Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Whose bones are they?

My expository is teaching you how to play my dinosaur game. Step 1: Make sure you have a pencil, marker, or crayon. You also need a handout for the activity. Step 2: Place your name at the top of the page. Step 3: Look at the pictures of the dinosaurs on the left of the page and see all of their body parts. Step 4: Now look at the pictures of the bones to the right of the page and find out which bones belong to the pictures on the left. Step 5: Draw a line to the matching pictures until none of the pictures remain. Step 6: Make sure to check your answers and see if they are correct. You are now a junior paleontologist! I tried uploading the activity page, but it wouldn't let me. Sorry!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Stiletto Stoners

The clipping of these successful women smoking weed can cause tons of controversy. I personally find it wrong to allow weed to become legalized. In elementary school we learn not to do drugs and it is instilled in us until we get to high school. Some students make that decision on their own whether they do drugs or not, but that is a risk they are willing to take. I know as a soon to be educator I certainly would not like this drug to become legal. I know I will have major controversy with students when this topic is brought up.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Narrative

Narrative

It was a bright and sunny spring day in the town of Springway. The birds were chirping and the flowers were blooming. It had been a long winter for everyone and now the children were ready to go outside and play.

All of the children from the neighborhood were out and about calling all of their friends to play soccer and other games. Every child was outside except for one, and his name was Frankie. Frankie didn’t play much with other children and his parents weren’t very nice to him. They would tell him he wasn’t smart and that nobody wanted to be his friend because he didn’t know anything. Frankie didn’t want to talk to anybody because he was afraid the other kids would call him names just like his parents did. He always stayed inside and played with his dinosaurs. Frankie loved dinosaurs and always pretended he lived back then in the time of dinosaurs. Other kids thought he was strange for liking dinosaurs so much and drawing them all of the time. He didn’t mind, because he knew he could escape and pretend that he was in another world.

One day Frankie had missed the bus from school and had to walk home. He began walking down Pecan St. with his dinosaurs in his hands, when in the corner of his eye he saw four bodies walking towards him. He knew these people were up to no good. Frankie tried walking faster but the faster he walked the faster the other boys would walk. Finally, Frankie ran off trying to lose the boys from his sight, but they were too fast for him. “What’s the hurry Frankie?” ,one of the boys asked. “Leave me alone!” Frankie replied. The same boy saw the dinosaurs he had in his hand and told him, “Oh looks like your dinosaurs want to play with us.” He pulled them from the grasp of his hand. “Give them back!” Frankie pleaded. They pushed him on the ground and took off with his dinosaurs. Frankie felt really sad, because the dinosaurs were all he really had to keep him company. He dusted himself off and began heading home.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Warm Memories

There is nothing more than spending time with my family. They are the greatest people I could ever wish for. Not only have they been there for me to support me, but they also believe in me. They are very proud of me for working two JOBS, going to school, and providing for my son. They back me up 100%. I love when we can hang out and just chat about what's going on in our lives. Sometimes my older brother will come done and my dad will bar-b-que outside. I love these days! They love to hear the new things my son comes up with and he keeps them entertained for most of the day with his silliness. Every moment we spent will always be one to cherish and I will always remember these warm and comforting moments.