Jae Hee Yoo's illustration will be published in the anthology of short stories the Global Classroom is printing.
Students in both primary and secondary had the chance to enter the short story competition with a story or an illustration. The theme was ‘Changes’ and the secondary students had the added challenge of writing their stories in the gothic genre.
With over 1,300 entries from the 28 Nord Anglia Education schools around the world, it was a tough field, but our students did fantastically, with four of them placing in the top 10 in their categories. These top 10 will be published in the book of short stories that the Global Classroom is producing and we can’t wait to see their work in print.
Congratulations go to:
- Natarsha Yan in Year 6 for her story ‘Truth or Dare’
- Abigail Banks-Hehenberger in Year 8 for her story ‘This Won’t Hurt a Bit’
- Freya MacKenzie in Year 9 for her story ‘The Bird on a Perch’, which was also awarded Highly Commended
- Jae Hee Yoo in Year 6 for her illustration that will be published alongside the short stories
You can read excerpts from each of them at the end of this post.
Our other recent success in the Global Classroom has been in the March debate, with Natarsha Yan and Lara Woo, both in Year 6 being awarded a Great Post stamp for their work and Lara being named March Debating Champion.
Lara adds this to her Championship belt as she also won the title back in October! The motion they were debating this month was ‘Wearing school uniform is essential for a good education’. Lara argued for this motion and we wanted to share a little extract from her argument with you - enjoy!
“When students wear their school uniforms, they feel proud of their appearance. They feel more like they belong to a particular school. Yes, I know many students who feel proud in their own casual wear, but part of being proud in school uniform is to get ready for your lives after school. You won’t be able to get what you want all the time, so might as well get used to it now. It’s always better to start early!”
- Lara Woo
‘Truth or Dare’ by Natarsha Yan
I clenched my fists, my face pale. Dread and terror flooded over me. This was it. I had to face it. Now was the moment of doom.
“Emma Dawson, recite to me the first 9 numbers of pi.” Mr. Jones barked. I sat up straight, my face flushed,
“Um, 3.141, uh-“
“Miss. Dawson, surely a 12 year old can say proper English by now, instead of that ridiculous baby talk?” Mr. Jones demanded. The class burst into laughter. I blushed.
“I’m sorry, sir, I-I don’t know.” My voice was barely audible.
“Well, you had better learn it then, hadn’t you? Well, Miss. Connor, will you tell Miss. Dawson here the answer?” Mr. Jones pointed a piece of chalk at Charisa Connor. Slimy, arrogant Charisa Connor.
“Yes, sir, of course, the first nine numbers are 3.14159265.” Charisa said in a ridiculously posh voice, shooting a proud look at me...
‘This Won’t Hurt a Bit’ by Abigail Banks-Hehenberger
Charcoal walls created the first dismal view of the mansion. The windows’ details looked more like bars on a prison cell, and she wasn’t sure if they were meant to keep others out or maybe to keep us in. Steeples and turrets gave the effect of a cathedral, all dark, ominous beauty. The sprawling layout of the grounds had the effect of a castle. The only thing that wasn’t gray and bleak was the garden, thriving from the constant rain. But even that looked like something out of a fairy tale, overgrown and seemingly deserted. Rain had recently fallen, and the pavement was wet and luminescent. Slanting roofs that sloped sharply up into archways had rain still dripping off of them. Dreary clouds hung low over the spires.
“What do you think” Jasmine’s mother asked.
“It’s fine,” She replied unenthusiastically. Her mother shook her head, sighing.
“Jasmine, you’re going to have to say something other than that eventually." Jasmine didn’t reply, but stared out of the window darkly...
‘The Bird on a Perch’ by Freya MacKenzie
Heavily he climbed into bed and closed his eyes. He was so drained and utterly exhausted after today’s horrific and surreal ordeal. Physically and emotionally, he was being pulled into a tortured sleep. He tossed and turned, periodically staring at the blank celling for who knows how many hours until eventually he felt himself being enveloped by a heavy blanket of sleep, turning round to sleep on his front like he always did.
As he gave in to the enticing powers of Master Sleep, he was sharply brought to his senses by a sharp piercing pain in his chest. He rapidly patted his chest down to find what had caused him to be woken so suddenly. It was at this exact moment his heart seemed to stop and a deeper layer was added to his waking nightmare. There was something in his shirt pocket. He reached in and pulled out a single blue feather...