Writing in the Content Areas by DEIDRA MITSOFF https://padlet.com/dmitsoff/w7j750qe0ni2haj4 The why & the how en-us 2020-09-02 13:09:40 UTC 2025-11-19 03:16:13 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet.net/icons/png/1f4dd.png 1. What scares students most about writing? dmitsoff https://padlet.com/dmitsoff/w7j750qe0ni2haj4/wish/714695726 2020-09-02 13:13:23 UTC https://padlet.com/dmitsoff/w7j750qe0ni2haj4/wish/714695726 2. Why do you think students shrink from the task of writing? dmitsoff https://padlet.com/dmitsoff/w7j750qe0ni2haj4/wish/714697318 2020-09-02 13:13:52 UTC https://padlet.com/dmitsoff/w7j750qe0ni2haj4/wish/714697318 3. Why do teachers refrain from asking students to write? dmitsoff https://padlet.com/dmitsoff/w7j750qe0ni2haj4/wish/714697915 2020-09-02 13:14:03 UTC https://padlet.com/dmitsoff/w7j750qe0ni2haj4/wish/714697915 "The Lottery" (1948)by Shirley JacksonThe morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowerswere blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather inthe square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so manypeople that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this village, where therewere only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at teno'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 ofliberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they brokeinto 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 hisexample, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix-- thevillagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"--eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of thesquare and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves,looking over their shoulders at 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 andtaxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and theysmiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly aftertheir 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 camereluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother's grasping handand ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly andtook his place between his father and his oldest brother.The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen 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 heran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was ascold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur ofconversation 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 andMr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space betweenthemselves 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 thebox 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 thestool 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 asmuch tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had beenmade with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the firstpeople settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talkingagain about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything's being done. dmitsoff https://padlet.com/dmitsoff/w7j750qe0ni2haj4/wish/720885138 2020-09-04 14:04:03 UTC https://padlet.com/dmitsoff/w7j750qe0ni2haj4/wish/720885138