This week in school it is what we call Golden Nugget Week. A week when every teacher chooses a topic they'd like to teach the children. This can range from Volcanoes to Stick Man and Butterflies to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The class I was working in today have been finding out about Kenya. As part of this I planned a whole day learning about David Rudisha.Activity One was a fact finding mission. The children had to find out a list of 10 questions about David Rudisha in what I called the Speed Research Challenge. Not just research!Following this, we talked about what it takes to be a great sportsperson. Dedication, hardwork etc were obvious answers,Next, we watched the video above. The children then wrote 3 part stories in role as David Rudisha. (Something I have done previously with Derek Redmonds unfortunate collapse in thee 1992 Olympics)
My Example (What the children heard but could not see)
There I was. The Olympic final. All the years of running along dirt paths, roads, hills have got me to this point. The crowd is electric, the noise incredible. Cameras flashing everywhere and then my name is announced on the tannoy system. I wave to the thousands in attendance and the amazing Olympic park in London. My heart fluttered and I suddenly felt very nervous. It all comes down to this. 800m are between myself and my destiny. I’m fit. I’m ready. I think I could break the world record today. The starter tells us to take our marks…
BANG! The gun went and off we ran, my legs and arms working in unison to propel me forward. My breathing steady, my muscles working like I wanted them to. I hit the front to control the race. Soon I had reached 400m and my competitors were beginning to fade. I looked up at the giant screen and could sense they would not be able to keep up with me. I decided to go for it. Head down, I started to up the pace and my competitors could not handle it. It was now me against the clock. Entering the last 100m I could see the time ticking towards the world record. Instantly, I put on an almighty sprint…
I ducked at the finish line and when I looked up my face was on the big screen. Next to it were the word, “NEW WORLD RECORD!” I had done it. I had broken the long standing world record for the 800m. I was so proud of myself and so proud of Kenya. A huge smile came across my face and cameras flashed. I had done it. I had become a record breaker.
I'm a deputy head in Scarborough, England and love using media and tech to develop writing. I'm also a keen advocate of Learning Without Limits and believe in a games based approach to developing mathematicians.