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      <title>Literary Luminator by Christine Trudeau</title>
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      <description>Step 1:  Choose a passage from the novel, Wonder, which you think is interesting or important.  Step 2:  Copy/paste the text and page # onto a post.  Step 3:  Write a sentence or two in which you explain why you chose the post.  Here are some suggestions:  I chose this post because it has or is:  good dialogue, surprising, tells about characters, well-written, figurative language, funny, confusing, sets a mood or is thought-provoking.  Step 3:  Respond to one other student&#39;s post.</description>
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      <pubDate>2017-10-06 17:31:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bobbie Holland</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Mom and Dad came home two hours later. We knew the second they opened the door<br>and Daisy wasn't with them that Daisy was gone. We all sat down in the living room<br>around the pile of Daisy's toys. Dad told us what happened at the animal hospital, how<br>the vet took Daisy for some Xrays and blood tests, then came back and told them she<br>had a huge mass in her stomach. She was having trouble breathing. Mom and Dad<br>didn't want her to suffer, so Daddy picked her up in his arms like he always liked to do,<br>with her legs straight up in the air, and he and Mom kissed her goodbye over and over<br>again and whispered to her while the vet put a needle into her leg. And then after about<br>a minute she died in Daddy's arms. It was so peaceful, Daddy said. She wasn't in any<br>pain at all. Like she was just going to sleep. A couple of times while he talked, Dad's<br>voice got trembly and he cleared his throat.<br>I've never seen Dad cry before, but I saw him cry tonight. I had gone into Mom and<br>Dad's bedroom looking for Mom to put me to bed, but saw Dad sitting on the edge of<br>the bed, taking off his socks. His back was to the door, so he didn't know I was there.<br>At first I thought he was laughing because his shoulders were shaking, but then he put<br>his palms on his eyes and I realized he was crying. It was the quietest crying I've ever<br>heard. Like a whisper. I was going to go over to him, but then I thought maybe he was<br>whisper-crying because he didn't want me or anyone else to hear him. So I walked out<br>and went to Via's room, and I saw Mom lying next to Via on the bed, and Mom was<br>whispering to Via, who was crying." (Page 156.)<br>I chose this post because it has a lot of emotion, i could really feel what the characters were feeling and i got a little teary eyed myself.  It has great diolouge and  although it sets a sad mood it still makes you think about letting something go even when you dont want to.<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-31 14:56:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ari Dworetzky</title>
         <author></author>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-14 16:50:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Plague</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/christine_trudeau1_1/1bytcoj6pmk8/wish/206828063</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It was actually because I was playing Four Square with August that I found out about the Plague.  Apparently this is a "game" that has been going on since the beginning of the year.  Anyone who touches August has only thirty seconds to wash their hands or find hand sanitizer before they catch the Plague."  Page 88<br><br>I chose this post because it seems like kids play mean games  often in school.  It is hard to find good friends that will stick up for you.  It is also difficult to stand up for other kids when a large group of kids is mean.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-14 16:51:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Kaeden Peiffer</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"What!" I yelled, touching my ears. The hearing aid band was definitely gone. That's<br>why I felt like I was underwater! "Oh no!" I said, and that's when I couldn't hold it in<br>anymore. Everything that had just happened kind of hit me and I couldn't help it: I<br>started to cry. Like big crying, what Mom would call "the waterworks." I was so<br>embarrassed I hid my face in my arm, but I couldn't stop the tears from coming.<br>The guys were really nice to me, though. They patted me on the back.<br>"You're okay, dude. It's okay," they said. "<br>You're one brave little dude, you know that?" said Amos, putting his arm around my<br>shoulders. And when I kept on crying, he put both his arms around me like my dad<br>would have done and let me cry.<br><br>I chose that part of the book because it showed me it is okay to cry. I liked how his friend gave him a hug and let him have his cry.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-15 16:34:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Kaeden Peiffer</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>That made me feel sad too. I feel like the dog had a good and happy life with the family. They had a lot of good memories of her.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-15 16:48:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Tyya Peiffer</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The strength of one's courage—"</div><div>And here the weirdest thing happened: Mr. Tushman's voice cracked a bit, like he got</div><div>all choked up. He actually cleared his throat and took a big sip of water. I started paying</div><div>attention, for real now, to what he was saying.</div><div>"The strength of one's courage," he repeated quietly, nodding and smiling. He held up</div><div>his right hand like he was counting off. "Courage. Kindness. Friendship. Character.</div><div>These are the qualities that define us as human beings, and propel us, on occasion, to</div><div>greatness. And this is what the Henry Ward Beecher medal is about: recognizing</div><div>greatness. "But how do we do that? How do we measure something like greatness?</div><div>Again, there's no yardstick for that kind of thing. How do we even define it? Well,</div><div>Beecher actually had an answer for that."</div><div>He put his reading glasses on again, leafed through a book, and started to read. "</div><div>'Greatness,' wrote Beecher, 'lies not in being strong, but in the right using of strength. . .</div><div>. He is the greatest whose strength carries up the most hearts . . .' "</div><div>And again, out of the blue, he got all choked up. He put his two index fingers over his</div><div>mouth for a second before continuing.</div><div>" 'He is the greatest,' " he finally continued, " 'whose strength carries up the most hearts</div><div>by the attraction of his own.' Without further ado, this year I am very proud to award the</div><div>Henry Ward Beecher medal to the student whose quiet strength has carried up the</div><div>most hearts."So will August Pullman please come up here to receive this award?".( Page&nbsp; 210)&nbsp;<br>I chose this part in the story because August is award with all the kindness, courage , strength that he has show in the first year if real school.<br><br>Bobbie I was very sad when daisy died but the family was glad the she was out of pain and in a better place.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:22:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Marco Patrone</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I don't know what Jack answered because I walked out of the class without<br>anyone knowing I had been there. My face felt like it was on fire while I walked<br>back down the stairs. I was sweating under my costume. And I started crying. I<br>couldn't keep it from happening. The tears were so thick in my eyes I could<br>barely see, but I couldn't wipe them through the mask as I walked. I was looking<br>for a little tiny spot to disappear into. I wanted a hole I could fall inside of: a little<br>black hole that would eat me up.<br>I chose this post because I felt sad for August because he was crying.  I also felt sad that that this happen at his school and no one was paying attention.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-27 15:21:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Luca Patrone</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"And this is August," Mr. Tushman said. Mom kind of stepped to the side a bit, so I<br>would move forward. Then that thing happened that I've seen happen a million times<br>before. When I looked up at her, Mrs. Garcia's eyes dropped for a second. It was so<br>fast no one else would have noticed, since the rest of her face stayed exactly the same.<br>She was smiling a really shiny smile.<br>"Such a pleasure to meet you, August,"<br>I chose this because August realized that he was getting a look of shock.  He was used to getting  looks like this before.  He must have been very nervous meeting Mrs. Garcia and everyone at the new school for the first time.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-27 16:15:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Reply to Kaeden&#39;s Post from Ari Dworetzky</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was awful that the older kids at the Nature camp tried to hurt Auggie.  But it was great that his friends fought for him and did not tease him later.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-28 16:47:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>She was smiling and really shiny smile</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I like this sentence because its positive .</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-01 19:03:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Izzy T</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Wait, I have a question for August," said Julian, raising his hand. "Why do you have<br>that tiny braid in the back of your hair? Is that like a Padawan thing?"<br>"Yeah." I shrug-nodded.<br>"What's a Padawan thing?" said Ms. Petosa, smiling at me. "<br>It's from Star Wars," answered Julian. "A Padawan is a Jedi apprentice."<br>"Oh, interesting," answered Ms. Petosa, looking at me. "So, are you into Star Wars,<br>August?"<br>I chose this part in the chapter" Lamb to the slaughter" because i feel like it sets a mood. Like its awkward  and&nbsp;bittersweet.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-08 02:50:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Izzy T</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The part where August cries because he didn't have his hearing aids and someone comforts him , i picture the scene would be sad and adorable because Auggie is getting comforted by a guy and is helping him and not leaving him crying.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-08 03:09:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Veronica Girard</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>the part where Sophie the dog died. It was very sad and i cried for a long time. I think this part in the book is very important.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-08 14:03:21 UTC</pubDate>
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