Holes

In Nightingale class we have been reading a book called Holes!

Teenager Stanley Yelnats IV lives in Texas with his destitute family, who have been cursed with misfortune for centuries. His ancestor Elya broke a promise to fortune teller Madame Zeroni. The family had potential for a better livelihood until Stanley’s great grandfather was robbed by Katherine “Kissin’ Kate” Barlow, a schoolteacher-turned-criminal. One day, Stanley is falsely accused of stealing a pair of sneakers and is convicted. He decides to attend Camp Green Lake, a juvenile detention camp, in lieu of serving a jail sentence.

He arrives to find that the camp is situated on a dried-up lake. The camp is run by its warden, Louise Walker, her assistant Mr. Sir, and camp counsellor Dr. Kiowa Pendanski. The inmates spend each day digging holes in the lakebed to “build character,” and may earn a day off if they find anything interesting or unusual. Stanley is eventually accepted into his tent group and is given the nickname “Caveman” by them. Later, Stanley finds a golden lipstick tube in his hole with the initials “KB” engraved on it. He gives the tube to his group’s leader X-Ray, who in turn gets a day off. On Walker’s orders, the group enlarges the hole which X-Ray had dug, but they find nothing and eventually resume digging individual holes. Later, after taking responsibility for fellow group member Magnet stealing Mr. Sir’s sunflower seeds, Stanley is taken to Walker’s house where old wanted posters and newspapers lead him to suspect that “K.B.” stands for Kate Barlow.

Bonfire Night

Guy Fawkes tried to blow up parliament   but someone sent them a letter that it was going to happen. People remember it Bonfire Night now and this is the rhyme they use to remember:

Remember, remember!

The fifth of November,

The Gunpowder treason and plot;

I know of no reason

Why the Gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot!

Guy Fawkes and his companions

Did the scheme contrive,

To blow the King and Parliament

All up alive.

Threescore barrels, laid below,

To prove old England’s overthrow.

But, by God’s providence, him they catch,

With a dark lantern, lighting a match!

A stick and a stake

For King James’s sake!

If you won’t give me one,

I’ll take two,

The better for me,

And the worse for you.

A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,

A penn’orth of cheese to choke him,

A pint of beer to wash it down,

And a jolly good fire to burn him.

Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!

Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!