Former WGHS student, Dr Emma O'Dowd, has appeared on BBC Breakfast this morning alongside Fiona Castle (wife of Roy Castle), to talk about Roy’s legacy and the fantastic work done by The Roy Castle Lung Cancer Foundation - the charity which was created from the proceeds of Roy’s Tour of Hope which took place in the final months of his life. We thank Emma’s family for bringing this to our attention. They are incredibly proud of her achievements. Emma has gone on to become a consultant respiratory physician at Nottingham University Hospitals NHS Trust. She was awarded a PhD entitled  Factors influencing the diagnosis and subsequent prognosis in patients with lung cancer  in April 2017, which was funded by the Roy Castle Lung Cancer Foundation. Emma’s expertise are in lung cancer screening and early diagnosis of lung cancer. Congratulations Emma, you have gone on to such incredible things and we are very proud to be a part of your story. The segment can be seen on the BBC iPlayer and was shown around 8:15am this morning.

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Wolverhampton Girls' High School (WGHS) is proud to announce another year of exceptional GCSE results, reflecting the hard work, dedication and commitment of our students, staff, and the entire school community.  GCSE Results 2024   99% GCSE pass rate  48% Grades 8 & 9  71% Grades 7-9  89% Grades 6-9    Highlights   83% of our students achieved 7-9 in Maths  63% of Geography students achieved an 8-9  81% of Food Prep & Nutrition students achieved 7-9  87% of RS students achieved 7-9    A huge congratulations for the 14 students who achieved the incredible feat of earning 10 GCSEs at grades 8-9, Saria, Emily D, Lola, Mollie, Tanishka, Yara, Sade, Oko, Priyaa, Sheoli, Matilda, Vihansa, Emily S and Penny.      Headteacher Trudi Young expressed her pride in the students' accomplishments, stating,   "Congratulation to each and every one of our Year 11 students, we are so proud of you.   The results are a remarkable testament to the academic excellence and dedication of our students to their studies.  We look forward to welcoming back our students in the Sixth Form. "  We are incredibly proud of all our students and hope they have a fantastic rest of their summer break before continuing their education journey in September, be that at WGHS in Sixth Form or elsewhere. Class of 2024, we wish you the very best of luck for the future.

WGHS is delighted to announce our Year 13 students have achieved outstanding A Level results this summer.  Their dedication and hard work over the past two years in Sixth Form has truly paid off.  They have been a fantastic cohort, and we are extremely proud of them all.  Results Highlights 2024:   100% A Level pass rate  45% of grades awarded at A* or A 75% of grades awarded A*-B   Particular success was seen in Russian, German and Latin, with 100% of students achieving A*-B; Additionally, over 94% of Geography students, and 85% of English students achieved A*-B. There were significant improvements in Maths and Chemistry with 75% of students achieving A*-B.  Many of our students are now heading off to university this September, with a significant number gaining places at prestigious ‘Russell Group’ universities including Oxford, Birmingham, Cardiff, Exeter, Leeds, Liverpool and Newcastle. Our students will study a diverse range of courses including Medicine, Dentistry, Biology, Computer Science, Maths and International Relations. We wish them all great success.   A special congratulations to Harriet, Laana, Aymah, Cyla, Amrit, Mariam, Stepheny, Isabella, Sahasra and Isabelle for their outstanding achievement of straight A*s. Our congratulations also to the 46 students who all achieved A*/ A grades across 3 or 4 A Level subjects.  Headteacher, Trudi Young, expressed great pride in the students' achievements, "Congratulations to our Year 13 students.   We are so proud of each and every one of you. You have worked incredibly hard and achieved fantastic results. Indeed, these examination results represent significant increases in the number of students attaining the top grades.   They are testament to the hardwork and support of students and staff.  During your time at the school, you have fully embraced the wide ranging opportunities both in and out of the classroom developing a wide range of skills along the way and exhibiting our school values of care, courtesy and cooperation with respect at the heart of all you do.  Thank you for your contributions to our school.   Well done!  From all at Girls’ High, we wish you the very best for the next steps.”  Director of Maths, Mr Brocklehurst, was delighted with the results, “The Maths department has seen an increase in both A*/A now at 54% and A*-B now at 75%. With a growing Maths cohort in the school these grades reflect the hard work and efforts of students and teachers. Our grades are significantly above the national averages and go against the flatline in performance nationally for maths. We are all immensely proud of what our students have achieved.”  Miss Husein, the Curriculum Leader of Chemistry, is thrilled with the A-Level Chemistry results. 'Our students have achieved outstanding results, with a significant increase in A*/A grades and A*-B grades. These results reflect the tremendous hard work and dedication of both our students and teachers. We are extremely proud of their achievements, which stand well above national averages and highlight the exceptional progress made in our chemistry department.' Our students are now deservedly going to enjoy the rest of their summer break before embarking on their next steps be it University, Degree Apprenticeships or taking a gap year, we wish them all the very best for their future.

The beloved musical ‘Guys and Dolls’ is originally based on Damon Runyon’s short stories which celebrated a world of Broadway that grew out of the Prohibition era. The storyline follows the exploits of Nathan Detroit as he searches for a location to run his illegal dice game, all while dealing with the persistent demands of his fiancée, Miss Adelaide. Meanwhile, the gambler Sky Masterson takes on a seemingly impossible bet to woo the righteous mission worker, Sarah Brown. The story revolves around high-stakes gambling, unlikely romances, and the search for redemption and love.  Within seconds of entering the hall, I was immediately transported back in time to 1950s New York City. The extravagant set design immersed the audience into the play entirely, from the bustling streets of New York, all the way to the spirited bars of Havana.   The sheer talent of the students involved in the play was incredible, with each and every member of the cast showcasing an aptitude for theatre. The vocals of the cast were astonishing; from the heartfelt ‘I’ve Never Been in Love Before’ to the humorous undertones of ‘Adelaide’s Lament’. Furthermore, the choreography of each musical number was exquisite such as ‘A Bushel and a Peck’, which engrossed the audience into the glamorous nature of the Hot Box Nightclub.  While acknowledging the talent of those on stage, it is also important to appreciate every person involved behind the scenes such as the costume and props team, the tech and sound team, and the stagehands. The costume design allowed the atmosphere of 1920s New York to be woven into the very fabric of the play as the story unfolded. Each costume was intricately detailed and masterfully sewn. The tech team’s insightful use of lighting created the illusion of a police chase with their arrangement of red and blue flashing lights. Their use of the spotlight could immediately draw all of the audience’s focus onto one character on the stage, as well as creating chaos in the police chase scenes.  However, the school show would not have been able to go ahead without the help and guidance from our teachers; Miss Carr, Miss Keise, Miss Langston, Mrs. Booton-Ford, Mrs. Gillard, Miss Smith, Miss Collisson, Miss Rowe, and the director, Mr Stonhill. All of the teachers threw themselves into the production of the play and even occasionally appeared on stage themselves!  Overall, Wolverhampton Girls’ High School’s production of ‘Guys and Dolls’ was an utterly immersive experience that truly showcased the talent of the pupils. One audience member described the production as “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.”  By Elliana - Y12

This year, the school’s talented pupils will transport audiences to 1920s New York City for our production of the beloved show Guys and Dolls. The immersive story brings to life the gritty streets of Manhattan and the lively bars of Havana, providing the backdrop for one of the most unlikely love stories in musical theatre. The pupils have already showcased their skills portraying the glitz and glamour of the Roaring Twenties during House Arts. The cast will fully recreate the vibrant world of gamblers, gangsters, showgirls, and missionaries originally depicted in the 1950 Broadway premiere. Expect an evening brimming with romance, corruption, excitement, and iconic musical numbers. We have 2 shows taking place on 2nd and 3rdJuly, tickets are £7.50 and are available on the School Box Office from 9am on Friday 14th June! To purchase tickets please click here

Our Year 8 students have competed in an in house creative writing competition following their supernatural literature through time unit. Here is an example of some of their work along with the winning piece - Thorneycroft. Thorneycroft ‘A story maker like myself must start with a gripping introduction. A dark tale. A scary tale. Working through people's fears and tweaking them like clockwork. However, I only make them worse.’ he said. With the twist of his black top hat and the tap of shoes, he emersed with listeners with his magical trance. “My first story is just that. Gripping. Intense. Horrific. My story is about a girl named Pauline Chance, born in the year 1942, who was, “unfortunately”, stuck in these twisted towers, in the year of 1958. Yes, this year.” He worked with speed and agility, transforming himself, into these amazing characters only he could create. Only he could end. Within seconds, he was Pauline Chance and with that he was ready to begin. “27th May: 2:00pm – With the click of the lock the door was shut behind me, and I was trapped within the labyrinth. Yes, I was stuck in Tettenhall Towers. The idea of being stuck in Tettenhall Towers, the idea of being stuck in this terrible maze of never-ending problems, only becoming worse as I go deeper and deeper… My grey eyes dart across the room with the fear and anticipation to come, filling my stomach with a sea of vomit so sickening, it could drag me off my feet. But how could I make these assumptions when I’m only by the entrance? How can I find a way out when I’ve only embraced by my thoughts on what to come, instead of what I’m about to do. I must explore. To find a way. To be free.” “27th May: 3:00pm – I try to stop my ginger hair lusciously flying behind, but my feet won’t. As my feet move with curiosity, a warm breeze went across my face. A disgusting breeze. A breeze so sickening that it would put me off food for the rest of the day and pulled back my green handkerchief. My green handkerchief engraved with my initials and the most important day of all: my birthday. September 15th. Mother said it was for something else. Not my birthday, however she did say the day was important. I don’t know when or what, but she said it was going to happen this year. It was the only thing to remind me of my home and family. The only thing to remind me of home. Moving. Moving. Moving. It was the only thing I did. The only thing I could hear was the rustling of my own feet. BOOM! I am at the end of the corridor, only surrounded by paintings and furniture. They look like they’ve been here for centuries, maybe thousands of years, left to be untouched by anybody. CREEK! The painting swings off its hinges and lands on the floor. Within the photo, I saw an old, wrinkly man with eyes bulging red, its blue eyes staring intently at me. The man was dressed in military uniform, blue in colour before, but black due to the dust and residue. Colonel Thorneycroft. That was his name. This place belonged to Colonel Thorneycroft.” “27th May: 4:00pm – 4’oclock. That was when the rustling started and never ended. It grew louder and louder as I get closer and closer to it. What was it? I don’t know. Will I approach it? Will I move back? Those were answers I could only answer. Room 5. That was where it was. I open the door creek by creek until the door was left fully ajar. I didn’t even take five steps. I didn’t even take five steps when I approached the dolls at the play table. The doll table, once vibrant in colour, was now brown in colour. Some places were so dark, I thought it was mould. The only pure, clean thing was the dolls themselves. Their pure blue dresses. Their pink faces. Free of mould and dust… almost as if they have been planted there recently.” “27th May: 4:30pm – Not far from the play table, was a bed freshly made. Smooth and comfortable. Soft. It reminded me of home, and cooking. It reminded me of the family I had, my friends. It reminded to me to pay attention and leave. If I could. The thoughts circled round and round me, almost overwhelming me, making my eyes come lower and lower with every breath I take. I decided to take a rest to be free of all the thoughts, when suddenly I heard shuffling. Not outside the room. Not by play table. Not by the bathroom next to me. But below me. Just as my fear began to relax, it grew. It grew and grew as the shuffling got louder and louder, almost sounding like a roar. With the roars, so came the shuffling. The bed rocked up and down, side to side, making my stomach churn. I screamed with fear and ran to the next room. No thinking. No hesitation. A decision I immediately regretted. I couldn’t take this anymore. Being stuck in this stupid tower was already enough now I have to worry about ghosts?! My breathing grew heavier and heavier as I got lower and lower to the floor. Tears streamed down my face in floods of water. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t even realise I was having a panic attack until I heard a voic-. Wait, a voice! “Are you okay?” It spoke. “Are you okay?”. That was when I heard the giggles. The giggles of a small girl. I didn’t know where. I didn’t know why. Until I saw a shadow behind the bath curtain. I pulled it back... and found a small girl. Dressed in black with two long plaits... The girl looked cute and innocent. She was a little girl completely misplaced with no parents. Just like me. “Are you okay?” I asked. “How old are you?” The sweet girl replied that she was 6 years old. But somehow, I noticed that her voice had become deeper, demonic even, and her teeth became yellow. Yellow to red. A thick, dark red liquid erupted from her mouth, the same colour as her eyes. It was blood. I am taken aback, and I desperately hurry in fear out of the bathroom and out of the room. I scrambled upstairs towards the attic, sweat running down my forehead as the thuds of two large feet came up after me. I was so scared that I didn’t even pay attention to the room I just entered. I just locked the door behind me without a second thought. The large craters. The old cobwebs at the corner of the room. The wooden planks above me. I was in the attic. I had no time to plan, only to escape. The window was bolted with impenetrable iron bars, no way of escaping. I was about to give up. That was when I heard footsteps within the attic. A ghostly breeze tingled up my spine, and I shivered with every breath I took. I could hear a tall, dark figure emerge from behind me, sure to overpower me. As I turned around. I got the full image of the figure. Its bulging red eyes. Its blue eyes staring intently at me. It was Thorneycroft.” “27th May: 6:30pm – Thorneycroft had the same demonic, and evil looking figure as the little girl. The same laugh. And the same intentions. As he leans closer and closer towards me, I try to run back to the door. But the giggles of the little girl were right behind it. I was trapped. As I inched towards the corner of the room, a tub of thick green liquid spills behind me. That and the lamp I had knocked over. That was when I noticed the smell, not the damp smell from downstairs, but a thick, intense smell. Smoke. Smoke clogged my lungs as I tried to inhale the last whisp of fresh air left. The smell had mixed with the sea of vomit that had built up in my stomach, and I felt like the vomit would finally come up in an infinite flood. The flames formed a circular shape, trapping me inside, like a prisoner stuck in a never-ending labyrinth. My screams, no matter how hard I tried, was inaudible to the outside world.” And with the twist of his black top hat and the tap of his shoes he was back. “As Pauline fell to the floor, her vision became darker and darker. The last thing she saw as she was burnt alive was Thorneycroft and the little girl. Thorneycroft and the little girl were going to be the last thing she saw... When the fire was put out, her body nor her remains were left. Only her green handkerchief and her diary.” “The funeral of Pauline Chance was held four months later in September. September 15th. The incident at Tettenhall Towers was a long-forgotten tale by many, except for her family, who remain to this day still recovering from the traumatic incident. Nobody came to pay their respects nor did the family. The grave was left desolate. Their to remain until the end of time. That was until two unexpected guests visited it. They were described as dark figures, almost demonic even: Yes, it was Thorneycroft and the little girl.” The story maker zipped up his briefcase, shut up the story, and waved goodbye. And with the twist of his top hat, and the tap of his shoes, he was gone. THE END....FOR NOW I Never Liked Pigs Running. Sprinting. Searching. My breath was slowly but surely disappearing, and I didn’t know why. Each time I couldn’t find it, each time I felt more and more trapped. I felt a lump in my throat. No, not this. This isn’t what I wanted, this isn’t what any of us wanted but now I was the only one inside, as if time had frozen for a moment and it kept freezing then unfreezing. All I could do was search for an exit. An exit that I knew wasn’t there. "Finn!" "Alex!" "Finn!!!" I call their names multiple times until my voice is hoarse but it’s no use. They can't hear me, can't see me. Like I'm in some other universe or dimension, but I do know one thing. I'm not hallucinating. All these people are here they just can't see me hear me and they appear in sudden flashes. They are all just momentarily frozen. “Nicole wasn’t usually like this. She didn’t usually go out and disappear. She doesn’t usually go off into...into…the unknown. If she did, she would’ve been with Finn and Alex and she began to cry, I don’t blame her though. For your daughter to randomly go missing and no word from her friends? I can’t imagine that. Shoulder-length brunette hair, freckles, green eyes, 5'6, 16 years old- Nicole Rose Wallis. He begins to speak as she weeps silently. She’s still a minor. 16 is still a minor! Sir I understand, I just need you and your wife to calm down a bit if she doesn’t return by tomorrow 6pm call me and I will come back. Okay, please find our daughter.” He says sighing. The Pie Factory isn't exactly what I'd imagined, isn't exactly how I thought it would look. Actually, I don't know how I thought it would look but it wasn't like this. The beige wallpaper peeling off, the floor perfectly aligned with wooden planks. It was all too perfect. Too forcefully designed to look old, but why does it need to look old if it already was. The tables were almost matching the floor and the more I stared at the ceiling the more haunted I felt. Rows. Just rows and rows all perfectly aligned with the same distance between them. The lights so dim but somehow it was bright enough to still see everything. There were a few darker spots of light but still enough. Oh, and the cardboard cutout of that lady.  She was meant to make children feel more welcome, but she only ever made me more and more scared. I never got past the entrance, and I never understood why they had two doors, 2 entrances which would usually mean 2 exits and yet I could find neither. It was all normal. Until it wasn't. Today was supposed to be a normal day hanging out with Finn and Alex. Why did we go inside the pie factory, why? I see them again. "Finn! Alex!" They can't hear me. Sit at the table with them, they'll see you then. They can help you then. They will communicate with you. But I was wrong, they didn't. MFA- multiple failed attempts. It's pointless. "Please talk to me, Finn, Alex?? They said you would reply. Th-th-they said so." Tears began to stream down my face one by one. "Finn, Alex." It's no use, my voice now at a whisper. "Where did you go?" I was about to bury my head in my hands, but just as I was about to take a seat I fell. I tripped over something. I look back and all I see is a pig. B-b-b-but why. All I can think of and all I can ask myself is why. Why would a pig be here? I turn around to get a better look and I see not just one, not just two, but sixteen pigs. Exactly thirteen. I stand up and take a seat. I'm still a bit puzzled but I ignore it. I tried to warn you, why didn't you run when you had the chance, when you saw the pigs. I warned you. “How’s your pie Alex?” Finn asked trying to create conversation in the already loud environment. "Good, you?" Alex said, taking another bite "You good mate?" he looked concerned now. "Yeah, just Nicole has been gone for a while." "Finn, take a breath. I don't know where she is so let's just call her." They reach into their pockets and realise they don't have their phones. Their phones had just disappeared. Everything started to fade until it all became a blur, and everything went silent. Nicole lay lifeless on the floor. I wake up, panting out of breath from what, I don't know. The pigs have disappeared though which is good I think, they were starting to creep me out. I think back to when I was lying on the floor, just before I went unconscious, I saw the ceiling. I look up again. They are still there. Still staring down at me. I'm all alone here, talking to myself with those statues staring down at me. I blink once more and prepare myself. Pig heads. Thirteen pig heads exactly. I never liked pigs...and they never liked me. Perfectly Normal We walked into the house as the door creaked open with years of unoiled hinges, rust flaking onto our heads. I shone my torch over the room trying to figure out why everyone stayed clear of this place. From the stories I'd read about the place, I was ready to hear a shout or some sort of noise from something that wasn't even there. Nothing. This place seemed completely normal, just old. There were cobwebs in every corner, no inch of space was free of dust. Some windows were cracked some weren't even there but there was nothing unnatural about the place. We walked further on with a few creaks of the floorboards, a mouse that ran along the floor left Callan to squeal a little. He was always bad at these sorts of things, worse than me. When he found out this place was supposedly haunted by ghosts, he was already pale in the face and that was just the thought of being here. Now he was actually inside the building, he trembled lightly and jumped at the slightest noise. He was constantly looking around with panic in his eyes. We walked up the stairs, treading lightly, we had no idea how old these stairs were or how safe they were. The further we walked up the stairs the colder the air got. I took a deep breath. No, this place was normal, it was just colder upstairs than it was downstairs. It was perfectly normal. But it just got colder and colder the further we walked; goosebumps soon ran up my arms even though I wore a jumper. What was it with this place? It was normal, just like any other house on this earth. I hoped if I kept telling myself that, it would be true. Now I knew it wasn't though, we could hear screams coming from all around us, but we were the only ones in the house. I shone the torch all around us trying to see if there was something, nothing. Just the screams and shouts surrounding us, suffocating us. Where were they coming from? They were too loud now, any other noise made was drowned out by the deafening screams. Callan brought his hands to his ears, but he could still hear them. What was this? I was regretting my decision to come in this place now. I thought that the stories weren't true, I was stupid. And why did I drag Callan along with me? I looked over at him to see if he was coping, he was staring behind me, face pale, trembling. What was scaring him so much? I turned to look; I shouldn't have turned. A figure lunged towards me, my torched dropped to the floor and decided I didn't want to remember the rest. This was the biggest mistake I had ever made.

On Wednesday 5th June, Year 8 went to Carding Mill Valley in Shropshire, where there was many different aspects of greenery and wildlife. The purpose of going on the trip was to explore the different features of a valley, linking to our upcoming Geography lessons. We did many investigations, with a goal of exploring the velocity, bedload, gradient and width of the stream. Our experiments began at the confluence – where two streams meet – in the upper valley, with sheep, lambs and even ponies in the background at certain points. From this, we repeated our investigations in the middle and lower valley, finding the differences between each location. Overall, it was an intriguing trip, which deepened our knowledge on streams and valleys. (MW) On Wednesday 5th June, we went on a trip to Carding Mill Valley in Shropshire. We carried out many experiments in the stream, including measuring its velocity and bedload size in different areas. The valley was stunning in itself and was full of diverse wildlife and plants. There were sheep, ponies and so much more to discover. The views were picturesque and the mindful minute allowed me to realise just how lucky I was to be there, in the element of nature. (KJ)

Year 11 Study Leave starts today - Wednesday 8th May 2024. We have emphasised to students that staff in school will still be available to support them throughout the examination period. Should students wish to meet their subject teacher or have any questions they wish to ask, please make contact via email to arrange a convenient time to talk, either in school or via TEAMS. We would also like to reiterate that, as well as subject staff, our pastoral team will also be available to support and assist students if they are struggling. If this is the case, please do not hesitate in contacting the appropriate House Leader. Please take note of these forthcoming dates. Sixth Form Induction - Monday 1st and Tuesday 2nd July 2024 GCSE results will be available for collection at 9:00am on Thursday 22nd August 2024. We would like to take this opportunity to thank Year 11 for all their hard work so far this year and to wish them all the very best for the forthcoming examination period.

Please see below the new menu for the summer team at WGHS.

Come along to the Spring Serenade where our ensembles put on a night of musical excellence that features numbers from your favourite musicals and films! Tickets can be purchased by clicking here Tuesday 23rd April Doors open at 6:30pm Concert start time - 7:00pm (approx. 8:00pm finish) We look forward to seeing you there!