Oak Class Homework
Well done Year 6 on an impressive first full week back.
Reading Stars – 88% of Year 6 achieved a Reading Star this week (23 out of 26 pupils). Well done to
all pupils who read at least 5 times last week. Please make sure reading continues to occur on a
daily basis.
Spellings will be set by Mrs Melvin on Friday and will be tested the following Friday.
In the coming week we will conclude the Highwayman topic and begin our new English topic based
on the novel ‘Street Child.’ In Mathematics we will continue working on strategies, focusing on short
and long division.
Homework wk beginning 14/09/2015
The homework was decided by the class based on their learning this week
1) Use the extract from the poem to create your own short playscript based on a conversation
between Bess and the Highwayman. Think about what may have been said and think about
the different stage directions and actions that are needed.
2) This week we have been focusing on using the long multiplication method. Complete
questions from either set A or B below.
3) Complete Reading daily and record in Reading Record. This must be signed on a daily basis
by an adult.
4) Samples of work from the past two weeks will be uploaded onto the class blog towards the
end of the weekend (http://beehiveyear6.primaryblogger.co.uk/). Please comment on some
of the class work displayed.
Homework to be handed in – Monday 21st September 2015
Highwayman Extract – (Full poem can be found online http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171940)
Mathematics questions
MATHS SET A
842 x 8
589 x 9
942 x 19
485 x 28
840 x 34
1241 x 19
1482 x 23
MATHS SET B
482 x 23
8421 x 18
1485 x 24
4825 x 28
8502 x 27
9529 x 34
8405 x 39
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s red-lipped daughter.
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”
He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.