed an Online Open Day. A recount of today (in their words) can be found below.