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Brochure Assignment -- Late Work
1. iRead Ice Story and work on assignments:For B8 --Question for all chapters--
For A1, A3, A4, B7 --
1. ?'s Prologue through Chapter 2.
2. ?'s Chapters 3-5.
3. Chapts. 5 - 8 -- Pictures What They Saved and What they Threw Away.
4. Read chapters 9-11 and create a journal entry on your own lined paper as if you are there with Shackleton's expedition. (See packet)
5. Fill out the T-Chart for Chapters 12 - 15.
6. Fill in all available vocabulary words on the chart provided.
To Save or Not to Save Activity.docx, chapters 5-8
T-Chart for Ice Story.docx chapters 12-15
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Vocabulary: If you have missed any of your words from frenzied through fanfare, get them from someone at your table.
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2. Editing -- Copy and correct the following:
(Can you find and correct nine errors?)
There was a lot of people that drank a little but there was also a lot of people that drank a lot more then they should. So its saying there is a lot of people that died or almost died from drinking.
Plummet: page 76
| Fall or drop straight down at high speed. |
Dabble: page 81 Verb -- 1. to play and splash in or as if in water, especially with the hands.
2.
to work at anything in an irregular or superficial manner: to dabble in literature.
Optimist: page 85 Noun -- a person who expects the best possible outcome or dwells on the most hopeful aspects of a situation
Fanfare: page 85 Noun
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2. Editing -- Copy and correct the following:
(Can you find and correct nine errors?)
There was a lot of people that drank a little but there was also a lot of people that drank a lot more then they should. So its saying there is a lot of people that died or almost died from drinking.
from a student brochure about the Prohibition Era
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Test on Central Idea time after next.
3. Main idea -- Handout with two passages
Use the clues we learned.
Supporting details can be facts, details, examples.
-- evidence, proof, description --
3. Main idea -- Handout with two passages
Use the clues we learned.
Supporting details can be facts, details, examples.
-- evidence, proof, description --
Test on Central Idea time after next.
4. Poetry
A-Day and B8 Poetry: Prospice by Robert Browning
What is the mood, purpose, audience, main idea or theme?
B-Day: B7 Courage is a motherless lamb by Ivan Donn Carswell
Vocabulary for this poem
maniacal: like a maniac; crazy
wether: a ram -- a male sheep
desultory: unfocused; half-hearted
doting dad: a dad who would spoil his child
In this poem, what is the mood, purpose, audience, main idea or theme?
Courage is a motherless lamb by Ivan Donn Carswell
A-Day and B8 Poetry: Prospice by Robert Browning
What is the mood, purpose, audience, main idea or theme?
Emotions -- What feelings do the poems we've read bring out?
Vocabulary for this poem
maniacal: like a maniac; crazy
wether: a ram -- a male sheep
desultory: unfocused; half-hearted
doting dad: a dad who would spoil his child
In this poem, what is the mood, purpose, audience, main idea or theme?
Courage is a motherless lamb by Ivan Donn Carswell
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat,
occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would burst from cover
and butt whomever graced his yard. He meant it in fun, something
he had done since his bottle-fed youth, he knew no other form of greeting.
It was useless excusing his deeds as affection, the misguided beast
was a terrorist to small persons, wary or not, and no neat reason
would ease the fear we felt at his sudden charge. By and large
he was fine if pampered and fed, letting us pass with a desultory
glance, but it took just one bump to dispel that romance. Bunty,
an obvious name for the monster we dreaded, would behave
impeccably when adults inspected his manners, meanwhile we
shunned his yard and traversed the fences the long way round
to the hens. At times we forgot our chores, distractions abounded
outside the fences, the chooks were not fed or eggs not collected.
Be bold, stand up to him I was told, tell him who’s boss. I was lost
how to express the stupidity in that, he weighed three of me
and moved with the speed of a runaway bus. The way to stop a bus
best, prudence would suggest, was not by standing in its path.
I didn’t expect sympathy or ask for alms, I just avoided Bunty
and potentially broken limbs by staying clear. The morning I found him
asleep beyond the gate suggested he was still playing games, bound
in dreams of butting boys who crossed his domain, he might even
have sniggered at the terror he caused, at how my heartbeat
soared when he looked my way. I tried to be brave, I found the largest stick
I could carry and gingerly crossed the yard backwards, not letting him
out of my sight, fed the hens, collected the eggs, returning the same way.
He was still on the ground, no sign of his breathing, or of my believing.
When I was told he had died my first unkindly thoughts were of great relief,
of chances missed and vengeance denied, then in shock I cried.
I fed him as a motherless lamb and would not
let my doting dad return him to the flock.
© I.D. Carswell
occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would burst from cover
and butt whomever graced his yard. He meant it in fun, something
he had done since his bottle-fed youth, he knew no other form of greeting.
It was useless excusing his deeds as affection, the misguided beast
was a terrorist to small persons, wary or not, and no neat reason
would ease the fear we felt at his sudden charge. By and large
he was fine if pampered and fed, letting us pass with a desultory
glance, but it took just one bump to dispel that romance. Bunty,
an obvious name for the monster we dreaded, would behave
impeccably when adults inspected his manners, meanwhile we
shunned his yard and traversed the fences the long way round
to the hens. At times we forgot our chores, distractions abounded
outside the fences, the chooks were not fed or eggs not collected.
Be bold, stand up to him I was told, tell him who’s boss. I was lost
how to express the stupidity in that, he weighed three of me
and moved with the speed of a runaway bus. The way to stop a bus
best, prudence would suggest, was not by standing in its path.
I didn’t expect sympathy or ask for alms, I just avoided Bunty
and potentially broken limbs by staying clear. The morning I found him
asleep beyond the gate suggested he was still playing games, bound
in dreams of butting boys who crossed his domain, he might even
have sniggered at the terror he caused, at how my heartbeat
soared when he looked my way. I tried to be brave, I found the largest stick
I could carry and gingerly crossed the yard backwards, not letting him
out of my sight, fed the hens, collected the eggs, returning the same way.
He was still on the ground, no sign of his breathing, or of my believing.
When I was told he had died my first unkindly thoughts were of great relief,
of chances missed and vengeance denied, then in shock I cried.
I fed him as a motherless lamb and would not
let my doting dad return him to the flock.
© I.D. Carswell
5. Ice Story
If time: c. Video
A1 video 1:33:59 (4-26-13) to Disk 2 - 29:30
A3 Watched video to 1:18:34 to 1:19:00 to 1:26: 50 Just had Christmas, spotted land, decided not to land there. Began 2nd disk 8:55 to 2nd disk 13:52 to 38:33
A4 Watched video to 1:12:53 to 1:16:00 Began 2nd disk 8:55 to 2nd disk 17:17
B7 Watched video to 1:07:55 to 1:17:04 to 1:23:00 Began 2nd disk 8:55 to 2nd disk 12:17 to 30:14 B8 Watch video to 1:19 to (none today)
