Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Daring Dan thinks he can........





Way, way back in October 2012, the little Sunnyside Reception learners of the day participated in the annual national drawing campaign, The Big Draw. In doing so, they were fortunate enough to be able to work alongside representatives of the extremely clever and creative cooperative Eccleston George Public Artists when they met with them on Whippy Cove's magnificent beach.

Using the beautiful golden sands as their blank canvas, and a variety of specially handcrafted little learner friendly tools, as well as natural finds from the beach itself, everyone had a marvellous morning drawing and creating some brilliant original beach art.

One particular member of the E.G. team who was supporting the little learners that day, was Daring Dan Recycle Man, so called because of his ability to invent and create amazing things from.....well....rubbish, essentially. One of Daring Dan's greatest achievements has to be his enormous wooden tricycle which once he'd finished creating and piecing together, he promptly jumped upon and pedalled off to Spain!

Mrs Crayon became all inspired about Daring Dan Recycle Man and his inventing antics, and this in turn led to the idea of a young aspiring little learner-type inventor which she subsequently wrote about in her poem DARING DAN THINKS He CAN...........FLY. It tells the tale of a young inventor chappie and his desperate attempts to get off the ground despite the continued health risk warnings from his exasperated mother. (Wings and Springs posted November 2012.)


Today, Mrs Crayon is delighted to present to you dear reader, the follow up to said poem. 

So before the new academic year commences and the little Sunnyside learners of 2014-2015 begin their adventure in the Reception Class, let's celebrate once more the genius that is Daring Dan Recycle Man (albeit as he was as a teeny tiny little learner) in his latest daring adventure.




Daring Dan thinks he can...

COOK!


Daring Dan found a book, 
The kind that tells you how to cook.
But Dan was small and still learning to read,
So he wasn't sure of the things he would need.
He thought and thought, and then he said,
"I'm going to make it up instead,
I don't need to read this book, 
I know exactly how to cook!"

Dan found an apron and a wooden spoon,
He found a bowl with lots of room.
He put in jam,
And slices of ham,
He put in bread,
And chocolate spread.
He tipped in three eggs,
And two chicken legs.
He added sauce... 
Tomato of course.
He threw in red cherries,
And juicy strawberries,
He spooned in custard, 
And multi-grain mustard.
He added more sauce,
Tomato of course. 
Then he built a tower with self raising flour,
He spiced it and iced it for half and hour.
He poured on cornflakes,
And stuck in teacakes.
He grated cheese, 
And sprinkled peas,
And round the edge placed lettuce leaves.

Dan didn't stop there, he added more,
Like beans and spaghetti and crunchy coleslaw.
Dan looked for more food, but there was none,
So he declared his masterpiece was done.

Now...on cooking time Dan wanted to save,
So he crammed it all in the microwave.
He pressed the buttons one, two, three,
It started to cook....then SUDDENLY...
There was a crash, and then a clang,
And then a pop, and then a BANG!!!!!

The door blew open, Dan was petrified,
But then he saw the mess inside!
Custard was here and mustard was there,
His tower of flour was everywhere. 
There was cheese on the ceiling and peas on the floor,
There was ham up the walls and jam on the door.

"Uh-oh!" Sighed Dan, "I'm in trouble now,
I need to clean up but I don't know how!
Which of these liquids and sprays do I need?
They're covered with words that I cannot read.
I know!.....I need to invent a machine I guess,
And one that can deal with this terrible mess!"

 So Dan thought and he thought and he thought a bit more,
And then he remembered the dog from next door. 
"Hurrah!" Cried Dan, "This'll be fun!"
And in less than ten seconds the clean-up was done!





Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Bits and bobs and tumbleweed






As Miss Kind desperately tried to ram one last dust pan load of detritus into the classroom's already overflowing waste bin this afternoon, she took a moment to stand back and survey the stark display boards, the clear glass of the classroom windows, (which incidentally no one has seen since the beginning of last September, prior to them becoming covered in vast amounts of bits and bobs,) and the lengths of string (minus their dingle dangles) hanging from the ceiling and gently swaying in the warm breeze emanating from the open windows. All that was needed now thought she, was for some tumbleweed to come rolling past her, and the sad and sorry scene would be complete.

Yes....it is the end of term! The academic year is done, and the time has come when little learners must move on to the next phase in their educational journey - that of year 1. 

The Sunnyside Team have been here before, many many times in fact, but this annual event, still remains as poignant and as emotional as ever. 

While Miss Kind was battling with the waste bin, Mrs Very Jolly and a band of little learner helpers, were busy retrieving all the Blu-tack blobs left behind after the removal of the classroom's mountain of paintings, posters and dingle dangles. 

With their work almost done, and their expanding Blu-tack blob now the size of a tennis ball, Mrs Very Jolly was keen to ask her little helpers how they felt about the prospect of moving to year 1.
"The work is really, really hard you know!" Stated one little learner.
"You do really tricky numbers." Said another.
"You don't do fun things in year one.....that's for the little kids." Ironically informed a third little learner.
"And....." Shouted a little learner from the back of the group as he popped a blob of Blu-Tack in his trouser pocket, "The grown ups aren't allowed to help you in year one, you has to do everyfin' by your own self!"

Standing at Mrs Very Jolly's side was a little learner intently listening to all this spurious information as he was busily squishing a small blob of Blu-Tack between his fingers.
"What about you poppet..." Mrs Very Jolly asked him, "What are you hoping to learn in year one?"
"Well..."  Pondered the little learner for a moment, still furiously squishing his bit of putty, "I'd like to learn to juggle!" 

"Oh!" Was the response to that from a somewhat crest fallen Mrs Very Jolly, because sadly she is unaware of any juggling year 1 teachers at Sunnyside School, in fact, she's not aware of any juggling teachers full stop!

So, dear reader all that remains is to thank you once again for being a faithful visitor to the SUNNYSIDERS blog.

Sunnysiders will return in September with a brand new crew of little learners, led as usual by the non juggling Mrs Jolly, Mrs Very Jolly, Miss Kind, Mrs Caring, Mrs Crayon and Mrs Organised. 

See you then for more fun and learning!




No fun in year one

You're banned from having fun
When you're learning in year one,
You don't get help, so everything's a struggle.
But the fact is I don't care,
You see I'm only going there,
Because I've heard the grown ups teach you how to juggle!

"When I've mastered the Blu Tack I'm allowed to juggle with real balls!"


Saturday, 26 July 2014

Porridge oats and Pigeons








Dried pasta, porridge oats, uncooked rice, squidgy playdough!

No, not the ingredients to a somewhat suspect light supper, but four firm favourite ingredients for a spot of sensory exploration among the little Reception learners at Sunnyside School.

Little learners everywhere will naturally gravitate toward sensory activities. These can include: sand, water, dough, shaving foam, gloop, compost, jelly, paint, pasta, rice, oats, shells, stones and seaweed. 

Apart from contributing to brain and fine motor development in crucial ways, being presented with the opportunity to cover oneself in jelly whilst participating in a sensory activity, is just too good an opportunity to miss for most little learners! 

In the last few days the little Sunnysiders have enjoyed exploring the dried pasta, rice and porridge oats provided in the Tuff Tray outside. It has sparked some wonderful tea shop role play as well as the creation of a variety of delightful and unusual little learner recipes! 

As the little learners transport the dried ingredients all round the garden during their role play games, a large proportion of pasta, rice and oats has travelled to all the four corners of the garden and everywhere else in between! 

Whilst this makes for a tricky clean up operation (try sweeping a ton of oats and rice out of the grass at the end of a busy day) it has greatly benefited the resident Wood Pigeon in the garden, who has taking full of advantage of all the spillages by conducting his own clean up operation after the little learners have returned to the classroom. 

Subsequently, said Pigeon has become a very large Pigeon indeed, and it was Mrs Crayon who observed him this morning (after he'd eaten a breakfast of dried pasta and playdough) furiously flapping about the garden in an attempt to get airborne. In spite of all his efforts, the poor exhausted chap only managed a few brief moments in the air before crashing into the garden's cherry tree, sending a cloud of leaves, feathers and cherries to an altitude significantly higher than he was able to reach . 

After a good o'l chuckle to herself, the cogs and wheels inside Mrs Crayon's head started to whir, as a pigeon-type rhyme began to formulate in her mind. So, when she got home that night she penned the following.



THE PIGEON IN OUR GARDEN


The Pigeon in our garden (although gentle, calm and quiet,)
Has grown to huge proportions from a most unhealthy diet.
He eats up all the pasta that's fallen to the ground,
All the porridge oats, the grains of rice, and any playdough that he's found.
That Pigeon is in our garden eating every single day,
And now he's so enormous that he cannot fly away!

 The poor pigeon in our garden (once so gentle calm and quiet)
Is feeling mighty grumpy since we've put him on a diet.
We sweep up all the pasta that's fallen to the ground,
All the porridge oats, the grains of rice, till nothing can be found!
Now the Pigeon in our garden just mopes about and cries,
But he's showing signs of shrinking to a normal Pigeon size!


"It's just  peas for you Mr Pigeon for the foreseeable!"

Saturday, 12 July 2014

Handbags and bell-bottoms







The end is nigh! The finishing line is in sight! Journey's end is all but complete!

Which ever way you care to express it, the academic year is drawing to a close, and the little Reception Sunnyside learners will soon be heading off to pastures new. 

However, before they leave the Reception class to continue their educational journey into Year 1, the Reception Team comprising of, Mrs Jolly, Mrs Very Jolly, Miss Kind, Mrs Caring, Mrs Crayon and Mrs Organised, have planned lots more exciting learning opportunities for the little learners to enjoy in the remaining few weeks of the summer term.

It is also in these last few weeks that The Team tends to reflect and take stock and begin to fully appreciate just how far the little learners have come since they took their first tentative steps into Sunnyside School's Reception class way back in September. Those once reticent little learners have developed into independent and confident individuals, eager to try out new things and to share their newly acquired knowledge and understanding with anyone who'll listen. 

And it is listening to the little learners that the Team enjoys most of all. Armed with clipboards and pens, team members can be seen all over the setting, listening to little learners and gathering important information that will ultimately help to determine their progress and plan their next steps. 

This afternoon, Mrs Caring positioned herself (for a spot of listening) close to the cut and stick table where a group of six little learners were busy making laptops, handbags, robots, rockets, kites, and a in one particular case, a bunkbed for Sleeping Beauty.


As they snipped and trimmed, taped and tied, folded and glued, this group of little makers chatted to one another about all manner things, leaping seamlessly from one topic to another at breakneck speed for the entire afternoon.

Despite the flames that billowed from her Biro, Mrs Caring did her utmost to accurately note down the little learners' flow of entertaining chit-chat. Luckily for her, she's never quite forgotten the abbreviated symbolic writing method of shorthand, that she learned way back in the days of Raleigh Shopper bicycles and denim bell-bottoms, that helped her to complete this task.

Well done Mrs Caring, lets now enjoy all your hard efforts. 

Picture the scene. Six little learners, some seated, some standing around a large table completely covered with a variety of junk and collage materials. The classroom is quiet and free of other little learners allowing Mrs Caring to hear the six little makers' conversation in detail. 

So here is just a small extract of that conversation.


Little learner 1 "I'm making a handbag!"

L.l 2  "Mine's not a handbag, mine's a bag for my laptop."

L.l 3  (wearing a sun hat) "Well do you know? I'm wearing my delicate sun hat. I got it at Egypt and do you know, I went fishing at Egypt but I couldn't catch some fish 'cause they were too quick for me.......they were turbo fish!"           
L.l 4  "There's no need to shout!"

L.l 5  "If you shout, it hurts your feelings!"                 
                                     
L.l 4  "And your elbow!"

L.l 5  "No! Not your elbow!" 

L.l 3  "If you shout more loud than me, then that's dinosaur shouting!"                  
L.l 6  "Some dogs are allergic to cats, I'm allergic to dinosaurs and roses!"

L.l 1   "I'm going to be a mum when I'm forty four...that's okay isn't it?"

L.l 2  "Well my Mum's really clever, she can hang things and fold things!"  

L.l 5  "Well my Mum's really clever 'cause she can use tweezers!"

L.l 3  "In Benidorm tweezers cost one hundred, but in this world they cost fifty!"

L.l 2  "I've been to Butlin's!

L.l 6  "I've been to Butlin's too!"                                      

L.l 4  "And I have!"

L.l 6  "I never saw you there!"

L.l 2  "Well, I'm going on holiday in a rocket to look at planets!"

L.l 5  "If you tell lies that's naughty. If you're naughty you go to kids' jail. You don't go in a police car, you go in a white cart and they have toilets and I heard on TV they have comfy beds!"

(stunned silence)

L.l 3  "Why did the shoe cross the road?"

L.l 4  "Because it was magic!"

L.l 3  "Nope.......Because it had a foot in it!"

(raucous laughter) 


Guess what Mrs Crayon did when she read the longhand version of Mrs Caring's observation?






Pass the felt pens please


As we're cutting this and taping that,
We take our time and have a chat. 
And chat we do about everything, 
When we stick with glue and tie with string.
There's our clever mums to talk about,
Who fold things up and hang things out.
There's dogs with curious allergies,
Can you pass the felt pens please?
There's our feelings to discuss and share.
I need scissors, have you got a pair?
There's fancy holidays abroad.
I can't cut this bit of chord!
There's dinosaurs and growing flowers,
Two topics we'll discuss for hours.
On having kids we will debate,
Like.....is forty four a bit too late?
There's our ailments and our remedies,
Not to mention all our injuries.
There's fashion and the current trend.
Me Sellotape has lost it's end!
We'll share the jokes that make us laugh.
This stupid thing won't fold in half!
Now hurry up it's half past two,
It's time to pack away the glue,
The scissors and the Sellotape,
The string, the felt pens and the crepe. 
We've made our laptops, bags and kites,
 We've also put the world to rights. 
The day is done, and we are gone
But our words of wisdom linger on!



Tah-Dah!......A fine afternoon's work!

Sunday, 22 June 2014

Travel plans and traffic jams







Hurrah, the Glasgow 2014 Commonwealth Games are almost upon us! 

With the opening ceremony just 31 days away, Sunnyside School is celebrating this international multi-sport event by naming all classes in the school after some of the participating nations.

As the Reception Class will now be referred to as 'Ghana Class' for the duration of the games, Mrs Very Jolly was very keen today to seek out some interesting facts about this sub-Saharan country. So where better thought she, than to start with the little learners themselves. 

It is an established fact that little learners everywhere know absolutely everything about absolutely everything. With that in mind, Mrs Very Jolly began her fact finding quest by asking the little learners in her class if they knew where Ghana was in the world. As quick as a grasshopper in a Formula 1 racing car, a little hand shot into the air with it's exuberant owner shouting out to the group that Ghana was near the library!

This then seemed to open up an enormous can of worms, as a rather heated debate erupted amongst the little learners as to the actual whereabouts of Ghana. As some little learners agreed that Ghana was near the library, others were adamant it was next to the theatre. One particular little learner said he'd seen it by the zoo, whereas another argued that it was "up north".

Whilst Mrs Very Jolly was encouraged by the latter suggestion of "up north", as it did at least venture off the Isle of Wight and on to the mainland, she still felt that she needed to give the little learners a helping hand, by whipping out her whizzy world globe in order to pinpoint Ghana's exact position on the map. 

However, the very idea of popping in to Ghana after returning one's books to the library, seemed an excellent one as far as Mrs Very Jolly was concerned .  




Isle of World

Say you wanna go to Ghana,
You don't have to go by plane,
You just turn right at the library
And head on down the lane.
When you reach the theatre,
Ghana stares you in the face,
You honestly can't miss it,
It's such a massive place!

When you've had enough of Ghana,
Just continue down the lane,
Simply walk around the corner
And you'll find yourself in Spain!
If you go a little further,
And when you have the chance,
Walk directly past the zoo,
And then you'll be in France.

If you're feeling tired and hungry
And you need a cuppa tea,
Catch the number thirty bus,
And ask for Germany.
When it's getting near to bedtime 
And you wanna head back home,
Don't turn left at the pet shop,
Or you'll end up stuck in Rome!



It's a small world!

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Annoying pets and yummy baguettes







The first little learner to step into the classroom this morning, did so by announcing to the world that he was a tuna baguette! 

He was of course sharing his choice of school dinner for today, but it is spur-of-the moment and out of context statements such as this one, that always manages to raise a smile and a good o'l chuckle among the Reception Team at Sunnyside School. Indeed, such statements positively enhance their day. It is also statements such as this one that continues to keep Mrs Crayon well stocked with some splendid doodle and rhyming material.

Other classic little learner one-liners have included: "I've got a kangaroo in my book bag", "There's an elephant in my pond", and "I've got an Easter egg blocking my throat".

However, it was the little learner who announced to The Team, that his hamster repeated everything he said, that has always firmly stuck in Mrs Crayon's rhyming mind. And just as the whole dinner lady trapping incident featured in last week's post prompted a long over due rhyme, so has the notion of an overly chatty hamster.

So.....take it away once more Mrs Crayon!




I bought m'self a hamster

I bought m'self a hamster,
But he's gettin' on me wick,
It seems he has developed
An irritating trick.
For everything I say to him 
He then says back to me,
I never knew a hamster
Could chatter endlessly.
At first I found him funny,
So I showed him to me mates.
But now he's gone beyond a joke
'Cause on me nerves he grates!
I think it's time he took a hike
'Cause in my family,
There's room for just one chatterbox,
And that chatterbox is ME!



"I should have bought a rabbit!"

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Dust pans and dinner ladies






There is something afoot! 

Something mysterious involving the classroom dustpan and brush! It, along with all it's subsequent replacements are vanishing from the Sunnyside Reception classroom.

The Team are not only puzzled by these dustpan disappearances, they are also extremely frustrated by them, because without a dust pan and brush, ridding the classroom floor of a ton of rice, pasta, and out of season glitter, is a virtual impossibility. Therefore, it has become absolutely necessary lately for the Reception Team to appeal to the caring and sharing nature of the Sunnyside School dinner ladies for the use of one of their state of the art, 'no need for bending', industrial strength dust pan and brushes. 

And it is this somewhat uninspiring, yet absolutely vital classroom implement that has inspired Mrs Crayon's rhyme today. 

As she was carefully considering how best to ask a kindly dinner lady for the use of her dustpan and brush yet again, she was suddenly reminded of the time when a dinner lady entered the Reception classroom, (to retrieve her unreturned dust pan and brush) in which Mrs Very Jolly was clearing away the aftermath of a Papier Mache activity. The resulting copious amounts of runny glue and newspaper coating the classroom floor, caused the poor unsuspecting dinner lady to stick firmly to it. 

When the combined hysterical laughter of Mrs Very Jolly, trapped dinner lady, and little learners had subsided, they all managed to compose themselves long enough to release the poor dinner lady from her sticky snare.

Whilst Mrs Crayon celebrated this unlikely yet hilarious episode with a doodle some time ago, she has long felt it her duty to compliment said doodle with a short and snappy rhyme.

So here it is..........better late than never Mrs Crayon!




If you want to trap a dinner lady. 


If you want to trap a dinner lady
All you have to do, 
Is take away her pan and brush,
And coat the floor with glue.
When she comes to look for them
Of this you can be sure,
She'll find herself completely stuck,
To your classroom floor!