- Dystopia #3--10 minute write on your blog
- Vocabulary #2
- Ray Bradbury movie - 3 things you noticed
- Reading toward page 70 for next class
- Homework: Answer questions on HW sheet (<---click)
- For 3/4, P8/9 ONLY
- 1 Red question
- 2 Blue questions
- 3 Black questions
- Due next class, saved to your Google Doc folder
- Export your iMovie Vocabulary Projects as instructed by Ms. Peterson.
- Place in the Google Folder shared by Ms. P titled "Vocabulary Movies"
Period 3/4 with Ms. Walker:
- Benjamin Franklin Activity:
- Pairs:
- Mya & Kirston
- Reid & David
- Keegan & Kym
- Chandler C & Chandler W
- Bre & Rachel
- Austin & Min
- Ben & Matt
- Kelsey & Jack
- MJ & Rebecca
- Dustin & Nick
- Is Franklin’s burning of British books different than the Nazi’s burning of “un-German” material?
- Statement Activity:
- •Rank each statement on a scale of 1-5 (strongly disagree to strongly agree)
- Blog: Is censorship ever justified? Why or why not? Do you think the people in
- Fahrenheit 451 are truly happy with their very censored lives?
- Homework: Answer questions on HW sheet (<---click)
- For P3/4, 8/9 ONLY
- 1 Red question
- 2 Blue questions
- 3 Black questions
- Due next class, saved to your Google Doc folder. Keep the colors so I know which types you selected.
- Export your iMovie Vocabulary Projects as instructed by Ms. Peterson.
- Place in the Google Folder shared by Ms. P titled "Vocabulary Movies"
"Remy, did you find the goods?" the older woman with graying hair asked her cousin. "No, haven't in the last forty years, why do you think I would now?" Remy turned on her lazer sword as the sole source of power. It glowed a faded green and helped them navigate the rugged terrain.
ReplyDelete"Watch out!" Imogen grabbed at her cousins' arms as they both walked head first into refrigerator laying on it's side, long since past it's use. It was like a grisly severed whale's head, void of teeth, yet emanating deathly grin. Shards of twisted metal jutted out from it's sides. Coils bled onto the pavement.
The whole place was a junk yard. Of the worst kind. A single refrigerator would have been annoying, but avoidable. The problem was they were merely walking through a valley amongst mountains of metal, some taller than a mile. Stacks and stacks of ancient metals groaned against each other, aching to be released from the garbage heaps. But a collapse, which was sure to occur at some point, would be fatal for any village in the immediate radius. Those living in the metallic mountain's shadow feared wind and earthquakes, knowing either could lead to the mountain's ultimate demise...and their own.
"I want to go home," pouted Amelia.