Last week, the students of divisions 1 and 2 visited the Bose Corn Maze. Mother Nature was kind to us as it was a beautiful sunny fall day! Student tackled the complicated maze in small groups. They worked together to answer trivia questions. These questions, when correctly answered, led them out of the maze. The teachers also did the maze, and got completely lost! Rumour has it a certain teacher may have used her cell phone to look up an answer or two. Even with this advantage, many students beat the teachers out of the maze! We definitely have a clever bunch this year. We hope everyone enjoyed their day at The Bose Corn Maze. It was a great classroom community building activity and a nice way to get outside to get our hearts pumping.
Last Friday we celebrated Orange Shirt Day at Dogwood. As part of our language arts studies surrounding this important day, the students of divisions 1 and 2 read picture books about Residential Schools. Students worked in groups to create found poems based on their books. Each group had the opportunity to present their poem with the whole group. We were impressed with the powerful messages and feelings these poems left us with. They made us realize the importance of Orange Shirt Day and recognize that we must remember the past to create a better future.
One, Two, Three One, two, three Her voice travelled from tree to tree No matter where you go, no matter what you do I want you to remember Please keep my memories and my family safe I will remember everything One, two three It’s time for you to go I am not a Number Never forget who I am I am not a number I couldn’t let go I can’t escape Please don’t hurt me I yelped in pain The worst was still to come Haunted by images My heart sank A part of me was dying Never forget what I am When I was Eight When I was eight Black cloaked nun Hiding my fear Muscles ached Reluctantly shutting out all light Hasty escape A scream built in my chest, but I held it in She couldn’t wear out my determination There is no stopping me I am not a Number I am not a number The dark figure backlit by the sun The nightmares began Make sure to rub the brown off Please don’t hurt me Hot coals I blew gently on the red welt I wanted to scream Now I felt as if a part of me was dying We cant have you messing with the outside world The tiny spark of safety died You’ll never take them I’ve thought about you everyday Why are we treated so cruelly? Why must I change? |