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Friday, 28 June 2019

Weekly writing: Friday 28th June 2019

So, what are you waiting for? Setting up a blog is really easy and is a great way to learn how to express your own opinions.

Look at the link below for step by step instructions on setting up your own blog:
https://www.tes.com/teaching-resource/how-to-make-a-blog-6011811 (you might have to set up a free account on TES first).

If you are short on ideas, below is a link with helpful tips on how to create an anti-bullying blog:
https://www.tes.com/teaching-resource/write-a-blog-6299649

Thursday, 27 June 2019

Daily Reading: Thursday 27th June 2019


This is a great blog from a teenager who writes about her political views. She has even spoken at Liberal Democrat Party conferences.

http://libdemchild.blogspot.com/

Monday, 24 June 2019

Daily Reading: Monday 24th June

This week, we will be looking at blogging. Setting up a blog is such an easy thing to do (even I have managed it!) and a great way to experiment with your writing. You can write about literally anything that interests you.

I will begin today, by looking at an article about some successful child bloggers and then the rest of the week, I will provide links to some interesting blogs for you to have a look at. Hopefully, by the end of the week, some of you might be inspired enough to start a blog of your own...

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/technology/social-media/9929832/Meet-the-children-blogging-about-their-world.html

Meet the children blogging about their world

More and more children are going online to share with the world at large their opinions on everything from politics to fashion, books to bones. Jessica Salter meets some of them.

Maelo Manning, the 13-year-old whose blog is called Libdem Child
Maelo Manning, the 13-year-old whose blog is called Libdem Child Photo: Jonathon Williams
When nine-year-old Martha Payne posted the first entry on her blog, NeverSeconds, last April, about what she was given to eat at school that day (a slice of pizza and a single potato croquette), she asked her father if anyone would read it. He posted and tweeted about it, and three hours later her blog had had more than 10,000 visitors. Now NeverSeconds has been read nine million times, spawned a book deal and raised almost £130,000 for Mary’s Meals (feeding schoolchildren in poor parts of the world) – and encouraged other children to turn to their computers to write.
Statistics are hard to gather – for a start parents can tick a box when they set up a child’s blog so that it doesn’t appear on Google – but in 2010 the London School of Economics found that 11 per cent of European children who used the internet wrote a blog. Joanne Mallon, who started Kids Blog Club in September, a website that acts as a hub and support centre for child bloggers (and concerned parents), thinks that numbers have increased since then. ‘Children saw reports about NeverSeconds on Newsround and realised that it was just a kid like them talking about stuff they saw every day,’ she says. Simple blogging platforms have made it easy. ‘My daughter set up her blog in half an hour when she was 10,’ Mallon says. Her daughter, Lia, now 13, and son, Isaac, nine, both have blogs – eljae.com (a joint blog with Mallon) and turtleofhappiness.wordpress.com – something that Mallon (who has herself blogged for six years) encourages.
She has taught her children about online security (neither child uses their real name, location or school); ‘I want them to also think digital footprint and what future employers might be able to find,’ she says. But Mallon believes the benefits of blogging outweigh any potential risks. ‘When a child has got a space to write whatever they like it encourages them to be more creative,’ she says. ‘My son is writing and reading more since he started his blog – and it has improved his grades at school.’
Meanwhile Martha, who took a break from blogging when the publicity got too much, is back at it. ‘Bad things can sometimes turn into good things,’ she said of the reaction her blog caused. ‘I’m glad I didn’t give up.’
Jake McGowan-Lowe, Jake’s Bones
Jake McGowan-Lowe, 11, has more than 100 skulls in his bedroom. ‘I don’t find them scary, but my mum does,’ he says, laughing. He gets up ‘at silly hours in the morning’ at weekends to go on walks with his father, Nick, near their home in Braco, Perth, and hunt for bones, all because he needs weekly fodder for his blog, Jake’s Bones.
He started the blog four years ago, aged seven. His posts take about half an hour to research – he uses websites and reference books – then one hour to write. Jake dictates to Nick (‘it’s quicker, but I’m getting faster’). The best part about it, Jake says, is that ‘I can talk to other people who love bones; people in the playground just talk about football.’ And not only amateurs – among his 77,000 visitors last year was the head of forensics at the University of Dundee, Professor Sue Black, who needed a picture of a furcula (or wishbone) as part of a 15-year-old murder investigation. She came across Jake’s website (‘I’ve got loads of them’), and after he helped her, she let him use the department’s facilities, including its tank of flesh-eating dermestid beetles that clean up bones. ‘That was cool,’ he says.
Jake has even been sent bones by well-wishers. A bald-eagle skull – now his favourite – arrived wrapped in brown paper and addressed to ‘Jake the bone man, Braco’. He was delighted. ‘It’s like talking about F1 in the playground and then suddenly Jenson Button turning up,’ he says.
Jake, who has two brothers, aged two and one, now has a book in the pipeline, to be published by TickTock (an imprint of Octopus) next spring. ‘It’s very exciting,’ he says. ‘It’s given me a lot of confidence to think that people like what I write.’ jakes-bones.com
Maelo Manning, Libdem Child
On the night of the last general election, in May 2010, Maelo Manning’s house in south London was a local campaign base for the Liberal Democrats – her mother, Jane, a civil servant, is an active party supporter. At 3.30am, caught up in the excitement, Maelo, then 10, asked her mother if she could start a political blog. ‘There were young people in the living-room, leaflets piled up in my bedroom, and it was a really exciting time to be involved in politics,’ she says. She chose the name – Libdem Child – and created a profile. Her mother put her own email as the contact, to monitor incoming mail, but Maelo has free rein to blog whenever she wants, about whatever she wants, as long as it is political or in the news. Following the rape and murder of a woman on a bus in Delhi, she organised a vigil in London in January to remember the 23-year-old victim, to which 30 people came. She blogs weekly, spending about an hour on each post.
Since starting to blog, Maelo, now 13, has spoken five times at Lib Dem party conferences on subjects such as youth clubs, gendercide, youth justice and academies. The blog is somewhere she can formulate her ideas. ‘It’s the only place I can express my views freely without someone else censoring it,’ she says.
Her blog gets between 200 and 400 hits per day. She has had negative comments from one visitor, but is sanguine about them. ‘He’s a troll, he does it to everyone,’ she says. Her friends at St Dunstan’s College, a co-educational independent school in south London, don’t read her blog (‘we don’t talk about politics; they’re more into celebrities’), but she has found friends who share her views through blogging (and Twitter). While her classmates have One Direction posters on their walls, Maelo has a framed photograph of her with the Rev Jesse Jackson.
Maelo, an only child, says her parents (her father, Roger, a recruitment manager, also supports the Lib Dems) respect her views when they talk politics. ‘But I’m not always treated like an adult,’ she says. ‘My mum doesn’t like that I recently became a vegetarian, and I can’t blog until I’ve done my homework.’ libdemchild.blogspot.com
Holly Fratter, Childtasticbooks
Photograph by Jonathon Williams
Sam Pope and her daughter, Holly Fratter, six, started their joint blog reviewing children’s books in May last year. They both write a few paragraphs on the latest book they have read, each giving their own perspective. ‘We love reading and we used to just write down what we thought, but then we thought we’d turn it into a blog,’ Holly, who lives in Oxford, explains.
Holly, an only child, writes her reviews in a notebook before typing them up (or asking Sam to do so). ‘If I’ve made mistakes we’ll go through them together,’ she says, adding that in the past year her computer confidence and typing skills have improved. They blog up to twice a week, spending about an hour on each post, and are currently getting more than 6,000 hits per month. ‘The most fun thing about blogging is that you get to put your own opinion and then other people comment on it. It’s exciting that people read my writing,’ Holly says. ‘And that we get sent loads of books by publishers.’
‘I like that Holly reads and that she thinks about what she reads,’ Pope, a freelance writer, says. ‘She’s always been good at writing stories, but now she’s good at being critical about things she reads. The blog shows her that her opinion matters. It’s also a really nice thing to do as mum and daughter.’ childtasticbooks.wordpress.com
‘Betsy Lou’, Betsy Lou Adventures
Photograph by Jonathon Williams
‘I wanted a blog because Mummy and Daddy have blogs,’ six-year-old Betsy Lou says. Last November, when she was five, she asked her mother to set up a blog for her, Betsy Lou Adventures, making her, according to Kids Blog Club, Britain’s youngest blogger. Her parents, Clare and Mark Rudd, have both written blogs for 10 years; Clare’s blog on vegetarianism gets about 10,000 hits, and Mark, who works in IT, writes about computer games.
‘Betsy Lou’ is a pseudonym (‘it’s what my daddy calls me’) designed to protect her online. ‘We want her to be aware from a young age that she has to be careful about what she writes on the internet,’ Clare says. Both Betsy Lou and her three-year-old sister are proficient on the computer – Betsy Lou writes her posts on an iPad (each one takes about an hour) then emails it to her mother to check spelling, add pictures and publish it. ‘I like seeing my writing on the computer,’ she says.
Her blog, which is a mix of pieces about her life, trips out (the Science Museum re-tweeted a recent post she made about her visit there, and it got 200 views; ‘she’s a bit obsessed with stats,’ Clare says) and her poems. She recently let a friend write a poem on her blog ‘because she wanted to write a poem like mine’. It is, Clare says, a good way of encouraging her to do extra work. ‘It gives her confidence in writing, but also improves her computer skills.’ betsylouadventures.blogspot.com
Tolmeia Gregory, Tolly Dolly Posh Fashion
Tolmeia Gregory’s fashion blog is a riot of photographs of its author dressing up in wacky outfits, tips on how to craft your own catwalk trends (a recent post was on sewing a lace collar on to an old shirt), plus her views on the fashion industry – Tolmeia is not a fan of airbrushing. She even invites readers to submit photographs of themselves, and allow 12-year-old Tolmeia to create an outfit for them.
Tolmeia, who comes from Cheltenham, but lives in France some of the time, set up her blog in April last year, with help from her sister Saskia, 24, who already had a website for her band. Her dream, she says, ‘is to be a fashion designer, which I’ve wanted to do since I was 10, and I hope my blog will help with that.’ Her love of fashion comes from her mother, Cheryl, who used to be an accessories designer for Mulberry. ‘She used to make me clothes and I read her magazines,’ Tolmeia says. She spends an hour on each post – she writes about two per day after school (‘I can go on the internet as much as I want’) – and she shows them to her mother or father before publishing.
She gets about 150-200 hits per day. Tolmeia’s hero is the American teen-blogger Tavi Gevinson, who started writing a fashion blog at the age of 12 – the success of which means that she is now a regular at New York and Paris fashion weeks and has appeared on the Forbes 30 Under 30 list for media personalities. ‘I got her book for Christmas and it’s so cool,’ Tolmeia says. ‘She was my age when she started and she’s so successful now; I hope I can do the same.’ tollydollyposhfashion.com

Friday, 21 June 2019

Weekly Reading: Friday 21st June 2019

Today, you are going to write a few paragraphs to create your own ghostly setting.

The Link below is a clip from The Literacy Shed and is perfect for creating a sense of mystery and fear.

https://www.literacyshed.com/draculas-whitby.html

Remember to use lots of:
Adjectives
Adverbs
Similes
Metaphors
Personification

to really bring your description alive.

Below is a version which I worked on with one of my tutees:


Why was I here? I had known all along that this was a terrible idea, destined for disaster and misfortune. As I steadily climbed the winding path towards the imposing abbey on top of the hill, the wind whipped around my ears, bitter and unforgiving. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, was a loud squawk. A Raven. Was it a sign? Had I come to meet my doom? Steadying myself once more, I pressed on. A few metres in front of me, a single lit lantern hung on a pillar, swinging precariously in the wind and casting ominous shadows onto the moonlit path. The furious sea roared beneath me as though warning me to turn back, but still I continued. An enormous oak tree, which was silhouetted against the light of the moon, reached out its branches, as though searching blindly for its next victim. To avoid being ensnared, I pressed my body against the cold, iron railings, the hard steel digging into the small of my back. Daring to look down, I saw that directly below me stood a neat row of tiny, freshly painted grave stones. They were clustered into one side of a carefully tended garden, whilst the other side lay bare, as though waiting for its time to serve its purpose.  

Breathing deeply, I clambered back over to the path and continued my ascent. Finally, I reached the imposing 600-year-old gate house and to my surprise, the wrought iron gate was ajar. I had envisioned that I would need to climb this and the simplicity of my errand began to unnerve me. Was some supernatural presence facilitating my entry to lure me to my death? Every inch of me knew that I ought to abandon my mission instantly before it was too late, but curiosity overcame me and I timidly stepped through, clutching the metal of the gate so hard that my knuckles were white.

As I entered the dilapidated courtyard, the first sight I encountered was of an enormous stone statue of a naked man. Oddly, the statue itself was clearly several hundred years old, yet somebody quite recently had adorned it with ivy, wrapping it loosely and idly around its neck and torso. I shuddered. This meant that somebody had been here. Were they still here now? I wrapped my coat tighter around myself for comfort.

I knew that I needed to get underground as soon as possible to avoid being discovered too soon. To my left was a small wooden door. Chancing my luck, I turned the handle and with an almost imperceptible click, it opened to reveal a narrow, stone tunnel. The flagstones beneath my feet were uneven and I was conscious of the clanging noise my shoes were making upon them. Slipping to my knees, I tried instead to slide along the freezing cold stone, catching my T-shirt in the process and biting down on my lip to avoid screaming out in pain.

At the end of the tunnel was the crypt. Silvery cobwebs hung from the wooden beams above my head, shining with the water which dripped rhythmically from above. The slow rhythmic dripping of the water was almost hypnotic and for a moment, I felt safer.

Thursday, 20 June 2019

Daily Reading: Thursday 20th June 2019

Today, we will look at a GCSE exam style question from The Monkey's Paw.

Reread this section of the text:

He went down in the darkness, and felt his way to the parlour, and then to the mantelpiece. The talisman was in its place, and a horrible fear that the unspoken wish might bring his mutilated son before him ere he could escape from the room seized upon him, and he caught his breath as he found that he had lost the direction of the door. His brow cold with sweat, he felt his way round the table, and groped along the wall until he found himself in the small passage with the unwholesome thing in his hand.
Even his wife’s face seemed changed as he entered the room. It was white and expectant, and to his fears seemed to have an unnatural look upon it. He was afraid of her.
“Wish!” she cried, in a strong voice.
“It is foolish and wicked,” he faltered.
“Wish!” repeated his wife.
He raised his hand. “I wish my son alive again.”
The talisman fell to the floor, and he regarded it fearfully. Then he sank trembling into a chair as the old woman, with burning eyes, walked to the window and raised the blind.
He sat until he was chilled with the cold, glancing occasionally at the figure of the old woman peering through the window. The candle-end, which had burned below the rim of the china candlestick, was throwing pulsating shadows on the ceiling and walls, until, with a flicker larger than the rest, it expired. The old man, with an unspeakable sense of relief at the failure of the talisman, crept back to his bed, and a minute or two afterward the old woman came silently and apathetically beside him.
Neither spoke, but lay silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some time screwing up his courage, he took the box of matches, and striking one, went downstairs for a candle.
At the foot of the stairs the match went out, and he paused to strike another; and at the same moment a knock, so quiet and stealthy as to be scarcely audible, sounded on the front door.
The matches fell from his hand and spilled in the passage. He stood motionless, his breath suspended until the knock was repeated. Then he turned and fled swiftly back to his room, and closed the door behind him. A third knock sounded through the house.
“What’s that?” cried the old woman, starting up.
“A rat,” said the old man in shaking tones —“a rat. It passed me on the stairs.”
His wife sat up in bed listening. A loud knock resounded through the house.
“It’s Herbert!” she screamed. “It’s Herbert!”
She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and catching her by the arm, held her tightly.
“What are you going to do?” he whispered hoarsely.
“It’s my boy; it’s Herbert!” she cried, struggling mechanically. “I forgot it was two miles away. What are you holding me for? Let go. I must open the door.
“For God’s sake don’t let it in,” cried the old man, trembling.
“You’re afraid of your own son,” she cried, struggling. “Let me go. I’m coming, Herbert; I’m coming.”
There was another knock, and another. The old woman with a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room. Her husband followed to the landing, and called after her appealingly as she hurried downstairs. He heard the chain rattle back and the bottom bolt drawn slowly and stiffly from the socket. Then the old woman’s voice, strained and panting.
“The bolt,” she cried, loudly. “Come down. I can’t reach it.”
But her husband was on his hands and knees groping wildly on the floor in search of the paw. If he could only find it before the thing outside got in. A perfect fusillade of knocks reverberated through the house, and he heard the scraping of a chair as his wife put it down in the passage against the door. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkey’s paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish.
The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street lamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road.
Points for discussion

How does the writer use structure to interest the reader?

You could think about:
The use of long and short sentences for a specific effect
Repetition
Foreshadowing (when clues are given as to what will happen next)
Dialogue (direct speech)
Juxtaposition (putting two opposite ideas together for contrast)

Contrasts

Your answer might look something like this:

At the beginning, the writer focuses on Mr Whyte’s fear at his wife’s request to wish his son alive again. The long sentence beginning, “The monkey’s paw was in its place…” shows the slow passing of time as he struggles to think of what to do. The short sentence at the end of the paragraph, “he was afraid of her” foreshadows that they are no longer a team, but each have different wishes. This creates tension as the reader knows that from now on, they will be at war with one another. The use of dialogue also arouses tension because the wife keeps repeating the single word, “wish!” The direct nature of her speech is frightening to the reader as they know she will not change her mind and the reader wonders what Herbert will look like when he arrives.
After Mr Whyte has made the wish, the focus changes from high activity to silence whilst they wait to see what will happen. This arouses terror and suspense from the reader. Short sentences such as “a stair creaked” and “a third knock sounded through the house” breaks the sound of the silence, creating terror in the reader.
The dialogue in lines 30-33 infer that Mr Whyte doesn’t want Mrs Whyte knowing that Herbert is at the door. Throughout the remainder of the extract, Mr and Mrs Whyte’s different wishes are juxtaposed. She is desperate to open the door, shown through the phrase, “I’m coming Herbert!”, but Mr Whyte shouts, “Don’t let it in!”
The ending of the text when the lamp shone on a “quiet and deserted road” contrasts with the beginning. At the beginning, there is a frenzy of activity as they realise that they might be able to get their son back, but at the end the hopelessness of the situation is expressed by the silence. 

Links to the English Language GCSE

This question is similar to the Question 3, Paper 1 in the AQA specification.