I am the mum of Damarni Smith who has been supported by The Dyslexia Teaching Centre at Brackenbury Primary School. Damarni has been getting help for just under one year now. She is now more confident and willing to tackle new words. I can see a major improvement in her rate of progress.

I know the work your Centre does is life-changing and giving the chance for children to enjoy the education system. I would like to thank all the staff who have helped in her progress.

Yours thankfully,
Dionne Smith

 By Caspar – aged  9

By Jasper – Aged 9

By Grace – Aged 10

By Skye – Aged 8

By Holly

By Romario- Aged 10

By Asia – Aged 11

By David- Aged 9

By Asia – Aged 11

By Oliver – Aged 11

Two soldiers called Indy and Barthelemy find a young Ubangi boy roped by his neck to an old mans wrist. The village they are living in is deserted because of small pox which killed all the people. The man was dead but the boy is alive. The boy seams to be immune.

By Jana – Aged 10

By Athena – Aged 8

Once upon a time,

There was a little girl called Bella. Bella lived in a small town.
Bella loved animals.

One day when she was out riding Bella saw a waterfall. Through the waterfall Bella could see white shapes. So Bella got off her horse tied her to a tree and went to the edge of the waterfall.

There was a local legend of unicorns living behind the waterfall.
Bella jumped into water and swam to the shapes. When Bella arrived at the other sie she was amazed at what she saw.

In front of her where dozens of unicorns. Bella had heard that the King of the town  was afraid to eat food because he thought the towns people were poisoning his food. An old wise man told him the only way to stop this happening was to kill a unicorn ,cut off its horn and turn the horn into knives and forks.

Bella did not want this to happen so she got the unicorns together for an important meeting. Bella told them that her King wants to kill one of you.

Now at this time the King and the OldWise Man were out unicorn hunting. When they arrived at the resting place for the unicorns and saw Bella they thought the uncicorns were distracted by the girl so they decided to try to catch one of them. When Bella was not paying attention the king ran behind a unicorn and flung a golden harness round its neck. He dragged him back to the coach.

The king pushed the poor unicorn inside.  He drove off quickly. Bella was very upset and told the other unicorns. The unicorn who had been taken had no idea he was going to a frightful place of the Kings castle.  When King got to the castle the King tied the unicorn to a tree. Bella arrived just behind them. Bella mangaed to get the unicorn when the King went inside.

When the King found out who had taken the unicorn and taken it back to its natural home he was furious. He called for Bella to come to the castle.

When Bella arrived two gaurds took her up to the king.

“Bella” the King boomed “You are banished from this kingdom”. Bella was frightfully upset. Bella went back to the unciorns and told them what had happened and sat by the waterfall. Then a unicorn came up to her.

“ Who are you?” the unicorn said.

“ I am nobody.”Bella said

“Lets go for a ride” the unicorn said.

Only nobody is allowed to ride unicorns.

By Giselle – Aged 8

Her carpet landed outside someone’s house. There was a pond and she was so thirsty she just had to drink it. Some animals came around her, some bunnies, some deer, a koala bear and a hamster.

By Evie – Aged 10

As I stepped onto the platform of the disused station, I could see spider’s webs, old and dusty.
The mice were squeaking inside the waiting room.
I could feel the platform edge crumbling beneath my feet and the stench of old coal floated around my nose.
I felt scared and alone.  Also I was terrified that I would fall, and no one would be there to help before a train came.

By Nina – Aged 10

“Hmmm,” Maybe l hummed looking at her ragged slipers.  She could do with a new pair yet she didn’t have almost enough for the pair she want.  She knew she needed a new job, denifently.  The lemon yellow sun began to melt pass the whispy clouds melting untill [it] sank behind the hills.  “A job, at…at…” she sighed and [looked] down at the desk.

Then it struck her, a job in London:  London was big city where there where many jobs.  She grabbed a pen and began sbilling down a request.  She begged her Aunt Mary to let her stay in her house in London, she told her how quiet in [it] was in the countyside and pleaded her to help her find a job.  She sleaded [sealed the letter] with hope that she could go.?

By Sam – Aged 8

We have to set out
Into the cold dark murky street,
If we want to trick or treat.
Seems a big risk to take
Just for a bag of sweets.

In the windows
Candlelight grins from pumpkin skin,
Spider webs lurk to catch us
Vampires, sheeted ghosts and witches,
Answer to our banging on their doors.

Mums, dads, grans, grandads try to scare.
But smiling through their costumes
Cause no fright,
And hand over our sweets without a fight.

Until we come to Number 13.
No decorations, no lights.
But we knock anyway.
The door creaks to show the way to total blackness
Then a huge piercing shrinking scream.
We run, we scatter.
Our parents say,
No one has lived at Number 13 for many a day
Then they always look away.

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By Sultan

Written, designed and illustrated by Oliver (aged 11) inspired by the Adventures of Indiana Jones.

The boat was sailing in the river when suddenly rebels attacked from the shore. They shot the driver he was dead and when he fell his weight turned the wheel. Then they were going closer and closer.  If they got any closer the soldiers would be all shot. Barthelemy quickly turned the wheel but it was to late. He was shot. The little boy grabbed the wheel and slowly they moved away from the gun shots. All the bullets mist the boy because he was so small and no–one could see him.

By Izzy – Aged 10

By Jana – Aged 10

My name is Sedrik. I used to work as a cleaner on the ship of sir Edwardo Amos Papington of Italy until now. I am now Sedrik Amos Papington of Italy because of the tragic accident of Edwardo plunging head first in the water after he fell. Actually it wasn’t that tragic for me because he didn’t fall, I pushed him! I just couldn’t stand him shouting at me like that and boxing my ears just because there was a speck of dirt!

So I will retell that day. It was a scorching July afternoon and the hot sun was sissiling me to sawdust! Once again, Edwardo was sunbathing with his red, fat legs burning in the sun. Sir Edwardo was a fierce, bad tempered, stout man. I was so jealous of him lying on a deck chair, while the cold sprays of the ocean cooled him off that I pushed him!

It was a hilarious sight he had his huge legs in the air and he spluttered, “I’ll get you Sedrik!” But how is he supposed to get me in his watery grave.

So as you can see I am enjoying my life as a Captain of a ship, But I hope no one pushes me!

By Storm

On the skiing slopes I could see a giant slope with white snow with ice underneath. There were big sticks to show you if it was hard or easy, people skiing and a ski-lift.  I could hear the chattering of people on mobile phones when they stop.  There were crunching of ice and the swishing of snow.  I could smell only a water smell, but the hot chocolate on the stops.  I could taste the clean white glistening snow when we stopped or fell.  I could feel cold and hard ice underneath our skis.

By Kassem – Aged 11

The Shark teeth blades await me,
As I stand in a packed line.
I shudder at the thought of how it will rip off,
All that’s comforting and mine.
Like a speed boat cutting through the ocean of wool,
The shearers are bound to push and pull,
Like bees buzzing through clouds of my yarn,
These shearers that awaits me,
In this torturous barn.

By Archie – Aged 10

It was a Monday morning, at six o’ clock, Alexander Jones’ alarm went off. He reached out and turned it off. He got out of his bed and went over to the window and drew the curtains. Then he got the biggest shock of his life. The sky wasn’t blue, nor even pink, but YELLOW! Why? He thought. Maybe he had had too much to drink last night, probably his mistake. Then he went into the bathroom and got an even bigger shock. There was a highway of slime. It was everywhere, on the loo, on the tiles, which were once a gleaming white, but now a dirty green. Making these tracks were little green things, trudging about everywhere. ‘ALIENS!!!!!’ Alexander shouted and ran out the door of his flat and down the stairs, screaming. The receptionist thought he had Mad Cow Disease. This was just the first in a series of attacks from the little monsters. They had fallen out of the yellow sky and were now going to take over London , maybe even the world. After Alexander had ran out the door screaming ‘monsters!’ he had ran on to King’s Road shouting and pointing up at the yellow sky. But when people looked up they saw a grey sky with no character and just sighed and walked off quickly. It was like a personal invasion.

By Storm

One day, I was strolling through an island where the sand was as bright as gold.   The palm tree smelled as sweet as ever.  One of the coconuts fell down, then I cracked one on a rock and the milk was as fresh as snow.  The sun was glistening down on the sand.  I could hear the “hoo hoo” of the monkey.  I could also hear the crunch of the crabs pinching their pincers.

A seal was oiking like this: “oooooo”.  There was a squawking parrot that squawked “quq-qull”.  There was a colourful lizard that had bright red and bright blue, bright green, bright purple, bright pink and bright yellow.  In the sea the spiky starfishes move quite quickly.  The blue sea glistens.  It makes it so magnificent and every morning the mummy octopus and its 3 baby octopuses would waddle like a duck into the sea.

One day, as I got out of bed I went down to the beach, a little baby crab scuttled behind a palm tree and buried himself under the sand right next to a big treasure chest.  There was a gold key next to the giant treasure chest.  I used the gold key to open it.  Inside there was an entrance to a sweety world.  Behind the entrance door was a giant land full with sweets.  It rained marshmallows.  The swimming pools were melted chocolate.  I came out of the treasure chest and that very night I took my treasure chest in and invited 10 people for a sleepover and we all climbed in for the whole night.

The End

By Alex – Aged 13

There is serious controversy whether footballer’s salaries are justified.

They only kick a ball around which sends off the wrong message such as “you don t need a degree in the brain department to earn millions you just need to be able to kick a ball.” This will tell school students that they don t need an education and in most cases drop out of school then fail to become a footballer and lose their lives because of a false dream.
It also brings out the worst in people when their team loses. For example during the Chelsea vs. Cardiff match on Saturday a riot broke out. The police had to close the road causing disruption and chaos near my home. Many people got injured.
They also abuse their footballer celebrity status by taking advantage of women, for example John Terry is going out with another man’s wife. This gives off the wrong impressions to boys and teenagers who think it “cool” to mistreat women.
However it is also an effective entertainment sport for the many kids who see the sport as their only escape from the horrors of their lives.
Not all footballers waste their money.  Some donate to charity and become the best role models there can be.  For example, David Beckham who has done photo shots and sponsorships.
I think that footballers wages should be reduced but they can keep their celebrity status as long as they become (or stay) good role models and treat their position and others with respect.

By Katie – Aged 15 years

Sleeping…Sleeping… Waking in floods of sweat.  Stinging my eyes, and dripping down my lips.  I felt the salty water almost sizzle on my tongue.  No.  It was too hot, even for that, for we aren’t fortunate enough to sweat, and we aren’t lucky enough to feel it even for a moment moisten our dry, twig-like lips.  How long has it been now, enduring this heat once a year for maybe five year now?  It’s too long.
I wasn’t always the oldest you know.  Hmpph….
I too remember the days we used to play on the hot pavement and when our feet hurt, and when our nails and black skin started to throb, we would simply play, and leap into the air, letting the breeze itself take away our pain.  I remember chasing the sun with my brothers, arguing about who might catch it first.  But now I too have learned, learned the dangers of taking on such a great foe.  Oh, how it burns, letting this foe dig my skin with his fire.   And watching the others, the younger children, with their minds barely hatched from their selfish worlds, laugh at my helplessness.  Even making the same mistakes I once did.  Cackling, squawking, laugher mocking me, like a call of death, and black like the reaper itself.  Now I know why the giants fear us.  How cruel we are, how unforgiving.  And even my own body dates to betray me now, bones throbbing, joints creaking.
”Don’t leave me here.  Don’t let me die on the paved ground!”…The murder of them…  But no one listens, not one cares, not even the giants shooing my ‘friends’.
But I guess, who would care, who would want to help a lousy old crow…………….

Toby was a past pupil at the Dyslexia Teaching Centre, both as a child, then later as a student. Now he is an orthopaedic surgeon.

He wrote the following testimony:

“I was lucky enough for my dyslexia to be picked up at a relatively early age as my older brother had just been diagnosed at a time when it was not necessarily established as a recognised learning difficulty. Fortunately my dyslexia was mild enough to allow me to stay in main stream schooling with help from out of hours coaching which initially took the form of generic reading and writing skills but as I progressed through the years became subject specific to address particular areas of weakness. The greatest challenge was the change in study methods when moving from secondary education to medical school. Although I had been given guidance on independent learning it was a real shock to loose the hand-fed approach offered at school. To say I struggled would be an understatement. I am now ten years into my medical career and thoroughly enjoy practising as an orthopaedic surgeon. I recently completed a doctoral thesis and still have further exams to sit and even now I find that my study skills can be and do improve, mostly through trial and error. Although dyslexia has been been a hindrance there are definitely areas which I have found much easier than colleagues such as spatial awareness and practical skills.”

Melanie, who has brought both her son and daughter to the Dyslexia Teaching Centre, writes:

“I think the Dyslexia Centre must be unique in having such a brilliant holistic approach to Learning Support, with a whole range of teachers who help in all areas, and with all levels of difficulty. We feel very lucky to have had such outstandingly good teachers who have shown a real commitment to our children. They have always offered their time, advice and support unstintingly. I would absolutely recommend the DTC to any parent struggling to understand dyslexia and the type of support their child might require.”

“We feel very privileged to have been given this bursary for Joshua. He has grown in confidence, his behaviour at home has improved and he is making great progress at school since his one to one sessions. He really likes his time with his teacher and is learning so much from her. Our hope is that Joshua can continue coming to DTC as he now believes he can become a pilot!”

“The Kensington centre is a wonderful resource for any individual or family requiring academic or emotional support. They provided tailored one-to-one tuition for a child in my care. This involved liaising continuously with the class teacher and family to arrange a suitable time-table and suitable lessons for the child. They provided fantastic sessions for Literacy, Numeracy and also sessions to develop fine motor skills and teach independent focusing strategies for the girl, who displayed signs of Developmental Coordination Disorder. They helped her improve her visual-spatial perception, focus her attention more readily and to develop bilateral awareness. All of this was undertaken by friendly supportive professionals in a lovely learning environment, which she enjoyed attending. I would have no hesitation in recommending the Kensington Centre to any organisation or parent requiring further support.”

“Sultan has benefited immensely from his lessons at the Dyslexia Teaching Centre.  Sultan’s written work has developed greatly thanks to the centre being able to pinpoint and target his specific needs.  Sultan now has an understanding for math concepts that are explained with materials in a way that he can grasp. Sultan’s confidence in school has improved dramatically because he is now more comfortable with the work set and his ability to accomplish it.”

Senco, from a Primary School taking part in our bursary project says:

“It has been great to be involved in the Bursary Scheme, which has added specific children to benefit from the expert ‘tailored’ teaching. All the children involved have enjoyed the sessions and have clearly improved in confidence and further developed their reading skills, even if these gains have not been demonstrated in the test results for several children. Some children have improved markedly, which would not have happened without the support from the Dyslexia Teaching Centre. We would very much like to be involved in future Bursary Schemes, should the opportunity arise.”

“The Dyslexia Teaching Centre was recommended to me via an Educational Psychologist, Veronica Bidwell when my son, Luke was 12 years old. The mainstream educational system had ignored my concerns and let Luke down. So when I met Jo Petty, the director of the DTC and her fantastic, experienced team I was bowled over to find that they actually believed my child did indeed have a learning difficulty. The Centre helps children with a range of learning difficulties and in Luke ’s case he specifically has difficulty processing comprehension and maths. After overcoming the first few lessons he loved it there and built up a good relationship with his tutors. Without their support and help I would have been in despair, they gave us hope and for that I am eternally grateful. There are not enough words to describe their dedication and commitment to children – they are truly an admirable organisation.”

It was a sunny morning in London on the 17th September 2010, waking early, the drivers collected the car; a people carrier, although the person who designed it only did have ‘people’ in mind for it. It must have escaped them that the ‘people’ travelling might travel with luggage!! However we managed to stuff the car full of clothing kit, walking poles, esckies of food, pillows, blankets and team, 1 x driver (Milo) and 4 climbers (Alannah, Ockie, Graham and Me).

Once packed, we set off out of London. There isn’t much to this part of the story, apart from I will recommend to any of you who fancy a little drive and taking in some wonderful scenic views, the north part of the M6 really is a beautiful bit of motorway…

After 10 hours of car games, some snoozing, general banter and standard bad traffic around Glasgow we made it to Fort William on the West cost of Scotland at about 7pm. Early supper and off to bed ready for the following day.

We woke on Saturday to cloudy, misty, foggy rain! We didn’t have to start climbing until mid afternoon so last minute missing kit was bought, mostly of the waterproof variety! More food stocked up and packed in, we became very imaginative in finding all the space we could, you’d be surprised by how much room there is under the passenger seats of a people carrier…

Once kitted out with waterproofs, tracker bars, camel packs and sweets, off we set up Ben Nevis at 4pm. Conditions were fair and after about an hour and a half we even found ourselves losing layers and climbing in T-shirts.  Two hours in after a quick pit stop and look at the view we ventured in to the cloud… The path on the way up BN changes at different bits, from climbing fairly steep rock to more ‘path’ sections but once you get through the cloud it all changes to being a grey rocky surface all the way up to the top.  I can only explain it as what I’d expect the moon to look like!

Whilst climbing we met quite a few other groups who were doing the same 3 peaks in 24 hours, it becomes apparent that everyone encourages each other by saying how far you’ve still got to go, the ‘your nearly there only about 20minutes your doing really well’ being very encouraging the, ‘you’ve got about 1.5hours’ not so encouraging – One climber being told ‘you should have lied’ by one of our team.

On reaching the summit of Ben Nevis, the feeling of Euphoria was amazing! Topped when we were up there with the clouds parting and the sun shining through, the view was one of the most amazing I’ve ever seen and will never forget.  It’s FREEZING up there and as beautiful as it is you don’t want to hang around so a quick photo shoot, found our woolly hats and gloves and back down we headed.  All in high spirits we chatted our way down for the first hour.  As the light started to dim and head lights were donned our pace slowed, my head torch decided it didn’t like its batteries much so very kindly I was given Grah’s which had the strongest light so I was put to the front of the train (can you see how things might go a little wrong at this point!!). We kept up good time and pace until I missed a turn and continued taking them down the wrong track.  Thankfully this was noticed after only about 10mins… back up we went… Now dark and getting cold, everyone was just looking forward to reaching the car!  Which on arrival we found to have been pre heated, with hot chocolates waiting to greet us, thanks to our brilliant driver!   No time for hanging about a quick change out of Kit and into the car for the 5.5hour drive to Scarfell Pike in Cumbria, England.

Mostly, everyone slept on this leg of the journey; eye masks donned, ear plugs plugged and pillows propped up against luggage to make a ‘comfy’ resting place!  A fairly dull part of the journey for our driver but he did a sterling job making up for some of our lost time.

A three thousand, two hundred and nine foot mountain to climb, its 3am, outside the window its driving rain and pitch black, sound like fun??  On arrival at the car park we bumped in to a couple of the other teams from BN who had turned back due to the poor conditions… not us though…

On went the kit, full waterproofs this time, already wet as we had to get dressed outside the car… Hoods up and off we went… More other teams turning back I remember phrases like ‘visibilities too poor’, ‘rivers rising high’, ‘the river you cross is running too fast, you wont get back over’. Did this put us off? You gotta be kidding… on we went… Driving rain, black and now just a bit of fog to help us along the way!  We crossed the river… they were right, it was running fast, we lost the path and started to climb vertically… Thank God for GPS and Graham – the team work these two did was amazing and I’m very grateful to them both, due to their strong bond we dodged a sheer cliff face and found the path!

The top of Scarfell Pike.  We really did not hang around up there very long. We had to turn our backs to the wind as it made the rain coming straight at you feel like saucers of water hitting you smack in the face!

On our decent from the summit of Scarfell Pike it started to get light and the rain calmed. About 20 minutes down my knee went, packed up and decided to take up camp on the side of the mountain. So for the next 2 ½ hours down it was a mental battle of concentration on getting down through the pain barrier, which I did, mostly due to the great support of the rest of my team.  So as not to be left behind on the moments I needed to stop (something I found out not to be productive as starting to walk again after stopping was agony!) Grah very kindly took up the back of the train so a big thank you to him for taking the pressure off and a big thank you to Lans and Ockie for their patience and reassurance.

Safely back at the warmed car, with hot chocolate at the ready we set off for the final mountain, Snowdon in the North West of Wales. With really bad weather now we had to drive through some fairly poor conditions which didn’t help with our time but our driver did an amazing job driving through sheets of rain. I think we mostly all ate on this journey… the delicious granola bars donated by Ottolenghi were definitely munched, along with Marmite sandwiches and pesto pasta!!

General conclusion on arriving at Snowdon was that I’d have to sit this one out, unless we fancied giving mountain rescue something to do!  So I watched the wrapped and waterproofed up three remaining team, trudge off up Snowdon in the rain, the wind had got worse in Wales and they were at points having to concentrate on not getting blown off the mountain.  But with miserable weather to contend with, lack of sleep and just pure exhaustion, they did it!! AMAZING!

We completed the challenge in 25.5hours so a little over time, but taking everything into account I think we did amazingly well.

I’m sure you’ve all had enough of my waffling buy now… so I wont go into details of the car journey home !

THANK YOU to all of you who sponsored me (I’ve raised way over the target I wanted to achieve.)  Any more donations would be hugely appreciated by the School, my just giving page is still open so please go to…

www.justgiving.co.uk/eugenie-konig

Thank you, thank you, thank you for sponsoring The Dyslexia Teaching Trust. Some of the money raised has already gone towards helping 3 Adults and 4 Children who are being assessed by the school at the moment.  I’m going to be keeping in touch with the school and they will be keeping me up to date with where the money is going.

It was an amazing experience and something I’m so pleased to have done for a great cause…

Love Eugenie x

P.S I’m going back to take on Snowdon in April next year!

Term Time Courses: these start at the beginning of each term and run on either a Monday-Wednesday evenings after-school (4.30 – 5.15pm) for approx 10 weeks.  Please select the day that best suits your requirements.

Duration: 10 x 45 minute lessons    Cost: £450.00 (per 10 week course)

To apply for the Spring Term please click the following link, to print, complete and return this form to Dyslexia Teaching Centre doc20111206115315

Intensive Touch Typing Courses: we offer a 4-day intensive touch typing course during the school holidays for those students who wish to learn to type in a short period of time.

Duration: 4 x 1.5hr lessons    Cost: £360.00 (per 4-day course)

1-on-1 Touch Typing Tuition: for those students with specific typing requirements, the Dyslexia Teaching Centre offer 1-0n-1 tuition.

Cost: £75.00 per hour

Please contact Charlotte on 020 7361 4790 or charlotte.hull@dyslexiateachingcentre.co.uk for further information or to reserve your place.

Half-term Course:

Monday 25th – Thursday 28th October

9:30am – 11.30am

Christmas Holiday Course:

Monday 20th – Thursday 23rd December

9:30am – 11.30am

For details please email: Sally Wright on swatherapy@sky.com

Former pupil takes on ‘Three Peaks’ Challenge.

Some of you may have had the pleasure of receiving my multi coloured letters at school… others of you who did not receive those delights will have at some stage received an email or two from me and somewhere along the line you will now have become aware of my rather imaginative spelling…

Some may say it’s endearing and yes I definitely play on it occasionally, but for the most part it is quite frustrating…

Dyslexia is something they realised I had when I was 11 and once noted I spent many a lunch hour having to trek off to “Extra English” sitting in a room looking at cards saying city, centre, cycle, “s”,  I’m not sure if it made a huge difference to my spelling and reading – there wasn’t a very wide understanding of the difficulties then (I’m old now!) but in the vain hope that I can make it a little bit easier for another child at school now who is struggling to get to grips with their reading, writing, grammar, maths, there and their and hear and here, and if I can save them that frustration emotion of constantly being corrected then I’m going to try!

SO…. I’m climbing the 3 peaks in September with Alannah and Graham.  The idea is to climb the 3 highest peaks in Scotland, England and Wales in 24 Hours… Having never been very keen on sport and my fairly bad vertigo it should be an interesting 24 hours!!

The charity I’m going to be doing this for is The Dyslexia Teaching Centre.  It’s a school in central London I went to myself in my school holidays. I went back to visit the other day to see how it was progressing and although it has come on leaps and bounds from the one room it was when I went there, it still needs as much charitable support as possible. I would be hugely grateful for anything you could donate to what I think is a very good charity and worthy cause…

To sponsor me please click here.

If you would like to send a cheque please make it out to The Dyslexia Teaching Centre and send to:

Eugenie Konig, 12 Symons Street, London, SW3 2TJ

Thank you all lots…

Eugenie x

Holiday tuition is available for both literacy and maths (for both literacy and small group sessions). The forthcoming courses that we have confirmed dates for are listed here. Please contact us to find out more about these courses, make a booking or enquire about other courses that we are planning.

Touch Typing:

Holiday Courses:

We will be running a series of touch typing and courses during the Summer Half Term period.

Week beginning Tuesday 31st May- Thursday 3rd June inc

Times: 9-10.30; 10.45-12.15; 12.30-2.00.

£360

For more information, please contact Charlotte Hull on 0207 361 4790, or email info@dyslexiateachingcentre.co.uk 

We will be running a series of touch typing and courses during the Summer holiday period.

Week beginning Thursday 18th July- Thursday 21st July inc

Times: 9-10.30; 10.45-12.15; 12.30-2.00.

£360

For more information, please contact Charlotte Hull on 0207 361 4790, or email info@dyslexiateachingcentre.co.uk 

Handwriting

HOW MUCH DOES COURSE COST?

£250 for 5-day course. £200 for 4-day course

*Booklet of worksheets, parent information handouts, and writing materials all included in cost.

 Flier for Writing Courses 2011

DATES OF NEXT COURSES 2011

• Monday April 4th – Friday April 8th inclusive 9.30 – 11.15 (5 days)

• Monday 11th April – Friday 15th April inclusive 9.30 – 11.15 (5 days)

• Tuesday May 31st – Friday June 3rd inclusive 9.30 – 11.15 am (4 days)

• Monday 18th July – Friday 22nd July inclusive (5 days)

• Tuesday August 30th – Friday 2nd September 9.30 – 11.15 am every day

• Monday 24th Oct – Thursday 27th October 9.30 – 11.15 (4 days)

• Monday 19th Dec – Thursday 22 Dec 9.30 – 11.15 (4 days)

Places limited to maximum 8 children supported by adult group leader plus adult assistant.

Please book through SWA Tel: 020 8208 1361 Email: swatherapy@sky.com 

A wonderful evening was had by all at the magical summer production of  Die Fledermaus presented by the Pavilion Opera and generously hosted by Mr and Mrs Gareth Quarry at Montrose House, Petersham.  Thanks to our generous sponsors and everyone involved, especially those who came to watch and listen. We raised a fantastic amount of money for this vital fund which will enable us to provide support to our local schools and communities starting with a Saturday club for dyslexic children.