week 33 barometer

2 The Barometer - 17/6/2016

From the Headmaster Dear Parents,

Those associated with the Senior

School enjoyed an excellent evening on

Tuesday as we celebrated our first year

and looked forward to the next with

current and future parents at the Will to

Win Club, Hyde Park. There was a

wonderful atmosphere and Mrs Deedat

and 9 Fleet did a superb job selling

raffle tickets, thereby raising money for

our school charities. The first year of

the Senior School has really flown by; it

has been an incredibly successful one

and, with lots more interesting and

capable boys, together with talented,

enthusiastic and typically

#teamwetherby teaching staff, swelling

our ranks next year, the future for the

School is a tremendously exciting

one. Certainly, compared to this time

last year, when the previous occupants

were yet to move out and building work

not then begun, I can look forward to a far more restful summer, safe in the knowledge that our

school is secure, with a buoyant and dynamic future ahead.

As with our Pioneer Prep School parents in 2004, Pioneer Senior School parents have been

behind us right from the outset and it is clear that, over the course of this initial academic year,

and so much in evidence on Tuesday, a strong sense of being ‘in this together’ has united us

to forge close, strong bonds. Thank you all; you’re a wonderful bunch!

If it were needed, further evidence of the success of our first year can be seen below, as

Wetherby Senior becomes a significant destination school from the Prep School, with roughly

the same number of boys remaining with us as joining Eton and Harrow, and contributing to

the success of, what we believe at the Prep, is our strongest exit group to date.

The Barometer - 17/6/2016 3

From the Headmaster There won’t be many schools up and down the country that

can boast these sorts of statistics, particularly when we

remember that Wetherby Prep has, and always will be,

proud of the fact that we recruit boys of ‘mixed ability’. It

would be so easy to take only the brightest boys from our

hugely popular assessment days and get them into the ‘top

schools’ but we always take siblings; always take children

from our own, mixed ability pre-prep and always look for

boys who, though possibly not performing quite so well at

7+ and 8+, have that something uniquely ‘Wetherby’ about

them.

A fantastic achievement then for all boys, parents and our

immensely capable and compassionate staff, who took as

much pride and excitement in the results this week as the boys. Without wanting to

embarrass them too much, I would also like to note that, whilst I have overseen every exit

group, these boys, our strongest exit group ever, started their Wetherby Prep careers at the

same time as the current management team of

Miss Bailey, Miss Hart and Miss Olney –

something that cannot simply be a

coincidence. We’ve had the ‘2009 Pioneers’ but

I’m christening the 2016 Year 8 leavers as the

‘Bailey, Hart and Olney Generation’. They’ll be

the benchmark for many years to come, I am

sure.

Anyway, I could go on but I’m writing this from

Terminal 5 and have to get on the plane

now. Hopefully, by the time I land in New York,

England will have beaten Wales…

Have a good weekend,


Wetherby Prep 8+, 11+, 13+ exit group 2016

Day School Boarding School Notables

City Bradfield King’s Scholarship – Eton

City Bradfield Sports Scholarship – City

Emanuel Bryanston CE Commendation – Wellington

King’s Wimbledon Bryanston

King’s Wimbledon Charterhouse



Latymer Upper Charterhouse

St Paul’s Charterhouse

St Paul’s Eton

St Paul’s Eton

St Paul’s Eton

St Paul’s Eton

UCS Eton

UCS Eton

UCS Eton

Westminster Eton

Westminster Under Eton

Whitgift Harrow

Whitgift Harrow

Wetherby Senior Harrow



Wetherby Senior Marlborough




Wetherby Senior St Edward’s

Wetherby Senior Stowe



Wetherby Senior Wellington

Wetherby Senior Wellington

Wetherby Senior Winchester

Wetherby Senior

From the Headmaster


Monday 20th

Summer Examinations for all pupils No Year 9 Games WSS All Stars - CANCELLED

Monday Clubs

Basketball

Videography

Future Writers

Art and Design

Tuesday 21st

Summer Examinations for all pupils

No Year 9 Games

Tuesday Clubs

Chess & Backgammon

Fencing

Football

Grub Club

Wetherby Science

Wednesday 22nd

Summer Examinations for all pupils

Cricket Year 7 Inter-Trib @ Regent’s Park

Art Festival Week - Year 7 and 9 - Parents’ Art

Evening

14:15

18:30-20:30

Wednesday Clubs

Rock Band

Quiz Soc

History Film Club

Table Tennis

Thursday 23rd

Cricket Year 9 U14 WSS A/B vs UCS A/B (A)

14:15

Thursday Clubs

Lego

Table Tennis

Samba Percussion

Friday 24th

Art Festival Week - Year 9 Houser and Wirth Talk

School Choir

HM Assembly

am

13:30

15:00

Saturday 25th & Sunday 26th

DIARY & LUNCH MENU

Menu for Week Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday French Friday

Soup/Soupe Cream of

Tomato

Courgette

And Basil

Moroccan

Chick Pea

Green Pea and

Watercress Carotte et ciboulette

Meat main /

Plat principal

Spiced root & lentil

Casserole

Pork and Leek

Sausages with Fried

Onions

Cow Pie Minced

beef, baked beans

and cheese

Chicken Breast with

a Creamy Bacon

and Sweetcorn

Sauce

Ailes de poulet caraïbes

servis avec du

guacamole

Meat free main /

Plat végétarien

Cheesy Jackets

With Baked Beans

Vegetarian

Sausages with fried

onions

Stuffed Portobello

Mushroom with

Vegetarian

Bolognese

Onion Tart with

Black Olives and

Herbs on a Puff

Pastry Base

Gratin de chou-fleur et

pomme-de-terres au

fromage

To go with / pour

aller avec

Steamed

Rice

Mashed

Potatoes

New

potatoes

Roast

Potatoes Grosses frites au four

Served with /

servis avec Sticky Sweetcorn Savoy Cabbage Green Beans Roasted Carrots

Salade d’herbes

mélangées

Puddings /

Dessert

Chocolate and

Orange Mousse

Jam Sponge served

with

Custard

Blueberry

Cheesecake

Banana and Peach

Crumble with Cream

Gelée de fraise avec des

fraises à la crème

Always available Fresh Fruit, Salad Bar, Homemade yogurt and Dressings / Toujours disponible Fruits frais, Bar à salades, Yahourt frais et

assaisonements


ON THE NOTICEBOARD

Exam week

From the Deputy Headmaster:

Dear Parents,

I wish to draw attention to a number of changes to the school day in the

first half of next week as the boys write their examinations. The exam

timetable has been reproduced for your information but you will see that

Year 9 have games on Monday afternoon and Year 7 will be free to leave

after their revision period ends at 1615. Year 7 bus boys may, of course

remain in school until the normal collection time. Year 7 have games on

Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons and Year 9 will be free to leave at

1615 on both days after their revision period or activities end. All bus boys

may, of course remain in school until the normal collection time.

Thank you

ADVANCED WARNING

Parents’ evening start times on Tuesday 28th and Thursday 30th (Year 9)

and Monday 4th (Year 7) have been brought forward so that the evening

will run from 1730 to 1930 with the boys in attendance.

The Prize Giving Assembly on Friday 1st July will be held in Hinde St

Methodist Church and will start at 1430 not 1500 as advertised.


EXAM INFORMATION Year 7 Exam Timetable

Time Slot Monday 20th June Tuesday 21st June Wednesday 22nd June

08:55-10:00 (08:35-09:55 ET) English Chemistry Maths 1

10:00-10:10 Break Break Break

10:15-11:20 (10:05-11:20 ET) History Physics Biology

11:20-11:40 Break Break Break

11:45-12:50 (11:35-12:50 ET) Latin French Maths 2

12:50-13:45 Lunch Lunch Lunch

13:50-14:55(13.35-14.55 ET) Geography Games Games

14:55-15:05 Break Games Games

15:10-16:15 Revision Games Games

Year 9 Exam Timetable

08:55-10.00 (08:35- 09:55 ET)

Geography Chemistry Maths 2

10:00-10:10 Break

10:15-11:20 (10:05- 11:20 ET)

History Physics

9a Biology 9b Art 9c English

11:20-11:40 Break

11:45-12:50 (11:35- 12:50 ET)

Latin French

9A Art 9B English 9C Biology

12:50-13:45 Lunch

13:50-14:55(13:35-14:55 ET)

Games Maths 1

9A English 9B Biology 9C Art

14:55-15:05 Games Break Break

15:10-16:15 Games Revision Activities


WETHERBY SENIOR SCHOOL EXAMINATION RULES

Pupils who arrive late must come to Reception. Teachers supervising the exam will be notified by the

Office Staff and then they will be escorted into the exam by a teacher. No additional time will normally

be given.

Pupils who behave inappropriately will be awarded zero for the exam and/or be placed on detention.

Parents will be contacted.

Blue or black pens must be used. All necessary stationery must be in a clear plastic sleeve or pencil

case.

Pupils are responsible for checking that all sections of their exam answers are handed to the

supervising teacher at the conclusion of the exam.

CONDUCT DURING EXAMINATIONS

You Must:

Follow the day-to-day rules of the school;

Remove all essential exam equipment from your bag and leave the bag outside the room;

Turn off mobile phones and other electronic items and leave them in your bag;

Follow the supervisors' instructions at ALL times;

Sit at the desk allocated to you;

Behave in a polite and courteous manner during the exam;

Make a serious attempt to answer all questions in the examination;

You Must Not:

Speak or communicate to any other person other than the supervisors after entry into the exam

until you have completely left the exam room;

Eat in the exam room. (You may however bring a clear water bottle which contains water only);

Behave in a way likely to disturb the work of others or upset the conduct of the exam;

Attempt to communicate with another pupil. This will be deemed as an attempt at cheating and you will

be removed from the exam

Take into the exam room any books, notes, dictionaries, electronic dictionaries or other equipment

unless stated by your teacher;

Take a mobile phone or any other electronic device into the exam. Mobile phones must be switched

OFF and left in your bag. Music devices must also be left in your bag.

EXAM INFORMATION


SUMMER PARTY


From the Art and Design Department

CURRICULUM NEWS

Mr Meyer writes...

Art & Design Club this term has allowed boys to

look at sculpture considering the artist Naum

Gabo, one of the pioneers of the movement

'Constructivism'. They were provided with a

number of challenging resources from a craft

knife to a glue gun to help create their piece.

Throughout this process they were taught to think

three-dimensionally not just the front but also

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From the Philosophy Department

Mr Hartley writes…

A brain teaser from the Philosophy Department:

An argument is valid if and only if it takes a form that makes it impossible for the premises to be

true and the conclusion nevertheless to be false. So, which of these arguments are valid and

which are invalid? Answers in next week’s Barometer. Don’t ask any boy in 9A or 9B; they will

know the answer!

CURRICULUM NEWS


CURRICULUM NEWS From the IT Department

Mr Bray writes…

I have recently been investigating smartphone apps that our boys can use independently to extend their

computational thinking skills. Writing and manipulating code is best done with a full size keyboard, but

smartphones are ubiquitous and can effectively be used as tools for learning. The best app that I have

found is Learn Python by SoloLearn, which is free and available for iPhones, Android devices and MS

phones. This week in IT, Year 9 have been trying out the SoloLearn app to revise and extend their

Python coding skills. The boys found it intuitive and were able to make good progress; they should be

encouraged to continue using this app in their own time. Some boys are also keen to use other

SoloLearn apps to learn alternative languages, such as Java, C++ and HTML.


CURRICULUM NEWS

The Puzzles of War by Manu Dixit

Tuesday 16 January 1941

Today was a bit unusual. Despite coming home from a

rotten day from school having been beaten up by my

peers, I discovered a new world of opportunities.

It all started when I advanced off the bus home and

brought a newspaper to solve the crossword. Crosswords

were my specialty. I read a note over the crossword which

said: “If solved in under ten minutes call 078022 5013 for

an exciting career opportunity.” I didn’t know what an

exciting career opportunity meant, but I

eagerly started straight away (after all,

it was going to be exciting.) I had

finished and had checked the time I

took. I was surprised, as I had done it

in five minutes and forty-two seconds!

Nervously I called the number and I am

currently waiting for a response.

Friday 12 July 1941

I was heading on a rather bleak train

journey to a place called Bletchley.

Everyone was sad because of the

breakout of war, but the evacuated

children cheered happily as if there

was nothing happening. I guiltily kept really quiet because

my parents didn’t know I had escaped home last night. I

watched the green flash by and the grey clouds roll.

When I got there I was rather confused as this place was

massive. A man dressed in a military suit came to greet

me. A few minutes later I was interviewed on what I do

and my achievements. This man in the officer uniform

spoke to me very coldly as if I was one of those boys at

school who kept getting into detention. I got to meet all of

my other comrades and they were more or less a mixed

bag of people. The leader of them, a tall man called Hugh

Alexander, was rather like the man in the military uniform

minus the age and the uniform. We were left to fiddle

around with a wooden machine that closely resembled a

typewriter, only that it was the most complicated machine

ever, to see how it worked.

The man in the military suit interrupted. He briefed us on

when we had to work. Apparently this machine was a

German machine called “Enigma” and our job is to

decode every message that this machine had to offer.

The trouble is that they change the code at midnight, so

we can’t look at yesterday’s messages for evidence.

Saturday 17 July 1941

I am writing at one in the morning. I had until midnight to

crack the code that will be reset. Messages are first

intercepted at around six in the morning, meaning that we

each get around six hours of sleep each

night and eighteen hours of code

breaking. It’s extremely difficult because

we intercept a huge number of

messages, we have to know what they

mean as they could be German attacks,

and we have to decode all of them by

midnight, by which case it’s reset. When

it was midnight the room went down in

shouts such as “Really!” or “Today was a

bloomin’ waste.” I had only realised this

would be the same for every day until

Alan thought of a solution to reduce the

amount of work that we had to do. The

trouble is I’m not sure if it will work

Wednesday 19 October 1941

Alan was put in charge. He was only in charge because of

this ridiculously expensive machine that he thinks will

decode all Enigma messages ever! It could be good bet

as well because if we carried on working it out manually,

then, according to my calculations, we will be code

cracking for 20 million years! The catch is we don’t have

enough time to build the machine, let alone do

calculations ourselves. We had to set to work building the

machine and we had a month, or Alan did, to make it

work. It was pretty unfair because the military suit man

who told us to do this clearly wants Alan to leave this

program. We offered six months, but military man makes

it one! Great! Just brilliant! The blockhead in the military

suit doesn’t understand that we need to get it to work as

well!?

From the History Department Mr Warner writes…

Before Easter the boys were invited to submit entries for the Historical fiction competition. I have been really impressed by the quality of the entries. Here is a shortlist of the best stories. Judging will be

announced next week.


8703221 and Kurt by Joshua George Oppong

8703221: Death itself is tolerable.

Its coming is what all men fail to

overcome. You see, death is a

transitional phase; you pass from

this world to the next. Death is

futile, Death is weak… Death is just

a figment of our imagination.

The number 8703221 is draped across

my body. I have no name, what use

would it be. I devour my stale

bread, as if to become the mongrel I

am treated.

I stand and dig, dig to the

underworld in which these Nazis will

be thrown. The work is laborious.

Can’t do it. Why me? Why them? Why

us? We seem to have some sort of

futile hope… longing for a God who

has punished us. Hell on Earth.

Kurt: Digging their own graves.

Ironic? We, the Nazi’s are the ones

that need to dig our own graves –

The Allies are coming.

General Hanz F. told me to suppress

my guilt. “Bekämpfe es!” he would

roar… How can I fight it? Which

mortal could?

Wednesday 18 November 1941

This midnight our team had low hopes for Alan’s

machine working, we hadn’t yet figured out the fastest

way of using it. Sadly, it hasn’t worked as well as we

expected yet. There has been one hundred thousand

pounds invested in this bloomin’ Christopher and it will

come to waste. Tomorrow morning senior officers are

coming to test the machine. We tested it one more time.

If this time it didn’t work Alan, and possibly the rest of us,

would be fired. We turned it on. Everyone hopelessly

chanted “Going, going, going.”

Brrring!

Gone!

Wednesday 18 November 1941

This midnight our team had low hopes of Alan’s machine

working, we hadn’t yet figured out the fastest way of

using it. Sadly, it hasn’t worked as well as we expected

yet. There has been one hundred thousand pounds

invested in this bloomin’ Christopher and it will come to

waste. Tomorrow morning senior officers are coming to

test the machine. We tested it one more time. If this time

it didn’t work Alan, and possibly the rest of us, would be

fired. We turned it on. Everyone hopelessly chanted

“Going, going, going.”

Brrring!

Gone!

Thursday 19 November 1941

Alan would have been fired if we hadn't stuck up for him!

He was being a bit unreasonable over this past month.

Reluctantly, military man (I don’t actually call him that

because that would get me fired.) decided to let him stay.

The machine is really interesting actually. There are a lot

of ways that the machine can work better than what it

already does

and I like

doing that.

This is

Britain’s

equivalent of

Enigma.

Alan’s

massive

“Christopher”

still doesn’t

work because

it takes too long to figure out the code. Last midnight, the

“Christopher” was set five minutes before midnight and it

figured out the code afterwards. Everyone was cursing

dirty words (at Alan) that can’t be written down. However,

this machine was crucial because there was 20 million

years worth of settings. If the machine can’t win the war,

then the Nazis will do so and make our lives all very

miserable. Military man (for once) is actually making

sense. He is trying to project that we have a lack of time

and the machine is using too much of it. The problem is

not waiting for the machine to think, it’s building it fast

enough for it to do the thinking.

Saturday 11 march 1943

After more than a year, Alan’s huge machine works and

can find the code for every Enigma message ever

written. In this year we had to persevere and try to keep

out of mind what happened to the civilians. I had to skip

out this whole year because I kept being traumatised

about my parents in the firing line. I still had to do a lot of

midnight tasks. With clear heads we managed to work

our way around the problem. We can read where the

Germans are and almost pinpoint where they will attack.

The best news is I can finally get done with crosswords

for fun!


“Dig! Dig like you’ve seen a penny

in the ground!” The whip eludes my

hand (I wouldn’t that, I wouldn’t),

catching this

Jew on his left

thigh. His

s c r e a m i s

unearthly. I am

n o t t h i s

person, what am

I? What have I

become?

8 7 0 3 2 2 1 :

“oooooohhh,oh,oh,oh” an indelible

blood red mark is smeared across my

quadriceps. “ooooooh,oooooh, ohhh!”

I feel stupid, weak. A man like me

shouldn’t cry.

I can’t see anything. I can’t see.

The lashes are coming from

everywhere but I can’t see. Can’t

see. Can’t see. God help “awwwwwwww,

ohhh,oooohhh”

Kurt: I was wrong…this is fun. His

childish whimpers are hilarious.

T h e y b r i n g m e p l e a s u r e ,

satisfaction.

This is what

we fought

for. Jewish

annihilation.

8 7 0 3 2 2 1 :

Yahweh make

it stop!

Kurt: I will

never stop!

8703221: Forgive me!

Kurt: What’s wrong?

8703221: “STOP! I beg you!”

The Narrator: 8703221 died soon

after. Kurt was tried and found

guilty of war crimes. He pleaded

guilty.

Desolation by Salem Nusseibeh

It was a brisk day in Kunar Valley, Abu Ibrahim’s hands were shivering as he grasped onto his hoe as if his life was

dependent upon it. Abu Ibrahim with four children and one

young wife whose green eyes pierced like a sword through her once black niqab that had now been stained with the

dirt of the farm, was a fairly simple man with few demands

and interests. Abu Ibrahim was a farmer himself, providing

for his family with strong self-sufficiency and the collection of a few Afghani every Friday after he went to

pray Jummah Salat (Friday Prayer) in the local town

market.

Abu Ibrahim was a blend of being unique and traditional in appearance, he had blue eyes that

marked him as a Pashtun, a long dish dash, a

kapi, curly, greasy hair that was a light brown

like mud corrupted with rain and a long beard reaching his breast in a sort of deformed

triangle with a dyed red tip.

Yet Abu Ibrahim faced persecution. Being a

fairly well off man with a sizeable farm, the

People’s Democratic Party of Afghanistan in 1979 gave an offer to Abu Ibrahim, one he

could not refuse. He was to either pay an 80%

tax to the socialist government on all produce

and profits he made or to hand the farm over to the state. If he refused he would be imprisoned

for however many years the joke of a judge

could think of.

Abu Ibrahim in a state of perpetual stress and fear of the

Soviet backed government that visited him now weekly to ask for their due that they calculated with immense

accuracy was crying every Fajr (short ‘Fajr Salat’ or dawn

prayer). Making barely enough to keep him from becoming

as frail as the branch of an Abies Spectabilis he decided to allow his wife to divorce him taking their three children;

Osama, Ibrahim and Bushra. His wife then two weeks later

found a richer husband with whom she was content with in

central Kabul.

The months passed and entered far into Safar (depending on the year, the winter month). Abu Ibrahim grew more

hungry and tired.


On his way to Jummah Salat he saw people gathering. A

new Sheikh had arrived he was young with an Arab accent.

He had a small beard but ebony glistening eyes. After prayers the young Sheikh made his Khutbah (speech made

after prayer). In a stirring voice he proclaimed “O Muslims

of Afghanistan! How long has communism and secularism

trampled you? How long have you waited for the Jihad to be established yet neglected it for fear of persecution or

having your farm land confiscated?! Do you not see the

Najibullah lives in a fine Palace with his uncovered women and his golden plated car paid for by the Russians? Where

are you? Poor, starving? The Muslims are coming back

and they didn’t forget you!”. This speech was not met by

the usual nodding of the head nor the occasional applause or tear. The people all rose in synchronization, their index

fingers pointing to the heavens shouting at the top of their

lungs “There is no God but Allah and Allah is great!”. What was a mere event

in a mosque spiralled

into a massive protest. Stricken with woe, Abu

Ibrahim found himself

in the middle of the

rebellion.

With a crowd of several

hundred, rocks were propelled across the

streets against gravity

and the wind. Afghani military police, ill

equipped with sticks and

batons tried to quell the

outburst, but it would not do. Abu Ibrahim

himself picked up several rocks that he tossed with his frail

arms that had been denied proper food for months. The line

of protesters stood strong until a beast arrived.

A metal, massive monster whose tracks left behind terror and destruction. Humongous in size and marked with

Soviet symbols, it rumbled and tumbled, destroying the

market stalls made of stone and wood. It drove at a slow

but menacing pace towards the protesters who had never seen a Tank before. They fled quickly ducking beneath the

hills, others rushed to the side roads and some went into

the mosque. As the BMD-1 marched towards Abu Ibrahim he caught sight of a bird of war launched at immense speed

towards the tank. It almost missed and as it penetrated the

beast, it broke its armour in half causing an abundance of gas to be freed into the purely turquoise sky. The Bird was

commonly known as the RPG-7. Abu Ibrahim, then

looking for who this Bird was freed by, saw amidst the

smoke the two shining black eyes that started the entire

battle.

Abu Ibrahim ran to his hut. Where he shivered in fear of death but also with a childish excitement. When he opened

the door he saw the same young Arab siting on the floor

with a Kalashnikov in his hand pointing upwards. Unlike

in the Mosque he spoke with a hushed voice.

“Ibn Muhammad, worry not. They will not come here. The PDA is falling apart, with the help of Mujahid Zia Ul Haqq

we have taken the entire Kunar River. Our Soldiers have

become well equipped with Russian weaponry. We know

well of your trials from your wife and children…”

Abu Ibrahim’s eyes shot with light as the memory his

loved ones passed through him like an electric shock. But

then rationality interrupted and he interjected

“No I shall not join your war band of rebellious foreigners. I have no money, nor food. I am poor and I give all my

money to a system that doesn’t even benefit me.”

The Arab chuckled with a smile that revealed all his

perfectly white teeth

“And that is exactly why Justice must be brought

to these people. Anyhow

we are not asking for you to fight. Our men are

approaching this land and

liberating it as we speak.

However, we ask you to protect this farm land as

a safe haven for which

our men may dwell and we are willing to pay you

in Afghani and wheat.”

After a brief period of

silence, Abu Ibrahim

answered with a smirk.

“And what is better, a life under the fear of death and

starvation or one where I am rich helping the war against a

Jahilli Taghut (an ignorant Tyrant)?"

They shook hands and the Arab rose and disappeared.

As the days passed into the early Spring of the beginning

of the 1980s life was good for Abu Ibrahim. His fat began

to become apparent again, he had a bolt action rifle to protect himself and his collection of books grew

extensively. The crops seemed to get only better and the

fighters were kind. But the memory of his family haunted

him. Soon however another disaster would ruin Ibn

Muhammad’s life.

Raining from the skies at immense speeds were metal tears of fire. The KGB reported to Russian Air Support about

Rebels in Kunar and days of bombing proceeded.

Abu Ibrahim saw the missiles flying from the heavens into

his crops and nearby. Explosions and death ensued.

Hundreds died. The Local mosque was blown up and crops

set alight.


Various soldiers tried to shoot down the planes with bullets or dig tunnels but both proved unsuccessful. A land of

emerald grass and pure crystal water had turned burnt

black.

Abu Ibrahim often spoke to the fighters descending from Kunar to Kabul. One stuck out to Abu Ibrahim, it was a

Shia from Iraq. Abu Ibrahim could see this by how he

prayed and what time he broke his fast. He then approached

the man and asked him in a slightly anxious way

“Brother, uhm. I can tell you’re not the average.” Abu

Ibrahim paused

The young Shia gave a smile and pierced the soul of Abu

Ibrahim with a message that implied “Go on”. They waited

a bit before he spoke

“That I am not a Sunni?”

Abu Ibrahim shook his head.

“And I am Shia. And inspired by the events in Iran I have

come to another land yearning for freedom and Tawhid (monotheism of Islam). So why should I neglect my

brothers if they pray differently? I have come to a land

ruled the lesser Satan and I have no plan to leave.”

Tears crawling the cheeks of Abu Ibrahim were scratching

at his retina trying to break free. Until Abu Ibrahim’s eyes

went a deep red and he hugged the young man. And with

that no more words were needed, they mutually understood

that in this land was unity against an enemy.

One day from the Pakistan border a unit of soldiers arrived

one equipped with an FIM-92 Stinger. As the jet dipped in for the bombing of more crops, the solider locked on

tracing the dragon with his spear before launching it

directly into the side of the beast. Jumping occurred as the

jet exploded above the air and cries of “God is Great!” echoed throughout the valley. Abu Ibrahim laughed and

screamed absolute nonsense as he felt a sense of hope.

But to Abu Ibrahim's and his comrades' disappointment what seemed as a victory only attracted more unwanted

attention. Over the months Abu Ibrahim hid away as

bombing intensified. His hut was destroyed and he was forced into the Panjshir Valley where he saw intense

fighting. Refusing to actively participate with the war, Abu Ibrahim grew his capital. Never remarrying he gave extra

money to Rebel charities and oversaw the war.

Now a great funder of the cause; various weapons were

bought courtesy of Abu Ibrahim. This however did not grow his popularity amongst some as various newspapers

branded him a "Terrorist" and an "American agent".

Yet with increasing enthusiasm he wrote various books

used as propaganda against the Russian invasion.

The days grew darker and more complicated. The Arab

sheikh was killed by another rebel faction and various rebel groups started infighting for land in Abu Ibrahim's home of

the Kunar Valley.

The war grew. Organizations were formed, terrorism and

sectarianism grew. The cause corrupted. Shias no longer fought with Sunnis and every group deemed one another to

be “un-Islamic”. Abu Ibrahim stopped his writings and the

grey in his beard became greater. As the war turned into civil conflict, Abu Ibrahim gave up his supportive role.

Instead every Monday and Friday he lectured at the local

mosque in Kabul to which he moved.

Far into the crimson valley passed the moments of youth. It

wasn’t until the white hairs of Abu Ibrahim declared their

conquest, when his eyes turned from blue to a pale shade of

transparent celeste that he realized that life was no longer

as easy as it was once

In this small Mosque which had a bright violet carpet and a

single dome with beautiful calligraphy stating the names of the companions of the Prophet Muhammad in it and one

large cream coloured minaret, people came and went. But

one Friday, he saw a familiar face.

A young boy stumbled in with a missing eye and his arm scared by shrapnel. He performed his prayers and then sat

looking directly at Abu Ibrahim. Abu Ibrahim recognized it

as his son Osama, a rush of joy overwhelmed his curiosity into why the Boy was so badly hurt. He sat next to him

crossing his stick thin legs. They looked at each other for a

while and then their hands gravitated towards each other. Abu Ibrahim began to weep and a single tear from his son

trickled down from his lone eye.


Air Raid by Dylan Auerbach

I sat down at the table and watched

my mother cooking the sausages that

I had bought with the money I got washing Mr Brown’s windows. I still

had tuppence left and I intended to

spend it at the sweet shop. Just as my mother said that the sausages

were about 5 minutes away the air-

raid siren went off. My mother was angry that the expensive sausages

were going to go to waste, but she

was more interested than getting the family in the air-raid shelter that

was shared with that end of the

street. We went out of the house and ran to the shelter that was in Mrs

Johnson’s garden. My father was in

the air force and would probably be getting ready to take off. I went

into the shelter and closed my eyes

trying to imagine that it was me in the plane feeling the power of the

shuddering engine, but just as my

imagination took me to the air my mother called me over to help with

the candles. Once I had finished we all fell silent and listened to the

aircraft and explosions.

The bombs whistled as they fell in

their hundreds all over England.

Bang, Bang, Bang. That was the sound of the anti-aircraft cannon at

Waterloo. A great volley of Bangs

could be heard behind them; that was

the cannons at Canary Wharf. I heard

a whistling much louder than any

before and in those few seconds it

felt like an hour, everybody worked it out at the same time. We had

barely opened our mouths to scream

when an incendiary bomb smashed into the exact place where the entrance

to the air-raid shelter was. The miracle was that of all of the

candles that fell over and smashed

none of them caught fire on anything.

“What happened to you my boy?” Abu Ibrahim said as his

tears and happiness choked him at the same time.

“Your money did this!" The boy whispered angrily

"Every time you funded those rebels you funded a death.

Initially it was the death of a tyrant or invader but then slowly it became the death of any person on the street

passing. My mother Khadija whom now is dead because of

one of your friend’s missions was blown apart and I was standing a streets width apart from her. I know you were

here, so I came to tell you to repent for your sins. And I am

telling you, a heart only pure for a political intention is a heart easily corrupted. Your friends either died or became

murderers and I can only blame you for not knowing

better!" The boy lectured.

Abu Ibrahim’s grip loosened, as the he lay back. Osama

kissed him on the fore head and stormed quickly outside

the door.

Later that evening Abu Ibrahim Ibn Muhammad in his

mosque rocking back and forth trying to learn the Quran

but too distracted by his encounter wrote his will. He made sure every letter was thought meticulously and wrote the

script as if it was a fine poet of art. And with that he felt an

ease of heart of which he only felt from before the war and in the warm embrace of his wife. Feeling content he then

rest himself by the Mosque wall, cupping his hands to

make his last prayers, reciting the Quran he declared the

Shahadah (the Islamic testimony of faith) and died.

And on his unmarked grave no man visited nor cared.


However everything that was in the

shelter from the beds to the crates of food was thrown around and on the

people in the shelter. I managed to

strike a match and I found that I was one of the only 4 people

standing of the 52 in the shelter. I

helped up about 5 people before I

had the sense to

light one of the candles. I then

realised when I looked up at the

door that we

weren’t going to get out. The door

had buckled and

caved in and was bent into the

side of the thick

metal roof.

Two people were

clearly dead and about three were injured badly. My mother who had

been a nurse looked after them while

I focused on lighting candles. Afterwards the people in the shelter

held a meeting and sat around taking

it in turns to try and work out what they were going to do in the

meantime. It was my idea to take all

the fragments and melt them and put them into a cylindrical shape to

create more candlesticks. Food was

not a problem we all had brought down food for several weeks in case

of a long air raid and we now had about five weeks’ worth of food but

our water case was not good. We only

had about enough water for ten days maybe twelve if we were lucky. A few

of the people helped to replace the

beds into the correct position. I call them beds but really they were

only lumps of wood with a blanket on

top.

We didn't know how long we were

going to be there for so they kept

one candle going in the day and they

were out at night so that they would ration for a while.

Food was limited to two meals a day and water was rationed even further.

A few days passed with not a lot of

change and then we heard the

sound of bombs

falling again not far from where we

were. And another familiar sound

like a whistle

sounded falling down towards us.

It struck the

ground near our jammed door and

miraculously it

blasted a hole i n t o t h e

aluminium and

cleared all the mud and dirt from near it. It was the first time that

the fifty people in the bunker had

seen the light of day for five days but the hole was way too small for

any of them to get through. Me and a

few other children were given the task of trying to pull the aluminium

before realising that tools were

needed. A few metal rods were recovered and given to us and we

started to prise away the metal by

using the stick as a crowbar. When the hole was big enough I crawled

through and sprinted to the nearest house.

I got help and finally everyone who was in the bunker was out. The story

was printed admittedly only on page

seven in the local paper and there had been a radio interview of Mrs

Johnson and we were relieved to see

that the only damage to our house was a smashed window and a few

broken tiles but the house was

otherwise fine.


The Apprentice by Pip Evans

London, 1837. Billy, the finest pickpocket in the

city is hunting for his next prey and he doesn’t

even have a surname. He is an orphan,

abandoned by his parents at a young age and

taken in by the backstreets of this devilish city.

Paradise for the rich, hell for the poor.

Billy is small and sneaky. He has dark scruffy

hair. He has no home and lives by stealing. He

works alone. He has had offers to join other

gangs but has declined. No-one will hurt him

because he is the king

of the streets,

impossible to catch and

with his long coat,

impossible to see at

night.

He sneaks around one

of the expensive pubs

near the muddy river

called the Bank Side.

He finds a man with a

strange beard. He is of average size and quite

thin, and to Billy’s delight, he is alone. He is

holding a walking stick in one hand but is not old.

In the other hand he is holding a ream of papers

with scribbled ink over them.

Billy creeps around this man an puts his hand

into his pocket but the man swings around and

smacks Billy with his walking stick. Billy is

shocked. This is the first time that this has

happened to him. Billy is unarmed and on the

ground with his opponent standing over him. He

inspects Billy an then walks off swiftly.

That night Billy scuttled off very quickly and

couldn’t stop thinking about the man. Billy

thought why he didn’t hit him more and not even

kill him. Billy looked at the small bruise on his

chest and went to sleep in the attic above a

bakery. Billy did not sleep that night.

The next day Billy went to the same pub to try

and find this man and ask him why he didn’t kill

him or hurt him. Plus why he just walked off

without saying anything.

The night came swiftly and the man walked to

the entrance of the pub and stopped and said, “I

wasn’t expecting you

here again, come

inside and I will buy

you something to eat.”

Billy followed the man

and sat down with him.

When the server came

over she smiled as if

she knew the man.

She was very beautiful

and made Billy blush.

Everyone was greeting

him with smiles. Billy looked surprised. The

server said, “hello Charles, what will you want to

eat?” The man called Charles replied, “we will

share a roast pigeon and have your best ale”.

Billy couldn’t help smiling. He felt something that

he had never felt before.

They chatted for a long time about what they

both did. Charles was a new writer and Billy was

a pickpocket. Charles wasn’t shocked. Billy felt

embarrassed but that was soon over when the

meal came. It was the largest amount of food

Billy had ever seen.


He thanked Charles very much for this then the

ate like kings. In this case like Queen Victoria.

They chatted about names and how Billy did not

have a surname and then the man’s name was

revealed. He was called Charles Dickens. After

their meal Charles invited Billy to stay with him

for the night as he had a spare bed. Also Billy

was homeless and Charles felt sympathy for the

young man.

After a good night Charles, who was in a rush to

get to the river woke Billy up. Billy put on his

clothes and followed Charles out of the door and

ran over to the Thames where there were crowds

of people. They finally got a good view of the

river and then with loud cheering two boats went

past at speed. Charles shouted “c’mon Oxford.”

This was the Boat race between Oxford and

Cambridge.

When the two men were having lunch Charles

asked Billy if he wanted to be his apprentice. Billy

would have to study and learn from Charles and

collect his supplies for him. He would also have

to give up stealing and live with Charles.

Thinking over this decision, Billy decided to go

with it and become Charles Dickens’ apprentice.

Billy’s first job was to buy some food from the

market. As it was a Saturday the crowds were

pouring into the city centre. Billy squeezed

himself through to the front of the stalls and

bought the fruit and vegetables. He then bought

some meat. He then returned to the pub.

At the pub there was the beautiful server who

looked at Billy and cam over and sat down next

to him. He tried to make conversation with this

girl who was called Tara. It was a hopeless

attempt from Bill. Finally Tara said, “I’m off duty

tonight you should come and buy me a drink.”

Billy blushed and Tara left.

That evening Billy went out the pub and saw

Tara looking as beautiful as ever. Billy walked

over shyly and greeted her. She kissed him on

the cheek. When Billy started drinking he relaxed

and managed a proper conversation with Tara.

Charles was scratching his chin when Billy found

him later. He didn’t know what to call his new

book. The book was about the Papers of a club.

He also needed to find a name for the club. Billy

read parts of it and couldn’t stop laughing. Then

out of nowhere Billy said, “how about the

Pickwick club and the book shall be called the

Pickwick Papers”. Dickens said, “I love it!!”

One month later Charles and Billy went to this

huge party to celebrate his new book called the

Pickwick Papers. It was a huge success. Tara

was there and kissed Billy. There were going to

get

married

next

month.

Billy now

wears a

suit. Billy

and

Charles

approach

some

people

and they

say to Billy, “what’s your name?” Charles winks

at Billy and replies, “his name is Billy Pickwick

Dickens and he is my nephew.” Billy and Charles

then burst out laughing.


Mr Dawson writes...

Year 9 headed to Switzerland last week for

their residential so that they could visit CERN

and the beautiful city of Geneva. Before I let

the boys tell you all about the trip, I would like

to say a huge thank you to all the boys and

parents for their support, and most importantly,

for managing to get to school on time for such

an early departure!

DAY 1

Last Wednesday the whole of Year 9 plus Mr

Dawson, Mrs Deedat, Mr Hartley, Mr Hasthorpe

and Mr Bray went to Geneva. We met in school at

5am and then departed for Heathrow. After

checking in we went straight to the IT Discovery

Centre. First, we had a tour showing us technology

through time and then we played on the tablets.

Afterwards, we had a talk about the origins of the

World Wide Web.

By Adin and Rory

Year 9 visit Geneva


What a lovely water spout

Y9 scream for ice cream


With the information packed

CERN earlier in the day, it was

now time to relax at Geneve-

Plage. As we boarded the boat

for a 5 minutes ride it was hot

and the water was tropical

despite being in central

Europe! Arriving on the beach

most of us couldn't resist a

game of football and some

were just gazing at the lovely

lake Geneva. We put our legs

in the water and Mr Bray even

had a swim. It was a great

ending to our second day in

Geneva.

Louis, Tyburn

We took the 18 tram early in

the morning to CERN. We had

a very interesting lecture by

physicist working at CERN

telling us about how the Large

Hadron Collider worked and

the current research hey were

undertaking. We then took a

coach to the ATLAS detector

where we saw the control

room. After that we split into

groups and were given talks

about what each part of the

hadron collider was and we

even got to see the cryogenic

testing lab for the magnets. It

was really fun.

Pip, Tyburn

DAY 2


With the information packed

CERN earlier in the day, it was

now time to relax at Geneve-

Plage. As we boarded the boat

for a 5 minutes ride it was hot

and the water was tropical

despite being in central

Europe! Arriving on the beach

most of us couldn't resist a

game of football and some

were just gazing at the lovely

lake Geneva. We put our legs

in the water and Mr Bray even

had a swim. It was a great

ending to our second day in

Geneva.

Louis, Tyburn

We took the 18 tram early in

the morning to CERN. We had

a very interesting lecture by

physicist working at CERN

telling us about how the Large

Hadron Collider worked and

the current research hey were

undertaking. We then took a

coach to the ATLAS detector

where we saw the control

room. After that we split into

groups and were given talks

about what each part of the

hadron collider was and we

even got to see the cryogenic

testing lab for the magnets. It

was really fun.

Pip, Tyburn

We woke up bright and early

at 6.30am on Thursday and

proceeded to eat breakfast.

After a series of trams we

arrived at CERN HQ. After a

long but interesting briefing

from a ‘particle wizard’ we

made our way to France.

While in France we saw and

learned about many parts of

the particle collider. After this,

we travelled back to

Switzerland and went to

ATLAS HQ, (ATLAS is a

particle detector), where we

learned about the structures

and use of ATLAS. We then

saw the control room where a

team were undertaking

maintenance on the collider.

We then watched a 3D film on

the Hadron Collider and then

went outside for lunch before

returning to the hotel.

By Armand and Thomas, Fleet

After lunch we went to the Red

Cross Museum being first

greeted by the

‘Petrified Ones’

which are a group

of statues of

people about to be

executed. We

played on a game

which aimed to

help people prepare for a

hurricane. This museum was

stunning and a poignant

reminder of the challenges we

face across the world.

By Nelson and Josh, Fleet

After the Red Cross Museum

we went back to the hostel

and grabbed a few drinks. We

walked down to the ice cream

café next to Lake Geneva and

made the most of the beautiful

sunshine. We then

went on a boat trip

to the other side of

the lake and played

on the beach. We

played football and

used the

playground which

was constructed of

tyres and was extremely fun.

We then returned to the hotel,

had dinner and went to bed.

By JP and Will, Fleet

CERN explained

Original Geneva

Convention

Red Cross

foot


DAY 3

On the final day we woke up at 7am and went to the canteen

for an amazing breakfast. We then went to the UN

Headquarters. We learnt about the UN itself, the grounds and

how it evolved following WWII. We then went to the airport.

Thank you to all the teachers for organising such a fantastic

trip.

By Massi and Jack, Fleet

On our final day in Geneva we took the trip to the United

Nations Office. Our tour guide gave a very detailed explanation

on every aspect of the building and history of the UN. The

building was aesthetically beautiful. From very aged rooms of

the original League of Nations to the new and beautiful ones.

Every aspect of the visit made a great end of the trip.

Ben Dye, Tyburn

After an early breakfast and packing we headed of to the park.

The sky was a crisp baby blue and we could feel the warm sun

comforting our skin. At the park we play football and rugby in

front of the shinny lake. Then we headed of to the United

Nations (UN) Office. There we explored the impressive

conference rooms, hallways and overall structure of this palace

like building whilst learning a lot about the history and the

future of the UN. We headed back to the hostel to collect of

bags and took the train to the airport where we had a quick

lunch and then headed back home.

Oli, Walbrook


Inside the UN

The UN

Wheeeeeeeee!Wheeeeeeeee!


SPORTING NEWS

Mr Sullivan writes...

Good luck to everyone next week taking your

exams. I have a few tips for you.

Exercising for exam success

A healthy body means a healthy mind. Take

care of yourself during the exam period by

eating well, sleeping well and exercising

regularly.

Exercise helps to oxygenate the brain and

release tension, helping you to keep calm,

mentally relax and study more efficiently.

TOP EXERCISE TIPS

Little and often

You spend a

great deal of time

sitting at the

computer or with

your head in a

book when

revising for exams. You can’t revise effectively

for excessively long periods, so take regular

breaks to stay productive. A simple walk to the

shops can be enough to help you clear your

head so that you return refreshed to your

studies.

Develop a routine

A balanced routine of work and play is essential

during revision and exam time. It might feel like

you’re too busy, but try to maintain a regular

exercise schedule - aim to get active at least

every other day.

Exercise releases endorphins that make you

feel good, reducing stress and helping you to

get good night’s sleep - but avoid stimulating

activity just before bed, to give your brain time to

wind down.

Know what works for you

Plan your exercise during periods when you

know you generally won’t study. Some people

work better in the morning, some at night – if

you plan your exercise around your study

schedule then you won’t miss out on valuable

revision time.

Use your feet

If your exam is

close to where

you live, why not

walk there

instead of been

driven or taking

the bus? A short walk before an exam helps you

to relax and focus your thoughts.

Good luck, boys!

From the Games Department


SPORTING NEWS

Wetherby Senior School As vs Wetherby Prep School As

Mr Meyer writes...

The forecast was for rain during much of the week, but thankfully

the heavens held off and the inaugural cricket fixture against

Wetherby Prep School took place at WSG under the warming

June sunshine.

The boys were blessed and fortunate to play on a beautiful

square.

We won the toss and our captain Finlay Waters elected to field

first. The whole team had an opportunity to bowl. Jude Jones

bowled with a consistently tight line always getting the batsman

to play a shot. Alexander Piggott Testa bowled economically

achieving a maiden over.

George Gerson bowled with great accuracy getting an lbw with

his first

bowl.

In bat, Billy Macpherson batted defensively

allowing the captain at the other end to play

with a sense of freedom scoring 27 runs

without loss.

Wetherby narrowly missed out on a victory but

can take a lot of heart from their performance.

Year 7 Inter-Trib Cricket

Our first ever Year 7 Inter-Trib

Cricket is on Wednesday 22nd

June 2016 and starts at

2:15pm. Come down and

support your TRIB! Come on

Fleet, Walbrook & Tyburn!

Venue: Regents Park – Sports

Hub (See below). All the RED

circled numbers are Regents

Park Cricket pitches we will be

using. If you intend to watch

please be aware that there is

no parking onsite and please

use the pre-paid parking bays

outside the park.

Year 7 Cricket


SPORTING NEWS

Wetherby Prep School B vs. Wetherby

Senior School B

Mr Murphy writes…

Wetherby Sports Ground played host to the

much anticipated Wetherby derby.

The weather was much improved from the

preceding days with the sun shining.

Wetherby Senior School opened the batting and

steadily built up some runs ending on a solid

total.

With WSS in the field they faced some

accomplished batting from Wetherby Prep

School, scoring a flurry of 4s and well directed

shots.

Notable fielding performances must go to Misha

for a great catch; Beau and Jacques displaying

great technique with their long barriers and

Bohemond and Leo for some solid deliveries

culminating in a number of wickets.

The game ended with a narrow defeat but all the

boys applauded each other's effort with great

respect and dignity. Above all, this was a

thoroughly entertaining game which Mr Sullivan

would have been pleased to see the

development from both the batting and in the

field.


SPORTING NEWS Year 9 Inter-Trib

To be continued on Monday 27th June…

Tier 1 Inter-Trib Cricket

Mr Frasers writes…

Fleet v Walbrook

The inaugural game of Year 9

First Tier Inter-Trib cricket was

played between Fleet and

Walbrook. Both teams were

full of energy throughout the

match and played some

fantastic cricket. Fleet opted

to bowl first and got off to a

great start with Josh George -

Oppong getting a wicket with

the third ball of the match.

The captain of Fleet, Jack,

backed up Josh with a great

over of his own, getting a

wicket with just three runs

coming off the over. With a

slow start and losing two

wickets the captain of

Walbrook, Oli Lind, came in

and smashed the ball around.

Oli was ably supported by the

rest of his team and posted a

very good score of 26 runs for

3 wickets off their 6 overs.

Fleet had their chance to gain

back authority of this match

that looked like it was slipping

away from their grasp, after a

great start. Luke had a shaky

start, but finished the first over

off fantastically with 4 dot

balls. Giacomo was up to

bowel the second over, which

was the best over of the day

with figures of 1 over, 0 runs

and 1 wicket. He followed this

up later in the game with

another superb over, scoring

just the 2 runs off it and

getting another wicket. With

the bowlers on fire, it was very

hard for the batsman of Fleet

to score many runs. Marcos

tried his best to manipulate

the field and run hard

between the wicket, along

with his captain who

bludgeoned two fantastic

cover drives through the

infield. Fleet’s innings came to

an end, scoring 20 runs for 5

wickets. The match was

ultimately decided on the

number of wides that were

bowled by both sides, and

with Walbrook bowling fewer ,

they were victorious.


SPORTING NEWS Tyburn v Fleet

Fleet were sent in to bat

straight away as we were

losing time between innings.

Jack and Josh were sent in

to bat first and got off to a

great start, scoring 15 runs

off the first 2 overs.

However this quick start

was halted from a wicket

midway through the second

over by Matthew and a

great over from Sean . Sean

bowled the second wicket

maiden of the day, which

could not have come at a

better time for Tyburn. From

there on it was quite an

even contest, with neither

the bowler nor batsman

getting the upper hand.

Edouard, Pip (who got 2

wickets in his second over)

and Matthew all bowled

good line and length, but

Nelson, Paul and Massi

were determined to keep

the scoreboard ticking over.

Fleet ended up with 31 runs

for 5 wickets in their innings.

The bar was set very high

by Fleet and would take a

great team innings from

Tyburn to defeat them. Paul

got off to a great start

dismissing big hitter

Gouilliard with the third ball

of the innings. This however

brought two first team

players in to bat. For the

next three overs they

showed why they were in

the first team, with some

powerful hitting and mainly

with some great

communication and running

between the wickets.

Tyburn looked like they

would cruise to a win

needing less than a run a

ball with 5 balls to go.

However a magical ball from

Jack dismissed Masri and

brought in new batsman

Rahul. 2 balls were left and

2 runs were needed for the

win, meaning Tyburn scored

32 runs for 2 wickets.

Unfortunately a wide was

bowled and due to the rules

of the day it meant that 2

runs were scored. It was a

fantastically fought match,

that came down to the last

couple of balls of the match.


SPORTING NEWS

Tier 2 Inter-Trib Cricket

Mr Meyer writes…

Match 1: Fleet 50 for 0 vs. Walbrook

37 for 1

This was an excellent first game with

Armand 8* and Will 14* batting from

start to finish. The best bowling figures

came from Michael who only let 6 runs

go by in his 6 ball over.

In the second innings, Alan made 7 but

was caught and bowled by Armand and

Lachlan made 8 not out. Walbrook fell

14 short of victory.

Match 2 Fleet 40 for 3 vs Tyburn 36

for 1

This was an extremely close match with

Fleet winning by a 4 runs. Well done to

Ben Dye (Fleet) who got 2 wicket for

just 3 runs; very economical figures

indeed.

Match 3 Tyburn 66 for 1 vs.

Walbrook 34 for 0

This was a largely one sided affair with

Tyburn winning handsomely. Vadim’s

innings of 13 not out showed how far

he has come as a batsman. Harrison

bowled well, also, displaying sound line

and length throughout his over.

With the Tier 1 matches yet to finish,

we shall wait with baited breath as to

who the winner will be…


SPORTING NEWS

IAPS TriathlonIAPS Triathlon Mr Meyer writes...

Well done to Luca

Grinceri, Dylan

Auerbach, Adhémar

and Bohemond

Foucault d'Amécourt

who took part in the

IAPS triathlon at

Dulwich Cranbrook,

Kent, on Sunday of

last week. With the

rain unrelenting

throughout the day,

conditions were more

like a November’s

day, but the boys

never gave up -

swimming 250

metres, cycling 4000

metres and running

1km. They showed

great commitment

throughout and all

completed the

challenging course

with a set of very

impressive times and

finding a new sport

that they can

continue to work at.


Euro 2016 Fantasy Football

Well done England on beating Wales yesterday

2-1 (sorry Mr

Murphy). More

important

matters –

congratulations

to Fancy a busquets – who is this secret leader?

Plenty of games ahead and I think Miss

Valentine could take it all.

Sports Quote of the Week

‘No matter what accomplishments you make, somebody

helped you’

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CLUB NEWS

Miss Lillington writes...

In Grub Club this week, the boys made Italian pasta salad using a variety of different ingredients including olives, sun

dried tomatoes, peppers and parmesan.

The highlight of the session was watching Himat and

Maxime have a jalapeño eating contest!

Star bakers were Beau and Maxime for their beautiful

colourful dishes!

Grub Club


CLUB NEWS

Mr Warner writes…

Here are this week’s chess results. A particular mention must go to Edouard and Bennett who managed to fit in 7 games of speed chess. As usual the scoring is red for a win,

blue for a stalemate.

Chess Club


CLUB NEWS


CLUB NEWS Quiz Club

Winners this week were Walbrook!

Today's quiz question for parents to try - The Danube flows four capital cities. Name three!

Winners

Tom, Lachlan, Michael, Talal

Answers: Vienna, Bratislava, Budapest, Belgrade

VOTING NEWS Mr Hartley writes…

The results for last week’s voting on whether women should be

obliged to wear high heels to work. More on Votes For Schools

next week.

From the Editor

On this week’s front cover: Year 9 in front of the United Nations building in Geneva. On the

back: Year 9 outside the CERN visitor centre. For all comments and feedback please

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