Base 1 Scientists in Action

We have been investigating changing states in science, looking at the effects of evaporation on water and other liquids. Here are some pictures of us collecting and analysing our results. We all found it really interesting testing our predictions.

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Sumdog results

Over the period of a week we won some of the days but sadly we didn t win. The winning team was Grange Park in Telford. Our congratulations go out to them well done and well done us for doing such a splendid job. Here are some of our competitors.

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More poems using Slow Writing

Here are some more examples of our poetry using the Slow Writing technique. Slow Writing uses a very strict writing structure, can you spot what these poems have in common?

The Flood by Dylan

Grabbing on, I hoped someone was out there.

I was petrified.

This was turture; I was determined to  carry on.

Will this mayhemm ever stop?

Slowely my life ebbs away.

Hunger hits me as fast as lightning

The water clings on to my clothes as I try to shake it off

 

My desperation by Ollie

Clinging on for dear life,

Fear engulfed me,

I was heartbroken; I still carried on,

Is this to much for me to bare?

Slowly, my life ebbed away,

Starvation hit me like a wild bush fire,

The water clung onto me.

 

MAYHEM! by Ben

Breathing heavily, I wondered if the flod would ever end.

Everything was lost.

I screamed; no one heard.

Will I survive this terrifying mayhem?

Quickly the water drags me under the raft.

I hung onto the rope like a monkey on a tree.

The dirty, horrible water was slowly swallowing me.

 

My disaster poem

Fire!

The myraid of reds, oranges, yellows rose into the sky and destroyed everything around:

I wished desperately for my family to be found:

My life was burnt to ashes as I witnessed this heart-breaking scene:

This fire was blistering, devastating and mean:

Desperate, terrified, petrified, I screamed for help!

This fire just roared back at me like it was a lion:

This draconion fire was a hostile force that, despite the destruction showed no remorse:

My belongings and memories being engulfed in the flames:

Why, why did this have to happen to me?

The flames just carried on rising and rising a beacon to anything in its way:

Panic filled my body as all hope ebbed away…

By Charisma