Just for fun home learning
Why not choose some activities from the grid below to keep you busy over the next week?
Important message for parents
We are sending individual messages to every parent/child each week to make sure everything is fine at home. We can offer help and support as necessary as well as celebrate your child's achievements. If you do have a question, query or need some advice, please feel free to send us a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible. Even if everything is good, we would be really grateful if you could send us a quick reply and let us know how things are going.
Year 3 Team
Home Learning - end of week 1
It has been wonderful to see all the Year 3 pupils sharing their learning and time at home this week. You have been busy uploading your photos of baking, art, science, Joe Wicks exercise and signs of Spring spotting to name just a few! Year 3 have also been busy painting and displaying stay safe rainbow pictures to display in their windows for the community. A special well done to Alice in Silver Birch class who completed all the Numbots levels this week.
Lots of learning is going on too, well done Year 3! So proud of you all.
Scroll down to the Home Learning section every Monday for new activities.
Year 3 teaching team.
Please visit this page every Monday and click on the Stars below for the week's English and Maths learning. Please also look at the Home Learning section on the school website for links to online learning.
World Book Day 2020
We had a great day today celebrating World Book Day. All the children came dressed as a book character that they thought they were like. We had Harry Potter, Alice, Dorothy, The Cat in the Hat, 2 dalmations, Tom Gates, Brandon and Mackenzie from Dork diaries and many more. Mr Wotton came wearing a T-shirt with Mr Messy. He wrote his own version of Mr Messy (by Roger Hargreaves) about himself. Please read it below.
Mr Wotton – written by Mr Wotton
inspired by Mr Messy written by Roger Hargreaves.
Mr Wotton was the messiest teacher you've ever met in your whole life.
Although he didn't look messy (except at weekends when he might not brush his hair and or tuck his shirt in) his classroom was always messy.
You could always tell which was Mr Wotton's classroom because of his messy and cluttered desk.
Oh yes, Mr Wotton was certainly a messy teacher.
Mr Wotton worked in a particularly messy looking classroom.
There were worksheets scattered everywhere.
His desk was full of pens that didn't work and rolled up post it notes.
Under his desk was a toolbox, a tambourine and some tissue paper.
His cupboards were fit to bursting with resources he hadn't used for nearly a decade.
And had Mr Wotton filed away his planning?
He had not!
One morning, Mr Wotton arrived at school, yawned, scratched his grey hair and tripped over his rucksack that he had left in the middle of the floor.
Next door to Mr Wotton's classroom was the neatest, tidiest classroom that Mr Wotton had ever seen. It had tidy tables, neatly filed planning folders and a desk that was clear of clutter.
There was a lady in the classroom, marking some books.
She looked up as Mr Wotton approached.
"Good morning!" I'm Mr Wotton but some people call me Mr Messy!" said Mr Wotton.
"I'm Mrs Whish and I can see why people call you that," replied the lady "I've seen your classroom!"
At that moment, another lady arrived. "I'm Mrs West," said the lady.
"Whish and West, " said Mrs Whish.
"West and Whish," said Mrs West.
"Perhaps we could come into your classroom and Tidy it up?" said Mrs Whish.
"But, I don't want things neat and tidy," said Mr Wotton looking downright miserable at the thought of it.
"Nonesense!" said Mrs Whish.
"Fiddlesticks!" said Mrs West.
"But," said Mr Wotton.
"Come along," said Mrs Whish.
"Off we go," said Mrs West.
"But, but ....." said Mr Wotton.
"But nothing," said Mrs Whish, pushing him into his classroom.
"Good heavens!" said Mrs Whish when she saw how messy his classroom was.
"This is the messiest classroom I have ever seen in all my born day," they both said together at the same time.
"Better do something about it," said Mrs West.
And before Mr Wotton could open his mouth, the two of them set about tidying the classroom.
Mrs Whish tidied
and made Mr Wotton's desk look tidier than it had ever looked.
Mrs West emptied
and picked up
and hid things (so Mr Wotton couldn’t put them back in his cupboard)
and made the cupboards look neater than they had ever looked before.
"There we are," said Mrs Whish.
"All finished," said Mrs West.
"Whish and West," said Mrs Whish.
"West and Whish," said Mrs West.
Mr Wotton didn't really know what to say.
"Keep it like this," said Mrs Whish.
"And people will stop calling you Mr Messy," said Mrs West
And then they all laughed together. And that really is the end of the story, except to say that if you're a messy teacher you might have a visit from two people.
And you know what they are called, don't you?
We used Starburst sweets to model the rock cycle.
First we snipped different coloured Starbursts into pieces of sediment.
Then we squashed layers of each piece of sediment on top of each other to make Sedimentary rock.
After that we pushed and squished the rock in our hands to change it into Metamorphic rock.
We then heated the rock to turn it into magma.
Finally we let the magma cool so it turned into Igneous rock.
Welcome to a new school year!
A new year and a new teacher for the Silver Birch. The children have adjusted really well to life in Key Stage 2 and are getting to grips with the differences to key stage 1. Keep looking back on here for photos of activities and updates on our learning.
Welcome back to the Summer Term!
I have been really impressed by all of the children in Silver Birch and how they have started back so enthusiastically at school this week. They have shown fantastically positive learning behaviours and have had plenty of success already in using the grid method for multiplication, writing some fantastic poetry and creating dragon eyes from clay.
Keep up the great work everyone and it will be the best term yet I am sure!
I'm super proud of you all
We have been busy learning about which materials reflect light and what affects how long a shadow may be.
When I have wings I'll sense the birds swooping gracefully past me. Kaci
If I had wings I would fly onto a hot, bubbly volcano and touch it cautiously. Matthew
If I had wings I would touch the moon with my finger tips. Amelia
If I had wings I would swoop up to the sky and take one of the bright, golden stars to give to my mummy. Evie
If I had wings I would soar through each and every cloud to see what they're made of. Lewis
We cycled, scooted and ran our way around the obstacle course on the Year 3 playground.
The children supported each other superbly and enjoyed plenty of laps on the challenging circuit.
Once upon a time, there was a girl called Cinderella.
Her face was as pretty as piercing floodlights and her hair was as blonde as a sunflower.
She lived with her stepmother and stepsisters, who were as cruel as a Victorian teacher.
They used her like a servant and worked her like a camel walking people across the scorching desert all day.
Cinderella was as sad as a footballer missing an open goal in the World Cup Final.
One day, a letter from the palace came.
There was to be a royal ball to help Prince Charming find a wife, and everyone was invited.
Cinderella was as excited as a child on Christmas morning.
Everyone knew that the Prince was as handsome as Cristiano Ronaldo.
Cinderella was told that she couldn’t go. “You’re as ugly as a slug, and they’re as rich as…well, Billionaire Boy. You’d be like a smelly pig at Crufts. You can’t go.”
The night of the ball came, and Cinderella’s stepmother and stepsisters left, trussed up like Christmas trees and laughing like hyenas.
Cinderella was as lonely as a child left at the fairground.
Suddenly, a fairy godmother appeared, like a rugby ball shooting out of a scrum.
“I can help you go to the ball!” said the fairy godmother.
Cinderella was as surprised as a last gasp winning goal.
The fairy godmother whooshed her wand, and changed Cinderella’s rags into a ballgown. In her new dress, she looked as pretty as the sun rising across the glimmering ocean.
Finally, she gave Cinderella a pair of glass slippers. They sparkled like glistening diamonds on the Queen’s crown.
Cinderella arrived at the ball.
The prince saw her immediately, and thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, like an angel flying in the sky making a wish.
They danced together all night, like enchanted lovers in a peaceful world.
Midnight arrived like a red card being flashed by the referee.
Cinderella ran as fast as her legs could carry her, losing her slipper. The Prince watched as her shoe fell like a basketball through the hoop.
The next day Cinderella was back in the kitchen, scrubbing pots and pans like an ice rink cleaner.
She had just finished when there was a knock at the door. It was the Prince, holding the glass slipper. He said that whoever the slipper fit, could come to the palace and be his wife.
The stepsisters tried the slipper, but their feet were as big as 5 gigantic football pitches – it was like forcing a woolly mammoth through a safety pin. They gave up.
When Cinderella tried on the shoe, it fitted like the last puzzle piece.
“You will be my Princess!” said the Prince. “I love you like stars dancing together in the midnight sky. Come and live with me at the palace!”
Cinderella was as happy as a child playing in snow. She took the Prince’s hand and left her old life behind like a discarded match day ticket.
They lived happily ever after, like two peas in a pod.
Baking Cookies in Silver Birch
We are all busy taste testing, designing and baking cookies in Year 3 this week, trying our best to find our inner Great British Bakers!
We carried out an investigation in Maths which involved finding out which numbers had a remainder of just 1.
Mayflower 400 Writing Competition
We have been writing poems about the sea using similes and descriptive language. Some of our class poetry has been chosen to be entered into the citywide Mayflower 400 writing competition.
As a school, each class chose a winner from their three entries and we held a whole school assembly to celebrate and share each winner's work.
Our overall class winner was Lewis with his fantastic 'Stormy Seas' poem.
The sea is roaring like a wild animal below me.
The crashing waves throw me from side to side likely to send me to a dark, black watery grave.
I'm pushed from side to side on the shipwreck.
The deafening waves roared like an injured lion.
What is beyond the horizon.....?
Welcome to the start of the new school year to all in Silver Birch.
The children have been hard at work with their learning this week and settling in really positively to life in Year 3
I wanted to share some of the super ideas where the children have been using conjunctions to extend their simple sentences.
I didn't go to bed at the end of the day because I wanted my tooth to fall out so I could get some money!
I was tired at the end of a long day but I could still eat dripping, scrumptious cooked marshmallows.
I didn't want to go to bed at the end of the day so I snuck into my baby cousin's room and played with her happily.