Choose a social issue video to watch and begin creating your course of study. Next week you will read fiction and nonfiction text about your social issue and WRITE many short scenes realted to your fiction story. Monday will be a RESEARCH day. You need to be reading as much about your topic BEFORE you write your story.

Social Issues Topics


Best claims for today

Intertextuality - Build a Course of Study

Sentence Fluency RETAKE OF RETAKE

Make one copy of this file as a book club: http://padlet.com/rbuxton1/oj1m08505pnp

Use this link for today's class: Intertextuality Practice

H/W - Bring one link  that relates in some way to a big idea in your book club text. This can be a song, poem, video clip, magazine article, poster. In Thursday's class, you will work as a book club on your second summative assessment using these links. Do not let your team down by forgetting to bring something in!  - DUE FRI  -  G/H - DUE MONDAY - 

All teams must have a padlet for inspection - responsibility grade given. Remember the SAS database as an option - only try to think out of the box when choosing your sources

Enjoy a recap of the POScars 2017 champion performance

Course of Study - For next week

LENS OF RACE:
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/02/26/education/black-at-stuyvesant-high-one-girls- experience.html?pagewanted=all
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/13/education/at-explore-charter-school-a-portrait-of- segregated-education.html?pagewanted=all
https://www.newsela.com/articles/teachers-diversity/id/3846/
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2016/01/19/scholastic-pulls- childrens-book-starring-george-washingtons-happy-slaves/
LENS OF CLASS:
https://www.newsela.com/articles/homeless-kids/id/27/
http://www.citylimits.org/news/articles/4936/class-in-the-classroom-the-income-gap-and-nyc-s- schools#.U2vyPK1dWuo
http://www.villagevoice.com/news/inside-a-divided-upper-east-side-public-school-6428826
https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/education/majority-of-us-public-school-students-are-in- poverty/2015/01/15/df7171d0-9ce9-11e4-a7ee-526210d665b4_story.html
LENS OF GENDER:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/02/magazine/02sex3-t.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&emc=eta1
http://learning.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/04/14/are-toys-too-gender-specific/ http://thinkprogress.org/health/2014/08/07/3468380/gender-roles-health-risks/
http://sociology.about.com/od/Current-Events-in-Sociological-Context/fl/Full-Transcript-of- Emma-Watsons-Speech-on-Gender-Equality-at-the-UN.htm
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/02/07/education/edlife/in-oakland-building-boys-into-men.html
LENS OF IMMIGRATION:
http://indykids.org/main/2014/09/the-child-migrant-crisis/
http://www.usnews.com/opinion/articles/2015/09/10/immigration-demagogues-like-donald- trump-are-hurting-children
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Teachers College Reading and Writing Project Reading Curricular Calendar, Sixth Grade, 2016-2017 Social Issues Book Clubs: Developing Critical Literacies
http://www.kidsdiscover.com/shop/issues/immigration-for-kids/ http://time.com/4050914/1965-immigration-act-pew/
http://ww2.kqed.org/news/2016/04/03/new-app-helps-undocumented-immigrants-find-college- scholarships
LENS OF RELIGION:
http://indykids.org/main/2016/03/salam-i-come-in-peace-muslims-stand-up-against- islamophobia/
http://www.tolerance.org/sites/default/files/general/tt_debunking_misconceptions_0.pdf http://www.tolerance.org/magazine/number-43-spring-2013/religion-locker-room
http://www.colorlines.com/articles/study-trump-effect-gives-children-color-alarming-level-fear- and-anxiety
LENS OF LANGUAGE:
http://www.wsj.com/articles/dual-language-classes-for-kids-grow-in-popularity-1459535318
http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/education/bilingual-education-nyc-set-big-expansion- article-1.2587215
https://www.ted.com/talks/jamila_lyiscott_3_ways_to_speak_english?language=en
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/28/travel/making-language-immersion-fun-for-the- kids.html?_r=0 

Role of Supporting Characters

Lesson Recap 

No H/W - Read! - Your 2nd book must be finished by Friday

Reminder: If you wish to retake the grammar test this Thursday during ASK THIS IS THE LAST CHANCE , then you must provide evidence of further studying before this day.

Hint - Learn the rules of compound and complex sentences!

Practice exercises

Sentence Fluency: Test Practice Exercises -

http://www.csus.edu/owl/index/sent/clause_quiz.htm

http://www.harcourtschool.com/activity/language_arts/goforgold/content_builder/dswmedia/g4c26/nadia.htm

http://www.harcourtschool.com/activity/sensort/index_pre.html

http://itech.pjc.edu/writinglab/senpat.htm types of sentences

http://eslbee.com/cgi-bin/quiztest.cgi?helenkeller

http://webschool.wash.k12.ut.us/language/lessons/compoundsentences.html

http://www.quia.com/pop/37751.html

http://www.quia.com/quiz/242899.html?AP_rand=1383585617

http://www.quia.com/quiz/299540.html (ignore question 13 and 16)

http://www.quia.com/rr/126726.html

Some of the questions on this exercise, we have not covered yet...but we will. Try it for fun!

http://www.quia.com/quiz/815621.html?AP_rand=60951870

TEST PRACTICE: ASK the Teacher sheet

Social Issues Writing - Generating Ideas

Reminder: If you wish to retake the grammar test this Thursday during ASK THIS IS THE LAST CHANCE , then you must provide evidence of further studying before this day.

Today's Recap - Writing scenes that indirectly hint at a social issue

Generating Ideas:  Humans of New York

Social issue videos

H/W - ALL CLASSES

Read this scene. Write a comment at the end of the post saying what the author has done to show the social issue

Mentor Sample - What moves has this writer made? How will yours compare?

Title of Story: Draw on Iron Bars

The water splashes my face and wakes me up to a dreary day. It’s identical to the dreary days that came before and the dreary days that will come after. Luckily, the sink is only a few steps away from my bed, as I’m already not able to walk around the white compound by myself. It doesn’t bother me too much, for I’ve never been one to love wandering a boring white hospital amongst worried visitors and identically clad patients. The stench of fear, misery, vomit and generously dispersed disinfectant is enough to drive anyone away. Instead, I spend most of my free time watching the television. I reach for a paper towel and dry my hands.

My parents swear they try to visit. Whenever they repeatedly apologize over the phone, I want to hate them for their absence. That’s always followed by guilt. After all, it is my body’s fault for the fresh lines on their face and the extra holes in their shirts. They can pretend the holes doesn’t exist. We all know they do.

That hurts. To know that the thrifty fashionista my mom used to be, gives up the sales and night markets to doll up a ticking time bomb. That my father calls everyday on his way to work, as if hugging and protecting the cold orb will stop its foreboding ticking. Anyone in their right mind, would throw a bomb as far away as possible. I know this, while I watch them in their painfully happy facade. But I’m not stupid. Fifteen days turned to twenty-eight. Twenty-eight to thirty-five, and the money is still draining down a bottomless pit.

I glance at myself one last time in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes. A dull, empty look. Pale complexion. Rashes. A bald head. I used to wear a wig, an expensive, glossy and elegant wig, back when I cared. Back when I believed my appearance mattered more than the itchy, sweaty feeling. But, what’s the point of decorating a prison cell? I turn away from the sink with a surprisingly smooth motion. Today was a good day. My mind wasn’t as blurry and hazy, and my train of thought was surprisingly fluid. Ish. Maybe I’d actually finish a few episodes of the Big Bang Theory without forgetting halfway the plot halfway through. I really have my priorities straight.

I rush back to my bed with my turtle pace and slight nausea. I know the steps by heart, and I keep my eyes straight ahead at the rows and rows of identical white beds, matching the white walls, white doors and white labcoats. For the past few days, I haven’t really thought about too much. Maybe it’s hard to think with so many tubes and annoying machines around you, or maybe it’s hard to think when you’re locked in your own jail of a body with the execution date labeled on your forehead. I sluggishly lay back in my pillow-lined coffin and watch as a nurse hurriedly buzzes towards me, hooking me back up to some leukemia-related machine.

Closing my weary eyes, I try to drift away. Suddenly, something pokes me in the arm. I groan with an incredible amount of annoyance for a girl who knew very well she wouldn’t have fallen asleep. The eight year old boy who usually occupies the bed to my left is standing over my body. He’s only just been admitted into the hospital, and I usually just ignore him and his restlessness.

“Hi. Um, I know I don’t really know you, the nurse said that your mommy said that you can draw really well.” I stared at him in confusion, I hadn’t drawn in years. As he shifted from side to side, I didn’t even attempt to save him. “Yeah, so, my mommy wants me to make friends, and I really like drawing,” He glances sheepishly at the floor, before procuring an object from behind his back.

“This is for you.” I glanced dumbfounded at the new notebook in his hand. Optimus Prime was staring valiantly back up at me from the front page. Feeling a little awkward and confused, I smiled and accepted the Transformers book. I don’t know what he’d say if I told him right now that I’d never watched the Transformer movies.

“Thank you so much,” I say instead. My tone sounds forced even through my own ears.

“I have an idea,” he pulls out his own Bumblebee notebook, “I think we should draw pictures to put up on the walls and you know, make this place happier. We can draw cars or robots or ponies,” he pulled a face and I tried not to giggle, “We can fill up this entire wall with collages,” his eyes brightened, “Oooh, and maybe, we can draw portraits of other people for money.” His wild gesturing stopped and he cautiously flipped to a page in his own barely used book. “I already drew one of you, you don’t have to pay me or anything, I know it’s bad, but maybe you could also teach me?”

I was staring back at a mirror image, well sort of, of me. A bald stickman with googly eyes and a wide, wide smile. Instead of faded blue uniforms, I was clothed in an outfit I wouldn’t exactly choose myself. A flowery skirt and a baggy yellow shirt. I covered my mouth, but this time, the laugh rang loud and clear. My gaze shifted to the boy next to me. The boy with bright eyes and a wide, wide smile.

A dam broke inside of me. Nearly toppling out of my bed and ignoring the sharp pain in my side, I reached out and tightly hugged the confused boy. We may be in a jail cell, but we can always draw on the iron bars and paint over the emptiness. Nothing’s to stop us, from singing, laughing and drawing. “I’d love to teach you!”

Connecting Research to Reading about Social Issues

Lesson Recap

You will have 15mins of Monday's class to turn in your finished piece.