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JUNE 2016
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PRIME
TIMES
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
Editorial
By Catherine Potter-Jadas
Head of Primary
Well it’s that time of year again, the
moment when we pull our hankies out of
our pockets and shake them furiously at
those who are leaving us. Each year it is
the same scenario, but it never gets
easier. Having to say goodbye to the
cherished faces of our P6 is always an
emotional moment. We bid them a very
fond farewell and wait with bated breath
for news of their future exploits.
We also shake our hankies at all those
families who are setting off on new
adventures across the world and ask
them to pop us in a tiny corner of their
minds and send us news from time to
time.
Lastly we use those hankies to wipe away
the tears when saying a massive goodbye
and thank you to Melanie Melhem and
Mandy Fisher. Mel Melhem has been
with us in the Wednesday school for
nine years; her dedication and excellent
sense of humour have been a
constant source of inspiration to us all.
LIBERAL ARTS EDUCATION P1 TO P6
From owl-inspired art to old letters
Mandy Fisher has astounded us all with
her constant good humour, always and
really always, smiling during her two years
teaching P3 at the Wednesday School!
So goodbye to you all and thank you for
letting us spend some time with you.
A last word: A massive thank you to
Mr Parker who has taken on the task of
putting together each term’s magazine.
He has done so with unfailing patience and
has gone more than the extra mile to
produce something that we can all be very
proud of. He has my unending gratitude.
DRAMA
Greek myths brought to life
Editorial
By Ralph Tidmarsh
Head of Wednesday School
We are seriously thrilled by the
writing children in SIS primary
produce each time we see them. This
magazine is but a small selection from
each class. It is not edited by adults,
but by the children themselves.
There's no predictive text or spell
checks and each child is at a different
stage of learning. Each piece of work
represents their best, even though
sometimes there are mistayks.
CLASS PICTURES
Cheese!
Matthew Cherdel P1WB
In P1WE, pupils have started writing in full sentences
The Forest
4. AAAA!!!! AAAAA!!!!! Saide Anna Dylan
and Lloyd “there is Billy Gamadon
anddddddd Mistar potaito!!!! saide Dylan.
By Anna Reitenbachm P2WM
1. Caricters Gamadon/Dylan/Biba/Anna/
Nasty Potato/Lloyd/
5. and Lloyd pat a trap. Hi trapt htem
Anna saide Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Dylan had a nideyer bicos ter wer nise now.
2. Seting
the forist, in the forist there ar a lot ov
branchis and trees. There ar jost one
cotig in all the forist.
3. “Wee ar doing a worc in the forist”
saide Anna. Who licks forists? Meeeeeee
meeeeeee. Com on. saide Dylan to Lloyd
In the honeted forest
1. Lloyd Dylan and Anna want to capcher Gamadon billy and nasty
potato. But there is a nasty monster cold biba.
2. It is a forest where in live foiur bad gise.
3. One day Lloyd Dylan and Anna went in a forest. But their was
Lloyd that thinked if bad gise were here.
4. And Gamadon Billy and nasty patato cames to attack.
5. But Lloyd did his power on the bad gise.
6. And after they did party.
6. And finerli thai don a relee big big big
big partee in the litorl cotig and thai livd
hapali ever after.
The Beach
1) This was a green turtle on the beach.
2) She saw a yellow stat fish on the beach.
3) Coms on my blue carpet.
4) I’m going to take my orange umbrella.
5) Lets play on the brown sand.
6) They made a brown castle sand.
By Alba Nachbaur, P2WS
By Marius Lopez, P2WM
A Bad Dream
Once a poenatime there was a ghost who lived in a spooky tower. He’s
name is Wify. I was very scarde. He chaste me. I hid in a athar room. The
ghost, didente see me. I stade under the bed for a long long time. I was
shaking like a leaf. Then my mum comes in and says “wake up you silly
girl”. It was just a nighmear.
By Loise Jayet, P2WS
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PRIME TIMES
The Hungry Caterpillar by Caroline Davies, P2WT
Rose the Magician
By Esther de Saint Hippolye, P2IB
Once upon a time there was a girl
named Rose who loved playing the
flute. But there was a problem Rose did
not have a flute.
One night when Rose was coming home
she saw a flute on the growned. So she
picked it. But someone gave it. After the
stranger said hwo are you? Rose said to
the stranger I am Rose then asked it.
But the stranger did not talk.
Every day Rose practised. Every day she
got better and better. She was so good
that she thought they where magic. It
was so good. It was so cool. She was so
happy.
The day of the consert she forgot the
flute. Luckily someone gave a flute.
Everybody chanted Rose the magician!
On the way home she thought about
the girl and she smiled.
Illustration from Chuck the Amazing,
by Aksel Freeman, P2IB
Ron the Basket Baller
By Abigail Longerinas, P2IS
Once upon a time there was a boy coled
Ron. He loved basket ball but he did not
have a basket ball.
One eveng, wen he kame back from
school, a stranjer gave him a basket ball.
He prakstist all day. He became fantastik.
He was redy for the show.
It was time for the show and he fegot his
basket bal. lukely Miss Lily gave Ron a
basket ball.
Eveawan cheered Ron Ron! bravo bravo.
On the way bak home he fot about the
stranger and he smiled.
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
Excerpt from Adele the Tennis
Player by Sidonie le Cuziat, P6IS
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P3WF have been learning all about owls in preparation for the annual visit of bird specialist, Marion Dupire-Angel. They
have been learning about their habits, the different species and their different colourings.
By Chloe Joti
By Suzanna Rouhier
By Alexandre Cazeneuve
Letters from Tarquin the Wonder Horse
Dear Mouse,
Dear Mouse,
You will not belive what’s happening to
me!
First when I lefte you it was night and it
was cold! It was all icy so I melted it all
down.
Eventually the humain Gelda saw me,
She wanted to make me a show horse.
I did a show but unfortunately I burn
down the musique band.After that I
went out of the palace. I was cold.
Finally I seyved two friendly childrend
from a big ogre.
You will not belive what amazing things
have hapend to me. First when I left the
farm unfortunately I was spotted by the
cousin of the Queen, Gelda. She send
her huntsmen to catch me. she wanted
to make me a show horse, but at the
end I put everything in fire and ran out
of there! Then I told myself ”No
messing about with humans. But then I
saw two children running and then I
saw them being chased by a horrid orgre. I decided to save them. “Jump on
my back, I said AND they did. Now we
live together!
Your friend,
Tarquin the Wonder Horse
By Marc d’Epenoux, P3IB
From Tarquin
Charlie Dugli Malti, P3IB
By Lila Khanna, P3IB
Whoosh! A Modern Fairy Tale
“She shook
By Emma Delahaye, P3WP
One Day, Margot was drinking a can of
lemonade. She shook the can andWHOOSH! A genie appeared from the
can. “Hello” said the genie. “Hello'
replide Margot. “I am called Matthew
and I give you a wish” said Matthew. “I
wish for nothing” said Margot.
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“nothing!' said Matthew “oh well I
will just get back into the can of Lemonade.” And he just dissapeared.
Margot looked in the can “Where is
the Lemonade”? Said Margot “I'm
thirsty!”
the can and
WHOOSH! A
genie
appeared...”
PRIME TIMES
My Best Friend
Josephine is my best friend. I call her Jojo. Josephine and I have been
friends since CP. Jojo and I are 7. She has light hair and we are in primary.
She has blue eyes they are like the sea. She is rilly kind.
I like cooking with Jojo and woch TV with her. Jojo alwaes chears me up.
We love each other. I like going to her house. Jojo like London But wat she
like is Me! We play, we laph and we love, love each other.
We are best friend because we look like each other We live close and she is
funny. She love going to my house. But the best is that we are friends.
I love her and she love me.
By Ciara Ribereau, P3IS
Milo and I will never be separted because we are best friends. We are 7 years old!
Milo is funny, playful and has blue eyes. He is so fast on his bike hes lik a race-car.
We love to play super-heros and play highd and seek. We watch TV.
Milo and I went to the park and we roed there. He and I love cup-cakes, sweeties
and like climing trees. Avrithing he likes I like to and that's funny.
Milo and I are friends because we like the same things we live in France and were
Frenche and English.
He is so funny that I mis him.
By Luca Pyke-Jean, P3IS
In Belgum, me, my dad and my
sister went in a enormes shop and
we had an gigantic cart. one hour
after we came, we sard a sine. On
the sine it said "Animal" so I beged
my dad "can we buy an animal?"
He told me "yes"
Ther were lots and lots of animal.
Ther were parotts, rabits, pigs and
tons more animal. We chose the
rabits because we had one but he
is ded. Ther were lots of choises.
Ther were TeddywiksBer and other
cinds. But 30 minute after we
chose ourer rabite. The rabit was a
TeddywinkBer.
I tuch the teddywick ber felt soft,
very soft and it was super coiet. So
we dobul thort and we said yes,
yes he wil come with us home. so
they gave us a tickit, we buy it,
we gave him a name: Tedywick.
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
We did potos and went home.
The End
By Adam Guizani, P3WS
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P1WB
P1WE
P2WM
P2IB
P2WS
P2WT
PRIME TIMES
P2IS
P3WF
P3WS
P3IB
P3IS
P3WP
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
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The Bossy Flower
“WHAT!!! There are no more flower seeds!”
She was big, almost as big as the little girl cross-
shouted Emily. Emily is a girl who wears a dress
ing the street. She had a mouth with bright, red
with flowers on it, flowers in her hair and shoes…
lipstick and two big, green, sparkling eyes. Emily
She has a house with three floors and she has
was standing in front of the bossy flower in a
five kittens. Their names are: Cheeky, Apple, Pie,
puddle of water. Her eyes were as big as balloons
Sweety and, of course, Flower. But do you know
and her mouth was hanging open. The flower
what she liked the best?… Flowers! One day
became angrier and shouted out “ Oh you pesky
Emily was planting roses, then all of the sudden
human! Do what I say! Wake up! Wake up
a flower that Emily had planted a week ago start-
Emily, wake up!” All of the sudden Emily was
ed to talk! “Bring me water. NOW!!!” “WHAT!?”
back in her bed with a package of flower seeds
Emily shouted out with fear. “That is one bossy
on the night-table, seeds that one day would
flower! AND HOW ARE YOU TALKING!”
grow into red, orange, yellow flowers.
The flower looked up at Emily. The flower was
By Eloisa Casagrande, P4WB
red, yellow and orange. Her petals were giant.
Abracadabra
by Alexia Demaizières, P4WK
One sunny day, there was a little girl ho was nam’d
Emma. Emma hated school. She lived in New-York.
Her school was a franch and a eglech school, but
still, she d’ont like her school. In her roome therre
was no desc, no boocks… therre was a bed, 3 pilos
and video gams. One morning Emma wocte up and,
she was flying!! Emma scrimed: AAAAAAAAAHH!!
no won hered her. Later she hered somon criying.
Emma looked donw, she saw that it was the bed ho
was criying! She said, “ho ho… are you?” The bed
said, “I am the mgichin Abracadabra.” “Wouiy are
you criying?” askd Emma. “Because I wan’t books
Bohhoohho” said Abracadabra. “Okay, Okay I wol
by somme books” promis Emma. “Tak-you” said
Abracadabra. So they speed home. Before
Abracadabra said “you know that reed is importent
after you be able to reed stories. One mont lather
Emma had 100 books in her libery and she loved
books and she loved school.
Dear Diary,
Today was just horrible.
Firstly, my parents (well my dad did) called me to the table to say that
my MY lion was going to be taken away to a Frenchman’s circus. And
not only that, I am going to be sent to a boarding school in Salisbury
and stay with an aunt and uncle that I do not know. I was shocked, so
shocked that I might have been mortified. “No, no, no!” I shouted. But
he didn’t want to hear what I was saying. So I set up a plan: when
mummy and daddy were asleep I nervously woke up my lion. It was
really hard, even to touch him. You know it’s really miserable to
promise something to someone you really love and then someone else
that you really love breaks your promise. When he was finally woken
up I told him to follow me down stairs. I took dad’s rifle, crept out
into the compound and went out of it.
I felt free, a bit nervous but free. I ran and ran (with of course the lion
at my feet). Suddenly I stopped, turned around and bent down to be
face to face with my lion. “Now,” I whispered, “it’s time for you
discover what you are: a wild beast!” I gave him a little push and
turned heels. When I had done my first few steps I felt something
tickling my feet. I looked down at my feet and saw that my lion had
followed me. I shouted and screamed but he still continued following
me. So I started throwing stones at him but he just continued
following me at a big distance.
I knew I didn’t have a choice now. I pointed the rifle to the air and
shot. This time the lion didn’t hesitate running.
I hope he’ll be all right is all I can say.
By Ellen Boucherrab, P4IB
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PRIME TIMES
Spring
by Fleur Schaefer, P4WK
Spring is like a new life, a second world, another chance. With the
sad, quiet and white winter comes the gigle of kids. The winter is a
jail that is quiet and sad. After comes a new life a new chance to live
happily. The butterflies flap their colorful wings. Spring is the liberty
of being happy, of loving what we love and doing what we want. We
were sad until a whisper showed us the path to joy, and the path is
spring. If the flowers could talk, this is what they would say:
“This is a new life”
“Before we were dead under a white cover of snow”
“This is a new life,” “here we come spring”
A fairy blew some joy in our hearts. The joy is precious, try to keep
it. Spring is like a burst of joy after the sad and sinister winter.
Spring is as joyful as cheerful as kids. Winter is as sad as a speechless
old person.
By Sophie Saint John Webb, P4WK
Every gladiator is a slave but not every slave is a gladiator.
Gladiators were owned by emperors like every slave.
Gladiators train a lot so that they were professionally trained.
Gladiators fought in big arenas. The biggest arena is called
the Coliseum. At the games there was a few sports. There was
fighting, racing and blood sports. Racing was gladiators on
chariots and the first one to the finish line wins. Blood sports
are gladiators playing with lions.
By Roman Auerbach, P4IS
Soldiers were well trained and they were
paid. They had amazing weapons. They had
a gladius, dagger, shield, javelin and a
spear.
A Gladiator—Roman Auerbach
The armour is very heavy. They've got: a
helmet, leather belt, eight unit and a chain
mail.
Soldiers all have different jobs. A legionary
is a normal soldier. A centurion is in charge
of 80 legionaries. Auxiliaries are german. A
standard bearer holds the sign up for
fighing
Joshua Lomax, P4IS
A Roman Soldier—Joshua Lomax
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
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P5IB were honouring their mothers through poetry
How She Is
Dear Mum
She’s as delicate as the brownies she makes,
As enchanting as a duckling,
As calm as a palm tree leaning in the sun,
As gorgeous as a lioness resting,
As clever as an engineer
As gleaming as her ring.
This is how my mum is.
You’re as busy as a bee
Keeping Oscar and me.
Usually, you wake up like a cherry blossom blooming.
Occasionally, I get a hug as soft as a teddy bear’s fur.
Sometimes, you can get as angry as a tiger,
But, always, in my heart, you’re even more unique than a star.
By Sophia Shen
By Adam Graziani
My Mother
My Mom
A beautiful butterfly flapping her wings
Sounds like an angel that sings
Mom, When I kiss you it’s like if I eat a ‘religieuse.’
When you sing my heart becomes cotton candy.
Your funny dance makes me laugh to death.
Your beautiful face can be seen from miles.
My hear thumps like a tambourine for you.
When you stroke me good night, I think of the peach I ate last night.
The sun can shine but it is nothing next to you.
She’s like sprinkles on top of frosting
She’s gentle and sorting
I think of a cockatiel
Because she’s my big deal!
She’s a Gardevoir hugging her Ralts
Love as strong as dectro volts.
And that’s you!
By Roxane Parik
By Ismini McCleod
The Farmer and the King
by Ima Massey and Juliette Frorup , P5WM
Once there was a farmer who grew normal and magical plants. He helped sick villigers with his special healing plants. The
king wasn't happy about it, the farmer was growing richer and richer and the king wanted the money.
Early one morning he receives a letter from the king to be questionned at the church. Next afternoon at 9:00 pm he goes to
the church.
The king liked to show of his money: he had gold strands in his grey hair, his fingers were heavily jeweld with rubis, and his
robes glistinde with dimonds and gold wich he changed every hour. The questioning commenced.
"Good morning your majesty," said the farmer.
"Kneel to my feet before saying hello," said the king. "Now sit on the
chair, and don't waste time."
Courts of Roland Garros
The poor farmer sat in the chair ready for questioning.
By Alex Gauthier, P5WJ
"Where are the magic beans and are some left!?" said the king in a cold,
angry voice.
It is a huge bottle of Ice Tea
"I do not know sir, the beans have comme down in centuries from my
family."
"Well then I will let some of my men search the country."
The old farmer as pale as ever returns home with out a word. The next
morning he receives a letter saying that the king has been murdered.
Since the king had last spoken to him he is to becaume king. And he
lived happily ever after giving money and healing the villigers with his
magical plants.
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It is lots of tiny oranges.
It is marvellous rectangular lolypops.
It is a ball bursting to sunrise.
It is overpriced chips.
It is an enormous salmon.
It is a carrot who popped into a carrot cake
PRIME TIMES
A Marvellous Blue Summer
By Charlotte Bellanger, P5WJ
It is the turquoise-blue summer sky in the day.
It is the nocturnal metal-blue sky.
It is the people with blue swimming suits, running on the beach.
It is the little fish wiggling their tiny tales in the water.
It is a dolphin jumping and splashing happily.
It is a dangerous shark scaring everybody on the beach.
It is little children picking blueberries and shuving them in their little mouths.
It is a whale moving slowly in the enormous ocean.
It is the bluebells swinging from side to another in the hot wind.
It is the blue flag floating in the breeze.
It is the mermaid’s dark blue tail shining under the sun
It is really a marvellous Summer!!!
Green Summer
By Josephine Richard, P5WJ
It is the beautiful leaves moving on the trees,
It is the pistatio ice cream melting under the sun,
It is the tasty kiwis,
It is the moving sea weed colouring the sea in green,
It is the soft towels lying on the hot sand.
Personification
The raging waters of the Caribbean lashed out like a whip to rip the boat apart.
The poor sailors below the deck could not go out. They could hear the wind
howling around and around the ship.
The waves were building up, creating a
wall of icy water. Clouds were
gathering around the ship like an angry
mob. The great gusts of wind were
tearing the sails. The sailors could not
get safety boats, they could only wait
while being tossed about.
The scent of moist drifted around the
deck. The lightening flashed,
destroying anything in its path, savagely
electrifying the masts.
By Lucy Brown, P5IS
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
The Treasure Hunt
It’s been now 45 days we are in the ocean
on the Deathly Boat (that’s the name of
the boat). The sea is as blue as the sky.
We still haven’t arrived at Dead in One
Second island (that’s how we named the
island).
“In how much time will we be arriving?”
asked Sila.
“I don’t know, maybe the map isn’t real.” I
declared.
“Island! There’s an island!” annouced the
captain.
But at that moment a sea dragon who was
as big as the boat attacked us. This sea
dragon was like a sea snake but withe
three heads, a bigger body, and he was as
dangerous 255 t-rex and 39 velosiraptors.
One of his heads had the power of
electricity, the second fire and the last one
ice.
He killed 89 people out of 100. But finally
we killed him and we arrived on the Dead
in One Second Island.
Once we arrived on the Dead in One
Scond Island I thought “I will really be
dead in one second” but no.
Sila saw something that was moving. It
was coming near us…and…. it was just a
mouse but it was killed in one second by
Death Mort (it’s a kind of spider who was
bad). It put pressure on us. One of us was
so scarred he could have killed himself.
“I…I…I think I…I will go back to the boat,”
said one of us who was scared of spiders.
“Don’t be a wimp,” said the captain. We
continued to work then we saw the Death
Master.He is as nasty as some deathly men
but sometimes he is quite cool. He had the
treasure and he is also absorbing all of the
strength of the humans who die.
We fought against the Death monster.
The captain was still alive and me, but the
others died. But we had the treasure.
By Noah Greene, P5WL
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The magic chair
Once upon a time, there was a family who lived in
a house with a big garden and 3 bed rooms, 2
bathrooms, a library, a balcony, but only 1 dining
room. This dining room is not any dining room,it
had a long wooden table with 5 chairs made of
plastic and the 6th chair wasn’t like the other ones,
it was pink with blue spots and made with metal.
It was getting near Christmas and they were planning on having a Christmas meal with all of their
family.
“How are wee going to fit evary one in the kitchen?” announced the mum.
“Why don’t we use the dining room?” “Wee have
never used it” declared the dad.
So the mum agreed. It was Christmas afternoon
they were preparing the table, rushing in the hall.
The bell rang. The mum opened the door and
everyone came in.
“Is it time to eat,” said the dad. They went in the
dining room and they all sat down, but the daughter sat on the different chair. 5 minutes later, the
chair was starting to bobble and suddently, the
chair lifted up in the room. Everyone looked up at
her but the daughter wasn’t scared, she found it
fun.
So from now on, every lunch or dinner the family
ate in the dining room.
Winter Evening
By Nora Keloglanian, P5IS
A snowflake dance in the wind
In solitude and pain
The snow has drawn a lane
For spirits and souls
All animals are sleeping
Leaving this world for Winter
Flowers are gone forever
This is a winter evening
Midday in
Spring
By Nora Keloglanian, P5IS
The sunlight shines through the trees
Yonglings sing with the breeze
The waterfall glows
The new birds grow
It is midday in Spring
A flower lies down on the grass
The pollen, powder and sugar pass
Purple petals
Tips of metal
It is midday in Spring
By Georgia Berthier, P5WL
The Teddy Theaf
By Myriam Guiziani, P5WL
This story starts in a calm village, that village every day the sun was
shining and everyday the villagers were happy.
However every year on the 13th of December it is the worst day of all.
On that night all the children of the village have to give there teddys to
the monster!
The monster is as green as grass and he stinks like an old sock. So that
night every child had to give their teddyn except one child, Tomas.
He was disgusting and he had a very disgusting teddy so he didn’t need
to give his teddy.
One year they run out of teddys so they had to give Tomas’s. When
the monster reseved (received) it, he liked it becaue the teddy looked
exactly like the monster.
From that day the children didn’t have to give their teddys and Tomas
became famouse.
The End
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PRIME TIMES
P4IB
P4WK
P4IS
P4WB
P5WJ
P5IB
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
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Morning in my garden
By Isabella Lillis-Parsons, P5IS
The snow danced softly,
Falling on cobble stones
Roses dressed in snow
The fountain water – ice
Everything – silent, everything – still
My First Day of Summer
By Owen Massé, P5IS
Sitting in my deckchair,
I softly fell asleep,
The sun was bright and warm,
Against my pale cheek.
I smellt the perfect smell of flowers,
And a great smell of trees.
The last Snowflake of
Winter
By Maya Cordano, P5IS
The petales take off in the breeze
As snowflakes in winter
Washed away by golden rain
The winter waves are over
The cinnamon smell and jingle bell are finished
Replaced by the sunset spring.
Flowers and colors fill up the air
Leaving the white for winter
Alone in the clearing I smell new hopes…
“Leaving the white
for winter”
P6IS enjoyed an informative and very serious trip
to the headquarters of the OECD—Organisation
for Economic Co-operation and Development. A
good time was had by all.
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PRIME TIMES
Cat in the Window
P6WA worked on creating poems using personification. They had to imagine there’s a cat in a window or a tree
looking out. What can it hear? What can it see?
The daisies dancing with the bright green leaves
Two birds racing each other,
While the birds chatter,
Over a tree.
And the sun pushes the clouds away.
Some tulips jiggling gracefully,
The flowers singing for the grass who listens quietly.
As though in a trance,
The gentle wind laughing with the trees
A party of daisies, trying to dance.
The fat, friendly ball playing with the children.
The clouds wrestling the sun
By Lily Godec-Parker
In an attempt to snuff him out.
A thick-trunked old tree,
The tired trees
Which seems so very stout.
Letting the leaves slip from their fingers.
Fences holding hands,
Some rabbits out of their warren,
Playing hide-and-seek.
Hugging the garden.
A school of young snails learning to speak.
By Nickil Kannan
By Samuel Hanlon
The stars whispering with the moon.
The enraged sky,
The awakened houses alerting the tulips.
Roaring and terrifying the anxious stars.
The city whistling discreetly to nature.
The wind kicking the roofs
By Emma Jacquier
And throwing the tiles away.
The powerful darkness
Imprisoning the poor moon.
By Charlotte Viard
An Adventure Story
Susy sprinted swiftly through the hazy, dim forest; in the distance a terrible thunder shadowed her. She turned her panicked,
pale face and saw it…
Two days earlier Susy’s parents just disappeared. They left behind a little note on her bed:
Dear Susy,
Your father and I are leaving for a couple months. We might not come back; if we don’t,
look on the shelf in our room and just keep going.
When she finished reading the note, she ran downstairs and crept on top of her parents’ divan and stretched out her arms on
top of the shelf. There was a small box with a star on it. She opened it and there was another note with what Susy thought was
a clue. It said to go to the ancient Egyptian museum, next to Ramses the III’s tomb. As soon as she finished reading it, she
hurried to her car, but it wouldn’t start so she took her bicycle. She glided softly through the valley where she used to go
with her parents, a blue lustrous tear slinked down her blushed cheeks.
When she arrived at the museum a massive cluster of tourists were blocking the colossal steel door. She finally passed
through the door and wandered to the Ramses section. She looked at the mammoth sized grave and found another note. She
thought it was going to lead her to a treasure.
By Luca Bonnet, P6IS
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
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Setting
Atin Chhajlani, P6IS
By Marianne Kotlarevsky, P6IS
Agilely , the hairy spider spun it’s web in between the thick
branches of the towering , tropical tree. The cool refreshing
breeze made the emerald river delicately carry a spiky leaf
down to the noisy waterfall. Muddy earth broke off the ground
and elegantly sunk to the bottom of the river. The swaying of
the trees was a whispering voice. A multicolored bird noisily
fluttered into the air. The powerful sun behind it was just a
blinding spot in the sky.
White foam sprayed all over his face as he watched
the massive waterfall in front of him. The sight was
breathtaking. The clear blue sky, the sparkly water,
the shiny sun, it was all so magnificent. Alas, Alex
knew it was too good to last.
“The swaying of the trees
was a whispering voice”
Dear Mom and Dad,
I am writing to you tonight because I know it may be the last chance I get. I want to tell you about what it has been like living
in the dreadful trenches.
Evrery day is the same. Immediately after waking up, I take my rifle and fix my bayonet to stand on the trench fire step. We do
this because most attacks happen at dawn or at dusk. After my shift I go and meet my best friend and we eat biscuits and occasionely drink soup. We don’t always have soup because we have only stones to make fires. George (my best friend) knows how
to make fire with rocks.
We live in trenches it is to better defend our position. The enemy already attacked once but our machine gun killed them. We
dig in the mud, we sleep in the mud, we eat in the mud, we are consistently in the mud. It is horrible conditions, sometimes
there is water till our knees and rats come to eat dead soldiers. You can’t realize how terrible it is.
I am writing this letter because tomorrow I am going over the top. It will be the first time. I saw a regiment come back, they
were only 5. They were whispering that a flame thrower had burned them, one had a arm completely burned. Anyway, tomorrow I will go or I will get executed.
Plase pray for me,
Hope to see you again,
I love you,
John Meward
By Dorian Maillot, P6IB
Old-looking letter by
Samuel Herrick, P6IB
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PRIME TIMES
Evacuation
By Margot Lecinq, P6WD
Evacuation started September 1939. It started because German
planes bombed factories and near factories were houses that exploded too. People decided to send children to safe places. They only
sented
children because man were at war and woman worked. It often started by a walk to school then they took a special train, boat, bus…
Children from London went to places like : Devon or Cornwelle.
Some children even left London and went to another country like :
Australia, Canada… About 800,000 children left London but a lot
came home few weeks after. Some time their host family did not
come to pick them up so they stood in line and waited to be chosen
Evacuees leaving their home by boat
by an other host family. They had to pack: two sets of underware,
spare shoses and socks or stockings, a warm coat, a sweater, handkerchifs and pyjamas or a night dress. They also had to
bring: a gas mask ,soap ,a towel ,a tooth brush ,a hair brush ,a combe and a bit of food for the trip: like sandwich and fruit. It
was a new experience for them so they were exited but sad to leave their parents. Some times at the end of the war it did not
go well because it was a long time that they did not see their
Margot’s letter to her family
the story of a little girl during WWII
« Dear Mother, Dear Father,
Rationing
By Lou-Anne Arnould-Ely, P6WD
Food rationing was introduced in 1940 so that everyone could have a fair share of food. Everyone had
a ration book and could go into shops to ask for
their ration and have their ration book signed off
and then leave with the food. They needed to sign
to be sure that they would not go to the same shop
a second time in the same week. A lot of food was
sold but especially potatoes and carrots which had
a great success with Dr. Carrot and Potato Pete (the
characters of adverts for potatoes and carrots).
I miss you so much. I still remember the day when I
waved you goodbye from the wagon window. My host
family is a young woman named Olivia just married to a
man who went away to war. She lives in a farm with a lot
of animals like hens and cows. I dring fresh milk for
breakfast every day. We don’t do rationing because she
grows her own fruits and vegetables. I help with
gardening and I learnd how to milk a cow. Me and my
siblings go to school in the nearest village. We have to
walk nearly an hour to get there.
I hope the war will end very soon and that we could be
togather again.
Your loving daugther.
Margot »
By Margot Lecinq, P6WD
The weekly ration varied from month to month as
foods became more or less plentiful. Food rationing
wasn’t always fair. Food rationing lasted for 14 years
in Britain, from 1940 until 1954.
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
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P5IS
P5WL
P6WA
P6IB
P6WD
PRIME TIMES
P6IS
P6WM
Wednesday School on Fancy Dress Day
Many thanks to Anjeanette Massey and Jill Wolfe for taking time out from their busy schedules in
order to take these wonderful photos of us—their expertise and patience are hugely appreciated
by pupils, staff and parents alike.
FROM THE INTEGRATED AND WEDNESDAY PRIMARY SECTION
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In Wednesday School, P6 have been winding down the
year with some drama, adaptating the myths of
Theseus and the Minotaur, Perseus and Medusa, and
Psyche and Eros. Here they are, preparing for their
final performances in full Greek spleandour.
Spring
Spring is the sun waking up,
Spring is a bird announcing good health,
Winter
What is a desert?
Winter creeps slowly and silently
The desert is a mountain of bright
golden coins.
And then lies comfortably around the world.
He spreads his white blanket, letting
children play joyfully
It is an oven cooking potatoes.
Spring is a rainbow of colours perfuming
the air,
But he lingers on, determined and cold.
It is a golden silk sheet warming
the air up.
Spring is my friend smiling in the sky.
I only wish for one thing,
By Brittany Le Guennec, P6WM
Give just this and you’ll make me happy,
Spring is an animal bouncing with joy,
And when the snow storm circles me,
I want him to come faster, Spring.
Spring
I wish you’d jump behind winter,
scare him away,
ring a bell so that all the flowers
wake up and shout “hello!”.
Please blow away all the cold,
hug us with your warmth,
ask the grass to shoo away the snow
which freezes all the insects living in
the earth.
By Alice Rouhier, P6WM
It is a sea of mustard.
It is a deceiving mirror, confusing
travellers.
By Oliver Deberrois and
Oliver Meslay, P6WM
Winter creeps slowly and silently
And spreads a white blanket thick and deep
And when Spring blows the snow gently,
yawning, he goes back to sleep.
By Marie Texier, P6WM
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The Forest
The forest is a zoo with free
animals,
A city where only nature and
freedom lie.
a field full of wooden skyscrapers
By Kewan Boucher, P6WM