Cranford Review 2019
The “Cranford Review” © is a publication of Cranford Community College. Is an annual high standard produced magazine which provides an archive document highlighting various aspects of the life of the academy, its staff, students and community from each academic year. It is a wonderful read and a useful historical document which, with its termly sister publications and occasional special editions, also serves to describe the values of the academy and support the aspirations of the academy, its staff, students and wider community. A colorful layout with a wide range of topics comprising events, extracurricular activities, recognition awards, initiatives, trips and excursions among many others. Hard copies are provided to stakeholders including families, staff, partners, visitors, prospective parents/students, prospective employees and others with an interest or stake in the academy and its students. Headteacher & Director: Kevin Prunty / Editor-in-chief: Jessica Joyce / Graphic Design: Enzo Gianvittorio Danese (Enzo GD) / Printed by: Springfieldpapers.com
The “Cranford Review” © is a publication of Cranford Community College. Is an annual high standard produced magazine which provides an archive document highlighting various aspects of the life of the academy, its staff, students and community from each academic year.
It is a wonderful read and a useful historical document which, with its termly sister publications and occasional special editions, also serves to describe the values of the academy and support the aspirations of the academy, its staff, students and wider community. A colorful layout with a wide range of topics comprising events, extracurricular activities, recognition awards, initiatives, trips and excursions among many others. Hard copies are provided to stakeholders including families, staff, partners, visitors, prospective parents/students, prospective employees and others with an interest or stake in the academy and its students.
Headteacher & Director: Kevin Prunty / Editor-in-chief: Jessica Joyce / Graphic Design: Enzo Gianvittorio Danese (Enzo GD) / Printed by: Springfieldpapers.com
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The Thoughts Don’t Stop<br />
The thoughts don’t stop in my head.<br />
It’s like the traffic lights are consistently green.<br />
No time to stop, think or reflect – thoughts forever<br />
invading my space, zooming around in my head, causing<br />
me insomnia.<br />
I hear voices talking in my head.<br />
There’s no space for quiet, no space for peace,<br />
continuously speaking in my head – no space for<br />
calmness.<br />
A continuous battlefield in my mind.<br />
I need peace, I need a calm and quiet place.<br />
Words floating in my head – sad, depressed, stressed,<br />
anxious,<br />
nervous.<br />
My thoughts are like a steam train not stopping at any<br />
station.<br />
Full steam ahead.<br />
I need a calm and quiet space.<br />
Gurshaan Ghattoray (year 10)<br />
Life?<br />
Some carve their path<br />
whilst others stay in their lane.<br />
Kids yearn for toys and wonder, ‘which one should I play<br />
with today?’<br />
Adults moan about work<br />
and teens complain about their worth<br />
whilst university students are slapped in the face with too<br />
much<br />
coursework.<br />
Life is a never-ending story, always changing for each<br />
being.<br />
Some complain and some groan,<br />
but at least we all have shelter…<br />
Oh, wait, some don’t.<br />
Some are fortunate and some not so fortunate.<br />
We should be grateful for everything life has given us.<br />
Lerin Bejaj (year 10)<br />
Drifting<br />
The Sun smiles warmly at the Moon and beams brightly at Earth, orbiting her alongside her seven other beloved planets.<br />
I am left to embrace my hydrogen and rock, unable to sustain any life form;<br />
no one to orbit me, beam at me or keep me warm. I have to lie here forgotten by the population of Earth, the robots of Mars,<br />
the rings of Saturn and even the large mass of Jupiter.<br />
They call me Pluto. I’m nothing but a dwarf planet, stripped of the title, no longer part of the Solar System – and drifting<br />
further away to this day. Envy washes over me in shades of deep indigo and bright violet as I watch Earth’s twenty-four<br />
hours of day while I’m stuck with my one hundred and fifty-three. Earth’s beauty lies nine and a half light years away but<br />
every morning I can see his beautiful grey winds, changing seasons, vast oceans and green lands, and every morning I think<br />
about how much of me I would give away to be a part of that.<br />
They call me Pluto: the no-longer recognised dwarf planet, stripped of the title, no longer part of the Solar System – and<br />
drifting further away to this day.<br />
Asha Egal (year 10)<br />
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