29 Jun Right to Write
Reward Trip
Throughout the year, students have been working extremely hard on their Right to Write projects. An impressive array of work was submitted across all subjects, ranging from a creative monologue based on a character from Charles Dickens’ ‘Great Expectations’ to beautifully illustrated essays about famous people in French and interesting commentaries for Physical Education based on news stories.
Students were selected across all departments for their hard work and dedication to participate in the reward trip, alongside the Literacy Leaders who have been working extremely hard throughout the year to ensure the Right to Write scheme runs smoothly. As a reward for their outstanding work, students from Years 7, 8 and 9 travelled to The British Library and took part in a creative writing workshop hosted by a professional writer. They were invited to draw inspiration from the ‘Windrush Stories’ exhibition, using images and artefacts to inspire their creative writing.
After the exhibition, students enjoyed creating their own character based around what they had seen on the tour. The pieces of work they produced were extremely impressive, showing a breadth of vocabulary and perceptive ideas. It is clear that Right to Write has helped students to challenge their own independent thinking as the students’ work was skilfully crafted.
It really was an action-packed day and the students rose to the challenge – they not only impressed their teachers but also our workshop leader, who commented on their creative flair and impeccable behaviour. Right to Write has been a brilliant success for all students across the school and we continue to see a great improvement in KS3 literacy, which then enables students to rise to the challenge of KS4 with academic vigour and creative zeal.
A huge thank you to all staff and students for the effort and enthusiasm in the project this year and we hope to see many more exciting projects over the next academic year.
Please find some wonderful extracts from students’ work below:
All around me, people were cheering. I was hardly visible amongst the tall adults; it reminded me of the huge waves that would knock me over back home. I was surrounded not only by people, but by screams; screams of excitement. Although my eardrums felt as though they would explode any second, I joined the screaming. Suddenly, I felt that overwhelming sense of reality: I was coming home. To my real home.
Monica Pavlova, 7C
Harsh winds, harsher than the gentle gusts back home, blowing my hair in a wild frenzy. The smell of the air was colder and seemed sinister, cruel. I heard the waves crash onto the sides of the ship like they were trying to throw me off.
Safa Saleem, 7C
As I stand between the waves of suitcases much alike, I wonder about the rights waiting for me. I have dreamt of a job for so long, craved for a place to call my own – eyes open to opportunities, closed to this illusion… Alone in a golden land, arriving to my hopes at last.
Megan McCabe, 8F
“I am what you and your mother are. I am what your aunt’s and uncle’s are. I am what our family always was. I am what I realise England wishes the worst of misery upon,” a tear trickled down his cheek as he waited. “I am black.”
Iteli Mulumna Ntambwa, 8E
I want to feel the comfort of my family, I want to hear my brother laughing, I want to taste freedom, I want to see everyone having fun and I want to smell the mouth-watering food. But I will never get the chance to again… What are your hopes and dreams?
Laurissa Owen, 9C
As I walk down this long, bright road, there is no one in sight. All I can see are the trees and they are so big… There are so many beautiful flowers back home… All could I feel now was the bitter cold.
Angel Campbell, 9C
My new story starts here. The people who took us to England changed out IDs to suit the country… I could taste the air, the unfamiliar scents in this new location. What will the houses in the new town look like?
Morgan Smith, 7C
Miss Smith
Right to Write Co-ordinator
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