We have been reviewing some writing basics and warming up our writing muscles these first 2 weeks of school. We have learned several techniques writers use to get ideas from heart maps to list making. Our first writing goal is to utilize topic sentences and effective conclusions (NOT That's all I have to say!!!!) Many students have shined with their ability to create paragraphs. Here is Cidney's example; leave her a comment with some helpful feedback.
A Perfect Saturday
On my perfect Saturday, I would stay up late and eat some chocolate and candy. Some people would prefer to be a couch potato, I do that sometimes. My favorite thing to do on a Saturday is to go to Starlite. The place is amazing. They have roller skating, lazer tag, and an unlimited indoor playground. Also, I love to go to the movies to check out what is new. A perfect Saturday spent. What a day!
Don't you just love her sentence variety and details? Being a grammar teacher, I also love that she knows how to use commas correctly.
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Sunday, August 18, 2013
Friday, March 4, 2011
Limericks
We are writing limericks in writing. Here are two written by Rachel that are sure to make you smile.
There once was a rooster named Bens
He had about fifteen hens
They clucked all night
Because they saw a terrible sight
A shadow of a fish with too many fins!
There once was a bird named Bee
who was missing his left knee
he hobbled around
and jumped at the sound
of a big, brown, falling tree.
There once was a rooster named Bens
He had about fifteen hens
They clucked all night
Because they saw a terrible sight
A shadow of a fish with too many fins!
There once was a bird named Bee
who was missing his left knee
he hobbled around
and jumped at the sound
of a big, brown, falling tree.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Here is Tracy's WIF
Where I’m From
By Tracy
I am from a clothesline with clothes flapping in the wind, from Coca-Cola in a glass bottle and Ivory soap.
I am from the tilled dirt of the big family vegetable garden full of corn, tomatoes, and butter beans.
I am from the azaleas and the magnolia tree in whose branches I could sit and read.
I am from family reunions and bad eyesight, from Ken and Elaine, the Pyrons and McCords.
I am from the worry-warts and the blue-eyed blondes.
From if so-and-so jumped off a bridge, would you? and if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
I am from Baptist churches, Just As I Am and all the old familiar hymns.
I’m from an army hospital in Germany and Fayette County, Georgia,
Sunday roast beef and Ma’s fried pies.
From the old homeplace near Statesboro and mule-drawn wagons, the grandparents who scrimped and saved, and the concerts with my sister in the basement.
I am from an old family Bible that is crumbled with age, black and white pictures of ancestors and shared stories at family reunions.
By Tracy
I am from a clothesline with clothes flapping in the wind, from Coca-Cola in a glass bottle and Ivory soap.
I am from the tilled dirt of the big family vegetable garden full of corn, tomatoes, and butter beans.
I am from the azaleas and the magnolia tree in whose branches I could sit and read.
I am from family reunions and bad eyesight, from Ken and Elaine, the Pyrons and McCords.
I am from the worry-warts and the blue-eyed blondes.
From if so-and-so jumped off a bridge, would you? and if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
I am from Baptist churches, Just As I Am and all the old familiar hymns.
I’m from an army hospital in Germany and Fayette County, Georgia,
Sunday roast beef and Ma’s fried pies.
From the old homeplace near Statesboro and mule-drawn wagons, the grandparents who scrimped and saved, and the concerts with my sister in the basement.
I am from an old family Bible that is crumbled with age, black and white pictures of ancestors and shared stories at family reunions.
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