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Showing posts with label Charlotte Doyle. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Compound Sentences + Study Techniques

We covered these complicated words today:
  • Independent Cause
  • Coordinating Conjunction
  • Semi colon (;) in compound sentence
Would you know what these meant if you had a pop quiz on these terms? Hint! Hint!
What do did you find confusing about today's class?

 
Comments appreciate: However, you must write your comment as a compound sentence!!!

 
Enjoy these videos from today's class.

 


 


Change to Social Studies H/W for tonight (Due: Wed)

Come up with a unique way to remember all the information on one of your 'Study Cards' for Friday's test.Sugggestions include. Make it something simple. Don't spend more than 15 mins on this activity
  • Acroynms
  • Drawing
  • Mnenomic device
  • Jingle or song
  • Sentence with  special meanings
You should use the techniques we covered in today's class  on how to 'study for tests'  for all future tests. They work. Honestly!

Friday, August 27, 2010

Where I'm From - Poetry

Can you be precise and specific in your 'Where I'm From' poems? Look at some examples below. How will you make your poem unique?

“I’m From the Woods….” by Nick

I’m from the woods and the creek behind my fence
From the gray wooden backyard deck.
I’m from the honeysuckles,
The pear trees by the neighbor’s garden


From the creek when I swing over it.
I’m from the yellow walls of Grandma’s kitchen
From the Yorkshire pup, the coolest thing in my family.
I’m from macaroni pictures of the Ark


From “I just can’t snap my fingers and make it happen”
and from David the Gnome in summers long ago.
I’m from my mom’s side of the family,

From roasting turkeys for each holiday,
From when Papaw yelled at his boss and got fired
From the family pictures in the big wooden cabinet and
From the family gathering when we drag them out.


I am from those moments.
A root that no one sees, but walks all over
An important part of the tree.”
I'm from all the places that makes me, me.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Descriptive Writing - Charlotte Doyle



Enjoy these descriptive writing pieces by your classmates. Look at Avery's very simple but powerfully descriptive ending that shows the mood of her character. Notice 'showing' phrase like " canvas hammock", "...wood moans", or "droopy sails kick into life" in Griffin's work.

The View
By: Avery Riescher

The sun was starting to rise and the sea was as clear as crystal. A calm sea was still and smooth like glass. Bleach-white sales were high in the sky and puffy like a giant marshmallow. The sun was to trying peak through the fluffy clouds. All of the rest of the sky looked like a marvelous water color painting. The deck’s floor boards were decrepit and squeaked when pressure was put on them. Even though they were wood the polish made them sparkle. The sun was half way in the sky and there was an ominous feeling in the air. Dark clouds started to fill the air as the wind was kicking up. A loud roar filled the sky as a bolt of light struck the sky. In a blink of the eye it started to pour down large droplets of water. The rat lines were swaying furiously in the strong wind. Lightning was lighting up the dense, dark sky. Thunder was roaring louder than I have ever heard in my life. I sprinted back to my tiny, dark cabin. Back in England, when there was a storm at night I curled up in my bed and listened to the pitter-patter of the rain. That is what I decided to do.

A Nation of It’s Own
by Griffin Walsh

Sails are down as the Seahawk glides through the splashing waves of the sea. I wake up to the sound of men running about. As I turn in my canvas hammock, the ship is jolted to one side. Falling down, I remember I am aboard a ship and I try to keep my balance. I pull on my torn sailor’s vest and jog outside onto deck.
Stepping onto the decrepit, sea beaten deck of the Seahawk, the wood moans. Looking up, men scurry about in the sails and riggings like scared monkeys running from a vicious predator. I climb up the thick ropes to the very top lookout point and my stomach lurches. The men below me look like small, tin soldiers. The mast seems as if it is a giant, four hundred year old Redwood growing up through the deck. A thousand whips crack around me as I climb even higher. Although the day has just begun, the sun, a huge flaming giant, soars in the sky burning whoever gets in its way. I set to work pulling the long, snakelike ropes that hold up the white sails. The wind blows and the droopy sails kick into life. Bells sound loudly as Mr. Hollybrass yells for everyone to come on deck on deck. I scamper down from the treacherous riggings. The eminent Captain Jaggery steps briskly out from his cabin. A long, unimportant speech follows. After resuming our stations and heading back to our laborious work, thoughts about Captain Jaggery fill my head.
What was it? Suddenly, I recall why the crew and I had come and what we were to do.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Charlotte Doyle Practice - Enjoy


Can you write sentences using multiple vocabulary words?
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