Some Summer Ideas
Year 5
2015
For pupils in Y5 going into Y6 Sept 2015
After my session with you towards the end of term, you were asked to look at last year’s booklet. I hope you remember our going through Wordsworth’s poem On Westminster Bridge. Remember how even after just two readings pupils improved their understanding of the poem enormously. During the holidays, you need to use the time wisely to consolidate your Maths and English. This booklet should help you enrich your vocabulary and comprehension. It should also stimulate you to be more confident in an interview. The extracts are not to catch you out, make you feel stupid or enslave you! We want you to enjoy them and feel that this kind of work can be fun. All the extracts contain tough vocabulary but then so should any book worth reading! You can look up words!
Do not give up on a poem or article. Beaver away and enjoy the challenge. I have put hyperlinks in to make the booklet more accessible and fun, but you must make it your own. Download it and follow the instructions. You need to type into the Word version and at various points copy paste into it.
Have a great summer and remember that reading and thinking and using your imagination are the best free gifts we have.
Follow the instructions and make your best effort to have this completed by the beginning of term. It needs to be e-mailed or handed in electronically. It should be saved as
SurnameForm (The form you will be in Sept 2015) LED
E.g….Einstein 6ALED
The Schoolboy (William Blake (from Songs of Experience, 1794))
I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet company!
But to go to school in a summer morn, —
O it drives all joy away!
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.
Ah then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning’s bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring!
O father and mother if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care’s dismay, —
How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
Look at these links:
As we discussed in our sessions, over the summer, it is really important that you get into the habit of looking up words and make this aself-discipline!These are three lovely and famous poems, but each contains some tricky words. Can you define and explain what these words from the poem mean?LOOK THEM UP!! THE LINKS HELP TOO!
Tricky Word/Phrase / Meaningwinds his horn,
skylark
dismay.
drooping
bower, / noun
- a pleasant shady place under trees or climbing plants in a garden or wood.
verb
- shade or enclose (a place or person).
droop his tender wing,
dismay, —
mellowing
blasts
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury,--he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
John Keats
Please watch this link
Keats’ House Hampstead Keats
Can you explain what these words mean?
Tricky Word/Phrase / Meaningfaint
new-mown mead; / adjective
1.
recently mown or cut:
noun:mead = a meadow.
the refreshing smell of new-mown hay.
wrought a silence,
shrills
drowsiness
The Land of Nod
From Breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Look at these two links
- the land of Nod
noun: land of Nod
humorous
a state of sleep.
"The tape is guaranteed to send babies and toddlers to the land of Nod."
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and vallies, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cup of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy-buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
An if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
Marlowe
Listen to the poem being read.
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and vallies, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cup of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
Withbuckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy-buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
An if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
pleasures prove
yields.
Melodious
madrigals
fragrant posies,
kirtle
coral clasps
buckles
swains / noun
a young lover or suitor.
2: archaic a country youth.
This is a parody of the poem. Look up the word parody or ask someone in your family what it means!
The Passionate Pupil Declaring Love
Come meet with me and after school
Perhaps you'll see that I'm no fool
If only you would understand,
How I want to hold your hand
We could walk around the park
Until the day grows old and dark
And on the swings we'll learn to fly
Together we will touch the sky,
And I will make a daisy chain,
Create a crown from drops of rain
Weave a gown of greenest grass
And watch the hours quickly pass,
As we run home through all the streets
I shall give you all my sweets,
The singing of the traffic jam
Will tell you how in love I am
In class your laughter makes me cry
And I just want to ask you why
You think that I am such a fool
To dream of meeting after school.
`Andrew Fusek
1
Paul’s Learning Enrichment Pack Summer 2015
Wimbledon Final 2015
Martin Samuel13 July 2015
Read this article on the Wimbledon final and complete the exercises as directed.
Ultimately, Novak Djokovic was just too good to be denied. Centre Court made it plain who they wanted to be Wimbledon champion this year, but their wishes went unheeded.
There would be no eighth title for Roger Federer, no Muhammad Ali-style return to the pinnacle of his sport. History was bunk, romance too, ruthlessly dispatched by a reigning champion who was unfazed by emotion or the desires of the multitude.
Djokovic stood in the way of the nation’s sweetheart and, as such, was cast in the role of villain. He shrugged it off. The loudest cheers were for Federer, even at the post-match victory parade. Sue Barker seemed to place greater emphasis on Federer’s name as she called him up for the consolation prize.
Djokovic was unconcerned. 'I expected that support coming into the match,' he said. 'Roger is a very likable guy, a champion on and off the court – he has done all the right things to get that backing. More or less anywhere I play against Roger it’s the same.'
He made it sound as if he was cheering for Roger, too, right up until that moment when he had to take him down.Then, Djokovic was alone in resisting the pressure to be crowd pleaser. He battered Federer into submission over three hours and four sets, immune to the quiet disappointment felt at his victory. Centre Court is rarely less than polite, but this was not the result they had hoped for. No matter, though. The best man won.
It is three Wimbledon titles in the last five for Djokovic now, and nine Grand Slams overall. On Sunday he moved past Fred Perry, Ken Rosewall, Jimmy Connors, Andre Agassi and Ivan Lendl.
He is closing in on Bjorn Borg and Rod Laver. This is a great champion, have no doubt of that. Anyone who saw Federer’s straight sets win over Andy Murray on Friday knows the form he has been in at this tournament. It is some of the best of his life – and the best of Federer’s life means, quite simply, some of the greatest tennis ever played.
So that is what Djokovic was up against, plus the fervour of the crowd. Tennis is gladiatorial. It is also very lonely if a player lacks support. It wasn’t as if Djokovic was jeered but, clearly, the locals were rooting for his opponent, and not hiding that allegiance.
In the second set, tied at 5-5, Federer had a break point on Djokovic’s serve and found the net. Collectively, Centre Court exhaled and rocked in its pricey seats, emitting a mighty groan of frustration.
Later, when Federer somehow saved three set points in the tiebreak – he saved seven overall, before winning the set – the place was in uproar. The greatest testament to Djokovic’s brilliance is that he recovered from the pandemonium of a 22 point tiebreak, and the missed opportunity to lead by two sets, to win the third in almost routine fashion.
A break up early, and the match then delayed 15 minutes by rain, the last four games of the set were played out to love, routinely plodding to the inevitable 6-4 Djokovic win. He never looked back from there.
Of course, it is easy to see why Federer has such appeal. It is more than just his magnificent play, his easy charm or his record number of Grand Slams. He has a style that transcends the greats, that makes other players appear ugly, even a competitor as fearsome as Djokovic.Federer glides, he barely seems to sweat, he is elegance, poisepersonified. He wins apparently without effort. Nothing looks hurried, no stress, no strain. By comparison, Djokovic puts himself through the wringer.
His athleticism is enormous, the physical demand all-consuming. On several occasions he slipped on a surface that looked bare and bone dry, ending up in an unsightly heap or spread-eagled. One cannot imagine any situation that would allow Federer to appear ungainly. Give him roller skates on ice and he would somehow find a way to come out like John Curry.Some of his shots were just exquisite. Each time Djokovic served up a lob it was misjudged and returned as a smash. Yet in the third set, the game after the rain fell, Federer spooned the ball up into the air so delicately yet with such precision, Djokovic had no chance. In the first set there was a faultlessly disguised drop shot that should have its own show in Las Vegas, so clever was the sleight of hand.Djokovic, meanwhile, was all about power and precision, hitting the ball relentlessly deep, finding slivers of space, terrifyingly acute angles. It is not always a beautiful game, but it's a mightily impressive one, and it was too much for Federer, whose serve was broken regularly for the first time in this tournament.
Tricky WordTricky Phrase / Can you define it?
Maybe think of a synonym too! / Can you make another sentence with the word, thus showing that you REALLY know the meaning?
unheeded.
pinnacle
bunk, / bunk2/bʌŋk/
noun
- nonsense.
bunk3/bʌŋk/
verb
- abscond or play truant from school or work.
ruthlessly dispatched
unfazed
multitude.
consolation prize.
unconcerned.
battered
submission
the form
fervour
gladiatorial.
jeered
allegiance.
emitting
pandemonium / noun
wild and noisy disorder or confusion; uproar.
routine fashion.
plodding
inevitable
transcends
fearsome
poise personified.
The wringer
athleticism
all-consuming.
unsightly
ungainly.
exquisite.
precision,
relentlessly
slivers of space
acute angles
Martin Samuel On Jose Mourinho 24th February 2010
Why Jose Mourinho is so special
It seems strange that, all these years on, we should still be debating what precisely makes Jose Mourinho special. The 'self-proclaimed' special one, as he is often called; 'His Specialness' as Carlo Ancelotti, coach of Chelsea, brands him, mockingly. So, is Mourinho all that special? Of course he is. Mourinho is the figure against which all Chelsea managers are judged: and not just Chelsea managers, but the Premier League's foreign managers, too.
Nobody has delivered in English football quite like Mourinho. Not Rafael Benitez, whose astonishing success, winning the Champions League in his first season, could not be sustained; not even Arsene Wenger, who altered the culture of his club, Arsenal. Benitez has been on a downward trajectory since that night in Istanbul, while the nature of Wenger's work is now shown to be entirely different from that required of Mourinho.
From the beginning, Wenger was involved in a long-term project, not a short-term glory hunt. He had the unquestioning support of his employers, through the former vice-chairman David Dein, and was given time and freedom to reshape Arsenal top to toe. He did this, until recently, while consistently winning trophies, which was an outstanding accomplishment but does not compare to the instant pressure Mourinho faced when arriving at Stamford Bridge in 2004.
The fact is no Chelsea manager could survive five years without winning a trophy as Wenger has done; indeed, until Manchester City's owners found their trigger finger with Mark Hughes, Chelsea were unique in demanding an immediate dividend from their senior employees.
This gives Mourinho his special status. He delivers on demand. For all the reverence with which Wenger is held, there are many Arsenal fans who believe the title might have been won this season, or at least recently, had the steelier Mourinho been in charge.
Roman Abramovich, the Chelsea owner, was not interested in planning when he took Mourinho from Porto. He wanted the league title that season. Fail and Mourinho would have got the sack; start slowly and experience suggests he might not have seen Christmas. In the circumstances, then, it was a stunning achievement to ride that pressure, no matter the financial advantage. Manchester City have thrown money at the problem, too, but are yet to find a manager who can hit the ground running as spectacularly as Mourinho did. That is what sets him apart. It was the same at Inter Milan: nothing less than the title in his first season would do, and he provided.
Now holes are being picked in his record because he did not also win the Champions League, as if every manager does that in year one. Sir Alex Ferguson had 13 years at Manchester United before claiming it as his; Wenger is 13 years at Arsenal and still waiting.
Abramovich 's front men play down the ruthlessness of his regime but the bottom line is: Win the league or get the sack. Mourinho won the league, stayed a second season, retained the league, was given a third season, didn't win the league and failed to make it out of September in his fourth campaign
Avram Grant, his successor, did not win the league and went that summer; Luis Felipe Scolari did not last to the end of his first season once his team lost its way; Guus Hiddink quickly made his excuses after landing the FA Cup, but no league title. Now there is Ancelotti, who is in a strong position at the top of the table. He will need to be there on May 10, however, to turn his time in England into something more than a sabbatical. Fail and he will come up short when compared, inevitably, to The Special One.