Important Resources for Must Do Assignments
Week of September 10, 2012
Fiction: Owl Hall (scroll down to Audio File) *You need headphones*
http://www.onestopenglish.com/skills/listening/serialized-macmillan-readers/owl-hall/owl-hall-episode-1-arrival/551574.article
Poetry: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
http://applegrin.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/road_not_taken-robert-frost-1920.jpeg
Week of September 24, 2012
Fiction: "Alma" a Pixar short film *You need headphones and notes from file below. Be careful attention to types of conflict (this is new information).*
Fiction: Owl Hall (scroll down to Audio File) *You need headphones*
http://www.onestopenglish.com/skills/listening/serialized-macmillan-readers/owl-hall/owl-hall-episode-1-arrival/551574.article
Poetry: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
http://applegrin.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/road_not_taken-robert-frost-1920.jpeg
Week of September 24, 2012
Fiction: "Alma" a Pixar short film *You need headphones and notes from file below. Be careful attention to types of conflict (this is new information).*
elements_of_a_plot_alma.ppt | |
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Week of October 1, 2012
Poetry: Oranges by Gary Soto
Poetry: Oranges by Gary Soto
Week of October 8, 2012
Conventions Practice: Open PowerPoint and complete conventions practice on a piece of loose leaf paper. Raise your hand when finished to get checked. Remember, read carefully!
conventions_practice_10-8-12.ppt | |
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Poetry: Read the poem below as you are listening to the author, Tony Medina read the poem aloud. Complete the handout while you are reading. Raise your hand to get checked when you are finished. Remember, you must re-read/re-listen often in order to understand the poem.
My Grandmother Had One Good Coat
a black wool one with black buttons
shiny as patent leather shoes
and a smooth furry collar
just as black
she wore this only
to the doctor or to church
one late afternoon
I came home from school feeling sorry
for an old woman living beneath the
elevated train below the station
who sat taunting passersby
on their way to work and to school
she sat coatless on a cardboard box
hiding her pain behind
curses and scowls
she could have been
my grandmother
and the thought of my own
grandmother homeless
in the cold with no place
to pray and be warm
made me sad and depressed
when she asked me what was wrong
and I told her without hesitation
she went into her closet
and handed me her black dress coat
and said here put it in a shopping
bag you’ll find one in the broom closet
I don’t use it that much anyway -Tony Medina
My Grandmother Had One Good Coat
a black wool one with black buttons
shiny as patent leather shoes
and a smooth furry collar
just as black
she wore this only
to the doctor or to church
one late afternoon
I came home from school feeling sorry
for an old woman living beneath the
elevated train below the station
who sat taunting passersby
on their way to work and to school
she sat coatless on a cardboard box
hiding her pain behind
curses and scowls
she could have been
my grandmother
and the thought of my own
grandmother homeless
in the cold with no place
to pray and be warm
made me sad and depressed
when she asked me what was wrong
and I told her without hesitation
she went into her closet
and handed me her black dress coat
and said here put it in a shopping
bag you’ll find one in the broom closet
I don’t use it that much anyway -Tony Medina
Week of October 15, 2012
Poetry-Analysis with Eminem's Lose Yourself (you will need handout and headphones)
Poetry-Analysis with Eminem's Lose Yourself (you will need handout and headphones)
Open-Ended: Should there be an age limit for trick-or treating?
1. ACE plan checked.
2. Final response typed in http://tweentribune.com/tween/should-teens-be-allowed-trick-or-treat
1. ACE plan checked.
2. Final response typed in http://tweentribune.com/tween/should-teens-be-allowed-trick-or-treat
Week of October 22, 2012
Red Ribbon Week: "8th Grade is Above the Influence"
http://www.abovetheinfluence.com/facts/drugfacts
http://www.abovetheinfluence.com/influence/pressures
Red Ribbon Week: "8th Grade is Above the Influence"
http://www.abovetheinfluence.com/facts/drugfacts
http://www.abovetheinfluence.com/influence/pressures
callout.docx | |
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File Type: | docx |
Week of October 29, 2012
Fiction-Little Cottage in the Woods
http://themoonlitroad.com/little-cottage-in-the-woods/
Open-Ended
Do Teens Need More Driving Resrtictions?
Article is online, complete ACE plan on loose leaf and get checked, respond on Tween Tribune (you'll need your username and password to log in)
http://tweentribune.com/content/older-teens-need-more-driving-restrictions
Fiction-Little Cottage in the Woods
http://themoonlitroad.com/little-cottage-in-the-woods/
Open-Ended
Do Teens Need More Driving Resrtictions?
Article is online, complete ACE plan on loose leaf and get checked, respond on Tween Tribune (you'll need your username and password to log in)
http://tweentribune.com/content/older-teens-need-more-driving-restrictions
Poetry Analysis for Week of November 5, 201
Over the next few days, you and a partner will be analyzing several different types of poetry. After finishing your analysis of each of the following poems, you and your partner will choose one of the three poems and write a detailed analysis. Poetry assessment is due, typed, by the end of class on Thursday.
Poem 1: We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks
Poem 2: Fifteen by William Stafford
Poem 3: Mean by Taylor Swift
Poetry Assessment-due Thursday
Introductory paragraph/pargraph #1- It should contain the title, the author, and an explanation of thewriter’s position as well as the significance of the title. Include a brief overall statement of the meaning of the poem.
Body of the analysis/paragraph #2- In the body of the analysis, discuss how
the poem was written (style/set-up), which poetic devices were used, the tone, the poet’s attitude, and the shift of the poem from the beginning to the poet’s ultimate understanding of the experience in the end. Add your interpretation of the poem.
Wrap-up/paragraph #3-Personal review/thoughts of the poem.
We Real Cool
by Gwendolyn Brooks
Poem 1: We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks
Poem 2: Fifteen by William Stafford
Poem 3: Mean by Taylor Swift
Poetry Assessment-due Thursday
Introductory paragraph/pargraph #1- It should contain the title, the author, and an explanation of thewriter’s position as well as the significance of the title. Include a brief overall statement of the meaning of the poem.
Body of the analysis/paragraph #2- In the body of the analysis, discuss how
the poem was written (style/set-up), which poetic devices were used, the tone, the poet’s attitude, and the shift of the poem from the beginning to the poet’s ultimate understanding of the experience in the end. Add your interpretation of the poem.
Wrap-up/paragraph #3-Personal review/thoughts of the poem.
We Real Cool
by Gwendolyn Brooks
Fifteen
by William Stafford
South of the bridge on Seventeenth
I found back of the willows one summer
day a motorcycle with engine running
as it lay on its side, ticking over
slowly in the high grass. I was fifteen.
I admired all that pulsing gleam, the
shiny flanks, the demure headlights
fringed where it lay; I led it gently
to the road and stood with that
companion, ready and friendly. I was fifteen.
We could find the end of a road, meet
the sky on out Seventeenth. I thought about
hills, and patting the handle got back a
confident opinion. On the bridge we indulged
a forward feeling, a tremble. I was fifteen.
Thinking, back farther in the grass I found
the owner, just coming to, where he had flipped
over the rail. He had blood on his hand, was pale--
I helped him walk to his machine. He ran his hand
over it, called me good man, roared away.
I stood there, fifteen.
"Fifteen" by William Stafford, from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems. © Graywolf Press, 1998. Reprinted with permission.
by William Stafford
South of the bridge on Seventeenth
I found back of the willows one summer
day a motorcycle with engine running
as it lay on its side, ticking over
slowly in the high grass. I was fifteen.
I admired all that pulsing gleam, the
shiny flanks, the demure headlights
fringed where it lay; I led it gently
to the road and stood with that
companion, ready and friendly. I was fifteen.
We could find the end of a road, meet
the sky on out Seventeenth. I thought about
hills, and patting the handle got back a
confident opinion. On the bridge we indulged
a forward feeling, a tremble. I was fifteen.
Thinking, back farther in the grass I found
the owner, just coming to, where he had flipped
over the rail. He had blood on his hand, was pale--
I helped him walk to his machine. He ran his hand
over it, called me good man, roared away.
I stood there, fifteen.
"Fifteen" by William Stafford, from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems. © Graywolf Press, 1998. Reprinted with permission.
Mean by Taylor Swift
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded
You picking on the weaker man
You can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know, what you don't know...
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again
I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
'Cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know, what you don't know...
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion
But nobody's listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing
But all you are is mean
All you are is mean
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean
But someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so?..
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean (Why you gotta be so?..)
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?