The theme of the Learning Challenge for this half of the Spring term is Why should the world be ashamed of slavery?' It is entirely up to the child whether they select the poem, significant person, music or painting, or a combination of all 4. They can also select the activities that they want to attempt, though we would encourage them to deepen their learning as much as possible.
Significant Person
Soloman Northup
Person
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Basic
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Draw a portrait of the person
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Produce a timeline of their life
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Advanced
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Produce a poster to advertise their achievements
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Write a letter asking them about their life
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Deep
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Explain how the world would be without this person
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Give five reasons for and against why they should be in ‘The Hall of Fame’
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Painting
'Not the Last Sale of Slaves in St Louis' by Thomas Satterwhite Noble
Painting
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Basic
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Find out 10 facts about the painting/artist
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Produce a collage of other paintings by the artist
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Advanced
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Draw a picture in similar style
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Transform the medium of the painting: use collage instead of painting
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Deep
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Use the image as a stimulus for 100WC
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Describe what the painting: what it represents, how it makes you feel, what it is based on
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Music
'Oh Freedom' by Odetta Holmes
Music
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Basic
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Listen to a piece of music
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Identify the instruments.
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Advanced
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Research the life of the composer.
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Attempt to recreate the piece of music
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Deep
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A mind map of different emotions you feel at various points in the piece
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Produce a piece of art/collage based on how the music makes you feel.
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Poem
'The Slave Auction' by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
The sale began—young girls were there,
Defenseless in their wretchedness,
Whose stifled sobs of deep despair
Revealed their anguish and distress.
And mothers stood, with streaming eyes,
And saw their dearest children sold;
Unheeded rose their bitter cries,
While tyrants bartered them for gold.
And woman, with her love and truth—
For these in sable forms may dwell—
Gazed on the husband of her youth,
With anguish none may paint or tell.
And men, whose sole crime was their hue,
The impress of their Maker’s hand,
And frail and shrinking children too,
Were gathered in that mournful band.
Ye who have laid your loved to rest,
And wept above their lifeless clay,
Know not the anguish of that breast,
Whose loved are rudely torn away.
Ye may not know how desolate
Are bosoms rudely forced to part,
And how a dull and heavy weight
Will press the life-drops from the heart.
Poem
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Basic
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Learn it off by heart
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Find another poem by the poet
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Advanced
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Create a performance as part of a pair/group
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Write a short biography about the poet
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Deep
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Write your own poem inspired by the topic
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Compare and contrast two poems by the poet
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