Year 4 - News

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a Year 4 student? 

It’s not as easy as you think! Let’s have a sneak peek. 

The day begins with the inferencing gauntlet. These brave nine-year-old's plunge into the cryptic depths of poetry, wrestling with metaphors like language detectives in a literary escape room.

They don't just read poems—they excavate them, mining each stanza for hidden meanings like scholarly archaeologists.

With their prior knowledge of the world packed like intellectual armor, they combine it with every clue the poet dares to leave behind. They infer the unimaginable.

Reading aloud isn’t casual, every pause is a precise calculation. Every rhythm a heartbeat. Their fluency rivals seasoned actors, and they feel the text like Shakespeare in sneakers and school uniforms.

Then comes the creation: writing and constructing poems line by line, crafting stanzas like miniature architectural marvels. They measure syllables like engineers, count meters like mathematicians, and rhyme like lyrical wizards.

Refreshed after a quick break, they charge headfirst into the realm of numbers. Multiplication tables fly like ninja stars—quick, accurate, unstoppable.

They grapple with the dance of time: why the Earth spins, how we survive 365 rotations without spinning off into space.

Seconds are converted to minutes, then to hours, faster than a stopwatch in a time trial.

But wait! it’s 12-hour time vs 24-hour time. A battle of formats! 

Will 7:00pm become 19:00 or vanish into confusion? 

Not under their watch. These kids are human time machines.

Post-lunch, their minds reignite like fireworks. It's time for Inquiry, and the topic is nothing less than CREATIVITY ITSELF.

Not just “being creative”, no. They dive into the 7 forms of creativity like artists. 

They analyse art, music, movement, design, and more, not to consume, but to decode. What's the message? 

What's the purpose? 

What is the artist trying to say?

Then comes the mission: craft a creative piece with a message. 

They brainstorm like mad geniuses, eyes gleaming, pencils flying, minds whirring at 300 km/h.

Ideas spark. Paint flies. Words pour. They’re creators, philosophers, inventors. 

Spinning beauty out of chaos and leaving no question unanswered.