Aberfan Mining disaster - 1966
Aberfan Mining disaster - 1966 At 9.15 on Friday 21 October 1966, Aberfan in Merthyr Tydfil, South Wales, was the centre of the world's media. A waste tip from the mine slid down the mountainside destroying a farm cottage killing all of the occupants. At Pant Glas School, the children were returning to their classrooms from morning assembly when a few of the children heard a rumbling sound coming from the valleys then they noticed an avalanche of mud hurtling towards them from the hills, and before anybody could get out, the school was underground. The school along with 20 other houses in the village were engulfed. There was total silence, so silent that you could hear a pin drop. The disaster was so horrific that everyone wanted to do something. Hundreds of people threw their shovel into their car and drove to Aberfan to help with the rescue operation. The trained and untrained rescuers worked hard to remove the debris. The first live victim of the disaster was rescued at 11am on that day. Almost a week later, all of the bodies had been discovered. Gaynor Minett, an eight year-old survivor in the school described the landslide as "a tremendous rumbling sound and all the school went dead you could hear a pin drop" she said that "everybody just froze in their seats". People were so sad about the disaster that they wrote poems etc about the disaster. Reverend Dr Emlyn Davies
Great Expectation Coursework
The first visit Pip had to Miss Havisham's house frightens and intimidates him 'the passage were all dark, and that she had left a candle burning.' Dickens uses dark imagery to show a bit of clue to the audience the kind of person Miss Havisham is and it emphasises the dark side of Miss Havisham. This makes Pip scared because this is because this is different to where he came from, the house was huge. This shows how different his life is compared to Miss Havisham and Estella and how mysterious the house seems to him and us. Dickens creates a frightening atmosphere by describing the house in a really sinister way, 'grass was growing in every crevice.' Dickens has portrayed the house as being uncared for because it tells and shows us that Miss Havisham hasn't cared for herself so if she can't do that, she obviously won't care for her house. It shows how mysterious scary and Miss Havisham is. Dickens describes Pip as 'half afraid' towards Miss Havisham and the house. This shows how the reader understands his trepidation. Pip's social background is much lower compared to Miss Havisham and Estella, his mum and dad are dead, and he lives with his sister and her husband Joe, who is a blacksmith. His sister is worried and afraid Pip will follow in the footstep of her husband and wants him to achieve 'great expectations'. Pip comes from a poor and low status background, so seeing a
Judgement Day
Judgement Day "First of all, let me apologise for our pathetic performance against Crystal Palace. Enough has been said about that already, and now we must focus positively on this afternoon's match. It's a game we must win, and then keep or fingers crossed about the eventual outcome. I don't want to think about the unthinkable." The colourful, shiny programme I held in my hands trembled as I read this. It was from the weekly interview with the Portsmouth F.C. manager, Graham Rix. It sounded a long way away from the cool and collected manager, who had denied all problems and remained optimistic until this day. For you see, this was no ordinary day, no ordinary Saturday match for the inhabitants of the bustling south coast city of Portsmouth. This was like something out of a cheesy American movie. It was the last day of the season and, as they had been forced to do four times in the last six years, Portsmouth had to win to stay in the division. It was their own fault really, as many a Pompey fan would admit. They had spurned their chance to escape this last day nerve-jangler only three days prior to this momentous day. The chance had arisen when they played Crystal Place, the team one place below them, the place feared by managers and fans alike, the final relegation place. It had been a cold, damp night at Fratton Park, and yet still, the Pompey faithful wore only the
Compare aspects of the life of your mother at the age of 15 with the life you have, aged 15
Compare aspects of the life of your mother at the age of 15 with the life you have, aged 15. What did your mum do for fun at the age of fun when she was 15? What sort of career prospects did she have? What sort of food would she have eaten and what would she have viewed as cool? This essay is going to attempt to explore the differences between my mum's life at 15 and mine. My mum at 15 went to a boarding school in Devon, and so her leisure time was structured. My mothers TV viewing was decided by two prefects and the headmistress. At 15 I mostly choose what I watch on television and this varies from Eastenders to Big Brother, whereas the highlight of my mothers viewing every week was TOTP. The girls were never allowed into town except for dental treatment and could only go to the shops if the matron's helper was in a good mood and would let them. By the lower fifth (year 10) the year would have its own common room where they would listen to records by the Rolling Stones and Tamla Motown and talk. My mother told me that after half terms and exeats she and her friends having pooled their money together would have midnight feasts. Midnight feasts are now a feature of most sleepovers
original writing
Good morning Doctor Bert, how are you? Very good and yes I'm fine thank you. Now then students, this is doctor Bert one of the leading surgeons at saint heart hospital. Today we will be operating on a young male named dusanmandick from Austria. He took an overdose of cocaine and we have to take the remainder out of his stomach before it is absorbed in to the blood stream. Would any one like to volunteer to start making the first incision? No David you can't, you're a porter, for god sake all you do is push beds around all day. Right as no one is putting there hands up I suppose you can do it Carla. Right then put the knife in then, yes very good keep going, right now stop. Suction, no Carla don't suck on the stomach I mean get the machine to suck the blood out of the way. Now we have cleaned that up I want you to start cutting in to the stomach. Marvellous there we go can you see the white powder, success now Carla grab the swabs and start to dab the powder we should be able to save this guys life now. Wait there, his blood pressure is dropping, get a crash team immediately down here, Carla stand back, charging up to 230, stand clear. Still no response, charging to 270, stand clear. Still nothing. Ok Carla start CPR. Stop! There's a beat, right let's get back to this operation. Doctor Bert, doctor Bert wake up, thank you now help Carla out and start stitching back up the
Romeo's Diary
I truly believe I am the luckiest man alive. Friar Lawrence has finally agreed to match me and Juliet later today. Rosalind is my heart's old desire, but my heart doth gape for Juliet. 'She doth teach the torches to burn bright' with her exquisite beauty. I have been frivolous until now believing my heart belonged to Rosalind. 'Is love a tender thing? 'Loving her felt like a ' feather of lead', true her beauty astounded me, but my unrequited love towards her vexed my soul. I longed to be with her, but she wanted to remain chaste, causing me great amounts of pain that 'pricked like thorns'. I could not forget about Rosalind, she was constantly in my thoughts, but I was purblind to ever think she could love me. I now realise my feelings for her were false and fanciful. What my heart now feels is not another fantasy; my new love takes all my strength and makes every other woman look like miserable hags. How I wish I had taken my own advice sooner. I was terribly unhappy this morning, and looking back, I was a pathetic, immature sibling, hanging on to what I was felt for Rosalind, now vowed to an eternity of chastity. We both loved different attributes, it is only fitting we remain this way. To begin with I was extremely confused and slightly arrogant as to why she did not take an interest in me. I am always unsure about what to do about the situation, and talking to my friends
Personal writing - David's Table
David's Table Danielle's heart stopped the moment He stepped through the doorway. Although He was the reason that she came to this particular café at this precise time, she wasn't certain about her vague information. Go to Isabella's at quarter past four. He orders a cappuccino and a biscuit. He sits outside under the green umbrella at a wooden table and drinks his coffee, giving his biscuit to the birds. Sure enough, Danielle's man was given a polystyrene cup and white paper bag. She watched from her dark corner as He went outside. When she left, she noticed crumbs surrounding Him. The next day, Danielle couldn't curtail her thoughts. Whenever she looked at the clock she wondered what He was doing at that moment. At last, the bell rang and her body tensed in anticipation, but she had to wait until the end of roll call to grab her bag and make her way to Isabella's. Sitting at the same corner table, Danielle again ordered a cappuccino. Danielle hated coffee but it made her feel closer to Him. Today, she listened to His order at the counter. "Cappuccino to go and one of those cornflake biscuits, thanks." Danielle smiled when the owner of the café laughed and took His money. "David, mate, you've been coming here for months and its always the same thing..." Danielle knew this was Him. "...And you only have different biscuits because you take whatever's there." David
Personal writing - Mistake
Mistake He sat there, eyes locked onto the screen. It cast an eerie glow onto his face, the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. His eyes never moving, he ran his fingers over the keys, hammering them clumsily. The long day at school had taken its toll on him. No one understood him. It filled him with a burning hate. His fellow students avoided him as if he had some sort of hideous abnormality. The teachers picked on him just because he did things differently. Accusing him of cheating, of plagiarism, of copying that woman, his maths teacher had kept him in an hour after school. Upon arriving home he had wisely to go quickly to his room, avoiding contact with his parents completely. He knew he was not missing much. His mum would have furiously asked why he was late. His dad would have hit him again. No one understood him. Then there was the computer. It had drawn him with its inviting electronic glow and its beautiful accuracy. It did not avoid him. It did not scorn him. It understood him. Its sole purpose was to help him limitlessly and to act as a guardian to protect him from the harsh outside world. It existed for him. He existed for it. A voice floated from downstairs, a distraction. "Yes, I'll be down soon," he replied "60 seconds... ... until he was traced. Sweat covered his face like a thin film. His fingers glided over the keys, barely touching them.
A life in the day of...(in 2035)
A life in the day of...(in
A night to Remember!
A night to Remember! It was the year 2000 and I was just starting the first term of senior school that's when it all started I mean the "Bullying". I was 13 and was bullied from day one. Claire was the main one she was about 6ft tall with ginger stringy hair, and outstanding eyes. She looked nice but there was another side to her a nasty, hateful person. I couldn't understand what quite went wrong why me? I was quiet. I barely communicated with anyone! Everyday id wake wondering what will she do or say today? It scared the living day lights out of me. It was the name calling to start with then the abuse started. Walking to the senior toilets was like walking into a cloud with a dark side waiting to approach me. The toilets were filled with cigarette smoke and foul mouthed girls. They cornered me, tripped me and shouted in my face it was like total hell I felt like I was small. I questioned them " what have I done to deserve this?" They just retarded don't you speak to me you tart! Then I reported them to MRS Blair but nothing happened. I never walked out the school gates. I was scared stiff they would see me. I was looking forward to the Christmas annual switching on of the lights in Ballymoney. I had planned to meet with my boyfriend Davis and best friend Jane in the town. I was having a great time then on my way to rafters I met Karen, Claries best
