Year 8 and 9 – 19/06/17

Due: 26/06 (Issued: 19/06)

Title: Witchcraft

  1. Read the article (below)
  2. Answer the 14 questions (in full sentences)

Questions

  1. Make a list of any words you are unfamiliar with.
  2. Who was considered the most notorious “witch-hunter of all time”?
  3. When did the European witch craze spread?
  4. Whose “bloody head” was seen “dancing in the air”?
  5. What was the “dramatic event [which] deepened James’s growing obsession with magic and witchcraft”?
  6. Under what circumstances did the suspects from North Berwick confess to being witches and responsible for “raising a storm to destroy James and his new bride”?
  7. What could be suggested about the use of torture in obtaining confessions?
  8. What was the name of James’ treatise on witchcraft?
  9. What was its purpose?
  10. What “became one of the most valuable means by which James and his government could manipulate public opinion”?
  11. What did “the Witchcraft Act of 1604” stipulate?
  12. Which line from Macbeth “alluded to James’s near-death experience in 1589”?
  13. What triple shows the “stereotypical view of a witch”?
  14. Why might the fear of witchcraft have become a fear of “a conspiracy against the state”?

Article

BBC History Magazine                                                                Monday 18th April 2016

Shakespeare’s Macbeth and the King James’s witch hunts, by Tracy Borman

The witch hunts that swept across Europe between 1450 and 1750 are one of the most controversial and terrifying phenomena in history, resulting in the trial of around 100,000 people (most of them women), a little under half of whom were put to death. Here, Tracy Borman explores the most notorious royal witch-hunter of all time: James VI and I…

A holocaust of their time, historians have long attempted to explain why and how the European witch craze that spread around Europe between the 15th and 18th century took such rapid and enduring hold.

One of the most active centres of witch-hunting was Scotland, where up to 4,000 people were put to the flames. This was striking for such a small country, and was more than double the execution rate in England. The ferocity of the Scottish persecutions can be attributed to royal witch-hunter James VI and I.

James’s obsession with witchcraft can be traced back to his childhood. The violent death of his mother, Mary, Queen of Scots, seems to have inspired a dark fascination with magic. “His Highness told me her death was visible in Scotland before it did really happen,” related Sir John Harington many years later, being, as he said, “spoken of in secret by those whose power of sight presented to them a bloody head dancing in the air”.

Two years after Mary’s execution, another dramatic event deepened James’s growing obsession with magic and witchcraft. In 1589 he was betrothed to Anne of Denmark, but she almost lost her life in a violent tempest when she set sail across the North Sea to meet her new husband. In an uncharacteristic show of chivalry, James resolved to sail across to Denmark and collect her in person. But on their return voyage the royal fleet was battered by more storms and one of the ships was lost. James immediately placed the blame on witches, claiming that they must have cast evil spells upon his fleet.

As soon as he reached Scottish shores, James ordered a witch-hunt on a scale never seen before. No fewer than 70 suspects were rounded up in the coastal Scottish town of North Berwick on suspicion of raising a storm to destroy James and his new bride. Most of the suspects soon confessed – under torture – to concocting a host of bizarre and gruesome spells and rituals in order to whip up the storm… whereupon “there did arise such a tempest in the sea, as a greater hath not been seen”. On another occasion, Satan himself was said to have appeared to the witches and “promised to raise a mist, and cast the king into England, for which purpose he threw into the sea a thing like a foot-ball”. They were swiftly convicted and put to death.

As soon as the North Berwick trials had ended, James commissioned Newes from Scotland, a pamphlet that relayed the whole saga in scandalised language aimed at intensifying popular fear of witches. But he did not stop there. With all the passion of a religious zealot, James set about convincing his subjects of the evil that lay in their midst. In 1597 James became the only monarch in history to publish a treatise on witchcraft: Daemonologie (literally, ‘the science of demons’) was the result of painstaking and meticulous work on James’s part and must have taken years to complete. As well as to convince the doubters of the existence of witchcraft, the purpose of Daemonologie was to inspire those who persecuted witches with new vigour and determination. James described witchcraft as “high treason against God”, which meant that all manner of horrors were justified in wringing confessions from the accused.

The fact that the treatise had been written by a king made it enormously influential. It is no coincidence that cases of witchcraft multiplied at an alarming rate in his kingdom thereafter.

Upon the death of Elizabeth I in March 1603 with no direct heirs, her throne passed to James. When he travelled south to take ownership of his new kingdom, the king of Scots was dismayed to find that his English subjects were far from sharing his witch-hunting fervour. By the end of Elizabeth’s reign, the number of witchcraft trials and executions in England had declined significantly. There was also a growing scepticism about the existence of witches.

This was anathema to the new king, who was determined to drown out all dissenting voices within his new kingdom. During the first year of his reign, Daemonologie was reprinted twice. This prompted a rash of similar pamphlets aimed at whipping up popular fear of witches. As part of a state-controlled printing industry, they became one of the most valuable means by which James and his government could manipulate public opinion.

But these publications were just the tip of the iceberg as far as James’s crusade against witches was concerned. In his view, the English law was by no means strict enough in prosecuting the crime. Barely a year after his accession, James therefore ordered that the Elizabethan statute on witchcraft be replaced by a much harsher version. Until now, those who practised witchcraft were severely punished only if they were found to have committed murder or other injuries through their devilish arts. However, James wanted the practice of any form of magic to be severely punished, regardless of whether it had caused harm to others.

The Witchcraft Act of 1604 made hanging mandatory for a first offence of witchcraft, even if the accused had not committed murder. And if the suspected witch was found to have the devil’s mark on their body, this was enough to condemn them to death. The act stipulated: “If any person or persons… shall use practise or exercise any invocation or conjuration of any evil or wicked spirit, or shall consult, covenant with, entertain, employ, feed, or reward any evil and wicked spirit to or for any intent or purpose… [they] shall suffer pains of death”.

James’s determination to stamp out witchcraft in all forms was brutally apparent: “All manner of practise, use or exercise of witchcraft, enchantment, charm or sorcery should be from henceforth utterly avoided, abolished, and taken away.”

James’s new subjects were eager to curry favour with him by echoing his hatred of witches. In the same year that the new Witchcraft Act was passed, Christopher Marlowe’s dark morality play, The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus, was published… But the most famous of all the literary works inspired by witchcraft, winning widespread acclaim in its day and ever since, was Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Deliberately short in length (James was known to have little patience for sitting through long plays), it is significant that the occasion of its inaugural performance was a visit by Queen Anne’s brother, the king of Denmark, in 1606, given that it was James’s voyage to his wife’s native land that had prompted his obsession with witchcraft.

Shakespeare wove in several references to this voyage in the play, such as when the First Witch claims that she set sail in a sieve, just as one of the North Berwick witches was accused of doing. The line “Though his bark cannot be lost/Yet it shall be tempest-tossed” almost certainly alluded to James’s near-death experience in 1589.

All the leaders of the English judiciary would have been present at this important state occasion, and this was exactly the sort of play that would inspire within them the same witch-hunting fervour as their royal master. The drama centred around Macbeth and Lady Macbeth, who murdered King Duncan to seize the throne of Scotland after three witches prophesied Macbeth’s succession.

Whether the witches thus caused the overthrow of the natural succession or merely brought out Macbeth’s inherent evil was left to the audience’s imagination. Either way, the play both confirmed and introduced new elements to the stereotypical view of a witch, with her spells, familiars and inherent evil. It also spawned two of the most-quoted lines in English literary history:

“Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.”

Macbeth instilled fear among those watching that witchcraft was not just a satanic confederacy, but a conspiracy against the state. The latter notion was all too readily accepted in England at this time because the play was performed just a few months after one of the most notorious conspiracies in history: the gunpowder plot.

Within the space of three short years, England had been catapulted from the ‘golden age’ of the Virgin Queen into one of the darkest and most dangerous periods of its history.

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Y7 & Y8 – 25/05/17

Due: 05/06 (Issued: 25/05)

Title: Paper One – Awful Auntie

Spend 15 minutes reading and preparing the extract for your answers (identify which parts are relevant to which questions and identify important subject terminology).

Use the following sentence starters for the following questions:

Question 2: (Write two full paragraphs)

Point: The writer uses language to…
Evidence: This is revealed in the quotation “…”
Identify & Define: The     “…” shows/suggests…
Writer: The writer is signifying / implying / suggesting… because…
Reader: The reader feels / imagines / thinks… because…
Link: Further, the writer… / This is further supported by the quotation “…”

Question 3:  (Write at least two full paragraphs)

Focus: The focus [opens on / shifts / broadens / narrows to]… where the reader learns…
Evidence: The writers states “…” and “…”
Questions & Answers: The reader is questioning / has learned… because…
Effect: The focus [is / has changed] because… to make the reader feel…

Question 4: (Write at least three full paragraphs)

Point: I (dis)agree with X to a [great / certain / minimal] extent because the writer uses language to…
Evidence:This is revealed in the quotation “…”
Identify & Define: The     “…” shows/suggests…
Writer: The writer’s method of… [signifies / implies / suggests]… because…
Reader: [I / This makes me] [feel / imagine / think]… because…
Link: Further, the writer… / This is further supported by the quotation “…”

Section A

Answer all questions in this section.

You are advised to spend about 45 minutes on this section.

  1. Read again lines 1-5.

List four things from this part of the source about Stella.                                (4 marks)

 

  1. Look in detail at lines 34-39 of the source

How does the writer use language here to describe Aunt Alberta?

You could include the writer’s choice of:

  • Words and phrases
  • Language features and techniques
  • Sentence forms (8 marks)

 

  1. You now need to think about the whole of the source.

How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?

You could write about:

  • what the writer focuses your attention on at the beginning
  • how and why the writer changes this focus as the source develops
  • any other structural features that interest you. (8 marks)

 

  1. Focus this part of your answer on the middle part of the source, from line 13 to line 21.

A student, having read this section of the text, said “This part, where Stella recalls being terrified, builds suspense and makes the reader anxious for her”.

To what extent do you agree?

In your response, you could:

  • Consider your own impressions of the growing suspense
  • Evaluate how the writer reveals the suspense through Stella
  • Support your opinions with quotations from the text.                              (20 marks)

Awful Auntie by David Walliams

Stella Saxby is the sole heir to Saxby Hall, but she is also the prisoner of her awful Aunt Alberta, who has other ideas.

Stella felt as if she had been asleep forever. Was it days? Months? Years? Her mouth was as dry as a desert. Her body felt as heavy as stone. As still as a statue.

For a moment the little girl thought she might still be asleep and dreaming. Dreaming she was awake in her bedroom. Stella had experienced that dream before, and it was frightening because try as she might she couldn’t move. Was this the same nightmare again?

Or something more sinister? To test whether she was asleep and dreaming, the girl thought she would try to move. Starting at the far end of her body, first she tried to waggle her little toe. If she was awake and she thought about waggling her toe it would just waggle. But try as she might it wouldn’t waggle, or wiggle. Or even woggle. One by one she tried to move each toe on her left foot, and then each toe on her right. One by one they all point-blank refused to do anything. Feeling increasingly panicked she tried to circle her ankles, before attempting to stretch her legs, then to bend her knees and finally she concentrated as hard as she could on lifting her arms. All were impossible. It was as if she had been buried in sand from the neck down.

Beyond her bedroom door, Stella heard a sound. The house dated back centuries, it had been passed through many generations of the Saxby family. It was so old that everything creaked, and so vast that every noise echoed down the endless labyrinth of corridors. Sometimes the young Stella believed that the house was haunted. That a ghost stalked Saxby Hall in the dead of night. When she went to bed, the little girl was convinced she could hear someone or something moving about behind her wall. Sometimes she would even hear a voice, calling to her. Terrified, she would dash into her mother and father’s room, and climb into bed with them. Her mother and father would hold Stella tight, and tell her she was not to worry her pretty little head. All those strange noises were just the clatter of pipes and the creaking of floorboards.

Stella was not so sure.

Her eyes darted over to the huge oak-panelled door of her bedroom. At waist height there was a keyhole, though she never locked the door and didn’t even know where the key was. Most likely it had been lost a hundred years ago by some great-great-great- grandparent. One of those Saxby lords or ladies whose paintings were hung every few paces along the corridors, captured forever unsmiling in oils.

The keyhole flickered light to dark. The little girl thought she saw the white of an eyeball staring at her through the hole before quickly disappearing out of view.

“Mama? Is that you?” she cried out. Hearing her own voice out loud, Stella knew this was no dream.

On the other side of the door an eerie silence lingered.

Stella plucked up the courage to speak again. “Who is it?” she pleaded. “Please?” The floorboards creaked outside. Someone or something had been spying on her through the keyhole.

The handle turned, and slowly the door was pushed open. The bedroom was dark, but the hallway was light, so at first all the girl could see was a silhouette.

It was the outline of someone as wide as they were tall. Even though they were extremely wide they still weren’t particularly tall. The figure was wearing a tailored jacket and plus fours (those long billowy shorts that golfers sometimes wear). A deer-stalker hat adorned the figure’s head, with the ear flaps unflatteringly down. Jutting out from their mouth was a long thick pipe. Soon plumes of sickly sweet tobacco smoke clouded the room. On one hand there was a thick leather glove. Perched on the glove was the unmistakeable outline of an owl.

Stella knew instantly who this person was. It was her awful aunt, Alberta.

Y8, 9 & 10 – 19/05/17

Due: 23/05 (Y9 & Y10) 24/05 (Y8) (Issued: 19/05)

Title: Paper One

Section A

Answer all questions in this section.

You are advised to spend about 45 minutes on this section.

  1. Read again lines 1-4.

List four things from this part of the source about the chains.                     (4 marks)

 

  1. Look in detail at lines 11-20 of the source

How does the writer use language here to describe the Spine Adept?

You could include the writer’s choice of:

  • Words and phrases
  • Language features and techniques
  • Sentence forms (8 marks)

 

  1. You now need to think about the whole of the source.

How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?

You could write about:

  • what the writer focuses your attention on at the beginning
  • how and why the writer changes this focus as the source develops
  • any other structural features that interest you. (8 marks)

 

  1. Focus this part of your answer on the first part of the source, from line 23 to line 36.

A student, having read this section of the text, said “This part of the text, where Scrimlock observes the Spine, reveals his worry and concern”.

To what extent do you agree?

In your response, you could:

  • Consider your own impressions of Scrimlock’s reaction in these lines
  • Evaluate how the writer reveals Scrimlock’s anxieties
  • Support your opinions with quotations from the text.                  (20 marks)

 

Scar Night (by Alan Campbell)

The city of Deepgate hangs suspended by giant chains over a seemingly bottomless abyss where the dread god Ulcis, ‘hoarder of souls’, is said to reside. Above the unfathomable darkness, it is Scar Night and the rogue angel, Carnival, is seeking souls. Except, tonight, the Church’s Assassins guild has finally trapped her.

Chains snarled the courtyard behind the derelict cannon foundry in Applecross: spears of chain radiating at every angle, secured into walls with rusted hooks and pins, and knitted together like a madwoman’s puzzle. In the centre, Barraby’s watchtower stood ensnared. Smoke unfurled from its ruined summit and blew west across the city under a million winter stars.

Huffing and gasping, Presbyter Scrimlock climbed through the chains. His lantern swung, knocked against links and welds and God knows what, threw shadows like lattices of cracks across the gleaming cobbles. When he looked up, he saw squares and triangles full of stars. His sandals slipped as though on melted glass. The chains, where he touched them, were wet. And when he finally reached the Spine Adept waiting by the watchtower door he saw why.

‘Blood,’ the Presbyter whispered, horrified. He rubbed feverishly at his cassock, but the gore would not shift.

The Spine Adept, skin stretched so tight over his muscles he seemed cadaverous, turned lifeless eyes on the priest. ‘From the dead,’ he explained. ‘She ejects them from the tower. Will not suffer them there inside with her.’ He tilted his head to one side.

Below the chains numerous Spine bodies lay in a shapeless mound, their leather armour glistening like venom.

‘Ulcis have mercy,’ Scrimlock said. ‘How many has she killed?’

‘Eleven.’

Scrimlock drew a breath. The night tasted dank and rusty, like the air in a dungeon. ‘You’re making it worse,’ he complained. ‘Can’t you see that? You’re feeding her fury.’

‘We have injured her,’ the Adept said. His expression remained unreadable, but he pressed a pale hand against the watchtower door brace, as if to reinforce it.

‘What?’ The Presbyter’s heart leapt. ‘You’ve injured her? That’s . . . How could you possibly . . .’

‘She heals quickly.’ The Adept looked up. ‘Now we must hurry.’

Scrimlock followed the man’s gaze, and for a moment wondered what he was looking at. Then he spotted them: silhouettes against the glittering night, lean figures scaling the chains, moving quickly and silently to the watchtower’s single window. More Spine than Scrimlock had ever seen together. There had to be fifty, sixty. How was it possible he’d failed to notice them before?

‘Every single Adept answered the summons.’

‘All of them?’ Scrimlock hissed, lowering his voice. ‘Insanity! If she escapes . . .’ He wrung his hands. The Church could not afford to lose so many of its assassins.

‘She cannot escape. The window is too narrow for her wings; the roof is sealed, the door barricaded.’

Scrimlock glanced at the watchtower door. The iron brace looked solid enough to thwart an army. That still did not give him peace of mind. He looked for reassurance in the Adept’s eyes, but of course there was nothing there: only a profound emptiness the priest felt in his marrow. Could they have injured her? And what would be the cost to the Church? What revenge would she seek? God help him, this was too much.

‘I will not sanction this,’ he protested. He waved a hand at the heap of dead bodies, at the blood still leaking onto the cobbles. ‘Ulcis will not accept these opened corpses; every one of them is damned.

Y8 – 12/05/17

Due: 17/05 (Set: 12/05)

Title: Mockingjay – P1Q3

Task: Read the extract and answer Paper 1 Questions 3 (8 marks)

Paper 1 Question 3

You now need to think about the whole of the Source.

This text is the opening of a novel.

How is the text structured to interest you as a reader?

You could write about:

  • what the writer focuses your attention on at the beginning
  • how and why the writer changes this focus as the Source develops
  • any other structural features that interest you.

[8 marks]

Extract – Mockingjay – Susanne Collins

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is thought to be dead. Most likely he is dead. It is probably best if he is dead….

“Katniss. Should I come down?” My best friend Gale’s voice reaches me through the headset the rebels insisted I wear. He’s up in a hovercraft, watching me carefully, and ready to swoop in if anything goes amiss. I realize I’m crouched down now, elbows on my thighs, my head braced between my hands. I must look on the verge of some kind of breakdown. This won’t do. Not when they’re finally weaning me off the medication.

I straighten up and wave his offer away. “No. I’m fine.” To reinforce this, I begin to move away from my old house and in toward the town. Gale asked to be dropped off in 12 with me, but he didn’t force the issue when I refused his company. He understands I don’t want anyone with me today. Not even him. Some walks you have to take alone.

The summer’s been scorching hot and dry as a bone. There’s been next to no rain to disturb the piles of ash left by the attack. They shift here and there, in reaction to my footsteps. No breeze to scatter them. I keep my eyes on what I remember as the road, because when I first landed in the Meadow, I wasn’t careful and I walked right into a rock. Only it wasn’t a rock–it was someone’s skull. It rolled over and over and landed face up, and for a long time I couldn’t stop looking at the teeth, wondering whose they were, thinking of how mine would probably look the same way under similar circumstances.

I stick to the road out of habit, but it’s a bad choice, because it’s full of the remains of those who tried to flee. Some were incinerated entirely. But others, probably overcome with smoke, escaped the worst of the flames and now lie reeking in various states of decomposition, carrion for scavengers, blanketed by flies. I killed you, I think as I pass a pile. And you. And you.

Because I did. It was my arrow, aimed at the chink in the force field surrounding the arena, that brought on this firestorm of retribution. That sent the whole country of Panem into chaos.

In my head I hear President Snow’s words, spoken the morning I was to begin the Victory Tour. “Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, you have provided a spark that, left unattended, may grow to an inferno that destroys Panem.” It turns out he wasn’t exaggerating or simply trying to scare me. He was, perhaps, genuinely attempting to enlist my help. But I had already set something in motion that I had no ability to control.

Burning. Still burning, I think numbly. The fires at the coal mines belch black smoke in the distance. There’s no one left to care, though. More than ninety percent of the district’s population is dead. The remaining eight hundred or so are refugees in District 13–which, as far as I’m concerned, is the same thing as being homeless forever.

Points of Answer

Focus: Perspective and subject of paragraph

Tone: Positive? Negative? Tense? Humorous? Happy? Creepy? Mysterious?

Questions: What questions does the reader have after reading this section?

Answers: has the reader answered any questions from the previous section(s)?

Effect: How has this section made the reader feel?

Sentence Starters
Focus: The focus [opens on / shifts / broadens / narrows to]… where the reader learns…

Evidence: The writers states “…” and “…”

Tone: The tone [begins with / shifts to / grows]…

Questions: The reader is questioning… because…

Answers: The writer has (not) answered the reader’s questions of… because…

Reader: The focus [is / has changed] because… to make the reader feel…

Katniss is talking to the reader; she has escaped ‘HG’ and thinks Peeta is dead: Peeta was taken prisoner. He is thought to be dead.”

Tone? Negative – Katniss wants to be alone and thinks Peeta is dead
Questions? Why does Katniss want to be alone today especially?
Answers? We aren’t yet sure
Effect: Reader feels tense and curious

Katniss reflects on District 13 (her neighbouring district)’s poverty: The remaining eight hundred or so are refugees in District 13–which, as far as I’m concerned, is the same thing as being homeless forever.”

Tone? Creepy tone – as there are dead bodies littering the pathway
Questions? Why are people dead?
Answers? We think it may have something to do with Katniss
Effect: We are worried, tense, frightened

Katniss walks down a road covered in dead bodies: I stick to the road out of habit, but it’s a bad choice, because it’s full of the remains of those who tried to flee.”

Tone? Depressing / sad – because Katniss feels responsible for many deaths
Questions? Why did Katniss have to ‘set off a spark’ that lead to revolution?
Answers? We are not sure at this point
Effect: The reader is left feeling on edge – the future seems bleak for Katniss and her society

Y8 – 05/05/17

Due: 10/05 (Set: 05/05)

Title: Manderley

Task: Read the extract and answer Paper 1 Questions 1 (4 marks) and 2 (8 marks)

Extract – Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier (Chapter One)

Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me that I was passing through the iron gates that led to the driveway. The drive was just a narrow track now, its stony surface covered with grass and weeds. Sometimes, when I thought I had lost it, it would appear again, beneath a fallen tree or beyond a muddy pool formed by the winter rains. The trees had thrown out new low branches which stretched across my way. I came to the house suddenly, and stood there with my heart beating fast and tears filling my eyes.

There was Manderley, our Manderley, secret and silent as it had always been, the grey stone shining in the moonlight of my dream. Time could not spoil the beauty of those walls, nor of the place itself, as it lay like a jewel in the hollow of a hand. The grass sloped down towards the sea, which was a sheet of silver lying calm under the moon, like a lake undisturbed by wind or storm. I turned again to the house, and I saw that the garden had run wild, just as the woods had done. Weeds were everywhere. But moonlight can play strange tricks with the imagination, even with a dreamer’[s imagination. As I stood there, I could swear that the house was not an empty shell, but lived and breathed as it had lived before. Light came from the windows, the curtains blew softly in the night air, and there, in the library, the door stood half open as we had left it, with my handkerchief on the table beside the bowl of autumn flowers.

Then a cloud came over the moon, like a dark hand across a face. The memories left me. I looked again at an empty shell, with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. Our fear and suffering were gone now. When I thought about Manderley in my waking hours I would not be bitter; I would think of it as it might have been, if I could have lived there without fear. I would remember the rose garden in summer, and the birds that sang there; tea under the trees, and the sound of the sea coming up to us from the shore below. I would think of the flowers blown from the bushes, and the Happy Valley. These things could never lose their freshness.

Paper 1 Question 2

Look in detail at the second paragraph of the extract (above).
How does the writer use language here to describe the house?
You could include the writer’s choice of:

  • Words and phrases
  • Language features and techniques
  • Sentence forms

[8 marks]

Y7 – 02/05/17 & Y8 – 03/05/17

Due: 09/05 (Set: 02/05)

Title: Noun Types

Task: Revise from the class questions

1.Define the following wordclasses:

a)Proper Noun

b)Common Noun

c)Abstract Noun

d)Pronoun

2.Identify the noun types in each sentence:

a)I have baked the pudding.

b)I am in fear of my life.

c)Please, move your elbow.

d)I bought these from Oxfam.

3.Identify the nouns and their types in each sentence:

a)Our partnership was without jealousy

b)The silk handkerchief was white.

c)I left my heart on the doorstep of her beauty.

d)It was only luck that meant the Nova Hreod building was still standing.

Y7 & Y8 – 28/04/17

Due: 02/05 (Set: 28/04)

Title: More Than This

Task: Read the extract and write one further paragraph for Paper 1 Question 2 (8 marks). How does the writer use language here to bring the sea to life?

You could include the writer’s choice of:

  • Words and phrases
  • Language features and techniques
  • Sentence forms

But the current is too strong. It allows him tantalizingly near the surface but spins him upside down before he can get there, dragging him closer to the rocks.

The waves toy with him as he tries again.

And fails.

Then, without warning, the game the sea seems to have been playing, the cruel game of keeping him just alive enough to think he might make it, that game seems to be over.