Map of my School

Here is a map of my school grounds that I made and a key enjoy.

Go OIS!!!!

Key:

Light Green= Fields

Navy=Classrooms

Pink=Extra learning areas

Yellow=Technology classrooms

Orange=Courts

Purple=Extra Curricular Areas

Aqua=Teachers Space

Red=Toilets, change areas, and break out space

Dark Green=Lunch Area

Marron=Hall

Survey on Your School Life

Hi everyone I made a Survey on what your School Life is like, even though not many people are actually at school at the moment like me. I would love for you to fill it in so I can check out the responses and see if there is more of a pattern for different countries. I will submit the Data from the Survey in a week or two's time. Thank you in advance!!❤❤😊https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScRiKJFRhmDdiOQRgkVDDis05L49BpUjJpejXF_hzJsZh2I4Q/viewform?usp=sf_link

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19th January 1916
 “Tonight is a quiet night finally. We managed to make some ground in the trenches under no man's land but we lost about 200 cavalry to a blasted ambush gone wrong. Blasted Jerry’s I just want to go home to Mary and my two little blitters. Oh how I miss them. The food here is gross but at least we still have supplies. A regiment down the line abit completely ran out of food, and had to stay hungry for two days until more rations were dropped off. But now there is peace and I must sleep.'

Sense Poem about Summer

Sense Poem Summer is a shimmering blue blanket covering the sky and bright green trees. It is glistening cool water lapping at the sides of our boat rhythmically. It is the scent of cool morning dew, that defuses the scent of last night's barbeque. It is the sound of children running and yelling with joy under the blazing sun. It is the taste of smoky sausages and bubbly lemonade trickling down my throat. I’m happy and calm taking everything easy.

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“I'm BORED” I yelled at my mum, my pudgy five year old face turning red. My mum turned to me, looking like she was trying to kill me with her glare. Then she flourished her bony hand, turned around and continued on with her call like nothing happened. My tiny brain could not process this so I turned away and fled outside, my body numb with rage. I grabbed my mum's car keys, as I loved to play with them when I was angry. Then I realised I could hide in mum's car. I clambered inside, sat down, then BANG! By Molly

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Schooling From Home.

Limerick Poem.

No School bells ring, no uniform required.

Without the constant hum of bored voices.

On your own, sitting silent.

All online, eyes glued to screens.

At least we don't have to work for as long.

By Molly