Here is another great podcast from the room 132 students. I’m not going to use my phone for recording these anymore. The students wanted to put music underneath parts of this one, but when I tried to do it, you couldn’t hear the voices.
Note: The principal was the voice of the Bonsai Spirit. Totally cool!
I recorded this on my phone and then couldn’t get it off, so I had to rig up a way of playing the audio through the headphone jack into a headset that I had to take apart and then use alligator clips to connect to a 1/8 inch jack that I could run through an imic into garageband exporting to itunes and then converting it to mp3.
50,50
Right or left
Trying to see where she is going to kick it.
The whole game depends on this kick
I get ready
My heart is beating as fast as a racecar
Everything seems to be in slow motion
I just want it to hurry up
The whistle blows
Everything now stops
I move around
She kicks
I go to the right
I dive
Smash
I land
My whole body feels numb
My right side is killing me
My ribs feel like they will never forgive me
I try to get up
I can’t
I force my body up
I can’t think strait
I look for the ball
It is not in the net
Only a few seconds have pasted by
My side is screaming with joy
Still in pain
I am happy
We won
This week I started a poetry unit.
We began conversations about poetry and writing that I want to return to. We just skimmed the surface, but I want to go deeper. Here are some conversation starters for my next week.
How is writing powerful?
How could writing be used for evil?
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words, can really hurt me.
What is verbal abuse?
What is written abuse?
How could writing be used for good?
How could writing be given as a gift?
How can writing heal?
Where in the process of writing do you come up with your title?
How can my writing be intentional?
What’s the deal with metaphor and simile?
How can we make our words more powerful without using the bad words like “really?”
How can I make my writing sound like my voice?
How can a lead make a reader go “wow?”
How can a final line make the reader’s brain go “click?”
Curses my pencils gone
It’s lost with out a trace
I spent five hours sharpening it
And now it’s gone
What shall I do?
To the dollar store!
For a pencil new
Not Now! 2
In second grade my pencil left for a land unknown
It’s not under my bed or couch and it can’t be in Rome
I spent five hours sharpening it to get it to this size
The other four a ready to be made into a make shift panpipe
Dear me what shall I do
To the dollar store for a pencil new
I had to do it two times so I hope you like them. I should not write this.
Behind home plate is where I sit,
Up on my haunches,
I stop the ball with all my might,
I guard myself from being hit in the family jules.
The game i s on the line,
It’s my duty to protect my team,
If the ball gets past me it’s not good,
I have to be like a monkey moving around behind home plate.
The fresh dirt smell being kicked up in my face,
The smell of the leather inside my mask,
The feel of the ball and bat hitting me right in the gut.
The runner goes,
Do I throw it or eat it,
Should I throw it down to first or eat it,
The game depends on me,
My decisions,
My play.
The dog sits lazily on his bed,
He stares with his moon-shadowed eyes trying to entertain himself,
His eyes are a assortment of colors, like a box of chocolates,
They sparkle with such a powerful aura they light up the room,
I stare at him in awe for i have never withold such beauty,
I feel warm inside like butterflies come into your stomach,
He seems not to notice im watching him,
I have never seen such moon-shadowed eyes.
Its 4am
The clock is ticking
My heart is beating
Tears fall from my eyes
The burning sensation clouds my mind
I cry for reasons unknown to you
A fight
A lose
Stress and what not
Reason you have no purpose to know
So back off and have your own life
~Kanna of the Lillys
Dont get into my life
My clock glows brightly in the dark
tic-toc-tic-toc
I sit here
tic-toc-tic-toc
It seems to go slower
never stops
tic-toc-tic-toc
I still sit here
the glowing of the clock lights my room
It won’t stop
Trying to go to sleep
It’s only been 7 minutes
but what seems as 2 hours
I feel like I’m in silence
except for the clock
the tic-tocing clock
I close my eyes trying to go to sleep
When I open them again
The clock the never stops
ran out of batteries
My bananas are muchy and brown
Many memories surround their days
I use them as play guns
And as other cool toys
Their lives may be short but they sure enjoy it
MUNCH!
That it the end of this story
I’m a puppeteer.
I performed this video to kick off a puppet show unit to develop students skills in story creation, dialogue, and script-writing. I also make them work together so they improve their abilities to negotiate, collaborate and create with others. This video runs about ten minutes.