Year Groups: Year 6
An environment of warmth,
where creativity and passion grow into excellence'.
Bath Abbey Concert on 12th
Click here for the words for children performing
in the Bath Abbey Concert on 12th June. Please could
every effort be made for these words to be memorised
by the end of half term. Many thanks!
This week, Y6 pupils
Lucy, Megan, Rupert and Arthur took part in
the annual Year 6 Maths Challenge at Monkton
Combe School, competing against pairs of
pupils from schools around Bath in a series
of mathematical problem solving activities.
All pupils worked very hard and enjoyed the
challenge. Particular congratulations goes
to Megan and Lucy, who earned 3rd place out
of 39 teams. Well done girls!
"On Forest Friday in 6S, we
have been designing tyre playgrounds. We have come
up with lots of different designs. It’s lots of fun
and when you’re digging you get muddy, which is even
more fun!" – Harley, 6S
Year 6 Early Summer Pond
All children in year 6 enjoyed
pond dipping with top finds including: Emperor
dragonfly nymphs, whirligig beetles, frogs,
sticklebacks and pond skaters.
Let's see what we find in the
Times Tables Challenge
from 6S did ballroom dancing, when parents
came in to watch.
YEAR 6 PUPILS GO LIVE ON
As part of our recent
week-long focus on literature we were extremely
fortunate to welcome back children’s writer, and
author of the Frog series, Joffre White. He led two
engaging and inspirational creative writing
workshops for Year 6 encouraging the children to
free their imaginations and harness simple
techniques to write their own stories. Well done to
Lauren, Dominika, Jazz and Freddie for their superb
compositions which were chosen to represent WASPS on
Joffre’s website at
World War 2 Day
Firstly we came in and did
some work on a poem about The Jumblies. These
were people with blue hands and green heads. Four of
these creatures wanted to sail out to sea on a
sieve. We had to answer questions about this text.
The boys then had to do PT and the girls needlework.
PT is when you do conditioning, marching and jogging
around the playground. At playtime we got to play
with hoops, marbles and skipping ropes. It was very
By Saud and Ollie
|Coming to School
We came to school having prepared to be
evacuated (as children in WW2 would have
done). We each had a gas mask box, a name
tag and a suitcase with a few personal items
in, such as; a letter, a family photograph
or drawing, some clothes and a teddy bear.
We experienced lessons and school as
children in WW2 did. We said The Lord’s
Prayer as a class and experienced certain
punishments the children would have normally
faced; such as the cane and the dunce hat!
At break and lunch time we explored the
typical games children would have played;
including conkers, marbles, wooden hoops and
||The Nit Nurse!
The nit nurse came and checked our hair for
for Girls and Boys
We were split into boys and girls and took
part in gender specific lessons; the girls
undertook needle work in order to be able to
‘make do and mend’ and the boys performed
drills to build stamina and strength.
We experienced an air raid and had to take
shelter in the Anderson Shelter where we
sang songs to lift our spirits and had a
special toffee sweet. Some of us also got to
eat our war time lunch in the Anderson
We then took a short walk to a local church
where evacuee parents came and selected us.
Some wanted boys or girls and others wanted
strong children or clean children.
After our names had been recorded we got to
have squash and biscuits with our evacuee
parents and find out the type of home and
place we were being evacuated too. Some
evacuee parents were very strict and others
were friendly and welcoming. Some children
did not want to come back!
have had a fantastic residential visit to France
again this year. Fifty three intrepid travellers
from Year 6 visited Granville and the Normandy
coast. We were extremely busy: sailing, walking,
shopping, sketching, swimming, reflecting,
appreciating, commemorating, discovering, performing
– you name it, we did it!
It was dark when we arrived in
France and dark when we returned and we very tired
but excited to be back in England after such a
brilliant trip to Granville.
Click on the photo to see more
photos and examples of the work that we did when we
returned, but also see our blog at
crowned West of England Level 2 year 5/6 Gymnastic
championships at the Sainsbury's school games.
eight other regional winners WASPS were victorious
with a winning margin of 0.2 points!!
All five children
completed a set floor routine and two vaults to a
very high standard.
History Prize Winner
Over the Trench
Robert was a sixteen year old
from Millwall. He had only just turned sixteen
yesterday. His father was eager for him to follow
his older brother’s footsteps – the brother who’d
recently been pronounced dead. As Robert was being
frantically driven to the front lines, every single
thought was how it was going to be in the terrible
conditions. He’d heard it was fairly good conditions
from the man who signed him up but in his head
horrific things such as disease, death and
starvation sprung into mind.
After less than a whole week
of training, Robert had arrived at the front; he was
shivering like a human with no clothes trapped in
the arctic. He saw the vast network of trenches; he
considered it would be better if they called it an
endless maze! He was given a brief talk by a
Sergeant who had to emphasize every word in a shout.
“You’ll get up at 4am, then we’ll go over at 4:30am
and 6pm. BUT - if you hear a whistle being blown
five times, you must go over no matter what. 3
rules! Run, don’t look back and kill ‘em”.
Robert laid his so called
‘bed’ on the floor. The mud soaked into it and
gunfire was consistently exchanged between the two
sides. The rats thrived in these conditions and
constantly passed around diseases to the men.
Luckily he managed to get some sleep unlike many of
his fellow troops.
Robert woke at 4am on the dot
and joined the queue. Food was in extremely low
supplies. He managed to get a single piece of bread
that was infested with lice. Holding on to his
nerve, he shoved it into his gargantuan gob. It
wasn’t too bad - he thought that the lice gave a
good crunch to it all. At four-thirty every man
lined up ready for battle - their hearts beat
faster, hands shivered as they swallowed fear.
Robert didn’t want to die, especially at his age.
“Listen up!” yelled the sergeant, “Run into their
trench and kill ‘em. Simple isn’t it”. This was
practically suicide the men thought. “Now, GO, GO,
Robert was the sixth to climb
and run, but it felt like he was first as the mist
coated the land. Nothing was to be seen, so he ran.
Guns fired from either side into nothing but mist.
Robert began to call for others; he got onto his
hands and knees. The mist was almost summoned away
by the gunfire. He could see that he was only 50
yards from the Jerries. Yells came from other men as
they were shot, introducing the Germans. He sat down
under cover by a tree where he lay terrified as he
imagined his death. With ruthless courage he rose
from the ground and charged into their trench. He
was accompanied by another man. They leapt into
action. Robert killed three men in a minute and
continued doing so. Finally, face to face with a
German, he shot first. But Robert had run out of
ammunition; the other man with him had only one
shot. Robert was summoned to the ground as the
bullet went straight through his pounding heart.
Dead on the floor. No more
noise was heard by Robert. No more gunfire or
disease. Less than a day at the trenches had proved
to be too much for him, like it had for many others.
The upside was that now he had eternal peace.
Two weeks later the war ended. If only he hadn’t
signed up but that was not to be. His mother was in
sorrow for she had lost both her sons to the war.
Just like many others.
It’s like rain.
Rain without the part where you get wet.
Rain that is a solid instead of a liquid.
Rain that you can grip until it melts in the
palm of your hand.
It’s like snow.
Snow that has been shattered into millions
Of tiny little pieces.
Snow that is hard instead of soft.
Snow that bounces off the ground when it
reaches the surface and doesn’t end up as a
colossal white lump.
It’s like snow.
Greek God teachers!
class stormed off,
Mr Poseidon’s class surfed away,
Mr Hades class died.
Mr Krono’s class dissolved to Tartus,
class flew away
Mrs Athen’s class chatted about knowledge
Mr Apollo’s class recited poems,
Mrs Artimis’s looked through telescopes.
Dionysus’s class drank wine,
Mr Hephaestus’s class tinkered with metal,
Mr Prometheus’s class played with fire,
Mr Oceanus’s class waved live eels about,
class grew tree nymphs,
Mr Kros’s class glided away,
Mr Typhons class simperly smashed
Year 6 Writing
Please click on the links to
read some of our poems and writing.