Gifted and Talented Programmes at VAS
12 Jun 2019
2019 VAS Writers
This year we have some amazing writers from Year 4 and 6 who have entered into the 100 Word Challenge. Check out their great work on the VAS Writers Blog.
14 Sept 2017
Mathex Winners
Four Year 5 and 6 teams competed once again in the Remuera Zone Mathex Competition this term with great success. At great speed and under considerable pressure the teams race for 20 minutes to solve some very challenging maths problems. A huge congratulations to all four teams as they all did us proud. The Year 6A dis particularly winning the Year 6 competition.
The Year 6 winners!!! |
EPRO8 Challenge Success!
Congratulations to the 'Tech Storm' team who came in third place and 'The Children of Tech' who came first place. Both of these teams will compete in a further challenge in November.
Tech Storm came in third place |
Children of Tech - Overall winners! |
The Nanodragons hard at work |
Well done to The Electromagnets also! |
8 Aug 2017
Congratulations to Our Lit Quiz Teams!!!
On Wednesday 2 August two teams of Year 5 and 6 students took part in the Remuera Cluster Literature Quiz at St Thomas’s School. Last term the teams were provided with a prescribed list of 13 books, and all students worked extremely hard to read, understand and recall quotes, authors, characters, events and details in these books. We are very pleased to say that both teams did teams achieved extremely well in the competition. Team A came 6th (out of 28 teams) and Team B won the overall competition. We are very proud of them all!
Team A
Fiona He (Yr 6), Reeve Innes (Yr 6), Caroline Wang (Yr 5)
Sub - Duncan Isherwood (Yr 5)
Team B
George Cullen-Hieatt(Yr 6), Maya McCarthy (Yr 5), Anna Schellekens (Yr 6)
Sub - Shaelyn Greene (Yr 5)9 Apr 2016
Creative Writers
At the end of 2015 a group of Year Three and Four writers worked with Miss Kelly to write some their own interpretations of well known stories. These are just some of the results....
The End.
Well let’s just say... HE WAS NEVER SEEN AGAIN!!!!!! Dun, dun, dun… THE END!!
The End.
The End.
The End.
‘The Nightingale’
By Fiona, Age 9, Year 4, 2015.
Based On A
Story By Hans Christian Andersen
Gifted &
Talented Writing: Year 3 & 4
Once
there was an emperor who was very wealthy. His palace was made of the finest
marble and his furniture was made of the smoothest leather. His garden had the
prettiest flowers and the garden was as big as a forest. The silver bells
chimed softly in the wind each day.
In the
garden there was a calm lake that would always flow softly. Next to the lake
was a tree with beautiful flowers that danced on the spot. In that tree there
lived a nightingale who would sing with the sweetest voice. The nightingale
would sit in the tree near the lake and let out its sweet, sweet voice.
If some
visitors were walking past the lake they were completely amazed by the sound of
such a sweet voice. The nightingale’s voice would be flowing through the air
like a boat flying across the water. When they heard the nightingale’s song
they would leave letters praising what they had witnessed.
One day
the emperor read some of the letters and was surprised that he had such an
amazing treasure in his garden. He called the Grand Chamberlain as quick as
lightning eager to hear the nightingale. He ordered “Go out and find this
nightingale, I wish to hear it’s sweet voice!”
The
emperor’s servants searched day and night, but none of them found the little
nightingale. The truth was that actually none of them had even seen or heard of
the nightingale in their life. They repeatedly searched the big garden, searching
for the sweet and beautiful sound of the nightingale.
A small
girl who worked in the palace kitchen went to talk to the emperor’s servants.
She crept up silently like a cheetah stalking it’s prey. “I know the
nightingale very well, it sings such beautiful songs that they bring tears to
my eyes. I hear the voice whistle from the trees next to the lake. The melody
is as warm as a hot summer day,” the little girl said shyly.
The girl
stepped outside into the garden. “Whoosh!” a gust of wind ran by. The girl took
the men deep into the garden. They all stopped at the cry of a cow, “Moo!” The
Grand Chamberlain asked “Is that the nightingale?” The little girl replied “No,
that’s a cow!”
Later,
“Ribbit-ribbit!” “The nightingale!” the men shouted. “No that’s a frog,”
replied the girl.
The small
girl took them further into the forest garden and found the nightingale. “The
nightingale is over there” she whispered. Everyone was silent listening to the
nightingale’s beautiful song that was as clear as a crystal bell.
The Grand
Chamberlain expected a tall and elegant bird but the nightingale was short and
plain grey. The nightingale agreed to live in the palace with the emperor.
Then one
day the emperor received a toy nightingale made out of gold studded with rubies
and diamonds. When he turned the key the toy would sing with it’s beautiful
voice. The nightingale saw the emperor play and play with his new toy bird. The
sad little bird flew back to the forest.
One
day... “Thump!” The toy nightingale was broken. No matter how many times the
key was turned, the toy bird didn’t dance or sing. The emperor called the
repairman, but he just sadly shook his head.
A few
years passed and the emperor had a terrible vision. He knew it was about the
bad deeds he had done in the past. He had taken a real bird from his garden and
made him sing each day and then replaced it with a toy bird that was prettier
with jewels.
Then from
his window sill was a familiar sound of the nightingale. When the emperor awoke
he was happy and as light as a feather because the real nightingale had
returned to be with him. The nightingale sang for the emperor again, but was
allowed to return to his tree home if it wanted.
The End.
‘The Nightingale’
By Wooyoung, Age 9, Year 4, 2015.
Based On A
Story by Hans Christian Andersen
Gifted & Talented Writing: Year 3 & 4
Once
there was an emperor called Emperor Wang. Emperor Wang had the most beautiful
palace known at the time. Its walls were made of gold and its floors were made
of the finest marble. All his furniture was made with the best copper in the
world. In Emperor Wang’s garden, there were lots of beautiful wild life such as
swans, butterflies and pandas. There was every type of flower you could think
of. Silver bells chimed in the cool breeze.
Next to
the garden was a river and next to the river was a forest, and in that forest
was a nightingale. The nightingale sang so sweetly that it would bring tears to
your eyes.
Some
visitors at the palace were touring next to the lake when they heard the
nightingale’s voice that was crystal clear like the river. They left letters
and pieces of poetry, praising whatever they heard.
One day
the emperor read some of these writings and said “Do I have such a valuable
treasure in my garden?” He immediately summoned his Grand Chamberlain to look
for the nightingale. “Go find this nightingale for I shall see how sweet its
voice is,” ordered Emperor Wang.
All the
Grand Chamberlain’s men searched the garden but they couldn't find the
marvellous nightingale. In fact, nobody had seen the wonderful nightingale,
they had only heard it.
A small,
stocky boy whose name was David Li, surprised the Grand Chamberlain by saying
that he knew the nightingale very well. “I could take you to the nightingale if
you want,” said the boy.
The small
stocky boy led the subjects towards the deep beautiful woods. Moooooo -
moooooo! The Grand Chamberlain asked hopefully “Is that the nightingale?” “No,”
said the boy. “It’s a cow.” Further on, they heard a Ribbit - Ribbit! “The
nightingale!” the Grand Chamberlain yelled. “You are unfortunately incorrect,”
said the boy sadly. Suddenly there was a crystal clear sound and everyone fell
silent, just listening. “That’s the nightingale!” whispered the boy.
The Grand
Chamberlain expected an elegant, fine and colourful bird. But the nightingale
was a plain black bird. The men of the Grand Chamberlain approached the
nightingale and asked “Little nightingale, will you come to the palace where
the emperor lives to sing at his party tonight?” The little nightingale replied
“My songs are best heard in the forest, but for the emperor, I shall sing for
him.”
Night
came and the glamorous party started. The nightingale flew and sat in front of
the emperor. Everyone fell silent. Then the nightingale began to sing.
The song
was the sweetest, so sweet that a tear fell from the emperor’s eye. “Oh
nightingale!” he cried. “Please stay!” The nightingale sung its beautiful songs
each day for the emperor.
One day,
the nightingale ran out of songs to sing to the emperor, so he flew away. The
emperor was sad that the nightingale went, so he bought a toy nightingale. When
one of his subjects turned the key, the toy nightingale flicked its tail and
sang just like the nightingale.
As for
the real nightingale, it went back home and summoned up more songs for the
emperor.
A few
years passed, and the emperor grew very ill. Everyone whispered that soon he
would die. He spent all his weeks lying in his enormous bed.
One very
dark night, the emperor saw a terrible vision: Death was standing at the foot
of the bed, wearing the emperor’s crown. In one hand, Death was holding the
emperor’s golden sword, and in the other hand, he held the emperor’s flag.
“Please let it stop!” he cried. “Let the nightingale sing!” Nobody in the palace
heard him.
As Death
came closer, the emperor became weaker and weaker. Then he sadly died of
weakness.
So there
was a new emperor, who prayed, in sorrow for the dead emperor at his memorial.
The End.
‘Timmy The Lion And The Twenty-Seven Piglets’
By Reeve, Age 9, Year 4, 2015.
Based On A Story By The Brothers Grimm
Gifted & Talented Writing: Year 3 & 4
“Okay
kids, I’m off to the supermarket. Wait a minute… Tommy, where’s my credit
card?” questioned mother pig. “Sorry Mummy,” Tommy the piglet replied, handing
over the credit card. “I’ll be thirty minutes maximum, so don’t open the door
or Timmy (the yellow-footed thundery voiced lion) will try and eat you!” “Okay
Mummy, bye!” called all the piglets in perfect harmony.
Five
minutes after mother pig left, Timmy (the yellow-footed thundery voiced lion)
invaded the (secret) location where the pig family happened to live. But, he
couldn’t get the heavy iron reinforced door to budge. So eventually Timmy the
lion gave up and just said “Kids I’m back and I’ve got some treats for you, so
let me in!” “No way, you’re the lion Mummy warned us about. Our mother has a non-thundery
voice and you’ve got the opposite! Go away NOW!” all the piglets yelled
together.
So Timmy
the lion ran away to his (also secret) location which he happened to live in
and practised his non-thundery voice. After pretty much mastering ‘The Voice’
he returned to the secret location where the pig family happened to live
and didn’t even bother trying to break in, he just said “I’m back from the,
the, the wherever I went and I’ve got you all some treats.” “Show us your
feet!” yelled the piglets. Timmy the lion hoped pig’s feet were yellow. His
slimy, dirty, fat and beastly foot was held up to the window in the door.
Suddenly,
Timmy found himself at the Sunday fair rubbing candyfloss onto his feet to make
them pink after being rejected by the piglets. The candyfloss crawled all over
his feet.
After no
yellow was showing, Timmy headed back to the secret location that the
pigs happened to live in. “Okay come in,” the piglets said when Timmy finished
showing the pigs his feet.
It took
quite a long time for the piglets to open the heavy iron reinforced door, but
when they did… Timmy the lion came in and swallowed all of the twenty-seven
piglets except one of them which was hiding in a cardboard box. So Timmy went
away for a nap.
Coincidentally
mother pig arrived just as Timmy left and questioned what was going on. So as
fast as the wind the last piglet explained everything.
After
waking him up, confronting Timmy the lion and tranquillising him, mother pig
went to the secret location that her and her family happened to live in
and got her scissors and sewing needles. The scissors sunk into Timmy’s belly
like a hot knife in butter.
When all
of her children were out of Timmy’s belly they helped mother pig fill Timmy
with rocks. When Timmy woke up he was a boulder as he rolled down the hill into
the bottom of the river because the rocks made him extremely heavy.
VICTORY!!!
thought the pigs when they heard a humongous SPLASH! They celebrated all night
and lived happily ever after.
Until the
morning when father pig came home, and the house fell down and crushed them
all!
The End.
‘The Oversized Minion And The Seventeen Newts’
By George, Age 9, Year 4, 2015.
Based On A Story
By The Brothers Grimm
Gifted &
Talented Writing: Years 3 & 4
Once there was a newt called Stephanette who possessed seventeen young
newts. Stephanette went out to buy some food from Countdown. Stephanette said
“If an oversized minion asks to come in, don’t let him. He has one eye with a
silver-rimmed one-eyed pair of glasses. He wears black shoes and a blue singlet
connected to a blue pair of shorts. He is yellow, and simply rude and greedy.
So don’t let him in, okay?” “Okay,” replied all seventeen newts, only
understanding the fact that the oversized minion was yellow.
The next minute there was a knock at the door. “Let me in newts, I’ve got
boxes of favourites for each of you, it’s your mother um… Stephanie, yeah
Stephanie,” the oversized minion managed to blurt this out, which took one
whole hour. “Our Mum’s name isn’t Stephanie, her name is Stephanette, you have
to be the oversized minion,” the newts all said in disgust. “And Mum doesn’t
have a gollum like voice, she has a soft voice.” So the oversized minion
stomped off and came back in five seconds.
There was a knock on the door. “Can I please come in,” said the minion,
now in a soft voice. “Hmmm… put your foot up to the window on the door.” So the
minion lay down and put his fat shoe up to the window. “Our Mum doesn’t wear
black shoes, she wears Nike shoes, you have to be the oversized minion,” said
the seventeen newts.
So the oversized minion ran (well very slowly) to Rebel Sport. He jumped
through the window of Rebel Sport, and stole some Nike shoes without being seen
(which is hard to do when you’re twice as big as an average human) and ran back
to the house of the newts.
The oversized minion knocked on the door (again). “Let me in, I forgot
my keys, but I have boxes of favourites for each of you,” the oversized minion
said in a soft voice. Having said that, the newts said “Hmmmmmmmm… put your
foot up to the window on the door.” So the oversized minion did as he was told
and gladly put one of his brand new Nike shoes up to the window. “Come in,”
said the seventeen newts anxiously.
The oversized minion came in and swallowed all of the seventeen newts,
well that’s what he thought. There was one newt (Jeff, the youngest of all the
newts) left, hiding in one of his Mum’s many watches. The oversized minion
walked out slowly (because he was carrying a lot of body-weight) and
Stephanette (the seventeen newt’s mother) who was hiding behind the biggest
tree she could find, came in.
Out popped Jeff (the newt that was hiding in the watch). Jeff told
Stephanette his story of what he had witnessed. Stephanette sprinted outside
with Jeff and it wasn’t long before they discovered where the oversized minion
was.
The oversized minion was lying down looking like lots of food had
entered his body. His eyes were closed. Now was the perfect opportunity
for Stephanette to get her hairdressing scissors (she was a hairdresser) and
cut open the oversized minion, and she did. Out popped all sixteen newts.
Then, all seventeen newts went and individually collected some rocks
from the river-side and stuffed them into the oversized minion. Stephanette
sewed the oversized minion up and all of the newts rolled (which was very hard
because they were as small as ants) the oversized minion into the river. The
oversized minion drowned. The family of newts were reunited! They all shouted
“Hooray!” And they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
‘The Pig and the Seven Chicks’
By Anna, Age 9, Year 4, 2015
Based On A
Story By The Brothers Grimm
Gifted & Talented Writing: Year 3 & 4
Once upon
a time there lived a pig. He was fat and bright pink. He only had one
personality, he was very greedy (food greedy) which of course is the reason why
he was plump. He loved to eat baby chickens. In fact his favourite food was
chicks.
On the
other side of town lived a posh red and yellow feathery chicken and her chicks.
One day the mother chicken had to go and get cornflakes from the supermarket.
Before
she left she made sure her little chicks knew that they were not allowed to
open the door to strangers because she knew a pig who loved to eat baby
chickens was on the loose. But the little chicks were not paying attention
because they were playing their favourite video-game: Dragon Defenders.
A few
minutes after Mother chicken had left there was a knock at the door. “Come in!”
shouted the six baby chicks, completely forgetting what their mother had said. The
pig entered the room licking his chops. Thoughts of endless dinners swirled
around in his head.
For the
first time ever the six chicks peeled their eyes away from the screen, which
had the words ‘Level 92 Complete’ beared across it. They all screamed. The pig
chuckled creepily like a witch.
He
gobbled up all of them except for one. The one he didn’t eat was the littlest
chick who spent all his days reading books. He was sitting in the pantry lost
in his book, totally oblivious to what was going on outside.
After the
pig had finished eating what he thought was all of the chicks, he went outside
to sunbathe on the dewy grass next to the screaming, gushing river. The river
was a squirming snake, slithering from side to side.
When
Mother chicken came back and saw that the living room was empty she immediately
suspected that the pig had eaten her babies.
She
stormed outside with a knife that was as sharp as a shark’s tooth. It gleamed
in the sunlight as she tore open the pig’s stomach. It was a startling sight.
She then
pulled out six scared baby chickens. Suddenly then, she had a terrible thought.
“Where is my seventh chick Oscar?” But, she felt relieved when she remembered
that when she had left he was sitting in the pantry reading and probably hadn’t
moved since.
Before
she sewed the pig’s tummy up again she filled it with coco pops which she stole
from the supermarket. She carefully tipped them into his tummy and then sewed
him back up.
When the
pig awoke he staggered over to the river to get a drink. He felt like his
stomach was heavier than usual, weighing him down.
Suddenly
he tumbled head-first into the river.
Well let’s just say... HE WAS NEVER SEEN AGAIN!!!!!! Dun, dun, dun… THE END!!
‘The Wolf and The Seven Kids’
By Haylee, Age 8, Year 3, 2015.
Based On A
Story By The Brothers Grimm
Gifted &
Talented Writing: Year 3 & 4
Once upon a time there was mother goat with seven kids. Mother goat
loved them so much. She cared about them so much.
One day mother goat said to her lovely seven kids “I need to go to the
forest to get some berries. Don’t open the door while I’m picking berries.
There is a wolf that might come and eat you up. The wolf has a big and scratchy
voice, and he has black, hairy feet with claws as sharp as a knife. You will
easily know who he is if he comes.”
Not long after mother goat left to get berries, there was a loud knock
at the door. “Open the door my darlings!” said the wolf in a big and scratchy
voice. “Momma has some berries for you to eat.
“You are definitely not our mother,” said the kids to the wolf. “Your
voice is big and scratchy. Our mother’s voice is as soft as the wind.”
The wolf had an idea. He thought that he was going to change his big and
scratchy voice to a soft voice. Knock, knock, knock! “Open the door little
kids,” said the wolf in a soft voice. “Momma’s here with the berries.”
The seven kids shouted at the wolf “Show us your top left foot at the
window of the front door!” When the wolf lifted up his top left foot, they
cried “You're not our mother! Our mother has white feet. You must be the wolf!”
The wolf ran down the street to the market with a baker’s shop. In it he
found some white flour and poured it all over his feet.
Knock! Knock! Knock! “Open the door! It’s Momma,” the wolf said.” “Show
us your feet” said the kids. The wolf showed his white feet and the kids opened
the door.
WOLF!!! One by one the wolf swallowed the six little kids! The wolf
couldn’t find the seventh kid who was hiding in the grandfather clock.
Suddenly, mother goat walked in and looked around. “Oh no! What has
happened to my kids?” The seventh kid crawled out from the clock and told her
everything. Shedding tears, mother goat went out to find the wolf. She didn’t
have to go far. The wolf was near sleeping. Mother goat saw his tummy move. “My
kids are still alive!” she said. Then she got some scissors, a needle and some
thread.
Carefully she cut the wolf’s stomach. Out jumped the six kids: 1, 2, 3,
4, 5, 6! They were all alive and well. The seven kids went to the stream to get
some rocks to put in the wolf. Mother goat sewed his stomach with the needle
and thread.
The wolf woke and said “Why is my tummy so heavy?” He walked: clunk,
clunk, clunk to the stream to get a drink. He bent over the water and SPLASH!
He was gone.
Mother goat and her seven kids jumped up and down with happiness. They
lived happily ever after.
The End.
‘Rabbit In Boots’
By Ava, Age 8, Year 3, 2015.
Based On A Story
By Charles Perrault
Gifted & Talented Writing: Year 3 & 4
Once
there was a farmer who owned a mill. He had two sons and one daughter. The
eldest son got the mill, the second son got a horse and cart and the daughter
got a little white rabbit.
“What
should I do with a useless rabbit?” said the daughter. “I am not useless,” said
the rabbit.
“Give me
a pair of of crimson boots and see what happens,” replied the rabbit. The
daughter gave him a pair of crimson boots, then the rabbit went to the woods of
Large Feet.
Rabbit
found a sack of bread close to a pond of ducks. He left the sack of bread close
to the pond and ducks waddled in the sack. “Got ya!” said the rabbit.
The
rabbit gave the king the ducks. “This is from Lady Margaret,” said the rabbit.
The king was very pleased.
The
rabbit heard the King and Prince were taking tours while riding the coach by
the river. “Lady, take a swim in this river while I’ll do the rest,” said the
rabbit. As the king’s coach drove by the river rabbit said “Help, Lady Margaret
is drowning!” The king ordered his guards to rescue Lady Margaret. She was
soaking wet so the king gave Lady Margaret some lovely clothes.
She
looked so pretty that the Prince fell in love with her. “Lady Margaret,” said
the king, “Would you join us for a ride?” So the youngest daughter rode on the
king’s coach.
The
rabbit ran to a big grain field and said to the workers “If the king asks who
the field belongs to, say it belongs to Lady Margaret.” The rabbit hissed “Or,
I’ll come back and bite you”.
Moments
later, the king arrived and said “Who does this grain field belong to?” “It
belongs to Lady Margaret” said one of the workers.
The
rabbit came to a cattle farm. “If the king asks who this belongs to, say it
belongs to Lady Margaret.”
When the
king’s coach was near, the king wondered, ‘Who does this farm belong to?’ “It
belongs to Lady Margaret,” said one of the farmers.
The
rabbit ran off to a castle where a fierce giant lived, and who owned both the
grain and cattle farm. The rabbit bowed to the giant and said “I’ve heard about
your powers, you can turn into any animal, so can you turn into a rat?” “Yes,”
the giant replied and in a ping the giant had turned into a rat. In a gobble
the giant got eaten by the rabbit.
The king
was waiting outside of the giant’s castle. He saw the rabbit and said “Does this
castle belong to Lady Margaret?” “Yes,” replied the rabbit.
The
prince fell in love with Lady Margaret, got married, and they lived happily
ever after.
The End.
‘Chicken Nugget In Boots’
By Gary, Age 7, Year 3, 2015.
Based On A
Story By Charles Perrault
Gifted & Talented Writing: Year 3 & 4
Once
there was a peasant with three children. He owned three treasures which were a
chicken nugget, a gun and a time machine. When the peasant died the sons
divided the peasant’s treasures; the smallest got the chicken nugget, the
second son got the gun and the biggest son got the time machine.
“What can
I do with a useless chicken nugget?” said the smallest son. Suddenly, the
chicken nugget turned into a chicken and he said “Just give me a pair of boots,
and an old bag and just see what happens.”
At night
the chicken in boots put the bag in the forest and filled it with dog food. One
hour later a dog went into the bag, and the chicken in boots pulled the rope
tight and waited for the next day.
The next
morning the chicken in boots gave the king the dog and said “My master Lord
Carabas sent me to give you this dog for a pet.” “Thank you,” said the king.
“Tell your master that I thank him very much.”
So from
that day the chicken in boots always caught or brought things to the king and
said my Lord Carabas sent me to give you this.
One day
the chicken in boots told his master to take his clothes off and have a swim in
the lake. While his master was swimming the chicken hid his clothes behind a
rock and yelled “HELP! HELP! My master is drowning! Robbers took his clothes
and he’s drowning!” Hurriedly the king came in a jetpack with some slaves and
rescued the chicken’s master. He gave him some clothes and brought him to the
castle.
Meanwhile,
the chicken in boots had gone to a giant’s castle and bowed. “What a gifted and
talented giant you are?” “Thank you,” said the giant. “I have heard that you
can turn into anything,” said the chicken. “Yes I can do that. I’ll show you,”
and suddenly the giant turned into a huge lion. “WOW!” said the chicken in
boots. “But, I’m sure it’s impossible for you to turn into something small.” “I
can do that too,” and the giant turned into a seed. Suddenly the chicken in
boots gulped the seed into his belly.
Then he
ran to the castle where his master was brought to and said “I have found a
castle that we can live in.”
The king
arrived and asked if the peasant’s son owned the castle. He said “Yes, I am
Lord Carabus and I own this castle.”
So Lord
Carabus married the king’s daughter and they lived happily ever after with
their chicken in boots in the giant’s castle.
The End.
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