Your essay may have the best thesis statement, terrific quotes from the text, and a fascinating argument, but if your lead and transition don't grab your readers, it may never be read.
This week we'll continue to practice writing leads and transitions.
This week we'll continue to practice writing leads and transitions.
Homework: Week 20 (PDF) |
Creating Leads and Transitions (DOCX) |
"The Unexpected Antidote to Procrastination" (PDF) |
Worksheet for Article (DOCX) |
If you would like to start answering the questions as you read our next book, The Endless Steppe, I've uploaded them below.
Please note: the answers are not due with this week's homework.
Please note: the answers are not due with this week's homework.
Questions and Prompts for "The Endless Steppe" (DOCX) |
This short video will show how the borders of Poland, Esther's country, have changed. I suggest you at least watch the 20th century.
Your poetry assignment this week is to write an ode to an onion. In order to do this, you need to know what an ode is. Look it up. Below is an example by a fifth grade student.
Ode to Drizzling
Drizzle, you are
a salty block of ice,
a soapy bubble on the window.
I hear you
shattering like a glass vase.
I see you,
a hollow hallway.
You are a
soft, fresh breeze of leaves
falling on the hard, dull concrete.
People insult you,
saying you come to make kids
miserable because they can’t play.
If you never happened,
our plants would die
of thirst.
And if
it isn’t good for children to play in,
then I shall say to myself,
I love when it drizzles.
It feels so fresh.
by Fadila, 5th grade
Your poetry assignment this week is to write an ode to an onion. In order to do this, you need to know what an ode is. Look it up. Below is an example by a fifth grade student.
Ode to Drizzling
Drizzle, you are
a salty block of ice,
a soapy bubble on the window.
I hear you
shattering like a glass vase.
I see you,
a hollow hallway.
You are a
soft, fresh breeze of leaves
falling on the hard, dull concrete.
People insult you,
saying you come to make kids
miserable because they can’t play.
If you never happened,
our plants would die
of thirst.
And if
it isn’t good for children to play in,
then I shall say to myself,
I love when it drizzles.
It feels so fresh.
by Fadila, 5th grade