IGCSE First Language English

This resource offers a comprehensive overview for students preparing for the Cambridge IGCSE First Language English Paper 1 exam, covering short answer questions, summary writing, vocabulary, language analysis, and extended responses. It includes a video lesson, PowerPoint presentation, and free downloadable revision materials and flashcards to aid students’ preparation.

This lesson provides a comprehensive review for students preparing for the Cambridge IGCSE First Language English Paper 2 exam. It covers key sections such as Directed Writing, Descriptive Writing, and Narrative Writing, offering tips, resources, and downloadable materials to aid revision and enhance performance on the exam.

This lesson focuses on teaching a five-paragraph structure for descriptive writing, aiding both advanced and struggling students in their writing skills. Included resources encompass video lessons, worksheets, inspiration visuals, and an exemplar description about cherry blossom season in Japan, illustrating the beauty of nature and cherished memories.

The full moon stared down in dismay as Leisl sighed. She had only a moment until the rite must be performed, yet the leaves on the ancient oak tree refused to regrow. Geisterholz Forest remained barren; bare branches twisted their arthritic fingers into the gloom of the blackened sky.

Swiping bold stripes of face paint on my cheeks, I felt the adrenaline soaring through my body. This would be the year I’d come first, get my name in the newspapers, and finally beat Benson. It was my seventh time competing… and my seventh time coming second place.

Are you gearing up for the IGCSE First Language English Paper 2 and feeling a bit daunted by the directed writing section? Fear not! In this blog post, I’ll break down the key elements of directed writing, focusing on reading skills and evaluation – the secret ingredients to securing those top marks.

A cup of coffee grew colder in a café on the frigid outskirts of Paris, but Henri LeBarre seemed to pay no mind to the dwindling threads of steam. No, Henri’s eyes were fixed far in the distance, any thoughts of his five Euro coffee going to waste pushed far from the front of his mind. He was wearing one of his best shirts – as he always did whenever he came to Café Rêveur – and his fine silvery hair had been carefully combed to the side.

Homes erupted to rubble; safety bled into chaos; embraces disintegrated to ash. Step by step, with trembling legs, I staggered through the ruins of the place that was my home. I ignored the streaks of blood dripping into my eyes, the tiny shards of metal lodged into my left forearm, and the wails around me. If you paid too much attention, you wouldn’t stop wailing either. The year was 1942 and in the village of Little Dewhurst, lives had been torn apart by the shelling of bomb upon bomb.

Lights up on dazzling New York City, the Big Apple, the City that Never Sleeps, where Fat Cats prowl and ingénues seek fame, glory or money – whichever comes first. Pan out and see skyscrapers climbing into the heavens, their facades adorned with glimmering glass and steel, like modern-day castles touching the clouds. Each one vies for attention, a dazzling display of architectural prowess, creating a mesmerizing urban landscape that ignites the imagination.

It was April, and the time had come again for Tokyo to be velveted in a pink blanket. Shinjuku National Garden, vast and winding, was bustling with life: lovers made eyes in pedalos on the lake; a pretty girl posed for photos with petals in her hair; a tourist hunted for the best picnic location, dodging and diving around swarms of sightseers; and my grandfather held my sticky little hand, as I looked up at the blooms with awe-struck eyes.