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      <title>My stellar padlet by Jun Wei</title>
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      <description>Made with a bold sensibility</description>
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      <pubDate>2016-08-21 23:18:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Refer to the excerpt (Walking with Living Feet)</title>
         <author>MrTay</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119066671</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. Highlight as many interesting descriptions as possible</div><div>2. Explain how each description</div><div>- Appeals to the reader senses (Which sense and how?)</div><div>- What imagery does it portray?</div><div>- Any forms of comparison?</div><div>- Exaggeration?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-21 23:19:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group&amp;nbsp;</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119074027</link>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-22 00:55:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group 4</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119074028</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. The cement floor that I sat on was cold and clammy; the air in the room seemed made of chills.&nbsp;<br><br>Sense of touch. "cold and clammy"&nbsp;<br><br>2. When I first sat down, I did not notice, but soon those chilling waves were seeping into my skin, like so many fingers trying to pull at my nerves and make my bones quiver.&nbsp;<br><br>Sense of touch." so many fingers trying to pull at my nerves and make my bones quiver."&nbsp;<br><br>3.All around me, kids were crying hysterically, yet the chills that rankled the air around me hadn’t reached my mind, and I could not feel.&nbsp;<br><br>Sense of hearing. "crying hysterically"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-22 00:55:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group 6</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119074323</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. The cement floor that I sat on was cold and clammy; the air in the room seemed made of chills.&nbsp;<br>Sense of touch. "made of chills", "cold and clammy". (Tactile imagery)<br>2.but soon those chilling waves were seeping into my skin, like so many fingers trying to pull at my nerves and make my bones quiver.&nbsp;<br>Sense of touch. "chilling waves were seeping into my skin" (Tactile imagery)<br>3. Only my squirming skin could attest to my surroundings, and the crawling air made my lungs tighten.&nbsp;<br>Sense of touch (Tactile imagery)<br>4. , the fence with its thorns that stabbed my frightened eyes,&nbsp;<br>Sense of sight. (Visual imagery)<br>5. And today the camp’s long gray, barnlike barracks still extend forever, in endless rows, the sky a leaden weight blocking the colours that grace free life.&nbsp;<br>Sense of sight. (Visual imagery)<br>6. Each pair of those shoes walked a path all its own, guided its owner through his or her life and to all of their deaths. &nbsp;<br>Personification<br>7. each pair silently screaming someone’s murdered dreams.&nbsp;<br>Personification.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-22 01:01:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>group 2</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119074330</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>a)1. like so many fingers trying to pull at my nerves and make my bones quiver.<br>2.This appeals to sense of touch because it describes the emotion the author felt in a way that you could imagine easily. by reading it you can feel fingers pulling at you<br><br>&nbsp;b) 1. The fence with its thorns that stabbed my frightened eyes enough to separate a universe<br>this shows how menacing and intimidating the fence was as upon seeing it it was like thorns stabbing your eyes.<br><br>c)1.the sky a leaden weight blocking the colours that grace free life. grey is the colour of life<br>this appeals to the sense of sight as a world that is completely grey would be hell compared to a world with colour. the concentration camp is a grey world surrounded by the colour of lublin. which made it like hell<br><br>d)all&nbsp; the other emotions around me showed the presence of human hearts, but i was almost not there at all<br>this shows that humanity was shining through through all the kids crying but the author was not as the author was numb<br><br><br>e)each pair silently screaming someone's murdered dream<br>it used personification so we can imagine how the shoe's represent a person and how when they were murdered they were not just names but people with dreams</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-22 01:01:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group 7</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119074632</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. squirming skin: It appeals to sense of touch as it makes the reader feels goosebumps on her/his skin, <br>2. blue stains of a Zyklon B streaking the ceilings and the walls: It appeals to the sense of sight as the reader will able to visualise how the  ceilings and walls look like<br>3. thorns that stabbed my frightened eyes: It appeals to sense of touch because the reader can feel the pain the author is experiencing <br>4. each pair is screaming someone's murdered dreams: It appeals to sense of hearing because it shows that the Jews was going through a painful experience<br>5. crawling air makes my lungs tighten: It appeals to the touch as it allows the author to visualise that the atmosphere is tense. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-22 01:05:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group 1</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119074750</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. could see how their fingers had scraped off the white paint, trying to escape. &nbsp;<br>2.There are actually houses right next to the barbed wire, the fence with its thorns that stabbed my frightened eyes, enough to separate a universe &nbsp;<br>3.And today the camp’s long gray, barnlike barracks still extend forever, in endless rows, the sky a leaden weight blocking the colours that grace free life.&nbsp;<br>gloomy vibe &nbsp;<br>4.ocean of shoes<br>many shoes &nbsp;<br>5.each pair silently screaming someone’s murdered dreams<br>reflects person dying &nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-22 01:07:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group 8</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119075200</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Those chilling waves were seeping into my skin, like so many fingers trying to pull at my nerves and make my bones quiver."<br>This describes how uncomfortable the author felt in the room and made him feel conscious of the fact that many people had died here.&nbsp;<br><br>"The fence with it's thorns."<br>The fence's bards are seen as thorns and signify the sufferings people go through, the barbed wire fence keeping them confined to their misery.&nbsp;<br><br>"The sky a leaden weight blocking the colors that grace free sky."<br>They are trying say that even the sky that is seen as eternal and endless, has no freedom.&nbsp;<br><br>"Grey is the color of hell"<br>The entire camp is painted grey and since many have died in this place in an unjust manner, it is akin to hell.&nbsp;<br><br>"Ocean of shoes"<br>This depicts that the number of shoes in one place seemed endless and overwhelming like the ocean.&nbsp;<br><br>"each pair silently screaming someone’s murdered dreams."<br>Each pair of shoes had an owner who was killed in the camp and the shoes seemed to be a part of the owner's life left behind along with the dreams that person had.&nbsp;<br><br>"Each pair of those shoes walked a path all its own, guided its owner through his or her life and to all of their deaths. "<br>The shoes lead their owners to places and brought them everywhere instead of the other way around through the use of personification.&nbsp;<br><br>"Only my squirming skin could attest to my surroundings, and the crawling air made my lungs tighten."<br>His skin felt like it was moving, squirming by his surroundings and the air seemed to be alive, crawling in his lung that made his lungs tighten.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-22 01:14:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group 3</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119075217</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. if it were to be “plugged in,” :<br><br>-appeals to the sense sight, as readers can visualise a concentration camp ready to begin, with the exception of prisoners.</div><div>-Visual Imagery</div><div><br>2. people who were crushed into this tiny gray room</div><div><br>-appeals to the sense of sight, as readers can visualise many people being cramped into a crowded room</div><div>-Visual Imagery</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;3. yet the chills that rankled the air around me hadn’t reached my mind</div><div><br></div><div>-appeals to the sense of feel, as readers can imagine the chills around the writer, but the dislocation that the writer feels from the others surrounding her.&nbsp;<br>- subjective imagery</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;4. enough to separate our universe</div><div><br></div><div>-appeals to the sense of sight, as readers can visualise the literal fence that wrenches the writer from her ordinary life to an entirely new miserable life.<br>-Visual Imagery&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;5.leaden weight blocking the colours that grace free life</div><div>-appeals to the sense of sight, as readers can visualise a ceiling that blocks off prisoners from the outside world</div><div>&nbsp;- Visual Imagery <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-22 01:14:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group 5 :)</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/MrTay/ci5a13dbq90d/wish/119075311</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. I saw the blue stains of Zyklon B streaking the ceilings and walls, the poison used to kill the people who were crushed into this tiny, gray ceilings and walls. (Sense of sight)<br><br></div><div>2. I could see how their fingers had scraped off the white paint, trying to escape. (Sense of sight)<br><br></div><div>3. The cement floor that I sat on was cold and clammy; the air in the room seemed made of chills. (sense of touch)<br><br></div><div>4. Only my squirming skin could attest to my surroundings, and the crawling air made my lungs tighten. (she felt uncomfortable and found it hard to breathe)<br><br></div><div>5. Kids were crying hysterically (Sense of sound)<br><br></div><div>6. Each shoe is different, a different size and shape: a high heel, a sandal, a baby’s shoe so tiny that its owner couldn’t have been old enough to walk, and shoes like mine. Each pair of those shoes walked a path all its own, guided its owner through his or her life and to all of their deaths. ( showing the character and the different types of people that died) shoes like mine ( she relates to them and it could have easily been her) Each pair silently screaming someone’s murdered dreams (she could visualize the sound of the persons screams when looking at each shoe –woman, man, baby)&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>7.The sky a leaden weight blocking the colours of life. Gray is the color of hell. And today the camp’s long gray, barnlike barracks still extend forever, in endless rows, the sky a leaden weight blocking the colours that grace free life. Gray is the colour of hell. ( the sky was dark and gloomy, gray, reflecting and affecting how she felt. Sense of sight)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-08-22 01:15:53 UTC</pubDate>
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