Job Application letter - Michael

Dear Mr Stein
I strongly believe that I am capable of being the Head Chef in the Seafood Restaurant because I can cook interesting and good quality food. I run a very organised kitch and so will make the kitchen staff work hard. I have experience going back ten years in catering.
What attracts me to your restaurant is its high quality, and the spectacular refurbishment that has just taken place. And you, Rick Stein should be proud of yourself and what you have developed over the years.
Finally, I am very skilled and a great chef. Also I have won many gold medals and certificates so I really would like you to pick me.
Yours sincerely
Michael

Job application letter by Emily

Dear Rick Stein
I am writing to inform you that I would like to be employed as a member of your waiting staff because I am at catering college and I am classed as very good at waiting on tables.
However, I think I am very good because I have won four medal for my Shellfish starters and my customer service is excellent. I am very polite and I think you are fabulous.
I passed all my exams at school and obtained grade A's. If you need any other information please contact me on my home phone number.
I would really appreciate it if you could consider me for this job.
Yours sincerely
Emily

The Seafood Restaurant Leaflets

Their leaflets are starting to look very professional and they have asked me to post some photos of their work that I took in ICT this morning.

It's not real miss?

They decided what jobs at Rick Stein's restaurant they wanted to apply for and I photocopied the description and put into brown envelopes with their names on.A couple then asked if they could take them home tonight to do more planning for their application writing.Then more kept coming up to get their job description when up pops Max - I ain't got mine miss.Me - you want to take it home. Max - yes miss this Rick Stein stuff is dead good. Me - thanks Max glad you are enjoying it. Max - miss you know these jobs? Me - yeah. Max - they're not real are they? Me - no they're just pretendMax - but it's fun to pretend ain't it Miss!

Writing to look forward to

This week Oak 1 will be writing formal letters using formal and emotive language about the food and service at a restaurant. We have turned our Reading Area into a restaurant and have plans to continue working on our digi blue films which we hope to upload to our year 6 page on our school website.
We have now had a second email from Rick Stein's Personal Assistant and they are very interested in the writing Oak 1 will be working on during this non fiction writing unit! Oak 1 begin designing and producing their leaflets today for promoting the recently refurbished Seafood Restaurant.

Serena Up Levels Miss G's Action Opening

As the fuel gauge reached empty, Adam Lyon started to feel edgy. The assengers knew something was wrong. CRASH!!! The plane thudded onto an island full of green with a serene atmosphere.
At this point, Adam Lyons knew there was no way out of this green world.
Twittering noises surrounded him, as mist lingered around reluctantly.
"Arrgh! How could this happen, fate has taken it's place," Adam shouted in dismay.
He knew he'll spend his days living in this endless world. Adam lollaped around until he could not go on any further.
"But I have to go on for the sake of me life." He thought swearing to himself.
There was a shuffling, a racket high up in the trees. It was his father!! Their eyes instantly connected. Adam went to touch him but he just faded away like a holographic figure.

Time went on and on rapidly, that he grew so hungry that he collapsed dramatically on the moist ground. Anxiously, he scavenged for food until he found a garden burstng with life and light. Adam knew that he would live.
Off he went, scoffing his face with fresh fruit like the world was ging to end. At the corner of his pale blue eye he saw something venturing down. He halted at a dark brick wall.

The Giant's Necklace by Sam

Shorty after their mum went home to make the tea the boys followed and left Cherry at the beach.
There mum screeched, "Where's Cherry?"
The boys exclaimed, "we left her at the beach."
"So go and get her!"
"Ok mum."
So they searched for Cherry. "Any trace?" one of the brothers asked. "No but there are footsteps what's stopped."
"Well better keep going."
"Cherry, Cherry"
"Ok I'l run home and say we've only found footprints."
When they got home the police were there. "Ok mm, police, we've found footprints."
"Well show me then," said the policeman.
"It's here but they stopped"