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Seven Sisters OutingJournée Française
Girls Night Out
Eco-Action
Clipper Round the World Yacht Race
Amazing Author Visit
Mosque Visit
World Book Day
Crepe of the Day
Castle Building
Lessons From Auschwitz
In the Army
Blinded on Duty
Verona Sports Exchange
Sixth Form Etiquette Supper
Jewish Museum and Liberal Synagogue Trip
Pancakes Fly on Shrove Tuesday
Geography Field Trip
Greg Clark MP talks to senior pupils
New writer S C Ransom visits Senior School
Model United Nations
Battle Royal
Training Guide Dogs
Team Work
Visit to Aylesford Priory
Poetry's the name of the game!
Riding Championships
A Weekend Trip to Thorpe Park
Team Building Day
New classrooms and boarding rooms
New Deputy Head
Staff v Pupils Football
Visiting singer - songwriter
Senior Drama Evening Revue
GCSE Science
Cinderella
Beechwood in Berlin
National Poetry Day
Glyndebourne Success
Flatford Mill
World Challenge Day
Gone Fishing
Blacklands Farm
Viva España!
A Celebration of Song
‘Bonjour Beechwood'
Year 11 Prom
Prue Wilson Society Lecture
Young writer
Head Girl election result
Lessons From Auschwitz
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On Tuesday 2nd November we flew to Krakow airport in Poland and together, with our group travelled to Oswiecim. Here we visited a pre-war Jewish cemetery in which the grave stones had been vandalised by Germans. This was moving and gave us our first insight into the inhumane treatment the Jews had to endure.
From here we travelled to Auschwitz one, the labour camp, above the entrance we were greeted by the infamous sign which read ‘ARBEIT MACHT FREI', which translates ‘work will make you free'. This despicable irony was a chilling welcome into the prison. Whilst there we saw rooms full of the victims shoes, children's clothes, toys, suitcases and their personal belongings. Although in Auschwitz one what we saw was incredibly disturbing, we felt that the next camp, Birkenau, was the most haunting.
To conclude our day's trip we attended a memorial service led by a Rabbi singing a Hebrew peace prayer. Whilst standing in a five hundred acre grave yard, his voice and the whistling of the wind, around the empty land, we were reminded of how lucky we were to walk out of Birkenau with our freedom.









