Ooh, I loved primary school so much. Our lessons were mostly project work, too - Great Fire of London, Romans, Ancient Greeks (where we learnt Pythagorus' theorem), birds (we all joined the RSPB and I've retained the interest and a lot of the knowledge till now) and Victorians (we spent a week in costume writing on slates when the school had it centenary).
RE consisted of the teacher reading out a story and us writing down what we remembered of it, then illustrating it, in one of those books where the top half was blank and the other half lined.
There was always some reading out loud time every day (Tyke Tyler and the Hobbit stand out for me), and
lots of creative writing and drawing.
We did do the 11-plus but there was no stress about it at all; there wasn't even any warning that I was aware of. I wish there had been, really - I took it while I had the measles and was barely functioning, but would probably have asked not to sit it that day if I'd known how important it was.
PE was mostly netball and rounders, athletics, or country dancing in infants. 'Here comes a chopper to chop off your head. Chip, chip, chip chop. Here comes a candle to light you to bed. Chop, chop, chip, chop. the last man's head is OFF!' All chanted in a whisper tll the shout at the end.
