Happy 11th Medina! Thanks to your family for the awesome treats!
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Annotating text??????
~Over the next few weeks and months, your child will be talking about something called ANNOTATION.
~Annotating text is when kids write their thoughts, inferences, questions, and ideas right there in the text!
~We just started making annotations...but we plan on being experts by Valentines Day!
~Annotations make it easy to find important information quickly when you look back and review a text. They help you familiarize yourself with both the content and organization of what you read.
~Annotating text is when kids write their thoughts, inferences, questions, and ideas right there in the text!
~We just started making annotations...but we plan on being experts by Valentines Day!
~Annotations make it easy to find important information quickly when you look back and review a text. They help you familiarize yourself with both the content and organization of what you read.
~A well-annotated text will accomplish all of the following:
•clearly identify where in the text important ideas and information are located
•express the main ideas of a text
•trace the development of ideas/arguments throughout a text
•introduce a few of the reader’s thoughts and reactions
•clearly identify where in the text important ideas and information are located
•express the main ideas of a text
•trace the development of ideas/arguments throughout a text
•introduce a few of the reader’s thoughts and reactions
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
The War of 1812 - The attack on Fort McHenry!
OK...now that you know the meaning behind the words...here is a really cool version of what Francis Scott key saw when the British attacked Fort McHenry in Baltimore in the year 1814.
Invitations to End of Month Luncheon
~Did your child come home today with an INVITATION? If so, he or she has met the Book Goal for August and September.... and has met the behavior expectations.... CONGRATULATIONS!!
Star Students!
~Congratulations to Jacob and Kobe! They are this week's STAR Students. They both have shown improvement academically! They have both met their book goal and got along week with the other Apes from Rooms 10& 11!
A short story to make you think.........
Thank You, Ma'am (by Langston Hughes)
She was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. It had a long strap, and she carried it slung across her shoulder. It was about eleven o’clock at night, and she was walking alone, when a boy ran up behind her and tried to snatch her purse. The strap broke with the single tug the boy gave it from behind. But the boy’s weight and the weight of the purse combined caused him to lose his balance so, intsead of taking off full blast as he had hoped, the boy fell on his back on the sidewalk, and his legs flew up. the large woman simply turned around and kicked him right square in his blue-jeaned sitter. Then she reached down, picked the boy up by his shirt front, and shook him until his teeth rattled.
After that the woman said, “Pick up my pocketbook, boy, and give it here.” She still held him. But she bent down enough to permit him to stoop and pick up her purse. Then she said, “Now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?”
Firmly gripped by his shirt front, the boy said, “Yes’m.”
The woman said, “What did you want to do it for?”
The boy said, “I didn’t aim to.”
She said, “You a lie!”
By that time two or three people passed, stopped, turned to look, and some stood watching. “If I turn you loose, will you run?” asked the woman.
“Yes’m,” said the boy.
“Then I won’t turn you loose,” said the woman. She did not release him.
“I’m very sorry, lady, I’m sorry,” whispered the boy.
“Um-hum! And your face is dirty. I got a great mind to wash your face for you. Ain’t you got nobody home to tell you to wash your face?”
“No’m,” said the boy.
“Then it will get washed this evening,” said the large woman starting up the street, dragging the frightened boy behind her.
He looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild, in tennis shoes and blue jeans.
The woman said, “You ought to be my son. I would teach you right from wrong. Least I can do right now is to wash your face. Are you hungry?”
“No’m,” said the being dragged boy. “I just want you to turn me loose.”
“Was I bothering you when I turned that corner?” asked the woman. “No’m.”
She was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. It had a long strap, and she carried it slung across her shoulder. It was about eleven o’clock at night, and she was walking alone, when a boy ran up behind her and tried to snatch her purse. The strap broke with the single tug the boy gave it from behind. But the boy’s weight and the weight of the purse combined caused him to lose his balance so, intsead of taking off full blast as he had hoped, the boy fell on his back on the sidewalk, and his legs flew up. the large woman simply turned around and kicked him right square in his blue-jeaned sitter. Then she reached down, picked the boy up by his shirt front, and shook him until his teeth rattled.
After that the woman said, “Pick up my pocketbook, boy, and give it here.” She still held him. But she bent down enough to permit him to stoop and pick up her purse. Then she said, “Now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?”
Firmly gripped by his shirt front, the boy said, “Yes’m.”
The woman said, “What did you want to do it for?”
The boy said, “I didn’t aim to.”
She said, “You a lie!”
By that time two or three people passed, stopped, turned to look, and some stood watching. “If I turn you loose, will you run?” asked the woman.
“Yes’m,” said the boy.
“Then I won’t turn you loose,” said the woman. She did not release him.
“I’m very sorry, lady, I’m sorry,” whispered the boy.
“Um-hum! And your face is dirty. I got a great mind to wash your face for you. Ain’t you got nobody home to tell you to wash your face?”
“No’m,” said the boy.
“Then it will get washed this evening,” said the large woman starting up the street, dragging the frightened boy behind her.
He looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild, in tennis shoes and blue jeans.
The woman said, “You ought to be my son. I would teach you right from wrong. Least I can do right now is to wash your face. Are you hungry?”
“No’m,” said the being dragged boy. “I just want you to turn me loose.”
“Was I bothering you when I turned that corner?” asked the woman. “No’m.”
“But you put yourself in contact with me,” said the woman. “If you think that that contact is not
going to last awhile, you got another thought coming. When I get through with you, sir, you are
going to remember Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones.”
Sweat popped out on the boy’s face and he began to struggle. Mrs. Jones stopped, jerked him around in front of her, put a half-nelson about his neck, and continued to drag him up the street. When she got to her door, she dragged the boy inside, down a hall, and into a large kitchenette- furnished room at the rear of the house. She switched on the light and left the door open. The boy could hear other roomers laughing and talking in the large house. Some of their doors were open, too, so he knew he and the woman were not alone. The woman still had him by the neck in the middle of her room.
She said, “What is your name?”
“Roger,” answered the boy.
“Then, Roger, you go to that sink and wash your face,” said the woman, whereupon she turned him loose—at last. Roger looked at the door—looked at the woman—looked at the door—and went to the sink.
Let the water run until it gets warm,” she said. “Here’s a clean towel.”
“You gonna take me to jail?” asked the boy, bending over the sink.
“Not with that face, I would not take you nowhere,” said the woman. “Here I am trying to get home to cook me a bite to eat and you snatch my pocketbook! Maybe, you ain’t been to your supper either, late as it be. Have you?”
“There’s nobody home at my house,” said the boy.
“Then we’ll eat,” said the woman, “I believe you’re hungry—or been hungry—to try to snatch my pocketbook.”
“I wanted a pair of blue suede shoes,” said the boy.
“Well, you didn’t have to snatch my pocketbook to get some suede shoes,” said Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. “You could of asked me.”
“M’am?”
The water dripping from his face, the boy looked at her. There was a long pause. A very long pause. After he had dried his face and not knowing what else to do dried it again, the boy turned around, wondering what next. The door was open. He could make a dash for it down the hall. He could run, run, run, run, run!
The woman was sitting on the day-bed. After a while she said, “I were young once and I wanted things I could not get.”
There was another long pause. The boy’s mouth opened. Then he frowned, but not knowing he frowned.
The woman said, “Um-hum! You thought I was going to say but, didn’t you? You thought I was going to say, but I didn’t snatch people’s pocketbooks. Well, I wasn’t going to say that.” Pause. Silence. “I have done things, too, which I would not tell you, son—neither tell God, if he didn’t already know. So you set down while I fix us something to eat. You might run that comb through your hair so you will look presentable.”
Sweat popped out on the boy’s face and he began to struggle. Mrs. Jones stopped, jerked him around in front of her, put a half-nelson about his neck, and continued to drag him up the street. When she got to her door, she dragged the boy inside, down a hall, and into a large kitchenette- furnished room at the rear of the house. She switched on the light and left the door open. The boy could hear other roomers laughing and talking in the large house. Some of their doors were open, too, so he knew he and the woman were not alone. The woman still had him by the neck in the middle of her room.
She said, “What is your name?”
“Roger,” answered the boy.
“Then, Roger, you go to that sink and wash your face,” said the woman, whereupon she turned him loose—at last. Roger looked at the door—looked at the woman—looked at the door—and went to the sink.
Let the water run until it gets warm,” she said. “Here’s a clean towel.”
“You gonna take me to jail?” asked the boy, bending over the sink.
“Not with that face, I would not take you nowhere,” said the woman. “Here I am trying to get home to cook me a bite to eat and you snatch my pocketbook! Maybe, you ain’t been to your supper either, late as it be. Have you?”
“There’s nobody home at my house,” said the boy.
“Then we’ll eat,” said the woman, “I believe you’re hungry—or been hungry—to try to snatch my pocketbook.”
“I wanted a pair of blue suede shoes,” said the boy.
“Well, you didn’t have to snatch my pocketbook to get some suede shoes,” said Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. “You could of asked me.”
“M’am?”
The water dripping from his face, the boy looked at her. There was a long pause. A very long pause. After he had dried his face and not knowing what else to do dried it again, the boy turned around, wondering what next. The door was open. He could make a dash for it down the hall. He could run, run, run, run, run!
The woman was sitting on the day-bed. After a while she said, “I were young once and I wanted things I could not get.”
There was another long pause. The boy’s mouth opened. Then he frowned, but not knowing he frowned.
The woman said, “Um-hum! You thought I was going to say but, didn’t you? You thought I was going to say, but I didn’t snatch people’s pocketbooks. Well, I wasn’t going to say that.” Pause. Silence. “I have done things, too, which I would not tell you, son—neither tell God, if he didn’t already know. So you set down while I fix us something to eat. You might run that comb through your hair so you will look presentable.”
In another corner of the room behind a screen was a gas plate and an icebox. Mrs. Jones got up and went behind the screen. The woman did not watch the boy to see if he was going to run now, nor did she watch her purse which she left behind her on the day-bed. But the boy took care to sit on the far side of the room where he thought she could easily see him out of the corner of her eye, if she wanted to. He did not trust the woman not to trust him. And he did not want to be mistrusted now.
“Do you need somebody to go to the store,” asked the boy, “maybe to get some milk or something?”
“Don’t believe I do,” said the woman, “unless you just want sweet milk yourself. I was going to make cocoa out of this canned milk I got here.”
“That will be fine,” said the boy.
She heated some lima beans and ham she had in the icebox, made the cocoa, and set the table. The woman did not ask the boy anything about where he lived, or his folks, or anything else that would embarrass him. Instead, as they ate, she told him about her job in a hotel beauty-shop that stayed open late, what the work was like, and how all kinds of women came in and out, blondes, red-heads, and Spanish. Then she cut him a half of her ten-cent cake.
“Eat some more, son,” she said.
When they were finished eating she got up and said, “Now, here, take this ten dollars and buy yourself some blue suede shoes. And next time, do not make the mistake of latching onto my pocketbook nor nobody else’s—because shoes come by devilish like that will burn your feet. I got to get my rest now. But I wish you would behave yourself, son, from here on in.”
She led him down the hall to the front door and opened it. “Good-night! Behave yourself, boy!” she said, looking out into the street.
The boy wanted to say something else other than “Thank you, m’am” to Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones, but he couldn’t do so as he turned at the barren stoop and looked back at the large woman in the door.
He barely managed to say “Thank you” before she shut the door.
And he never saw her again.
Happy Birthday Kegan
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
Text Dependent Questions
Popcorn Friday
~Do not forget to send in your 50 cents before Wednesday for Popcorn Friday. 100% of all money collected goes to San Pablo PTA! Place money in an envelope or baggie with your child's name on it!
Author Tyler Whitesides
Friday, September 19, 2014
STAR Student
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Achieve 3000
~Your child brought home a light purple sheet of paper like the one Derrick is holding below. It contains your child's login name and password for Achieve3000, a reading website for our students. There are plenty of Social Studies and Science passages to prepare our students for the new Florida Test! Your child is expected to complete at least 2 of the selections a week. One will be assigned by Mr. Gibbons, the other is the student's choice. The one assigned to each student will be in their mailbox. If you cannot find the purple sheet to log in, the log in name is the same as logging into their computer at school. Their password is the number 16 + the first 4 letters of their last name, and the numbers for the birthday. Mr. Gibbons was born on October 31 so his password would be 16gibb1031..... no caps! Log on and have some fun! There will be opportunities to work in Achieve3000 at school as well. The Achieve website login page is HERE or in the Quick Links to the right. Give it a try! The Apes from Rooms 10 & 11 have all been to the site so it should be somewhat familiar. (except for Gage, Ozzie, and Iman)
The Great Jacksonville Tsunami
~We are almost done with our first Writing Project, The Great Jacksonville Tsunami. Students were asked to write a piece of fiction that involves a tsunami hitting Jacksonville Beach. Our focus was on using variable transitions and focusing on figurative language (similes, metaphors, idioms, etc.) to make our writing more engaging and interesting! I cannot wait to read the published copies on our bulletin board! We also learned a lot about what causes tsunamis and the devastating effects of these deadly natural disasters!
Welcome Ms. Flanders
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Our New Word Study
Test: Tuesday 9/23/14
mimicked (v.)- to copy an action or words; repeat
consistent (adj.)- to keep on; a steady pattern
rapid (adj.)- quick and brisk; fast
frantically (adv) in a nervous worried way; almost hysterical
savvy (n.)- slickness; smartness to get what you need or want
sorrel- (n.) a light brown horse
mulish- (adj.) stubborn
trapping- (v.) setting traps to kill animals for their skins
settlement (n.) a place where settlers live and it is the beginnings of a town
transition - (v.) to move from one thing to another; to move from one subject to another.
Bonus: desegregation - to mix races; the opposite of segregate
mimicked (v.)- to copy an action or words; repeat
consistent (adj.)- to keep on; a steady pattern
rapid (adj.)- quick and brisk; fast
frantically (adv) in a nervous worried way; almost hysterical
savvy (n.)- slickness; smartness to get what you need or want
sorrel- (n.) a light brown horse
mulish- (adj.) stubborn
trapping- (v.) setting traps to kill animals for their skins
settlement (n.) a place where settlers live and it is the beginnings of a town
transition - (v.) to move from one thing to another; to move from one subject to another.
Bonus: desegregation - to mix races; the opposite of segregate
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Connection Section: Star Spangled Banner
~This week we will be learning about this flag! Not any old American Flag...the one pictured below. This is the actual flag that Francis Scott Key wrote about in 1814...... exactly 200 years ago today...Sunday! This week we are learning what the words in our national anthem mean and you can tell that story to everyone you know..... Believe it or not most American do not know the story behind our national anthem! What do the words mean? Come to school and find out!
Friday, September 12, 2014
Swim America
~Today was our last day of SWIM AMERICA.... to see all of our pictures click Swim America on the right!
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