SATs week this year was 13th - 16th May. Before I did my tests, I was getting stressed out about whether I would get a level 5 or not and if I'd be ill on one of the days etc. However, when it was finally over, I didn't know what I was getting so worried about.
Year 6 this year had to take an extra test: SPAG (Spelling, punctuation and grammar). So instead of taking just 4 tests, we took 5! I was one out of seven people who took the level 6 maths test so we had 7 tests. Our exams were: reading paper, maths paper A, maths paper B, mental maths, SPAG, level 6 maths paper A and level 6 maths paper B. we also had to do writing so that could be assessed as well.
We got our results a couple of weeks ago and I luckily did really well!! I got level 5's in reading and writing and was fortunate enough to be able to get that level 6 in maths!
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Thursday, 18 July 2013
Monday, 11 March 2013
Kumon
I go to Kumon.
Kumon is a method of studying that started in Japan. There are lots of centres all over the world in which you can learn the Kumon method. It teaches both, maths and english.
Toru Kumon began to teach his son in 1954 since he was having problems at school with mathmatics. Toru Kumon developed the Kumon Method. With the help of parents who liked the Kumon method, he opened the first Kumon Centre in Japan in 1956. In 1958, Kumon Centres began to open around the world. Since 2011, approximately 16 million students have been studying using Kumon. From 2009, over 4 million students were studying under the Kumon Method at more than 26,000 Kumon Centers in 46 countries.
Millions of people go to Kumon, I am one of them. I started in Year 1 holidays when I was 6 years old. I started on one of the lower levels after my instructer, Larry, decided how well I did in my starting test which consisted on 10 pages of sums. You can shortenen the amount of pages to 5 if you wish. I left in Year 3 holidays and started up again in the middle of Year 5, last year. Since then, I have moved up many levels and now in my G League which is a very high level. I chose to do both subjects, math and english, and I am on level G in both.
If you would like to start Kumon or would like to find out more about it, click this. Kumon UK
I am sure there's centres in other countries however, I can't find links to theses sites. Try typing into your search box: Kumon.
Kumon is a method of studying that started in Japan. There are lots of centres all over the world in which you can learn the Kumon method. It teaches both, maths and english.
Toru Kumon began to teach his son in 1954 since he was having problems at school with mathmatics. Toru Kumon developed the Kumon Method. With the help of parents who liked the Kumon method, he opened the first Kumon Centre in Japan in 1956. In 1958, Kumon Centres began to open around the world. Since 2011, approximately 16 million students have been studying using Kumon. From 2009, over 4 million students were studying under the Kumon Method at more than 26,000 Kumon Centers in 46 countries.
Millions of people go to Kumon, I am one of them. I started in Year 1 holidays when I was 6 years old. I started on one of the lower levels after my instructer, Larry, decided how well I did in my starting test which consisted on 10 pages of sums. You can shortenen the amount of pages to 5 if you wish. I left in Year 3 holidays and started up again in the middle of Year 5, last year. Since then, I have moved up many levels and now in my G League which is a very high level. I chose to do both subjects, math and english, and I am on level G in both.
If you would like to start Kumon or would like to find out more about it, click this. Kumon UK
I am sure there's centres in other countries however, I can't find links to theses sites. Try typing into your search box: Kumon.
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
My Story
There is a legend, that might be true, no one knows for sure. If you ever see a cottage with two red eyes in darkness shining through a small window in some woods, you know that this house will be the one. It was one winters' night at around midnight, when a small, humble girl leapt back in fright at the sight of a ghastly cottage standing in the middle of some woods. She was trekking her home 50 miles off and for the first time she noticed the ghostly house. Grey moss covered the black brick which tilted to one side on an uneven ground smothered in mud. She knew it would take some time before she reached her small home and it was of course midnight, so she decided to take this option that she had, knock on the front door. With fright in her eyes and anxiousness in her heart, she took a small step toward to unbearable house and timidly knocked on the grey front door. Slowly, but surely, the crooked door opened and an old woman with green hair, a frightening grin and unusually sharp teeth let her in. The surely haunted house was scary and the woman sat the girl on a small dusty old table. Her teeth grew sharper and the girl instantly knew that there was something wrong with her. She paralysed the girl when she pointed to the heater. The girl obeyed her commands and walked into the blazing fire. The woman got her pitchfork and stabbed the young girl several times before switching everything off and showing her gleaming, red eyes through the window.
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
My poem about Rain
Rain
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
The rain drips slowly down the window,
Chitter,chatter,chitter,chatter,
Can't hear much of that high or low,
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
The rain drenches the roof tiles,
Clitter,clatter,clitter,clatter,
That is the only sound on this isle,
My fist is clenched under my chin,
Looks like the rain is going to win,
Preventing me from playing is its only sin,
Sitting by the window infront of the rain makes me feel like an used pin.
By Govind Chahal
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
The rain drips slowly down the window,
Chitter,chatter,chitter,chatter,
Can't hear much of that high or low,
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
The rain drenches the roof tiles,
Clitter,clatter,clitter,clatter,
That is the only sound on this isle,
My fist is clenched under my chin,
Looks like the rain is going to win,
Preventing me from playing is its only sin,
Sitting by the window infront of the rain makes me feel like an used pin.
By Govind Chahal
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