Welcome to Years 4 and 5
Thank you to all the staff and parents that supported the children today at sports day, the children showed great team spirit and really enjoyed the afternoon. Thank you to the PFA for the ice lollies to help us cool down and congratulations to the Blue Team on your victory! A special thank you to Mrs Haley for organising the day for us, thank you Mrs Haley!
We had some new races this year created by our very own year 4/5 pupils!
Experimenting with teeth and eggs
In Years 4 and 5, we have been learning all about teeth. As part of this process, we carried out experiments on teeth and duck eggs (as the shell is made of enamel, like the outside of our teeth).
First, we left two teeth in Coke and Water to see what happened if they were left for a week.
We then chose a variety of drinks and placed duck eggs in these, leaving them over the weekend.
We discovered that drinks which contained a mixture of acid and sugar, had the worst impact on the enamel. The orange juice was so corrosive, that the shell had cracked and the egg had mixed with the orange juice!
Some of the drinks also stained the eggs, leaving a sugary mix on the surface. We discovered that, with careful brushing, and toothpaste, most of this staining was reversible.
On Friday we had a day of maths activities! Working in our house groups we created a Pii Skyline with Miss Bird and Mr Wiggin, went on a maths treasure hunt around the village with Mr Cooper and Mrs Haley, created 3d shapes and bubbles with Miss Bower and got extremely sticky with Miss Tuckett, Mrs Miskell and Miss Squire weighing and making flapjack for the whole school! We had a great day and a huge thank you to all the support staff that made it possible!
In Y4/5, we have been enjoying Talk for Writing and building up ideas within our innovative write.
Geoff was an ordinary eleven year-old boy who had lots of friends, but his best friend was a boy in the class below him. His name was Bobby. Geoff and Bobby loved to play badminton.
However, Geoff was a scaredy cat: he loathed creepy, crawly, critters. Anything with six or more legs that were small, Geoff hated. Most of all, Geoff was afraid of spiders. They were malicious, hateful things to him. Forgetting his love of badminton, Geoff avoided the garden (The perfect place for spiders to make their cobweb filled homes). If ever his mother told him to go into the garden shed, the green house, the garage or the attic, he would always find an excuse; from tidying his room, to putting all the tooth paste back inside the tube after squeezing it too hard. However, those places were nothing compared to the tree house. Spider-infested, the last time he went up there was last November.
Whenever Geoff caught a glimpse of a spider, his feet would stick to the floor like an old piece of chewing gum. His heart would leap into his mouth like a grass-hopper. His legs would feel as if they had been shoved into an oven. The spider was growing fat hairy legs, the hairs were as sharp as barb wires, Geoff’s eyes seemed as though they were magnifying everything, eight glowing red eyes never moving from Geoff’s wide eyes. He ran.
One boiling hot day in the summer holidays, Geoff’s best friend Bobby, came to play around Geoff’s house. Eventually, Bobby got bored and started staring out of the window, “Wow, you never told me that you had a tree house!” he exclaimed.
“Erm…yeah,” Geoff replied.
Dragging a reluctant Geoff by the arm, Bobby leaped out into the bright sunshine. Geoff stood at the bottom of the ladder, gazing up into the leafy branches where his worst fears lay. Bobby gave him a shove from behind, bringing him out of his trance. Geoff placed a trembling foot on the ladder, his sweaty hands clinging to the rungs of the wooden ladder. Then, suddenly, Geoff felt a light creeping sensation tickling his back. “Was it a spider?” he wondered. It crept slowly over his arm, all the way to the back of this trembling hand.
Geoff imagined a huge, many-legged monstrous, treacherous tarantula spider, poised to dig in its fangs… He looked around. And all he saw was a tiny, incy, mincy, wincy money spider - the size of a pin head. The spider looked at him, its many eight eyes staring….actually; it seemed quite small and harmless.
From that day on, Geoff’s new best friend (Bobby was still his best friend) was George the tiny money spider.