Homework Week 7

Click on the above link to see you last H/W sheet for 2011.

Next week is an important week for grades. Make sure you FINISH STRONG, and don't allow yourself to slip before the holiday vacation.

Maybe it is worth watching this video again! Hint ! Hint!

Review of Today's Lesson - Making Judgments

Change to H/W sheet
Spend this evening collecting notes on your chosen person for the character sketch. You do not need to write the GRAAB sentences

Enjoy a more detailed explanation of the Sugihara story. How would you judge this man?


 
 
Enjoy these impressive poems from your classmates

A Spin to Victory by Sophie Smith

Joannie Rochette steps onto the ice,
Her sparkling dress makes her look rather nice.
Music starts playing and filling her ears,
As she pushes away her sadness and fears.

Her new polished skates make a peculiar sound,
And at that moment, her heart starts to pound.
She spun on the ice like a Hanukah driedel,
Reminding herself that a fall could be fatal.

Joannie decides to add a little flair,
So she stretches her leg high in the air.
The shouting and yelling of the crowd decreased,
And Joannie wished for bronze at the least

Lovely red roses landed by her side,
And her smile becomes really wide.
Her sparkling dress makes her look quite nice,
As Jonnie Rochette steps off the ice.



A Day to Remember
by Mary Louise Kenny
Early morning dew rested in the grass
Little laced sneakers scattered to class
A normal winter day, and so it began
As the monster schemed its horrible plan

Citizens looked up and wondered why
The faded grey clouds dotted the sky
Rain started to pour and danced on the road
As the earthquake in itself started to explode

The white shutters galloped through the tiny, poor town
As the faces of many began to helplessly frown
Their shoulders hung low, as they watched in fear
Hoping that a hero would be somewhere near

Soon, the heroes came with their love to share
Their big hearts opened with a desire to care
The memories were gone with all the debris
But the survivors that lived now shine with glee

The Soccer Shocker
by Scott


Iniesta sprinting in his black cleats
Trying his hardest not to fall in defeat
Johannesburg Africa is where his team Spain was playing
Before the game probably desperately praying

Spain and the Netherlands were in extra time
If one team screws up it would be a crime
The game was the world cup finals
The team that wins would become idols

Jubalani was the name of the ball
Fighting to get Jubalani a brawl
Vuvuyelos being buzzed by peers
Some of the players even grasping their ears

Suddenly Iniesta found the ball at his feet
Hoping to score so he wouldn’t be beat
He kicked the ball hoping to win their first title
The ball went in and the whole team was vital


Will you be ready for the Talent Show reward party...coming soon! Look at the talent we have!

Making Judgments

Here is another look at today's video on making judgments. How will you learn from the innocent mistakes of these children?  How will you judge in the future?

 Comments welcome on any aspect of today's session.

Week 6 H/W

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From Mrs. Ayeola
Use this video to help with your Spanish test

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I just wanted to share with you Austin F's. brilliant way of integrating poetry into her narrative writing. She also ended her piece with the line.

Falling for the Nutcracker
As I collapse, my face hits the hard wooden floor in the dark, silent backstage hallway and my tutu is crushed. A river of pain leaps into my ankle, and the pride in my heart becomes a sense of clumsiness. The fall makes the black walls spin like an optical illusion. I can't even move my foot to get up, or a sting shoots through my leg like a bullet grazing through a deer's heart. It feels like my leg was just smashed by a boulder.


"Remember," I thought about Maya Angelou's poem, "Shadows on the wall, noises down the hall, life doesn't frighten me at all." Lying there, I am as helpless as a newborn baby even though I am eight years old. "How have I even ended up in this mess?" I ask myself.