English
Language Module
Aims and Objectives
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AssessmentContinuous assessment through oral and written presentations
EvaluationStudents to write a personalised conclusion on what they have learned during the course of the module
"Literacy is the path from slavery to freedom..." |
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Heirs to his throne
Standing there in the late mourning air, Three children clinging to his waist A forth sleeping in his arms. The smell of freshly turned dirt Still wafts through the wind. Today he had to bury his wife , A caring, courageous, beautiful soul . A beloved mother to four. A tear rolls down his cheek , Quickly he wipes it away, to put on a smile. He needs to be strong for his kids. To teach them life will carry on, Whilst he is crumbling inside. And that’s what he does, He manages that smile every day. For he sees her beauty every morning In each of the four. He found the dancer in the youngest, The daring, free spirited soul, the eldest. Whilst his second born renews her recipes Her twinkling eyes, full of laughter remain in the third. I never got to see that tear that fell, That glimpse of pain in his eyes, Nor that fracture in his shell. But I thank him for his protection. For we all grew strong, empathizing and considerate. All Heirs to his throne. By Helena Bonar |
Winter
I gaze at the stars and maybe even Mars They are all so bright on this wonderful winter night I can feel the freeze with the breeze Watching the trees They're swaying with grace In this wonderful place. by Aaron Lynch Winter
I step outside with my winter coat, Walking slowly on the frozen ground, The water lines the road like a moat, As it flows there is no sound. There is no longer an Autumn gale, Which brought leaves to the ground, In multi-coloured hail. There is now a Winter breeze, Which expels icy air, Along with the decayed leaves. The air stings like a hundred bitter bees, The sky darkens as the rain batters down, Hitting the ground with a soft but powerful sound. By Luke Houghton and Shea O’Sullivan |
The feeling of...
The feeling of fear The fear of being alone The feeling of despair The fear of having no hope You’re stuck in a state of mind You tell yourself you don’t care But the worry is always there You’re feeling conflicted, confused The feeling of relief When you don’t have to speak, Answer the question, Say what you think The truth is, these feelings Never go away Like a tap on the shoulder A whisper in your ear Begins to smother you You scream for help No one can hear Feels like you’re drowning While everyone else is breathing You’re cynical, a pessimist, Skeptical, suspicious But you try feeling anxious Everytime you have to speak You can hear your heartbeat in your ears Your stomach turning like the tides Your hands trembling like leaves But you smile as wide as the moon by Emma McGarry |
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