Crew Pankhurst have been taking online SLCs in their stride this week. Very proud indeed 🙂

Rebecca’s HOWLs are phenomenal yet she continues to want to improve. Her hard work and determination are admirable.
Rebecca explained why she was proud of her assessment in Hums. She is mastering the technique of source analysis. Incredible stuff.Go for it Rebecca!

Check out that score of 4.2 in Rebeccas Hums assessment!

Ameen discussed his HOWLs. He was proud of his work in Maths and has made a pledge to push his History and Science score to a 3.0 by next SLCs. You can do it Ameen!
Ameen shared with us some extended study he was particularly proud of. Ameen told us how hard he had worked creating this piece of research.

Ameens’ research he did for Art.

Massive well done to Bobby as well! Wow. Theres no wonder you were student of the week.
I was really impressed that Bobby explained how he leads his own learning by implementing strategies for revision for his assessments. The result of his hard work is evident in his HOWLs. Bobby explained what he had learned in his first expedition ‘Fight the Power’ such as the gender pay gap and racism, it is clear Bobby is becoming a very socially aware young person. Keep working hard, getting smart and being kind Bobby 🙂

Here is a powerful spoken word piece of work from Rebecca. A moving and sobering message for us all.

13 Years Old

If I distract you, I’m asking for it,
If you touch me, you can’t control it,
My shorts too short, my dress too tight,
A boy in a tank top, well that’s alright!

When I was thirteen I was told to watch out,
When I walk down the street I’m vulnerable like a mouse,
When you were thirteen you were roaming around,
Your minds oblivious to what surround.

Your makeup is patchy, stop trying so hard,
All the good compliments, you discard,
Because bad ones matter,
And that’s what’s hard.

Not even a day old and told to wear pink,
Compared to a boy, im referred to as weak,
My future as a girl is so bleak.
Can’t even walk in a skirt down the street.

Don’t talk alot like you have worth,
Wanna be a lady, please don’t curse,
And fix your hair while we’re at it,
You look like a tired, bad addict

Yes an addict to words that put me down,
Asking myself, ‘What’s my worth?’ as I frown.

People say ‘You’re a beautiful woman’
But are my looks really just what’s important,

My privacy taken when I go to the toilet,
When I take my bag, yes they know it,
The boys in my class saying ‘It’s that time of the month’
The degrading and humiliation because of what my body does.

Don’t tell me that I look tired,
Don’t tell me, oh your weight is higher,
As I stand on the scales, numbers going up each night,
The smile on my face lost in sight.

For every one, I’m an eighty,
Twenty off in what they pay me,
Do I matter at all, no, maybe?

Because for every one, I’m an eighty,
Twenty off in what they pay me,
In respect, in privacy, in equality too,
I just want a man to know what a woman goes through.

If I’m distracting, cover your eyes,
Boys in my class, I am not a prize,
To be won, especially by people I despise,
But a girl in a tank top, that should be alright.