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*** To Kill A Mockingbird STUDY GUIDE*** Hello Dear Students! Thank you for all your hard work today in class. I'm expecting a spectacular debate between the triumph group and tragedy group. :) I enjoyed meeting with Kat, Tim, Tessa and Jonah today. I am looking forward to conferencing with the rest of you this week. Please be sure to e-mail me a copy of your draft if we have not conferenced yet. I will be collecting your completed draft at our next class. Purchase (or borrow) your copy of To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Read chapters 1-11. This is an excellent novel and I'm very excited to study it with you guys. We will be learning about integrity, courage, racism, and compassion. Please print out this study guide. Read/Complete pgs 7-13 in the study guide. Be sure to do the Character Analysis of Atticus on a separate sheet of paper. ***You do not need to do the Extending Your Response part at the very end. Remember you also agreed to write one journal entry this week... :) Have an awesome fall break! See you in two weeks!!!!   Hey Everyone! I hope you are having a fabulous week! I wanted to give you a list of your assignments this week to make sure we are all on the same page: 1. Print out your grades on engrade and have your parent sign somewhere on the page that they saw your average. Thanks! :) 2. No VOCAB this week. Take a break :) 3. Complete "The Old Man and the Sea" quiz by clicking here and submitting the answers online. Do not use help form anything for your answers please. Complete the quiz with integrity. 4. Write a five-paragraph essay (1st Draft) discussing three major themes in the novella "Old Man and the Sea." -start with prewriting -we will have student/teacher conferences with your first draft in class so make sure you have it with you! -remember to use the peer edit sheet you have as a tool. -don't forget to properly punctuate quotations in the following way: " This is an example of a quote from the novella" (p. 45). If I have left something out leave a comment here....Also, if you have any questions, concerns etc....Please call, or email me! See you on Monday!  Hey Guys,
No quiz on Old Man tomorrow in case you were wondering, BUT we will have a graded discussion! See you in the morning!  By Micah Lee
I see a flower in a vast see of dry green grass up on a hill. The flower starts with a green stem and works its way up to bright white petals reaching toward the sun. At the middle of the flower the color fades to dark bold pink which sinks into yellow stalks that bolt straight up. The grass in which this flower sits has white lines through it and silver bleachers set up for sports. The over look is of high majestic mountains which are pressed against a fuzzy white background that reaches out into a crisp clear sky. When ever I see mountains I think of West Virginia and all its windy roads. As I think about this I am sitting on those silver bleachers, in that field, looking at those mountains, and imagining that flower.  The Unknown Bench
By Abbey As I sit on this bench, my mind starts to wonder what all it has been through and what it has seen. Who knows all who have set on this bench. A person could have made a decision about salvation while sitting on this bench. I bet some people read their Bibles and pray on this bench. Others may have sang on this bench, while others have fallen off of this bench. Some have had their first kiss on this bench, some may have even proposed to the love of their life on this bench. While others may have been talking to a loved one who was in the army and was about to go out to war on this bench. Someone could have even talked to someone who was dying on this very bench. This bench could be the place you meet someone that will change your life forever. This bench could be the last place you talk to anybody. This one little bench lost in this garden that most people don't even think about, or even know about, could have been the place that changed someones life forever, and people don't even know.  By Timothy In front of me is a small tree. This tree’s position is somewhat strange because it is on a grassy knoll overlooking a drainage basin. The sun is shimmering beautifully on its slightly orange leaves. It is a small tree only about seven feet in stature. Its trunk splits at the very bottom and creates a wide diameter flat area on top. Its upper leaves are more orange and the sun is mainly shining on its upper half. The lower leaves of this tree are a minty, green color. The birds and bugs are chirping happily all around and the temperature feels like it is in the seventies; it is beautiful, cool weather. This tree if it were larger would look like a series of trees due to its natural split at the very base of the trunk. The knoll that it is sitting on is about two or three feet in high, therefore the top of the tree stands at about ten feet. There are almost no clouds in the sky except for a few wispy, cirrus clouds. It is a beautiful day, and I am excitedly anticipating my soccer practice tonight. I also hope that we will get to play some ultimate frisbee on the lunch break. This day is beautiful because of the torrential rain we had only two days ago. The air is crisp and fresh and I am enjoying the opportunity to journal outside today.   By Jacob Dear Journal, I’m sitting under a tree, in the shade, behind Modular B. The ground is blanketed by pine fronds, dead and slowly decaying, on the ground. There are thorns, a little poison ivy, and the odd young flower at the base of the pine tree; some old, rusty rods and blocks of wood are behind it. The still fresh morning dew glistens on the threads of a spider’s nest as it waits for a mid-morning snack. Meanwhile, a young garter snake slithers inside one of the pipes, in hopes of locating some food. The breeze is blowing a fragrant smell, rustling the leaves as it goes. Birds are landing in the trees as the wind blows them in, shaking more fronds onto my head. I hear them singing their songs as they fly off, while buzzing bees are droning lazily. Ants are marching, and flies are racing. Crickets are playing their songs in the background, while grasshoppers are jumping to and fro. The sun is breaking through the trees, as an ant crawls up my pant leg. The ongoing murmur from inside Modular B has gotten a little quieter – just a little. Out past the pine tree is a small pond fenced in on the far side by lots of healthy pine trees. With all due thoughts and respect, Jacob   Sheriff Ain’t Doin’ Work By up and coming hip-hop artist wilYUM There once was a sheriff who didn’t give a rip Instead of fighting crime he sucked on his coffee like sip, sip, sip. Poor little sheriff, maybe he scared, but where I was sitting it didn’t look like he cared WHAT?!?! I know sometimes sheriff y’all get a bad name, but where I’m sitting it’s folks like you that are to blame I’m looking at it now sir you gotta nice car, but back home you wouldn’t even catch a glimpse of that charger Maybe in the past sir you had a nice run, but man you wouldn’t-a made it in 901 No, where I come from regret to inform, you’d have be pushing papers at 201 poplar, Waoooh! I know I seem cold sheriff, but I don’t mean to scold. . . all I’m trying to say is I don’t blame your distress, just glad honored sir that you aren’t in Memphis!! OOOOOH!! Wait, what’s this sheriff sir? Are You leaving already? Has my flow gotcha thinking has it made yo heart heavy? Honestly sheriff, if it has I’m glad, but just so you know I don’t think y’all are bad No honored sir, this really isn’t me, I love the police making the streets a safe place to be. Now I’m sorry to this school if we get a bad rap, because I’m dissing police when I should be in class I’m sorry mister sheriff this really isn’t me, but Mrs. Griz said go outside and just write about what i see!!   By Kat
For me, nothing is more beautiful than my grandparents’ home. They live on top of a mountain in North Carolina, over 4,000 feet high. The road to their home is winding and curvy. It makes me slightly nauseous to look over the guardrail and down at the little valley and river below. It’s quite different to go up there; a big change in scenery. There are huge mountains, fields filled with flowers, and wildlife all around. My home in Knoxville isn’t quite like that… As soon as we pull up to the house and I step out of the car, I’m hit with a blast of air that smells of flowers and fresh air. Grandmommie’s flower beds are always bursting with different plants, no matter what the season. The fields that run parallel to their driveway have all sorts of different wildflowers like Queen Anne’s Lace, Black-eyed Susan, daisies, Bee Balm, and Butterfly Weed. I would venture further into the fields if there weren’t so many ticks and chiggers. Their house faces acres and acres of forest, filled with all sorts of wildlife. Papa loves to take us on hikes and stop every few steps to point something out to us or share a funny story that has nothing to do with anything. He’s marked trails all over the forest. One curves around whale rock (a huge boulder in the formation of a whale), another travels even further up to the cliff, while a different one might just take us to the property line. My favorite, though, is the one that leads to the swing. A few winters ago, my uncle made a tree swing on one of the oak trees. The trail to get there is uphill, so I’m always a little winded by the time we reach it. The swing makes my stomach do flip flops as I go at least fifteen feet into the air. It’s like I can fly. At night, we bundle up in the great room to watch an old movie while eating desert. Their wool blankets are coarse against my skin, but it’s almost comforting. They smell like magnolias and wool, a scent that is totally my grandparents. My sister and I like to go outside and lay on the driveway with blankets at night, looking up at the clear, beautiful sky. There aren’t any other lights up there, so we can see the stars perfectly. On a flawlessly clear night, I can see satellites circling the atmosphere and shooting stars. Occasionally a coyote howls in the distance. It gives me shivers just looking up at the big clear sky and being surrounded by nature. It just reminds me again how amazing God is. | Class Blog
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