Here's another Blog Worthy journal entry from one of our students in Room 205. This time students were asked to pick a side in the debate "Which type of pencil is better? Mechanical or Standard?
Number 6 did a terrific job making her point in this debate:
Mechanical pencils! They are much better for the environment! Why? What are regular pencils made out of? Wood! Mechanical pencils come with extra lead. But why is it important? First, wood comes from trees so you have to cut down trees to make them. Second, mechanical pencils are made from plastic and can be recycled! And if mechanical pencils come with lead, you don't have to hear that annoying pencil sharpener sound. It'll distract people in school! And if you run out of lead in a mechanical pencil, you can just stick some more lead right in! It also doesn't make you waste money on pencil grips and stuff because mechanical pencils can already come in cool designs! So everyone, vote for mechanical pencils!
Extra Credit Questions:
1. Do you agree now that mechanical pencils are better?
2. Will you stop buying regular pencils and start using mechanical ones?
3. Do you think that if more people used mechanical pencils the environment would be better?
4. Do you think that you will still buy accessories for your pencil?
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I am a Tree
A Blog Worthy Piece by Author # 14
I'm a vast tree towering in the sky.
When harsh winds blow, I sway all around.
In the intense winter I close all openings in my branches.
I am bare.
When time changes to Spring, I grow.
In the blazing summer, I shade people.
When there is a storm you hear "crack".
I have fallen.
My life is over.
Questions/Comments:
1. Who is the "I" in this poem?
2. Which descriptive words help you feel how the tree feels?
3. How do you feel at the beginning of the poem? Do you feel the same at the end?
4. What is your favorite part?
I'm a vast tree towering in the sky.
When harsh winds blow, I sway all around.
In the intense winter I close all openings in my branches.
I am bare.
When time changes to Spring, I grow.
In the blazing summer, I shade people.
When there is a storm you hear "crack".
I have fallen.
My life is over.
Questions/Comments:
1. Who is the "I" in this poem?
2. Which descriptive words help you feel how the tree feels?
3. How do you feel at the beginning of the poem? Do you feel the same at the end?
4. What is your favorite part?
Monday, November 30, 2009
...now you know why there are so many stars in the sky
Here's another Blog Worthy journal entry...enjoy!
Author: Number 2
In the beginning there was one tiny star that was as microscopic as an ant. He was very mournful because he was the only one in existence. When he got angry, he got bigger, and one day he got so ginormous he could not fit in his house any more. He got so enraged that he exploded into one-million little stars that were as shiny as a new quarter. Now he is joyful, and now you know why there are so many stars in the sky.
Questions:
1. What do you think a good name for the star would be? Why?
2. How many stars do you think there actually are in the sky?
3. Use clues from the story to find the meaning of ginormous, mournful, and enraged.
4. What do you think the main idea of this story is?
5. Contrast the way the star feels at the beginning to how it feels at the end.
Author: Number 2
In the beginning there was one tiny star that was as microscopic as an ant. He was very mournful because he was the only one in existence. When he got angry, he got bigger, and one day he got so ginormous he could not fit in his house any more. He got so enraged that he exploded into one-million little stars that were as shiny as a new quarter. Now he is joyful, and now you know why there are so many stars in the sky.
Questions:
1. What do you think a good name for the star would be? Why?
2. How many stars do you think there actually are in the sky?
3. Use clues from the story to find the meaning of ginormous, mournful, and enraged.
4. What do you think the main idea of this story is?
5. Contrast the way the star feels at the beginning to how it feels at the end.
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
...Now you know why there are so many stars in the sky.
Author # 4 wrote a Blog Worthy response to the following prompt: Write a story that ends with the line... Now you know why there are so many stars in the sky. We hope you enjoy her take on it!
It all started when a shining amulet cristal was found in the earth by a group of hard working builders. They gave it to the scientific scholars, Dr. Lecond and Dr. Shorts. The doctors were mixing the cristals with random, flammable potions, and a beaming light was shining. They rushed outside, and it started to float. It went higher and higher and higher up to the sky.
Dr. Shorts went to go get his camera and took a picture. Two days later, it was on the front cover of the newspaper, and people talked about it for months!
Dr. Shorts and Dr. Lecond decided to make more potions because they wanted to make the nighttime sky even more beautiful. It took them about a year to make the four-billions stars that glow up in the sky, and now you know why there are so many stars in the sky.
Why did Dr. Shorts take a picture?
Why did they want to fill the sky with stars?
What descriptive words did you like in the story?
What was your favorite part of the story?
It all started when a shining amulet cristal was found in the earth by a group of hard working builders. They gave it to the scientific scholars, Dr. Lecond and Dr. Shorts. The doctors were mixing the cristals with random, flammable potions, and a beaming light was shining. They rushed outside, and it started to float. It went higher and higher and higher up to the sky.
Dr. Shorts went to go get his camera and took a picture. Two days later, it was on the front cover of the newspaper, and people talked about it for months!
Dr. Shorts and Dr. Lecond decided to make more potions because they wanted to make the nighttime sky even more beautiful. It took them about a year to make the four-billions stars that glow up in the sky, and now you know why there are so many stars in the sky.
Why did Dr. Shorts take a picture?
Why did they want to fill the sky with stars?
What descriptive words did you like in the story?
What was your favorite part of the story?
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Number 18 and the Giant Peach...
After attending South Elgin High School's performance of James and the Giant Peach, students in Room 205 had an opportunity to write their own fantasy! Here's Number 18's take on it!
A young boy named Number 18 was lonely because he had no friends, and people made fun of him. They picked on him because they thought he was a nerd. A kid named Zack made fun of him too.
Number 18 was growing peaches for a peach pie. One grew into a one-hundred pound peach! Number 18 said, "I want some bigger crust to make a pie!"
One day Zack smelled something good so he tried to find the mystery smell. He found Number 18's peach pie, and he said, "Can I have a piece of pie?" Number 18 said, "No!" because of the mean things Zack said.
Questions:
What was your favorite part of the story?
What was the saddest part of the story?
How big was the peach Number 18 used to make his pie?
If you were Number 18, would you let Zack have pie? Why or why not?
A young boy named Number 18 was lonely because he had no friends, and people made fun of him. They picked on him because they thought he was a nerd. A kid named Zack made fun of him too.
Number 18 was growing peaches for a peach pie. One grew into a one-hundred pound peach! Number 18 said, "I want some bigger crust to make a pie!"
One day Zack smelled something good so he tried to find the mystery smell. He found Number 18's peach pie, and he said, "Can I have a piece of pie?" Number 18 said, "No!" because of the mean things Zack said.
Questions:
What was your favorite part of the story?
What was the saddest part of the story?
How big was the peach Number 18 used to make his pie?
If you were Number 18, would you let Zack have pie? Why or why not?
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