Amethyst and Ruby have made 3-D models of living things. They've been thinking about Avocado Baby and how he grew so strong. They are thinking about healthy living and soon they are going to be growing their own vgetables!
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
Inspired by Hockney
David Hockney is one of the most influential British artists of the 20th century and an important contributor to the 1960s’ Pop Art movement. He’s now creating paintings on his iPad.
Hockney has emailed 300 iPad drawings to an exhibition in Paris.The iPad is has become a new tool for the artist, mainly in that it allows him to paint at any time of the day and employ the full spectrum of the colour wheel.
Inspired by David Hockney's ipad paintings, Year 4 used their iPads to think about setting in Literacy when they studied 'The Green Ship'.
Monday, 4 March 2013
Music Hall Stories
http://musichallanimation.blogspot.co.uk/
Saturday, 2 March 2013
Pandora's Box
As part of their Literacy topic about understanding myths and legends, Year 3 have each made their own Pandora's Box.
They thought about what it would be like to open the box and in groups made tableaux of Pandora opening the box.
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Recorder Big Band at The Barbican
Recorder Big Band have been invited to play at the Music Education Expo that is being held at The Barbican Centre on Wednesday 20th March.It is a great honour to be invited to play. They are the only primary-aged ensemble playing.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
The Hiqhwayman by Year 6
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like moldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
But Tim the ostler was listening to the highway man. What should he do? Year 6 have been thinking about what they'd do. They whispered to Tim in "conscience alley".
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like moldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
But Tim the ostler was listening to the highway man. What should he do? Year 6 have been thinking about what they'd do. They whispered to Tim in "conscience alley".
Friday, 14 September 2012
The Lift
Jonathan Edwards wasn’t the only special guest at Columbia
yesterday. Sonia came to visit us for the first time since she left school
after her illness. She was able to come up to the middle floor because of our
brand new lift! Jonathan and Sonia declared the new lift open by cutting and
pulling a giant ribbon. The lift will finally make our school fully accessible
at last!
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