Welcome to Y3/4 Oak Class 2019-20

All the children have had a successful Term 1 and a good start to Term 2.

During Term 1 and 2 we are learning about The Romans and will be focusing on all areas of their lives. Our Term 1 text in English is 'The Journey of Iliona' which is about a young Greek girl who is sold as a slave to a wealthy Roman family. In Term 2 we are using 'The Day the Crayons Quit' by Oliver Jeffers.

During Term 2 we visited Caerleon and spent time at the Roman Baths, ampitheatre and museum. Please look at our photos. We have also had a Roman shield in class!

Homework

 English homework will be given out on a Friday to be returned by the following Thursday.

Spelling homework is given out on a Monday.

Maths homework - all children should be practising their times tables.

Class Information

Dinner money should be handed in on a Monday. Toast money for the week will be collected on a Monday. If your child would like to buy additional slices of toast or fruit juice at breaktime then they are responsible for their own money and will be encouraged to keep it safe in their drawer in the classroom.

If you would like to meet with Miss Machin or Miss Harris to discuss your child then please speak to us in the playground at school drop off/pick up or arrange a visit via the school office.

Our Learning Journey

In English, we have been using persuasive language. We even persuaded each other to swap shoes..

We have also been learning about poetry and enjoyed reciting 'The Sound Collector' by Roger McGough. We even wrote our own version using the sounds heard in school and we performed the poem to Mr Mepham, Mrs Harrison and Willow Class.

The Shield Road Sound Collector by Oak Class

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried it away

The chattering of the people

The banging of the door

The scraping of the gravel

The creaking of the floor.

The tip-tap of the footsteps

The clanging of the gate

The babbling of the parents

The smashing of the crate.

The flushing of the toilet

The humming of the fridge

The tapping of the pencil

The clacking of the bridge.

The squeaking of the doorway

The scattering of the knives

The shouting of the children

The buzzing of the hives.

A stranger called this morning

He didn't leave his name

He left us only silence

Life will never be the same.