|Happy Autumn! Happy October!|
Announcements and Reminders for Friday/Monday, September 28/October 1, 2018:
If you have not presented, please see me to set up a time to present.
Your October Book assignment is Realistic Fiction in a modern setting. Start looking for a book. See more information and suggestions here: Realistic Fiction in a Modern Setting
Targets for Today:
I can correctly spell the commonly confused set of words: there, their, and they're.
I can write an effective description of a setting.
Today’s Agenda for Friday/Monday, September 28/October 1, 2018:
Birthday Catch-Up! Did A2 only?
Drawing on Friday
Commonly Confused Words: there, their, they're
Descriptive paragraphs -- finish
Can you guess what this is describing?
The Entrance Hall was so big you could have fitted the whole of the _________s’ house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at __________, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
Outside the old mansion, a one-eyed crow was picking at something on the branch of a dead tree in the yard. A three-legged dog was howling at the moon.
Script -- dialogue for your story
See an example --
Brian's Song, pg 279 in the green literature book
If You Were Absent:
Make your own small (8 1/2 x 11) poster with sentences showing the correct uses of they're/their/ there.
You can find information about the commonly confused words at
Finish writing your descriptive paragraph.
Good descriptive writing includes many vivid sensory details that paint a picture and appeals to all of the reader's senses of sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste when appropriate. Descriptive writing may also paint pictures of the feelings the person, place or thing invokes in the writer.
Help and Enrichment
Another example of description: (Notice how this author give you sight, sound, smell, and taste.)
I walked into the McDonalds and people were busy everywhere.
The sweat-soaked workmen hunched over the stainless steel counters, bellies bursting out of grease stained t-shirts. An old man slouched in the corner, holding an aluminum cane in one hand and a rolled up newspaper in the other. He swatted at flies as the workers scurried behind the counters, stuffing bags with greasy burgers, rushing to the beeping fry-o-lators to scoop the golden greasy potato sticks, slinging steaming robot food onto red plastic trays. The smell of sizzling fat hung heavily in the air and I wondered how it is that the taste of salt, grease and charred beef could be so appealing to an empty stomach. My mouth watered in anticipation as the perky young girl slid the bag across the slick counter, murmuring my thanks as she squeaked out, ‘Have a nice day!’