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Newsletter No 18
25th January 2021
Dear Parents,
Another week. You probably read last week’s comments by Gavin Williamson, the Education Secretary, when
he said he would “certainly hope” schools in England could reopen before Easter. He went on to add that he
was “not able to say exactly when pupils would go back, but schools would be given two weeks’ notice before
reopening.” The PM’s official spokesman added, “If we can open schools before Easter then we will obviously
do, but that is to be determined by the latest scientific evidence and data.” In the meantime, we carry on
delivering the best remote lessons we possibly can. Your sons/daughters continue to engage with
considerable enthusiasm and such a consistent level of participation is a reflection on their commitment,
stoicism and willingness to learn.
All teachers continue to motivate pupils through regular oral/written feedback, in addition to ClassCharts and
Praise Postcards. Scientists at Broughton High School have made the shocking discovery
that behaviour in schools improves dramatically during lockdowns. By comparing the first
three weeks of this year and last year Mr Brady was quoted as saying “behaviour has never
been so good, nobody has been in isolation or detention for three weeks.” Research will
continue, but initial results show that nearly 30,000 positive points have been awarded compared
to 14,000 at the same time last year. Joking apart, this data shows the huge commitment of the vast majority
of our pupils. Thank you so much for your continued support.
BROUGHTON BEHAVIOUR NEWS
The following statistics highlight how valuable ClassCharts is in terms of
encouragement and recognising effort.
c. 14,000 c. 30,000
Like you, we are concerned that your sons/daughters are ‘staring at screens’ from 9.00am – 3.00pm during a
normal school day. Then, of course, they are avid users of their phones/Xbox at other times. Teachers will
attempt to vary the learning activities so that every lesson is not dominated by a computer. For example,
some work may involve paper, pencil and ... a pen (shock, horror ... handwriting). Subjects such as
Technology, Art and PE will not necessarily require regular use of a screen. Like many of you, I routinely use
the refrain, “Let’s go outside and get some fresh air” along with “We need some exercise.”
Within the Government COVID restrictions, please encourage your Year 7 pupils in the library,
son/daughter to undertake some physical activity outdoors. Our PE undertaking their fitness challenge
Department have posted various workout routines on Teams (who needs Joe as part of the PE lessons.
They are following Mr Marquis' lead
Wicks?) and I know many pupils have followed these in/out of lessons. As a on the video.
family, doubtless you are going on regular walks around the local area, despite
the incessant rain, prevailing wind and biting cold. I am sure there has not been
any moaning and groaning. Just reply, “It will do you good. You need to be
outside.”
Finally, we have now completed two weeks of COVID lateral flow testing
on pupils/staff and all results have been negative. Let’s hope it stays this
way.
Good health to everyone. Thank you for your continued support. As always, if you need to contact me about any
issue, however trivial, please do not hesitate to get in touch. My email address is
morrisc@broughtonhigh.co.uk.
Chris Morris, Headteacher
LIBRARY NEWS
Virtual School Library: Once again, the National Literacy Trust is working in partnership with Oak National
Academy to relaunch their ‘virtual school library’ during this third national lockdown period. The library will
host a free e-book each week from a popular author, with accompanying activities and exclusive video.
Each author will also give details of their top three recommended reads. For more information and to visit
the library, use the following link:
Virtual School Library | Oak Academy (thenational.academy)
Keep your eyes open for next week’s newsletter when we will be
celebrating ‘National Storytelling Week’ 30th January - 6th February’ by
launching a new ‘Guess the Book Title’ quiz. There will be a ClassCharts
point for each entry and prize for the pupil who guesses the most.
Our ‘Book of the Week’ this week is City of Ghosts by Victoria Schwab which proved a
popular choice with our Book Buzz group this year. See the LRC section of Firefly for a full
review and don’t forget to send in your own book reviews to me
at whitlocka@broughtonhigh.co.uk These will be featured on our Firefly review page.
Class Charts points will be awarded for all reviews received.
If you require any book recommendations you will find plenty of information and links on
Firefly: Resources-LRC-Learning Resource Centre or email me at the above
address. We miss seeing you in the library and cannot wait to see you all back, but in the meantime keep
up with your reading and stay safe.
Mrs Whitlock
Excellence in DT
Hannah Hodgkinson (Year 7) has made a I decided to base it on the colours and glass in my own
house. Once I had got the structure of the area, I
significant impression using a new online decided to add some greenery because it was a bit plain.
I used box and polygon for some trees. Then I used the
software at home, designing an imaginative paraboloid. I also added a front path to the door.
house.
Then I went to the back of
the house and added a pool
and a sitting patio area. I
also added some footsteps.
Fantastic effort and creativity demonstrated.
Mr Brandwood
Accessing Firefly, Office 365, Teams
A reminder is available on the school website with details of how to access Firefly from home, how to clear
cached passwords, how to install a local copy of Office 365 and how to download the Teams App.
For details, please go the school website www.broughtonhigh.co.uk
and click on the ‘Logging into Firefly from Home’ link.
Year 8 English
Words of Motivation
Year 8 pupils were asked to write a paragraph for a speech, persuading their year group to stay motivated
during the pandemic. Here are some examples of their excellent responses.
Kieran Moore
Isla Barrow
stay hopeful.
Sophie Jones
Instead of seeing this pandemic as a huge pothole in the road that we just can't get
out of, see it as an opportunity to strive and become a better version of yourself.
Seize the day and make the most of it. You only live once. Try something new; you
might even enjoy it. You could try a new sport, try a new computer game or maybe
learn to bake a cake.
Year 8 English
Words of Motivation
Annabel Cutting
Kaitlynn McCann
Emily Goodwill
Mrs Lees
Year 11 English
Descriptive Writing Skills
Last week, 11E3A have been experimenting with descriptive writing skills, focusing on 'zooming in' on smaller
details and creating atmosphere. Here are some examples of their written work. They could choose to
describe either a busy park or ice-skaters on a frozen lake - both alien scenes at the moment!
Jess Greaves
Dominating the blue sky, the sun gleams down and emits her scorching sunrays upon on its people; absorbing
the sunshine in their bones, drinking in the radiant heat from the sun. The jubilant weather is mirroring the
contended and jolly feeling of the people. Groups of all ages come together, including the usual and infuriating
group of adolescence football boys, celebrating as if they just won the world cup. Nearby, a family of 4 are
enjoying a pleasant picnic, inhaling the astonishing scent of the mouth-watering food. While the young children
run wildly and are flying high with happiness, the monstrous tall buildings casts overpowering shadows onto the
emerald and straw-like virescent grass; protecting the vulnerable children from the vicious heat radiation.
The picnic mat spreads out, like frosting on a cake. The Mum distributes her homemade sandwich’s while the Dad
carefully pours the sparkling and fizzy soda into miniature cups for his kids. Both of their kid’s eyes are dancing
with happiness, whilst aggressively gulping down their spectacular drink and spilling it everywhere. However, this
burst of energy suddenly disappears after spotting the sickening view of vegetables in their tiresome sandwich.
Now that their expectations have demolished them, the kids start to curl up into their shaky knees, burying their
head with misery tears streaming down their face. The look of disappointment in their eyes vanishes as a familiar
merry tune appears out of nowhere.
The azure sky soon turns into slivery colour which stretches for miles and brings along cumulus clouds and
torrential rain. The crowd’s clothes and belongings is drenching with brackish water like bathers after swimming
in the pool and starts to run as fast as an Olympic runner to their cars to protect themselves from the dreadful
and inclement weather. The hefty winds causes the colossal trees to start dancing; releasing their brisk and crisp
leaves and being crashed by the exasperating people. The crowded and ecstatic park turns into bitter and
abandoned park as if it had been rejected by society.
Navneet Johal
The lake was as firm as rock, in fact you would be a fool to believe that it wasn’t. Above its surface were
countless scratches that had been engraved by the weight of flimsy children who occasionally suffered defeat
against gravity, all with not a single hint of gloom displayed on their faces. The still water was silent. Not a whisper.
Not a word. Motionlessly, it gazed towards the sun that never seemed to stopped smiling. There was a warm,
heartening feeling that diffused through the air whenever the sun paid a visit; its rays would warm the land over
the cliffs and its sweet, fresh aroma would bring joy to every soul in sight. The sun even made the lake look like
it was swaying. The frozen floor glistened to the rhythm of laughs and cheers. What could be better than this?
At the base of the cliff, a couple waddled arm in arm. Just as the woman grasped her grip on the perilous floor,
the man sloped in the opposite direction and the thunderous chattering of their teeth echoed against their brittle
skulls; the pair looked miniscule alongside the dove-white cliffs that towered over them. Not far from the couple
was a family and their little boy couldn’t move. He was enclosed so tightly in several layers of clothes that he was
barely able to let out a cry of distress when he tumbled over. His vibrant red gloves matched his little hat, which
seemed to cause him a great deal of irritation, it continually concealed his little eyes form the scenery. His pale,
fair skin was illuminated by the white cliffs. Colours looked brighter against the pearly white snow. What could be
better than this?
The deceiving snow appeared to fall gently from the sky, landing effortlessly on the edge of the cliffs that
bowed with the heavy load they were carrying. A deep, booming noise had erupted nearby and a cascade of white
mist emerged distraughtly a short while later. An unfamiliar wrath consumed the snow. It was bitter. It was like
a brain freeze you would get when eating your ice-cream too fast – agonising. Fast and franticly, the mist began
to expanded and the icy air was its accomplice. It would cause your skin to tingle and sting; your fingers to feel
like they were no longer attached to your hand; your frail bones to receive a sharp, piercing chill and even your
warm exhales would turn your throat into dry ice. What could be better than this? Anything.
Year 11 English
Descriptive Writing Skills
Maryam Nalla
The sky was a baby blue colour with no clouds in sight. The sun standing High like a God looking down at
the people rushing, relaxing and playing. Behind, stood towering buildings filled with demanding workers over
the small space of nature where everyone was crowded. In the distance, were tall grand trees, giving off the
most oxygen they could produce before it got taken over by pollution the city was producing. In between the
grand trees, were small specks of people with their florescent colours shining brightly as the rays of the
sun scorched down on them.
Underneath a small dark tree, was a family having a picnic. There was the smell of sweet raspberry cupcakes which
made your mouth water, the colourful fruits sitting there waiting to be eaten by the kid with salt and vinegar crisps
in his hand. Beside the Kid, were drinks which cooled you down after playing in the sun. Sitting on the mat, was
a small petite boy wearing a blue bucket hat and a yellow t-shirt. He was scoffing down the cupcakes and the
crisps looking each side of him, seeing if anyone would notice.
In the middle of the park, was a big family playing football. A small girl with two ponytails swooped pass one boy
then another showing off as she went along until she got to the goal. She stared at the goal keeper giving him
the death stare and took the shot. The ball flew right to the back of the net. The team went wild celebrating and
cheering as they just won the game. However, a teenage boy (looking around the age of 15) slumped on the floor
picking grass and throwing it irritably with a sulky look on his bright red face. It was clear that he lost as his whole
team was looking in disgust at the cheering team.
Just a bit further was a teenage girl (around the same age as the boy) sat on an old wooden bench
looking admiringly at the 15 year old boy. He had brown, wavy hair that blue in the wind, big, hazel eyes sparkling
in the sun; He was wearing a fitted, black Nike t-shirt with black Nike shorts, sitting, still angry as he lost the game.
As he looked at the girl, she quickly looked back down reading her book again and putting her blonde hair behind
her ear. She had deep blue eyes like the ocean, a small petite knows and quite thin lips which she was biting
feeling embarrassed. She was also listening to music as her headphones swung in the wind but was still attached
to her phone which was in her pocket.
The sun was setting low now, peaking through the towering buildings. A lot of people started to pack
up their things and leave as it started to get dark. The sounds of cheers started to calm down as the sense of
silence started to invade the park. One by one the family’s started to leave and the lights on the streets and the
city exploded like a firework. The night took over the day and the park was filled with silence and peace.
Ivena Stirzaker
Surrounding the emerald grass, an army of spinetingling superstructures enclosed the park and cast large dark
areas of shade for the clouds to find refuge from scolding sun. Oak trees lined the edge of the park providing a
shield from the skyscrapers and a home to the mischievous squirrels. The park was alive with afternoon walkers;
people enjoying picknicks; groups of friends playing various ball games and exuberant dogs racing around the
vast field making the most of being let out of their compact downtown homes all supported by the blinding sun.
Among the manic, a teenage girl relaxed and found an escape in her book. Her skin shone and glowed, the sun
reflecting in the bottles of oil she had lathered herself in, as she felt like she was vaporizing away. The pages
flickered in the gentle breeze that provided warmth over her small black bikini and melted the ice in her iced latte.
She lay on the tickly grass and breathed in the fresh air and absorbing the information in her book. Her face,
partly hidden behind thin black sunglasses, began to change to a rosy pink.
An episode of havoc unravelled across the park. A single mother multiplied herself, screaming and shouting at her
3 young children trying to gain control. One of such children sat alone and screeched like a monkey, observing
the ice cream she had launched off its cone and fallen in: her crisp white church blouse drowned in chocolate
stains accompanied by her salty grief ridden tears.
Clouds began to gather, as the clock at the centre of the park stuck 4, the shadows cast by the buildings became
one and the thick crowd became thin.
Well done, Year 11.
Miss Maloney
Excellence
in Art
Year 9 pupils were given the task to physically recreate one
of the ‘Top 20 Most Famous Paintings’ with whatever and
whoever they had available. They were to record the
process and end product with photographs and present on
a document with an image of the original painting and
annotation (explaining the what, why, where, how and why).
Pupils were required to provide evidence that it was their
own work.
Andrew Steele (9C) chose to recreate a painting and the
outcome was superb. He also presented and annotated
everything exactly as requested and achieved a top grade.
.
My Recreation of
Pieter Bruegel the Elder – The Harvesters
“After discussing some ideas of the Top 20 paintings I was
going to recreate, I decided to go for Pieter Bruegel the Elder
– The Harvesters. I like how the painting has strong colours
of yellow, green and grey and knew they were items I could
use from around the house.” Andrew Steele
Andrew produced this recreation of The Harvesters painting:
Ms Smith
Year 8 Art & Design
Well done to my Year 8 artists who are halfway through creating a self-portrait in the style of their chosen
artist. I have been thrilled to see some superb progress this week and incredibly impressed with the work.
Adam Member Annabel Cutting Bethan Sloan Chris Hudson George Heath
Isla Kenyon Jessica Banks Joshua Newton Louis Goodman Mae Thompson
Natasha Holden Oliver Heath Thomas Sharkey
I am sure you will agree that there are some very talented pupils at Broughton. I cannot wait to see the
finished products in a few weeks' time and I will be sure to include these in the newsletter for you to see.
Mrs Tillotson
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