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Complete these Monkey's Paw questions with your partner:

The question you've been waiting for all your life: If you were given three wishes, what would you wish for? Remember, be smart about this and give it plenty of thought. You don't want to make the same mistakes the Whites do.

Why doesn't anybody ever wish for unlimited wishes? Are there any ways that wish could backfire?

Do you think Mr. White's second wish came true? We never see an undead version of Herbert in the story, we only hear someone knocking on the White's door. Can you think of any other explanation for the sound?

If you were in Mr. and Mrs. White's position, would you wish for Herbert to come back to life? Why or why not?

Is Morris an untrustworthy guy? Is he trying to make Mr. White want the cursed paw?

How does "The Monkey's Paw" compare to other stories about wishes that you've read or watched? (Maybe Aladdin, the Greek myth of "Apollo and Daphne," 13 Going on 30, or Coraline, for example.)

This story helped horror-master Stephen King develop some of the plot elements and major themes that would win him a worldwide audience. Does the story inspire you to write a story of your own? What would you change? In what time period would you set it? What might your main character wish for?

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BRISTOL THEATER!

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Read "The Monkey's Paw" with your collaborative learning partner.

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Social Studies Milestones

Watch "The Lottery"

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Complete The Lottery question.

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Math Milestones

Read "The Lottery"

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The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 26th, but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took only about two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.

The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play, and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix-the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"-eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at the boys, and the very small children rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.

Soon the men began to gather, surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother's grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother.

The lottery was conducted-as were the square dances, the teen-age club, the Halloween program-by Mr. Summers, who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him, because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called, "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three-legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool, and when Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?," there was a hesitation before two men, Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.

The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything's being done. The black box grew shabbier each year; by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.

Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers had argued, had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into the black box. The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them into the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers' coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put away, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves' barn and another year underfoot in the post office, and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there.

There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make up-of heads of families, heads of households in each family, members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official of the lottery, a perfunctory, tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this part of the ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans, with one hand resting carelessly on the black box, he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins.

Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. "Clean forgot what day it was," she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and they both laughed softly. "Thought my old man was out back stacking wood," Mrs. Hutchinson went on, "and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running." She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, "You're in time, though. They're still talking away up there."

Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through; two or three people said, in voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, "Here comes your Mrs., Hutchinson," and "Bill, she made it after all." Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully, "Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie." Mrs. Hutchinson said, grinning, "Wouldn't have me leave m'dishes in the sink, now, would you, Joe?," and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson's arrival.

"Well, now," Mr. Summers said soberly, "guess we better get started, get this over with, so's we can go back to work. Anybody ain't here?"

"Dunbar," several people said. "Dunbar, Dunbar."

Mr. Summers consulted his list. "Clyde Dunbar," he said. "That's right. He's broke his leg, hasn't he? Who's drawing for him?"

"Me, I guess," a woman said, and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. "Wife draws for her husband," Mr. Summers said. "Don't you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?" Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered.

"Horace's not but sixteen yet," Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. "Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year."

"Right," Mr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, "Watson boy drawing this year?"

A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. "Here," he said. "I'm drawing for m'mother and me." He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said things like "Good fellow, Jack," and "Glad to see your mother's got a man to do it."

"Well," Mr. Summers said, "guess that's everyone. Old Man Warner make it?"

"Here," a voice said, and Mr. Summers nodded.

A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I'll read the names-heads of families first-and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn. Everything clear?"

The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions; most of them were quiet, wetting their lips, not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand high and said, "Adams." A man disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward. "Hi, Steve," Mr. Summers said, and Mr. Adams said, "Hi, Joe." They grinned at one another humorlessly and nervously. Then Mr. Adams reached into the black box and took out a folded paper. He held it firmly by one corner as he turned and went hastily back to his place in the crowd, where he stood a little apart from his family, not looking down at his hand.

"Allen," Mr. Summers said. "Anderson. . . . Bentham."

"Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more," Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row. "Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."

"Time sure goes fast," Mrs. Graves said.

"Clark. . . . Delacroix."

"There goes my old man," Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breath while her husband went forward.

"Dunbar," Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to the box while one of the women said, "Go on, Janey," and another said, "There she goes."

"We're next," Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came around from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely, and selected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small folded papers in their large hands, turning them over and over nervously. Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs. Dunbar holding the slip of paper.

"Harburt. . . . Hutchinson."

"Get up there, Bill," Mrs. Hutchinson said, and the people near her laughed.

"Jones."

"They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, "that over in the north village they're talking of giving up the lottery."

Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live that way for a while. Used to be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.' First thing you know, we'd all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There's always been a lottery," he added petulantly. "Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking with everybody."

"Some places have already quit lotteries," Mrs. Adams said.

"Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools."

"Martin." And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward. "Overdyke. . . . Percy."

"I wish they'd hurry," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. "I wish they'd hurry."

"They're almost through," her son said.

"You get ready to run tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said.

Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called, "Warner."

"Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time."

"Watson." The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, "Don't be nervous, Jack," and Mr. Summers said, "Take your time, son."

"Zanini."

After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr. Summers, holding his slip of paper in the air, said, "All right, fellows." For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of paper were opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at once, saying, "Who is it?," "Who's got it?," "Is it the Dunbars?," "Is it the Watsons?" Then the voices began to say, "It's Hutchinson. It's Bill," "Bill Hutchinson's got it."

"Go tell your father," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.

People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly, Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers, "You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!"

"Be a good sport, Tessie," Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs. Graves said, "All of us took the same chance."

"Shut up, Tessie," Bill Hutchinson said.

"Well, everyone," Mr. Summers said, "that was done pretty fast, and now we've got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time." He consulted his next list. "Bill," he said, "you draw for the Hutchinson family. You got any other households in the Hutchinsons?"

"There's Don and Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. "Make them take their chance!"

"Daughters draw with their husbands' families, Tessie," Mr. Summers said gently. "You know that as well as anyone else."

"It wasn't fair," Tessie said.

"I guess not, Joe," Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. "My daughter draws with her husband's family, that's only fair. And I've got no other family except the kids."

"Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it's you," Mr. Summers said in explanation, "and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that's you, too. Right?"

"Right," Bill Hutchinson said.

"How many kids, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked formally.

"Three," Bill Hutchinson said. "There's Bill, Jr., and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie and me."

"All right, then," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you got their tickets back?"

Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. "Put them in the box, then," Mr. Summers directed. "Take Bill's and put it in."

"I think we ought to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. "I tell you it wasn't fair. You didn't give him time enough to choose. Every body saw that."

Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box, and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground, where the breeze caught them and lifted them off.

"Listen, everybody," Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the people around her.

"Ready, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked, and Bill Hutchinson, with one quick glance around at his wife and children, nodded.

"Remember," Mr. Summers said, "take the slips and keep them folded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little Dave." Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came willingly with him up to the box. "Take a paper out of the box, Davy," Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and laughed. "Take just one paper," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you hold it for him." Mr. Graves took the child's hand and removed the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave stood next to him and looked up at him wonderingly.

"Nancy next," Mr. Summers said. Nancy was twelve, and her school friends breathed heavily as she went forward, switching her skirt, and took a slip daintily from the box. "Bill, Jr.," Mr. Summers said, and Billy, his face red and his feet overlarge, nearly knocked the box over as he got a paper out. "Tessie," Mr. Summers said. She hesitated for a minute, looking around defiantly, and then set her lips and went up to the box. She snatched a paper out and held it behind her.

"Bill," Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slip of paper in it.

The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, "I hope it's not Nancy," and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd.

"It's not the way it used to be," Old Man Warner said clearly. "People ain't the way they used to be."

"All right," Mr. Summers said. "Open the papers. Harry, you open little Dave's."

Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank. Nancy and Bill, Jr., opened theirs at the same time, and both beamed and laughed, turning around to the crowd and holding their slips of paper above their heads.

"Tessie," Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summers looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank.

"It's Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. "Show us her paper, Bill."

Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal-company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd.

"All right, folks," Mr. Summers said. "Let's finish quickly."

Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box. Mrs. Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."

Mrs. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said, gasping for breath. "I can't run at all. You'll have to go ahead and I'll catch up with you."

The children had stones already, and someone gave little Davy Hutchinson a few pebbles.

Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head.

Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.

"It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her. ♦

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Fiction, from 1948: "The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions; most of them were quiet, wetting their lips, not looking around."

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Mrs. Bristol was absent from school. She didn't update the Canvas blog.

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Eagle Buck Celebration!

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RI Test
Scores are off the CHAIN! We're so proud of you! WAY TO GO!

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Narration:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/18_dpsdLTRwakKscyz3xYWiQ3NHb6TXJw/view

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Narration:

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Cold Read Assessment
Please make sure you come see Mr. Runyon or Mrs. Bristol for make-ups.

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Narration:

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Differentiated reading passages about the "choices, consequences, and results" of the Nazi perspective.

Annolight the passage and the questions to explain the choices and consequences resulting from the extinction of the Jews.

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Devil's Arithmetic Narration:

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Devil's Arithmetic Narration:

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Read the article about then final solution and then copy and paste the chart and fill out the three most important things from each section.

CLICK HERE: The "Final Solution"
(Links to an external site.)

Section 1: Introduction
Section 2: Einsatzgruppen
Section 3: Extermination Camps    Section 4: The Perpetrators

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Read the article below and answer the question in a text entry box;

CLICK HERE: "How Should We Study the Final Solution"
(Links to an external site.)

What is the “final solution?”

What statistic sticks out to you on the “final solutions” page? Why?Look at the excerpt from the poem. What is the importance of line

“A thousand and one remains a thousand?” Why do you think the creators of this handout include the poem excerpt?

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Read "Night".  Answer the following questions:

In addition to being forcibly torn away from the rest of their family, what else did Elie Wiesel and his father “leave behind”?

In this excerpt, how did the Nazis dehumanize Jews?

Why were Elie and his father told to lie about their ages?

Why do you think the older men did not want the younger men to revolt?

When Elie says that “the world would never tolerate such crimes,” his father answers that “The world is not interested in us.” Why do you think their perspectives are so different at this particular moment?

Choose a moment from the excerpt that you think represents a turning point in Elie’s life. How did this moment change his perception of the world, relationships, life, other people, or even himself?

How does the title chosen by Elie, Night, reflect the experiences of people who lived through the Holocaust?

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Devil's Arithmetic Narration
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-ylDvlZbBdNAuzf1ykqdZKAswh0QGSMI/view

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Devil's Arthmetic Narration https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-b0FgniXTeN1U-g_HoLzSXT5MjlP8HBM/view

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Death by Scrabble
by Charlie Fish

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Star Girl Figurative Language Quiz-

Go to Module for today and complete the quiz. Remember the strategies from last week and this week.

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Read your designated book and the corresponding page numbers and answer the response to lit:

Boy In the Striped Pajamas: Read through 28-34 on this PDF
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----Response to lit: Do you ever feel like you’re in a leaking boat? Reread the metaphor on page 58 about the leaking boat. Explain how it applies to the story and explain how it applies to situations in today’s world as well.

Devil's Arithmetic: 13-24
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----Response to lit:  Look at the metaphor on page 44. How could this metaphor, comparing her reflection in the mirror to one of her grandma’s photos, foreshadow future events?​ Hannah dazzles her new friends with stories from the modern day. How could these stories get her in trouble?

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Read your designated book and the corresponding page numbers and answer the response to lit:

Boy In the Striped Pajamas: Read through Chapter 3
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----Response to lit: In chapters 3-4, Bruno and his sister think the people they see from their windows are farmers. Even though they describe the land as not farmable, that there are no tools for farming, nor are there animals.  Bruno also notes that the "farmers" are wearing the same stripped pajamas. Based on how Bruno and his sister describe things, what does this tell us about the siblings? How is foreshadowing being presented?

Devil's Arithmetic (attached below)

----Response to lit: Hannah believes all these traditional practices to be a bit childish and overrated. Why is it ironic at the end of the reading that she is thrust into the past?

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Today is a quiz grade! To receive credit for this quiz you must do 1 of 2 things:

1. You can take a picture of your work on a piece of lined paper and submit a file

2. You can type everything out in a text box. REMEMBER that the magnet summary is worth 50 points! Be sure you know how to do a magnet summary and don't skip it!

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Aushwitz Article-
Additional information and background details about the Halocaust.

Students will read and complete the questions that accompany the article.

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Finish-up Testing Strategies Mini-Workshop

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Digital Learning Day!

CHECK TODAY'S MODULE
Procrastination QUIZ
(GA Milestones Test Prep)

Hope everyone is good!  I heard winds and lots of rain.  My backyard is a MESS, but we are in one piece.

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We are preparing for the GA Milestones.  You will read the questions FIRST! You will deceiver what the questions are asking you BEFORE you read the passage. You will annolight/annotate the questions to find out what they are asking you.  PROVE your answers with text evidence.

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We are preparing for the GA Milestones. You will read a passage with HARD vocabulary, but you will annolight/annotate the questions to find out what they are asking you. PROVE your answers with text evidence.

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We are preparing for the GA Milestones. You will read 2 passages: Winter's Drive & Back Roads.

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Teacher Work Day

ENJOY THE SUNSHINE!

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Multiple Reading Strategies:

Start our new books:
The Devil's Arithmetic
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

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Students read "Terrible Things", an allegory about the Holocaust and the effects of not speaking up when you see an injustice.

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Student completed their rebuttal paragraph and their conclusion paragraph.

Turn in after editing and revising your work in Canvas in the module.

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Holocaust Background

Students read an introduction to the Holocaust and answered questions.

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Draft body 2 and counter claim.  Use your graphic organizer and your quotes sheet to help you write your paragraphs.

EXPLAIN your quotes to support your thesis statement.

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Draft introduction paragraph and body 1.  Use your graphic organizer and your quotes sheet to help you write your paragraphs.

EXPLAIN your quotes to support your thesis statement.

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Pre-planning your argumentative essay.  What goes in each section of an argumentative essay?

INTRO:
1.  Hook
2.  Background information
3.  Thesis statement

BODY 1 & BODY 2:
1.  Topic sentence
2.  Evidence
3.  Analysis

COUNTER CLAIM:
1.  Topic sentence
2.  Evidenece
3.  REbuttal

CONCLUSION:
1.  Restate thesis statement
2.  Summarize your own words
3. Call to ACTION!

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Find your quotes to support each type of murder:
1.  First Degree
-Malice
-Planning

2.  Second Degree
-Malice
-No Planning

3.  Insanity
-Psychological shock
-Unstable mental status

EXPLAIN how your quote supports your thesis statement.

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Congratulations to Mr. Runyon!  He is teacher of the year!

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You are a lawyer. What type of murder did Mary Maloney commit when she killed her husband?

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Assessment on context clues and theme. Assessment is in Canvas.

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Multiple Reading Strategy Groups-
Read "Lamb to the Slaughter".

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Multiple Reading Strategy Groups-
Read "Lamb to the Slaughter".

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"The Good Wife" passage with picture.  What does the picture make you think of?  How do the "rules" make you feel?  Could you be a "Good Wife or Husband"?

The article is pretty much based on the man’s arrival home after a long day at work and what your duties are to prepare for it.

The article states:

Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.

Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.

Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.

Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives.

Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper etc. and then run a dustcloth over the tables.

Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.

Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces, comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet.

Be happy to see him.

Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.

Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first-remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.

Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax.

Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquility where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.

Don’t greet him with complaints and problems.

Don’t complain if he’s late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.

Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.

Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.

Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.

A good wife always knows her place.

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Coach Book Test Practice

REMEMBER--
IF YOU TURN IN MISSING WORK, PLEASE EMAIL US!  WE DON'T KNOW YOU MADE IT UP IF YOU DON'T TELL US.

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Text Structure Assessment-

Go to Modules, 2/11

Complete the assessment

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Reading Strategies with partner.  What main events impacted Phineas' life.  Can a person still have a historical impact even after their death?

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Reading Strategies with partner. How did the quotes help you with your reading?

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Text Structures:
Collaborative learning activity with your group.  Chronological order the events of Phineas Gage's life.  What indicators did you find to help you make predictions?

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Charlie Powell won 3rd place in Regionals this weekend.  He played for the Spartans HIGH SCHOOL team.

Way to go Charlie!

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Who is Paul Laurence Dunbar?

Read "We Wear the Mask".

Paraphrase the meaning.

Create your OWN mask

Explain your mask

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We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar | Poetry Foundation

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Assessment on Canvas

Read both passages and correctly answer the questions. Return to the text to support your answers.

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EARLY RELEASE DAY!

Multiple Reading Strategies-
Localizers VS. Whole Brainers

How did each group of doctors use Phineas as their proof for their theory?  How are they similar?

p. 35-42 with your groups

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Multiple Reading Strategies-
Remember the preview from yesterday.  How do the pictures support the text?

p. 23-34 with your groups

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Text Features Anchor Chart with Mrs. Bristol

Captions with photos.  Which caption goes with which picture.  Use captions to determine/discriminate your rationale.  Distractors are included. Watch for slight variations!

THEN-- Predict which order the pictures will appear in Phineas Gage book. Explain your prediction.

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Phineas Gage Reading Picture Differentiation

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High school counselors in the computer lab. Students pick their pathway electives.

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Assessment in module

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What is paraphrasing?  What is quoting?  What is summarizing?

Students read an article and summarize EACH paragraph.

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What is paraphrasing?  What is quoting?  What is summarizing?

Anchor chart completed to compare the differences.

Students read an article and summarize EACH paragraph.

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Debrief Digital Learning Days-
How was it for you?  How did you enjoy the experience?  Did you complete your work?

Students complete missing work and review book pages during DLD.

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Missing you terribly! Keep up with your ELA classwork.

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LIVE with Mr. Runyon and Mrs. Bristol!

Paraphrasing - Phineas Gage

LEGO VIDEO:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nikOxNfjqs

Paraphrasing reminders/mini lesson:

Paraphrasing is taking text and phrases and putting them into our own words.

Para means beside.

A phrase refers to a group of words.

So when we paraphrase we put OUR OWN WORDS BESIDE the original text to make them clearer.

The purpose of paraphrasing is to simplify the language an author uses to make it more understandable.

The text we will paraphrase today uses technical language, and we'll make it clearer by putting it in our own words.

FOR  YOUR INFORMATION:
In 1865, English doctor Joseph Lister became the first surgeon to perform an operation in a chamber that had been sterilized with antiseptic – a practice that was very uncommon. After Lister’s practice was discovered to reduce mortality rates, it became a more widespread practice.

Inspired by Dr. Lister, Robert Wood Johnson and Dr. Joseph Lawrence modernized surgical sterilization practices and established the iconic company Johnson & Johnson. In 1879, Dr. Lawrence created Listerine – a mouthwash used for cleaning mouths and sterilizing surgical wounds.

By 1895, Listerine was sold to Lambert Pharmaceutical Co. and dentists began to observe the cleaning power of the mouthwash. In 1914, Listerine became the first prescription mouthwash to be sold over the counter in the United States.

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Focus on your writing response. DUE TODAY

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LIVE Mr. Runyon and Mrs. Bristol
We will read pages 1 to 10 in class.  We will take notes to see if Phineas was lucky or unlucky.  You will use your notes to write your response.

The PDF of the book is in the module.

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MLK Holiday-
No School, but think about the quote: "The is always right to do what is right." What does this mean to you?

Get ready for Digital Learning this week.  We ARE LIVE with you!

Runyon and Bristol LIVE!

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Traumatic Brain Injury Reading Guide

Think about how TBI would impact the rest of your body's functions. How would this impact your life? your choices? your ability to function?

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Right Brain Vs. Left Brain Function-
Recall what you learned last year with the body systems.  The brain is a part of the nervous system.  Use your prior knowledge to help make connections.  (Get it...connections like the nerves and and neurons!)  I slay with the jokes!

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Choice Board-
You've already completed choice 1 (One Word Sheet) and choice 2 (Letter to yourself). Now you choose 3, 4, 5, 6, or 7. Be creative!

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Last day of essay time in class.  It is due TODAY!  Work diligently and focus on completing the task.  You can do it!

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Start organizing your essay.  Introduction and body paragraphs will be completed in class.  Follow the graphic organizer for paragraph placement.

Dibels will also be completed.  Remember to read carefully.

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Complete the One Word graphic organizer. Remember it is the beginning of your essay. The more details you include, the better your essay will be.

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One Word video and power point introduction. Graphic organizer to help organize your quote and definition.

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Welcome Back to face-to-face! We can't wait to see you! We will start our "One Word" journey.

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Your work is in the module. We can't wait to see you tomorrow!

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Error Analysis of cold read assessment. Skill mastery comparison. Text evidence support.

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Compare the movie to the text.  Three column notes to compare and contrast the events of the story.

What is the same?

What is different?

Why would the movie be different than the text?

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Compare the movie to the text.  Three column notes to compare and contrast the events of the story.

What is the same?

What is different?

Why would the movie be different than the text?

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Cold read assessment

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Finish "Flowers for Algernon"

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Interactive read-aloud. Mrs. Bristol and Mr. Runyon Theater! Part 2 (p. 697-

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Interactive read-aloud.  Mrs. Bristol Theater!  Get ready!  Part 2 (p. 691 to 696).

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Reading Inventory Assessment

You got this!  You will show all your hard work today!

Remember your text dependent questions are due tomorrow!!

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Diebels fluency assessment

RI TIPS:

Eat a good breakfast.

Get a good night's sleep.

Use your 3 skips.

Go back to the text to support your answers.

Preview the questions before you read the passage.

Re-read the questions and make sure you understand what it is asking.

Pay attention to absolute words (Not, Always, Never).

Pay attention to comparison words:  (Least, Most, Greatest).

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Ted Talk- Angela Lee Duckworth

https://www.npr.org/transcripts/7406521?storyId=7406521

https://www.ted.com/talks/angela_lee_duckworth_grit_the_power_of_passion_and_perseverance

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Multiple Reading Strategies Day:
Read Progress Reports 4-10.

How does Charlie change during this part of the story?
Does he feel smart?  look smart?
How/why does he feel "ashamed"?

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Interactive Read Aloud:

Flowers for Algernon (Progress Reports 1-3)

Does Charlie have a growth or fixed mindset?

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Executive Function and Self Regulation Article

3-2-1 Summary:
3 things that executive function controls your brain.
2 things that hinder executive function
1 definition of executive function

Executive Functioning Games

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Executive Functioning Power Point w Memory Games

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Human Brain Article

Practice the magnet strategy again after the class judged the exemplar examples of magnet strategies.

Remember the card is a SHORTENED version.  Look for section titles, vocabulary repeated over and over, and topic sentences.   Sentence on back should include all your magnet words.

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Welcome back!  We missed you!

Mindset Article
Fixed vs. Growth Mindset

Magnet summary card turned in before you leave class.

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Submit 2 body paragraphs.
Complete 2 peer reviews.
Complete any missing work.

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Multiple Reading Strategies Day

The River (p. 123-132)
What could be an overall theme from the book?  Use text evidence to justify your answer.

The Sign of the Beaver (p. 120-135)
What could be an overall theme from the book? Use text evidence to support your answer.

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Multiple Reading Strategies Day

The River (p. 109-122 )
Looking at the chapters we read, what lessons do you think Brian is learning?

The Sign of the Beaver (p. 106-119)
Explain the significance of the gift exchange. How does this relate to the theme of "friends can become family"?

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Finish 2 body paragraphs to support your thesis statement to:

The River
1.  Was Brian wise to go down the river?
The Sign of the Beaver
2.  Would Matt have survived without Atten?

Make sure you complete 2 peer edits.

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Write 2 body paragraphs to support your thesis statement to:

The River
1.  Was Brian wise to go down the river?
The Sign of the Beaver
2.  Would Matt have survived without Atten?