4/21
Student in all of my classes will need they're laptops this week because ninth grader will be learning important editing techniques while tenth graders will be utilizing the blog to further their understanding of the hero's journey concepts.
4/22
Some third quarter grade will be ready to discuss beginning tomorrow I will then continue to hand them grades out the rest of the week all students wil lknow there grades by Friday.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
9th Grade Blog
Class Assignment for 4/15:
With a partner, review the homework from last night. Every poetic technique must be labeled correctly. Use your defintion sheet also. I will collect the poem from you on WED, 4/17.
You will also have a quiz on the poetic techniques from the first side of your definition sheet.
Class Assignment for
Choose 2 short stories to read from O. Henry's "The Gift of the Magi and Other Stories." There are ten to choose from.
While you read, fill out the short story graphic organizer to help identify the literary elements. You MUST hand in at least ONE ditto by the end of the class.
Poetry, anyone?
After spring break, we will begin a new poetry unit. After we have learned about poetic elements, read poetry, and written our own original poems, we need to decide on a final poetry project.
Option #1 would be to plan, film, and edit a digital video representation of a poem you wrote. I would teach you how to use our technology to make your own movie to then present to the class.
Option #2 would be to hold a poetry slam for all students to enter. This format would resemble a 'rap battle' but would use your poems we write in class. It is a performance that will be judged by the audience and a panel of judges based on the poem itself, theatrics, and stage presence. Prizes will awarded!
Please respond to this post by choosing which option you are most interested in. Be sure to explain why you selected that option. All responses will be read before I carefully think about which option to proceed with!!
With a partner, review the homework from last night. Every poetic technique must be labeled correctly. Use your defintion sheet also. I will collect the poem from you on WED, 4/17.
You will also have a quiz on the poetic techniques from the first side of your definition sheet.
Class Assignment for
Choose 2 short stories to read from O. Henry's "The Gift of the Magi and Other Stories." There are ten to choose from.
While you read, fill out the short story graphic organizer to help identify the literary elements. You MUST hand in at least ONE ditto by the end of the class.
Poetry, anyone?
After spring break, we will begin a new poetry unit. After we have learned about poetic elements, read poetry, and written our own original poems, we need to decide on a final poetry project.
Option #1 would be to plan, film, and edit a digital video representation of a poem you wrote. I would teach you how to use our technology to make your own movie to then present to the class.
Option #2 would be to hold a poetry slam for all students to enter. This format would resemble a 'rap battle' but would use your poems we write in class. It is a performance that will be judged by the audience and a panel of judges based on the poem itself, theatrics, and stage presence. Prizes will awarded!
Please respond to this post by choosing which option you are most interested in. Be sure to explain why you selected that option. All responses will be read before I carefully think about which option to proceed with!!
10th grade Blog
Class Assignment for 4/15!!!
Correct the grammar sentence and hand to the substitute teacher.
Read the 2 articles entitled "School Bullies Take Teasing Online" and Schoolyard Bullies Get Nastier Online." These can be found in the front of the room.
After reading the two, investigate the topic further by finding 3 additional online sources that provide more information about something you found important. Be sure to record the sources by name or by creating a bookmark/favorite page on your desktop.
Finally, one of these 3 online sources must contain another article from a reputable source reporting on this same issue. Be prepared to include this article, along with the 2 articles I have given you, in the powerpoint presentation that I will tell you more about when I return.
Correct the grammar sentence and hand to the substitute teacher.
Read the 2 articles entitled "School Bullies Take Teasing Online" and Schoolyard Bullies Get Nastier Online." These can be found in the front of the room.
After reading the two, investigate the topic further by finding 3 additional online sources that provide more information about something you found important. Be sure to record the sources by name or by creating a bookmark/favorite page on your desktop.
Finally, one of these 3 online sources must contain another article from a reputable source reporting on this same issue. Be prepared to include this article, along with the 2 articles I have given you, in the powerpoint presentation that I will tell you more about when I return.
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Extra Credit -
All of the following extra credit assignments are due by Friday, 4/11 if you want it to count for the 3rd marking period:
1. Newspaper Summaries - Choose an article from the newspaper or buffalo.com, read it carefully, write one paragraph that summarizes the article and another that explains why you found it interesting = 1 pt on your average
2. Powerpoint - follow the instructions for the independent reading powerpoint project, but use one text that we read this year IN CLASS. This can be a poem, short story, play, novel, etc = 300 points
3. Hip-Hop songwriting contest - Pick up an info sheet from Mr. Belge and follow the directions on back. There is poster in my room too. You only have to write the song, not come up with the beats. We can ad those together later! = 300 points
4. 10th graders - Create a collage for the country/folklore tale you have already researched = 3 points on average
5. 9th graders - Create a comic strip with color and captions for at least 10 ten different moments from "Romeo ad Juliet"
"The Highwayman" poem for 9th grade
The Highwayman
by Alfred Noyes
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like moldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say--
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching--
Marching--marching--
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side.
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast.
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say--
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good.
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood.
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death.
He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood.
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew gray to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shouting a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding--
Riding--riding--
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
All of the following extra credit assignments are due by Friday, 4/11 if you want it to count for the 3rd marking period:
1. Newspaper Summaries - Choose an article from the newspaper or buffalo.com, read it carefully, write one paragraph that summarizes the article and another that explains why you found it interesting = 1 pt on your average
2. Powerpoint - follow the instructions for the independent reading powerpoint project, but use one text that we read this year IN CLASS. This can be a poem, short story, play, novel, etc = 300 points
3. Hip-Hop songwriting contest - Pick up an info sheet from Mr. Belge and follow the directions on back. There is poster in my room too. You only have to write the song, not come up with the beats. We can ad those together later! = 300 points
4. 10th graders - Create a collage for the country/folklore tale you have already researched = 3 points on average
5. 9th graders - Create a comic strip with color and captions for at least 10 ten different moments from "Romeo ad Juliet"
"The Highwayman" poem for 9th grade
The Highwayman
by Alfred Noyes
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like moldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say--
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching--
Marching--marching--
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side.
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast.
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say--
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good.
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood.
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death.
He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood.
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew gray to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shouting a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding--
Riding--riding--
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
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