Page 1 of 65 Day 1 - Literacy Wild Ride This story takes place in a huge grassland area in southern Africa. The grasslands there are called 'savannah'. Dawn was casting spun-gold threads across a rosy sky over Sawubona Game Reserve as Martine Allen took a last look around to ensure there weren't any witnesses. She leaned forward like a jockey on the track, wound her fingers through a silver mane, and cried, 'Go, Jemmy, go.' The white giraffe sprang forward so suddenly that she was almost unseated, but she recovered and, wrapping her arms around his neck, quickly adjusted to the familiar rhythm of Jemmy's rocking-horse stride. They swept past the dam and a herd of bubble-blowing hippos, past a flock of startled egrets lifting from the trees like white glitter, and out onto the open savannah plain. An early morning African chorus of doves, crickets and go-away birds provided a soundtrack. For a long time Martine had only ever ridden Jemmy at night and in secret, but when her grandmother had found out about their nocturnal adventures she'd promptly banned them, on the grounds that the game reserve's deadliest animals were all in search of dinner after dark and there was nothing they'd like more than to feast on a giraffe-riding eleven-year-old. For a while Martine had defied her, but after several close calls and one terrible row with her grandmother, she had come to accept that the old lady was right. When lions were on the hunt, the game reserve was best avoided. Another of her grandmother's rules was that Martine ride sedately at all times. 'No faster than a trot and, in fact, I'd rather you stuck to a walk,' she'd counselled sternly. Martine had paid almost no attention. The way she saw it, Jemmy was a wild animal and it was only fair that he should have the freedom to do what came naturally, and if that meant tearing across the savannah at a giraffe's top speed of thirty-five kilometres per hour, well, there wasn't a lot she could do about it. It wasn't as if she had reins to stop him. Besides, what was the point of riding a giraffe if the most he was permitted to do was plod along like some arthritic pony from the local stables?
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Day 1 - Literacy
Wild Ride
This story takes place in a huge grassland area in southern Africa. The grasslands there are called 'savannah'.
Dawn was casting spun-gold threads across a rosy sky over Sawubona Game Reserve as Martine Allen took a last look around to ensure there weren't any witnesses. She leaned forward like a jockey on the track, wound her fingers through a silver mane, and cried, 'Go, Jemmy, go.'
The white giraffe sprang forward so suddenly that she was almost unseated, but she recovered and, wrapping her arms around his neck, quickly adjusted to the familiar rhythm of Jemmy's rocking-horse stride. They swept past the dam and a herd of bubble-blowing hippos, past a flock of startled egrets lifting from the trees like white glitter, and out onto the open savannah plain. An early morning African chorus of doves, crickets and go-away birds provided a soundtrack.
For a long time Martine had only ever ridden Jemmy at night and in secret, but when her grandmother had found out about their nocturnal adventures she'd promptly banned them, on the grounds that the game reserve's deadliest animals were all in search of dinner after dark and there was nothing they'd like more than to feast on a giraffe-riding eleven-year-old. For a while Martine had defied her, but after several close calls and one terrible row with her grandmother, she had come to accept that the old lady was right. When lions were on the hunt, the game reserve was best avoided.
Another of her grandmother's rules was that Martine ride sedately at all times. 'No faster than a trot and, in fact, I'd rather you stuck to a walk,' she'd counselled sternly.
Martine had paid almost no attention. The way she saw it, Jemmy was a wild animal and it was only fair that he should have the freedom to do what came naturally, and if that meant tearing across the savannah at a giraffe's top speed of thirty-five kilometres per hour, well, there wasn't a lot she could do about it. It wasn't as if she had reins to stop him. Besides, what was the point of riding a giraffe if the most he was permitted to do was plod along like some arthritic pony from the local stables?
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Jemmy clearly agreed. They flew across the grassy plain with the spring breeze singing in Martine's ears. 'Faster, Jemmy!' she yelled. 'Run for your life.' And she laughed out loud at the heart-pounding thrill of it, of racing a wild giraffe.
A streak of grey cut across her vision, accompanied by a furious, nasal squeal: 'Mmwheeeh!'. Jemmy swerved. In the instant before her body parted company with the white giraffe's, Martine caught a glimpse of a warthog charging from its burrow, yellow tusks thrust forward. Had her arms not been wrapped so tightly around the giraffe's neck, she would have crashed ten feet to the ground. As it was, she just sort of swung under his chest like a human necklace. There she dangled while Jemmy pranced skittishly and the warthog, intent on defending her young, let out enraged squeals from below. Five baby warthogs milled around in bewilderment, spindly tails pointing heavenwards.
The pain in Martine's arms was nearly unbearable, but she didn't let go. She adored warthogs – warts, rough skin, ugly ears and all – but their Hollywood movie star eyelashes didn't fool her. In a blink of those lashes, their tusks could reduce her limbs to bloody ribbons.
'Jemmy,' she said through gritted teeth, 'walk on. Good boy.'
Confused, the white giraffe started to lower his neck as he backed away from the warthog.
'No, Jemmy!' shrieked Martine as the warthog nipped at the toe of one of her boots. 'Walk! Walk on!'
Jemmy snatched his head up to evade the warthog's sharp tusks, and Martine was able to use the momentum to hook her legs around his neck. From there, she was able to haul herself onto his back and urge him into a sprint. Soon the warthog family was a grey blur in the distance, although the mother's grunts of triumph took longer to fade.
Martine rode the rest of the way home at a gentle walk, a thoughtful smile on her lips. That would teach her to show off – even if it was only to an audience of hippos. At the game reserve gate, Jemmy dipped his head and Martine slid down his silvery neck as though she was shooting down a waterslide. That, too, wasn't the safest way of dismounting, but it was fun. She gave the white giraffe a parting hug, and strolled through the mango trees to the thatched house.
1. Circle the correct option to complete each sentence below.
(a) The text begins with Martine going out to ride her giraffe...
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1 mark
(b) Martine rode her giraffe...
1 mark
(c) Everything was fine on that day until...
1 mark
(d) At the end of the text, Martine...
1 mark
2. Look at the first paragraph, beginning: Dawn was casting...
How do you know that Martine wanted to keep this ride a secret?
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9. Do you think that Martine will change her behaviour on future giraffe rides?
Tick one.
yes
no
maybe
Explain your choice fully, using evidence from the text.
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3 marks
10. In what ways might Martine’s character appeal to many readers?
Explain fully, referring to the text in your answer.
3 marks
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11. Draw lines to match each part of the story with the correct quotation from the text.
1 mark
Maths
Q1.The children at Farmfield School are collecting money for charity.
Their target is to collect £360
So far they have collected £57.73
How much more money do they need to reach their target?
1 mark
Q2.Write the three missing digits to make this addition correct.
2 marks
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Q3.The numbers in this sequence increase by the same amount each time.
Write the missing numbers.
2 marks
Q4.Dev thinks of a whole number.
He multiplies it by 4
He rounds his answer to the nearest 10
The result is 50
Write all the possible numbers that Dev could have started with.
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Q5.In each box, circle the number that is greater.
1.2
1.3
1.4
1.5
2 marks
Problem solving - Satisfying Four Statements
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Age 7 to 11
Ash, Si, Sami and Mani are playing a game. Each of them writes down a statement that describes a set of numbers.
Ash writes "Multiples of five". Si writes "Triangular numbers".
Sami writes "Even, but not multiples of four". Mani writes "Multiples of three but not multiples of nine".
Can you find 10 numbers that belong in each set?
Can you find some two-digit numbers that belong in two of the sets?
Can you find some two-digit numbers that belong in three sets?
Can you find some numbers that belongs in all four sets?
If you are unsure about them, these are triangular numbers:
1, 3, 6, 10, 15, 21, 28, 36, 45, ...
It is simply the number of dots in each triangular pattern:
Afternoon
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Business Challenge
Imagine that you are going to start your own business.
What would it be?
What would you sell?
What would you make?
What would you fix?
What would you do?
Your business can be a type of business that already exists, like a bakery,
a fishing shop, a restaurant or a computer repair business. Or, you might
have an idea for a business that has not been thought of before. Either
way, you need to think of ways that would attract customers to your
business.
Would you have a shop?
Would you need a vehicle?
Would you work from home?
Your challenge is to design an advert for your business, that shows your
customers that you are better than other companies. You can make a
poster advert, or a storyboard for a t.v. commercial. Maybe you could
write a script for a radio advert.
If you have time, try more than one – the most successful advertising
campaigns use a range of types of advertising.
Can you think of a logo for your business to include in the adverts?
Does your business have a slogan that the customer will easily
remember?
Day 2 – Literacy
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Space Tourism
In 1969, a man walked on the Moon for the first time. After this, many
people thought that space travel would be available by the year 2000
and that we would all be space tourists. However, here we are in 2015
and space tourism is still an impossible dream for most of us. It is a
reality for only a very few, very rich, people.
How would you get to your space hotel?
In the future there may be hotels in space for all the tourists. It wouldn’t take long for the space shuttle to get out of the Earth’s atmosphere. Then, without Earth’ gravity, you would become weightless. Arrival at the hotel would be like an aeroplane parking at an airport but you would leave the cabin floating along the access tube, holding on to a cable.
Fact: The Russian Space Agency offers flights on board a spacecraft to the International Space Station (ISS), where people can stay. The ISS was built in 1998 and is so big that it can be seen from Earth. Tickets to the ISS are very limited.
What would a space holiday be like?
Once in the hotel, you could admire the unique views of Earth and space and enjoy the endless entertainment of being weightless – and there would always be the possibility of a space-walk.
Fact: The first tourist in pace was Dennis Tito in 2001. His trip cost him around £14 million.
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Who has already had a holiday in space?
In 2006, Anousheh Ansari became the first female space tourist when she made the trip from Russia to the International Space Station (ISS). Anousheh stayed on the ISS for eight days and kept a blog (an online diary). Parts of her blog are shown here.
Anousheh’s Space Blog
September 25th
Everyone wants to know: how do you take a shower in space? How do you brush your teeth? Well my friends, I must admit keeping clean in space is not easy! There is no shower with running water. Water does not ‘flow’ here, it ‘floats’ – which makes it a challenging act to clean yourself. There are wet towels, wet wipes and dry towels that are used. Now brushing your teeth in space is another joy. You cannot rinse your mouth and spit after brushing, so you end up rinsing and swallowing. Astronauts call it the ‘fresh mint effect’.
September 27th
Being weightless has some wonderful advantages. You can lift a really heavy object with one hand and move it around with one finger. You can fly and float around instead of walking. You can do somersaults at any age. Everything is effortless. If you want to move forward, you slightly touch a wall with one finger and you start moving in the opposite direction. If you have left your book at the other side of the module, no problem – you ask someone close to it to send it to you. That means they pick it up and very gently push it towards you, and here it is – your book flying to you all the way from the other side.
Shooting stars Be a space tourist at home
While space travel is an impossibility for most of us, you can still be a tourist from here on Earth by spotting shooting stars!
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Space is full of huge and tiny pieces of rock, which burn up in a flash when they enter the Earth’s atmosphere. The flash of burning rock is called a meteor. As it moves through the night sky, you can see the trail it leaves behind – which is what we know as a shooting star.
On most clear nights, you should be able to see up to 10 meteors every hour. But, at certain times of the year, many more meteors appear than usual. When this happens, we call it a meteor shower.
Star spotters' guide to seeing shooting stars
1. Find out when a meteor shower is due and arrange to go star spotting with an adult (they don’t have to be an expert!).
2. Wear warm clothes and equip yourself with a blanket, a pillow and a torch.
3. You do NOT need a telescope or binoculars.
4. Go outside and find somewhere that is far away from town lights.
5. When you have found your spot, lie down on your blanket, switch OFF your torch and stare up at the sky.
6. Allow some minutes to pass. The longer you look, the more stars you will see as your eyes get used to the darkness.
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Maths
Q1. In this circle, and are shaded.
What fraction of the whole circle is not shaded?
2 marks
Q2. Write the missing number to make this division correct.
1 mark
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Q3. Round 84,516
to the nearest 10
to the nearest 100
to the nearest 1,000
2 marks
Q4.Amina posts three large letters.
The postage costs the same for each letter.
She pays with a £ 20 note.
Her change is £14.96
What is the cost of posting one letter?
2 marks
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Q5. Ally and Jack buy some stickers.
Ally buys a pack of 12 stickers for £10.49
Jack buys 12 single stickers for 99p each.
How much more does Jack pay than Ally?
2 marks
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Problem solving - Marvellous Matrix
Age 7 to 11
This problem was written for new year 2002.
Circle any number in the matrix, for example, 608 as below. Draw a line through all the
squares that lie in the same row and column as your selected number.
Circle another number which has not got a line through it, for example, 343 and again
rule out all squares in the same row and column.
Repeat for a third time, then circle the remaining number which has not got a line through it.
Add all the circled numbers together. Note your answer.
Try again with a different starting number. What do you notice?
See if you can work out how this matrix works.
Below is a simpler one which might be easier to investigate.
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Afternoon
Future Challenge
You walk into the classroom one morning, only
to find out that the year is 2099.
What is different?
What is in the classroom and how does it
work?
Is there a teacher? Is it a human?
Your first task is to draw what the classroom looks like. Make sure
you include all of the details – furniture, equipment, lighting,
displays, other people. Label your drawing so that it shows what
things are and how they work.
Your second task is to make a timetable for a typical day in this
2099 classroom. Do you still have playtime and lunchtime? What about
assemblies? Are the lessons the same or different?
Finally, write a short paragraph explaining whether you think the
classroom would be better now or in the future and why.
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Day 4 – Literacy
Treasure Island
About the book
Treasure Island, written by Robert Louis Stevenson, was first published in 1883 as a serial in a children’s magazine. It has an exciting plot with many twists and turns, originally designed to encourage readers to buy the next issue of the magazine.
Treasure Island is referred to in another well-known children’s book, Swallows and Amazons (published in 1930) and also in the film, Pirates of the Caribbean (2003). In 2012 Silver, a sequel to Treasure Island written by the poet Andrew Motion, was published.
There are more film versions of Treasure Island than any other classic novel. There have also been television and radio productions and even, in 2009, a computer game.
The story of Treasure Island starts with a young boy, named Jim Hawkins, finding a map showing the location of buried treasure on a remote island. He tells Trelawney, who buys a ship (the Hispaniola), and they set sail in search of the treasure, with Jim on board as ship’s boy. During the voyage, they discover that some of the crew are also secretly after the treasure. In this extract, Jim describes his first impressions of Treasure Island.
We had made a great deal of way during the night, and were now lying
becalmed about half a mile to the south-east of Treasure Island. Grey-
coloured woods covered a large part of the surface. This even tint was broken
up by streaks of yellow sand in the lower lands, and by many tall trees of the
pine family, out-topping the others – some singly, some in clumps; but the
general colouring was uniform and sad. The hills ran up clear above the
vegetation in spires of naked rock. All were strangely shaped, and the Spy-
glass, which was the tallest rock on the island, was likewise the strangest in
shape, running up sheer from almost every side, and then suddenly cut off at
the top like a pedestal to put a statue on.
The Hispaniola was rolling under in the ocean swell. The mast was creaking,
the rudder was banging to and fro, and the whole ship moaning, groaning and
jumping like a factory. I had to cling tight to the ropes, and the world turned
giddily before my eyes; for though I was a good enough sailor when there was
way on, this standing still and being rolled about like a bottle was a thing I
never learned to bear, without a qualm or two, on an empty stomach.
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Perhaps it was this; perhaps it was the look of the island with its grey,
melancholy woods, and wild stone spires and the surf that we could both see
and hear foaming and thundering on the steep beach – and you would have
thought anyone would have been glad to get to land after being so long at sea
– but my heart sank into my boots; and from that first look onward, I hated the
very thought of Treasure Island.
We had a dreary morning’s work before us, for there was no sign of any wind,
and the rowing boats had to be got out and the ship towed three or four miles
up a narrow passage to the haven behind the island. I volunteered for one of
the boats. The heat was sweltering, and the crew grumbled fiercely over their
work. I thought this was a very bad sign; for up to that day, the men had gone
willingly and briskly about their business; but the very sight of the island had
relaxed the cords of discipline.
We brought up about a third of a mile from either shore, Treasure Island on
one side, and Skeleton Island on the other. The bottom was clean sand. The
plunge of our anchor sent up clouds of birds wheeling and crying over the
woods; but in less than a minute they were down again, and all was once more
silent.
The place seemed entirely land locked, buried in woods, the trees coming
right down to high-water mark, the shores mostly flat, and the hill tops
standing round at a distance in a sort of amphitheatre, one here, one there.
Two little rivers, or, rather two swamps, emptied out into this pond, as you
might call it; and the foliage round that part of the shore had a kind of
poisonous brightness.
There was not a breath of air moving, nor a sound but that of the surf booming
half a mile away along the beaches and against the rocks outside. A peculiar
stagnant smell hung over the anchorage – a smell of sodden leaves and rotting
tree trunks. I observed the doctor sniffing and sniffing like someone tasting a
bad egg.
‘I don’t know about treasure,’ he said, ‘but I’ll stake my wig there’s fever
here.’
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1. According to the text, in what way is Treasure Island still influential?