English is one of the core subjects and without doubt, one of the flagship subjects within Glengormley High School.
The English Department aims to:
- encourage the development of all pupils in reading, writing, talking and literacy;
- enable pupils to be able to work independently and as part of a team;
- enable pupils to develop a range of desirable personal qualities such as perseverance, initiative and independence;
- build confidence in pupils, encourage success and develop each pupil’s potential in order to prepare them for adult life.
Pupils of the Month in English
Congratulations to the pupils from Discovery who performed fantastically in their December tracking session for English.
Congratualtions to the pupils from Apollo who performed fantastically in their December tracking session for English.
Congratualtions to the pupils from Challenger who performed fantastically in their December tracking session for English.
Congratualtions to the pupils from Endurance who performed fantastically in their December tracking session for English.
Congratualtions to the pupils from Voyager who performed fanatastically in their December tracking session for English.
GCSE English Language
Feeling stressed about your English Language GCSE? Need more help? Do not panic! Attend our ‘Catch-up Clinics’ which are running each week in the English department for all Year 11 and Year 12 pupils. See your English teacher for more details.
Our pupils follow a dynamic and engaging programme of work which has been carefully designed to provide opportunities to develop essential literacy skills. Our schemes of work provide differentiated learning opportunities for all students. All pupils work through a series of units which aim to build a solid basis for KS4 study.
All KS3 pupils also engage with Drama and during Year 10, pupils study the basics of GCSE Media Studies to enable them to widen their choices at KS4.
Year 10 Media Studies pupils produce some superb film posters.
Year 10 Media Studies pupils produce some excellent magazine covers.
GCSE English Language and GCSE English Literature
In Glengormley High all pupils are required to study GCSE English Language. We teach the CCEA Specification which consists of four units taught over a two year period.
Pupils also are offered the opportunity to study English Literature at GCSE and have the chance to increase their wider reading, looking at the variety and choice of text, poetry, prose and drama. Pupils will also study modern texts that relate more closely to their own experience. Group work, class discussions and research will also enhance pupils’ understanding of the texts. Pupils will also be given the opportunity to attend theatrical performances of any of the texts.
For GCSE English Literature, pupils must be able to express themselves clearly and demonstrate an ability to work independently. A sound foundation in English Language at Key Stage 3 is essential.
GCSE Media Studies
Pupils also have the choice to study GCSE Media Studies following the WJEC specification. Pupils have the opportunity to draw on their existing experience of the media and develop their ability to explore and create a wide range of media, including digital media technologies, drawing on the fundamental concepts informing the study of the media: texts, organisations and audiences.
Pupils study at least three topics – each topic will be explored through the three study areas of the GCSE Media Studies framework and reflect the convergent nature of contemporary media.
The topics are assessed through external examination and three controlled assessment tasks.
A Level English Literature
A Level English Literature is available for those pupils who wish to pursue their love of literature and who have performed well at GCSE level. Pupils engage with a range of texts and genres, spanning from Chaucer to contemporary literature.
English Literature offers pupils the opportunity to not only develop academically, but provides a basis for a wide range of careers.
A Level Media Studies (WJEC)
Media Studies is a highly successful course, studied by pupils who are interested in developing their creative ICT skills and engaging with the Media. Four units are studied across AS and A2, including a production piece, which enables students to demonstrate the skills of planning, production and evaluation. IT and artistic interpretation support coursework.
Media Studies gives students access to many interesting areas which many develop and build on at university. Past pupils have encountered success – recently the student who won the QUB Film Animation Prize, learned his skills in the Media class.
Promoting Literacy and Reading
In school we have revamped our library, complete with bean bags and relaxing chairs to create a great place for pupils to read and relax. Here you can see some pupils enjoying the reading space.
Mrs R Hulland – Head of Department
Mrs L Officer – Special Educational Needs Co-ordinator
Mr M Ewart – Teacher in charge of LLW
Miss C Shearer – Examinations Officer (temporary)
Miss N Baird – English Teacher - Teacher in charge of Literacy (temporary)
Mrs L Fox – English Teacher
The Girl Who Stayed
The river had run dry weeks ago, and yet she still waited for the water to return.
In a long, dry ditch that once held a proud and magnificent stream, there sat a girl. The girl was nothing, nor no-one special; like any other orphaned child wondering the unforgiving plains of Syria. She was dressed in a filthy, patchwork of a dress and battered, worn sandals. She would be lucky if she had any other possessions.
The dried riverbed was smothered in a nauseating cocktail of faeces and mud. Mixed in with was a thick layer of festering and disease ridden rubbish, so putrid and ghastly that not even the flies would swarm above it. And yet, she stayed.
The day was unbearably sweltering. It seemed like the sun itself was using its mighty power on this pathetic country exclusively. The air felt like it was being vented from the very depths of Hell. No person could possibly endure this extreme heat for more than a few minutes. And yet, she stayed.
The rubbish beneath her pinched, prodded and pricked her legs like blunt knives. The thin fabric of her flimsy, ratty and filthy dress did nothing to protect her sunburnt skin. And yet, she stayed.
The girl wore a face of forlorn and emptiness behind her thick, raven hair. She stared hauntingly into the distance. Nearly all hope had withered away that the water would come back, but not all of it. Not all of her hope had gone like the water.
And so, she stayed.
By Sam Hickland
I’ve never really known what being surrounded by people feels like. Never really had a family. Never really had anything. I’ve always been alone. Although what’s the point being miserable about it? This is the way I’ve been brought up. I’m used to it…
Afghanistan. There is one specific place I love to go to. A trench. A trench you ask? In Afghanistan? Yes. In Afghanistan. It’s filled with hard rock stones, grubble and dirt that swims throughout making yourself want to vomit. But I don’t care. I love being in it because I feel like no one else will find me. It blocks out the sound of gunshots that feel as if they could burst my ear drums. Literally. I feel like I won’t get hurt, or I won’t get captured. It’s the safest place there is, and it’s mine. I don’t want anyone to find me. I don’t want to have anyone. I don’t want to have a family. But I do. I only think like that because I have nothing else to think. All I would like is shelter and someone I could call my friend. I don’t want a big house, a big family or a big feast set in front of me each night.
I just want to be someone…
By Ellen Da Conceicao
Suddenly I realise I have been taking my life for granted. I never realised how easy I get it. I struggle to believe what goes on in the world...
When you see a little girl, no older than eight, in such a bad, horrific, terrifying position it’s heart breaking. A little girl shouldn’t need to feel terrified. She’s alone. Nobody there to care for her . No one to love her...
Her ears still ringing because of a massive explosion that went off 4 hours 27 minutes and 14 seconds ago. She likes counting the time on my watch. A stopwatch. Her ears are still hurting. We don’t know what else is wrong with her. She won’t speak. Only her name - she knows. Lucy. She can’t get up and walk. Her legs are too sore or possibly even broken. We don’t know.
Lucy is frightened. Of course she is. Who wouldn’t be? Her heart must be in excruciating pain. Feeling so vulnerable. No one knows where her family are or if they are still even alive... She won’t speak. We don’t know if this is because she doesn’t know how to speak, or if she doesn’t know English.
People don’t realise, war isn’t fun. You don’t go and sign up with friends thinking it will be amazing. It’s not all building ships, guns or vehicles. It’s not all about sleeping in the same bunker as your friends. That’s not reality.
The reality is a little girl, by herself. No family, no friends, no food, no water, no...no...she has nothing. She is trapped in a trench in 43° weather. Having the smell of rotting corpses seeping into her nose, trapped in her memory like a permanent scar.
This is war. A little girl’s life ruined!
By Tanisha Henderson
The Little Girl and the Trench
The heat beating down on me, the smell of rotten rubbish and dirt is overwhelming. The sound of the distant soldiers as they laugh and joke is haunting. Next to me is a small trench in a small town torn by war. It is littered with rubbish and dry dirt and smells like a rotten corpse.
A little girl, so young, so innocent sits upon heaps of rubbish and muck. She wears a torn dress with yellow flowers on it. Sandals too small for her feet. Her hair is dirty and messy. The little girl sitting alone has no parents, no friends and no home. Just herself and an abundance of rubbish.
She sits alone. She looks alone even though there are many others around her. She lifts her head and stares into my eyes in despair. I look back at her and hope that things become better for her. She waved as I slowly turned around and a single tear of sadness made its way down my cheek.
We complain about getting into fights with our parents over nothing and we don’t know how lucky we are to have them until they are gone.
By Ben McGookin