‘Open Doors- Get into Constructionā€™ event – March 2020

27th November 2019Emily Gillespie

Year 10 and 11 students interested in construction, are invited to visit theĀ  ā€˜Open Doors- Get into Constructionā€™ event that will take place between Monday 16th– Saturday 21st March 2020. One of the sites is Everardā€™s Meadows in Leicester. Bookings can be made on line from Monday 6th January through this link: https://opendoors.construction/

Year 7 story telling day

15th November 2019Miss A Masih

Year 7s enjoyed listening to ‘Tom the Tale Teller’ re-tell folk tales from Leicester and discuss how to make stories engaging. Here are some one line reviews of the day:

“It was inspiring!” Dhilan BhattiĀ  Ā  Ā  Ā  “It was really interesting.” Aryan Rahman

“It was really good!” Manveer BinningĀ  Ā “It was amazing how he remembered it all.” Connor Lawson

Careers Interviews week commencing 28th October

28th October 2019Emily Gillespie

Careers Interviews with Mrs Gillespie this week in the Careers room (top corridor opposite A1)

 

Tuesday 29th October
10:25 Jessica Maughan 11KBE
10:55 Joseph Widdowson 11KBE
11:25 Connor Reynoldson 11CMN
11:55 Aston Wright 11SRI
13:10 Leyla SandikƧi 11KBE
13:40 Hana Zain 11GGR
Thursday 31st October
10:25 Ellen Stinson 11RDI
10:55 Charlotte Elliman 11CMN
11:25 Jalal Anware 11RDI
11:55 Sooma Noerie 11KBE
13:10 Ella Turner 11SRI
13:40 Rosie Haley 11RDI

National Poetry Day

3rd October 2019Miss A Masih

National Poetry Day

What is National Poetry Day?

National Poetry Day is an annual celebration that inspires people throughout the UK to enjoy, discover and share poems. Everyone is invited to join in, whether by organising events, displays, competitions or by simply posting favourite lines of poetry on social media using #nationalpoetryday. The theme for National Poetry Day 2019 is Truth.

Share your favourite poem today!

An Arundel Tomb

Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat,
And that faint hint of the absurdā€“
The little dogs under their feet.

Such plainess of the pre-baroque
Hardly involves the eye, until
It meets his left hand gauntlet, still
Clasped empty in the other; and
One sees, with sharp tender shock,
His hand withdrawn, holding her hand.

They would not think to lie so long.
Such faithfulness in effigy
Was just a detail friends could see:
A sculptorā€™s sweet comissioned grace
Thrown off in helping to prolong
The Latin names around the base.

They would not guess how early in
Their supine stationary voyage
Their air would change to soundless damage,
Turn the old tenantry away;
How soon succeeding eyes begin
To look, not read. Rigidly they

Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths
Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light
Each summer thronged the grass. A bright
Litter of birdcalls strewed the same
Bone-riddled ground. And up the paths
The endless altered people came,

Washing at their identity.
Now, helpless in the hollow of
An unarmorial age, a trough
Of smoke in slow suspended skeins
Above their scrap of history,
Only an attitude remains:

Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone finality
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.

By Philip Larkin