Student Work

Year 5 Food Chemistry

Year 5 students have started with a new unit Food Chemistry. In this unit, we will be learning about what food is made up of, how our bodies use the nutrients in food and why it is important to eat a balanced diet. 


During the Lab lesson, we conducted three different experiments relating to the contents of food items and how they react. 

First, we observed how much fat various foods contain by placing them on a brown paper bag, then measuring and recording the fat stains. 

In the second experiment, we explored what happens when a carbonate and an acid combines through a lemon volcano experiment. 

The third experiment investigated how cream, which is a liquid, transforms into butter, a solid. By shaking the cream in the jar, the fat droplets stick together, and form butter. The liquid part contains protein and that is the buttermilk which should not be thrown out because we can use it for baking and cooking other foods. 

The students really enjoyed seeing the changes, reactions and separations - some with very unexpected results.


A Poem Written by A Year 8 Student

Poem ( Spectacular Words)

By Thasin Choudhury


We are helping the world 

To a new place 

Having a good vibe

Will lead the train 

This is not the world we had in mind 

But we got the time 

We are stuck on answers we can’t find 

But we got the time 

Even though we might have lost tonight 

But the skyline reminds us of different time 

This is not the world we had in mind

But we got time

Can’t do it by myself 

So I’m asking for your help 

Together we can change the world 

See the past where it’s been charted 

Roll your sleeves, and then get started

Together we can change the world by 

Our hand and with our hearts 

We can dare to make a start 

Together we can change the world 

What if we spoke with one voice 

Knowing that we have a choice 

Together we can change the world 

Get up and start a new world. 


Spanish Land

At the end of last term, students in Ms. Juarez's Year 9 Spanish class were in "Spanish land" where they practiced speaking only in Spanish by engaging in different activities to use all of the Spanish they have been learning. They had to ask and answer questions in a group and with partners, they had to describe an image to their group while their group members drew it, and they had to be able to speak continuously without stopping on various topics. 


Here are some photos of some of the Year 9's in "Spanish land"

Year 5 Students And Their Adaptation Projects

Year 5 Students And Their Adaptation Projects

In this unit we have been learning about animal adaptations. Students were then given the opportunity to research different animals and compare them using a Venn Diagram. The year 5s were given a project book to work through. They started with creating an imaginary and unique animals. They used various animals’ adaptations and combined them into their very own creature. Once they had created 2, they then needed to decide on which animal they wanted to continue with. Students identified their animals’ physical and behavioural adaptations.

Next step was identifying and creating their unique animal's habitat. They also described the habitat’s climate and type while including what food and shelter their animal would need. In the Lab this week, students worked in pairs/groups of three to create one habitat that would meet all their animals needs.

In their small groups they painted their shadow boxes, most created their actual animal design out of clay and then added final details to  their environments. Each student had to create their own unique animal as they had planned them in their project books.

Finally students added final detail to their habitats. The final projects done so far, are the Year 5 Group 2 students. After Hostlov Group 1 students will complete their habitats during their Lab lesson.


Story of My Life by Hande Tümtürk 8B

Story of My Life

by: Hande Tümtürk 8B

Hey, my name is Duha Ali, and this is my story. A story that changed my whole life.

I was woken up by a disturbing sound. It was a bomb. Seconds later someone was banging on our door screaming,

“Open the door! Get out!

I looked around and my two little siblings were awake. Ahmen Hussein 5 years old and Lare 3 years old. I could see the fear in their eyes. They both knew what was going on. It happens very often here in Kurdistan.

My father ran into our little room, there was not even space for him to sit. I could tell he was also really frightened and very stressed. 

“Who was banging on our door and what was that noise”, i knew what noise it was and he knew i knew so he ignored my last question and replied.

“Our neighbor Rahma, he came to tell us we have to leave before it's too late,we have to get out of here now!”

“But father!”

“Stop, we don't have time for a tea party right now we have to leave!”

He carried Lare and Ahmed Hussein out of the room and I followed. We went out of the house, onto the street and before we headed away I looked back on our beautiful home. Where we had so many beautiful memories with my mom before she passed away two years ago. She was out buying groceries for dinner. They shot her and a lot of other people and it was such a tragic situation. I miss her every day and pray for her. I was so devistated but I knew I had to stay strong for the sake of my siblings and I would do anything for them. And while i was looking at my home something deep down was telling me this would be the last time i was going to see it ,ever again. 

We went towards Rahma which was a very good friend of my dad. They were like brothers but I didn't like him. He always made me feel uncomfortable and he had asked my dad if I would get married to him. But my dad said I was too young for him. He was almost the same age as my dad. He had a wife and they were living together but after a while she went missing and no one knew why, or where she went. 

“Where are we going”, my dad asked him.

“We are going towards the highway and there will be trucks waiting for us.They are going to take us away from there. “

“okay. “

“But we have to be fast”

I hate that my dad never asked him why, when or where. He always trusted him with everything. He didn't even know where we were heading. I went closer to my father and whispered in his ear.

“Dad, how do we know it is safe?”

“I trust this man. He has sacrificed his life for me, just listen, obey and don't ask any questions.”

We got on the trucks and everyone got seated. There were so many people on so it was hard to even breath. The ride was long and while we were riding I just kept thinking about what was going to happen? Where were we going? Would we survive?There was a war going on and I was really terrified.

 I gathered my courage and asked my dad. 

“Dad, are we ever going to return home?”

The fact that he was so calm was making me really frustrated.

“Listen to me my daugther, if God brings us peace then we will return to our homes. But if peace does not return, then we are prepared to die where God has determined for us. “ 

I layed back and wished that one day I would become as intelligent and wise as my father. Even in these moments he could stay so calm and collective. 

 Suddenly the truck stopped and we were all waiting for Rahma to come and open the doors. 

“Okay guys we are here”, he said.

 When I looked around the only thing I could see was a lot of tiny telts and I was not looking forward to staying here but I had no other choice. 

We went to our telt and got settled. And surprisingly I got really close to the other ladies and we had such a good time . They taught me how to make different types of food and I really felt like I engaged with them, I enjoyed it very much. 

Today I was going to make soup. I went to go get some water . But on my way I heard Rahma having a conversation with one of the men. 

“When are they coming?” Whispered the man. 

 “They will be here soon but we have to leave earlier”.

“Are you sure we should do it?”

“Yes, I have already said where we are staying. It is too late to even question it”.

“They are going to kill everyone.”

“Yes they are, but we are going to earn some good money”.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. They were going to kill all of us. I couldn't let this happen. So I ran to my dad and explained what I had heard.

Are you sure my daughter? He said.

Yes father we have to let everyone know about this and leave as fast as possible!

But little did I know it was already too late. Before I even got a chance to process everything there were gunshots, bombs, people running around screaming for help and one of them was me. 

Lare, Ahmed! Where are you?

I was crying and screaming after them but I couldn't see them. I ran back to the telt and saw my worst nightmare. Both of my siblings laying in blood.  It was like a stab in the heart. It was all I had left from my mom, my siblings. All the memories I had been through with them just replayed in my head. I could never be as still as I was at that moment.  I sat down next to them, hugged and kissed both of them on their foreheads. I knew this would be the last time I would ever be holding them. While saying my last goodbyes to my siblings my dad screamed. 

“You have to leave my daughter”. 

“I can't leave you here father”. 

“Yes you can. I am going to be staying here. You have to go, you have a bright future ahead of you. Go now!”

I hugged and kissed my dad. I couldn't believe this was my last goodbyes to my family.  I cried in my father's arms.  And I ran away. Into the forest. I ran as fast as possible and had no idea where I was heading. And i have never met my dad ever since.

Now, ten years later I am explaining my story to you. I would never in a million years think I would be sitting here. I never thought I would survive from that war when I was fifteen year old. But what i want to clear to you by explaining this story is, war doesn't earn you anything, no respect no love and no peace. It just makes people like me lose everything they got . I lost my whole family. And the hardest part of losing them wasn't having to say goodbye but rather learning to live without them. Always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that's left inside of me when they go. They took everything from me. My happiness, joy and love I always wonder if I am ever going to get it all back. Guess the only way to find out is to live life and try to do good for others.

Today I am doing humanitarian work in Iraq to help people that sit in the same situation as I was sitting in. They also have the right to live a safe and healthy life. The people that killed my family  took everything from me. And I would never want that to happen to other kids.We can't let these wars go on anymore. We have to change the world or we will get changed by the world. I am going to do the best that I can and I want you who are reading this to do the same thing because together we are stronger. 

Until we meet again the marathon continues..