Perranporth class is now an amalgamation of Gunnislake and Delaware year 5 pupils. We are a relatively small class of 19 children tucked away up on the Gunnislake hillside. We have our own building with year 6 just across the playground and all the support of our neighbouring school at Delaware.
For our PE this week, Perranporth class have been learning The Charleston. This dance was made very popular during the 1920s and was ground-breaking for it's time. Its fast-paced, comical moves were occasionally controversial but it helped to lift people's spirits after the devastation of WW1.
The swinging leg and big arm movements, together with the need for quick thinking coordination, makes it a tricky dance to master; however, the dance also allows the dancer to add their own unique movements.
This enthusiastic Perranporth pupil dressed up to add more authenticity to his performance and did a great job adding in his own twists!
Fighting in the trenches is not what I thought it would be. It’s not why I joined the military. The trenches in which fellow soldiers and I reside smell putrid. The thick sent of blood and rotting bodies fills the already dirty air. I never did imagine that I would experience noise like that. It is no joke out there, men are killed right in front of me.
It was December, the weather was colder than it was yesterday. My feet were numb and my hands were just as bad. Many rats were running around my feet as bombs and gun shots were going off and many bodies around me. Barbed wire cuts through my skin when I am fighting.
I was scared to death in wet, cold climates, wondering if this is my last hour. The thought of family was driving me on. I can hear the screams of my fellow fighters as they perish around me. The snow has begun to fall, I’m freezing, my feet are as cold as ice! I can feel the Trench Foot rolling in. In this dark, desolate place, the only light is the bombs falling from the sky and the fire all around. The frontline trenches are like Hell! My ears constantly ring from the bombs and shooting all around.
He felt exhausted, his burns getting redder and redder, his cuts bleeding continuously. He had almost given up smelling because of the horrendous urine, dead body smell. His head was hurting from his helmet being to tight. He couldn’t feel his hands or feet, he couldn’t feel anything! His feet were so wrinkly that if you were living in his foot the wrinkles would be like hills. He was walking in a knee-high pile of mud. His boots were slowly rotting away, his jacket almost torn to shreds. But the worst bit was, the enormous cat-sized rats who had been fed up of eating cheese so they started eating the soldiers. No matter how much it hurt or smelled, he still held his head high ready to see another day.
I woke to a tremendous sound. It took me a while to remember where I was. I fell off my bunk with alarming fear. My heart is racing in my chest. As I stand and look about outside, I’m faced with complete devastation! People running and falling in mud. The noise is so monstrous, I clap my hands over my ears.
The horrors keep coming. Gunfire and bombs around my head. The trenches smelt of fear, blood and death. Orders being shouted, over screams and the equipment. I run with my rifle to join the platoon to push our attack further away from the trench.
Once on the frontline, ALL I can see is a blurry vision of smoke, guns and people. Some of my platoon are laying where they fell. Corpses laying, food for the rats. Blood and limbs cover the bare earth. I start my day thinking, will I see the end of this day?
The results of our baking were phenomenal! The children chose which WW1 recipe they wanted to attempt and set to work creating some delicious (some not) snacks and meals. They became aware of the, sometimes unusual, substitutes that were included in the recipes as a result of rationing during the war. This meant that some things didn't taste familiar but others were successful!
For topic this week, the children finished their WW1 war-torn landscape artwork in which they had learnt skills of continuous line drawing, mark-making and creating a sense of distance with foreground, mid ground and distant areas.
They then researched how particular features of the WW1 trenches either led to or attempted to prevent injury and disease. With this information, they were able to apply their new knowledge to creating a labelled diagram of a typical trench.
Luke went one step further with his research and re-enacted a scene in a WW1 trench whilst wearing a real helmet from the time!
What an amazing, emotional, fun-packed and unusual week! I have been totally blown away by the enthusiasm of Perranporth parents, grandparents and children. We have shown resilience and learnt how to adapt to a changing situation once again.
Home learning began on Wednesday and the children have been completing a literacy, maths and topic task each day alongside their exercise and activities around the home. As you can see from the photos, they have also been busy baking, cooking meals, drawing WW1 scenes, horse riding and walking to name but a few.
Our new World War One topic was introduced at school on Monday and we have already learned about why the war began and the countries which made up the Triple Entente and Triple Alliance.
Keep going Perranporth, you are inspirational!
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