This week’s assignment is pretty light; we will be asking for your opinion on Spelling Bees.
Read one of the articles (“max” lexile or grade level) and view each video, below. Then pick one of the texts-article or one of the videos- and share your opinion on it in the comments.
Here are a few language frames to get you started:
-I think it’s OK to have an 8-way tie because________________. That’s just my opinion!
-I think we shouldn’t end up with 8-way ties because___________. That’s just my opinion!
-It’s a good idea to have an online Spelling Bee because_________. That’s just my opinion!
-It’s NOT a good idea to have an online Spelling Bee because_________. That’s just my opinion!
-6 year olds can go to the National Spelling Bee because___________. That’s just my opinion!
–6 year olds should not go to the National Spelling Bee because___________. That’s just my opinion!
Back in January we started learning about the novel coronavirus, COVID-19. In addition to learning about how viruses spread and how we can stay healthy during an outbreak, we had the chance to peek into life in quarantine through the “eyes” of an Amazon drone flying over Wuhan, China during their lock down in January 2020. Below is the video Noah requested during class, if you’d care to revisit it. As you watch, remember that about 11 million people live in the city of Wuhan – that’s 10 times the population of San Jose.
We also analyzed the relative impact of flu vs. COVID -19. Aarohan applied his analysis skills when he made the claim that COVID-19 was of more concern than the flu, because A. we know very little about the new coronavirus, and B. more people die of it when they get it than die of the flu. I also know Diego was listening when we discussed the Spanish flu epidemic that occurred around the time of World War I. If you’ve been watching the news, you may notice that networks have been discussing the patterns of the Spanish Flu outbreak. There was a “second wave”, more virulent than the first, that came the following winter. Some experts use the Spanish Flu outbreak as a template for what might happen with COVID-19, and are anticipating a second coronavirus outbreak next fall or winter.
You knew more about COVID-19 than many adults did when the Shelter in Place started in March. This week, we will expand our knowledge when we explore how illness spreads from a mathematical perspective in the “It’s Okay To Be Smart” video from PBS titled, “What this chart actually means for COVID-19”.
Instructions:
1. View the Power Point presentation of our lessons for the week.
2. Complete a “Would Your Rather” prompt Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (or any 3 days you can).
3. Read the instructions in the Power Point before watching the video.
4. Follow the instructions for each time you view the video-for example, the first time you watch it, get an overview and tell someone about it. The second time, learn a fact you didn’t before, etc.
5. Post your answers to the questions in the “Reply” field below.
6. When you finish all three tasks for the video, complete your Exit Ticket and write it in ‘”Reply” field below.
Thank you for spending the month of April on poetry with me.
As a bonus, below are resources that inspired me to expand my views of what poetry is, who can be a poet, what poets can talk about, where poets find ideas, and more!
An activity asking students to evaluate whether texts are a mirror, reflecting their experience, or a window into others’ experiences.
Based on ideas in the the essay “Curriculum As Window and Mirror”.
Curriculum As Window and Mirror. Emily Style Social Science Record, Fall, 1996. First published in Listening for All Voices, Oak Knoll Schoolmonograph, Summit, NJ, 1988.
Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually
Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually
I wrote these words for everyone who struggles in their youth
Who won’t accept deception, instead of what is truth
It seems we lose the game
Before we even start to play
Who made these rules? (Who made these rules?)
We’re so confused (We’re so confused)
Easily led astray
Let me tell ya that
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
After winter, must come spring
Everything is everything
I philosophy
Possibly speak tongues
Beat drum, Abyssinian, street Baptist
Rap this in fine linen, from the beginning
My practice extending across the atlas
I begat this
Flipping in the ghetto on a dirty mattress
You can’t match this rapper slash actress
More powerful than two Cleopatras
Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti
MCs ain’t ready to take it to the Serengeti
My rhymes is heavy like the mind of sister Betty (Betty Shabazz)
L-Boogie spars with stars and constellations
Then came down for a little conversation
Adjacent to the king, fear no human being
Roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum
Now hear this mixture, where Hip Hop meets scripture
Develop a negative into a positive picture
Now everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually
Sometimes it seems
We’ll touch that dream
But things come slow or not at all
And the ones on top, won’t make it stop
So convinced that they might fall
Let’s love ourselves and we can’t fail
To make a better situation
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow
All we need is dedication
Let me tell ya that
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
After winter, must come spring
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually
Come gather ’round, people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
And you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin’
Will soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh and just like the river I’ve been running ev’r since
It’s been a long time, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
It’s been too hard living, but I’m afraid to die
‘Cause I don’t know what’s up there, beyond the sky
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
I go to the movie and I go downtown
Somebody keep tellin’ me don’t hang around
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
Then I go to my brother
And I say brother help me please
But he winds up knockin’ me
Back down on my knees, oh
There have been times that I thought I couldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able to carry on
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will
Pain will make you better
Tell me how you feel
Look over your shoulder
Time will make it real
Give me no excuses
I know how ya feel
Pain will make it better
Pain will make it better
Pain will make it better
Let me see how many palms go up high
If you’ve ever felt the world had you licked (put ’em up high)
And what you waving side to side to symbolize
Needing help on the sand ‘fore you under quick
Big mama said “the Devil’s up to no good”
But we can heal it on a Sunday with a good book (but)
Oft we deal it on a Monday for a good look (and)
Make it part of the campaign, to withstand pain
Me, myself, place it all on my shoulders
And give it my all, like heavy lifting
No gain without tears and sweat
They claim blue skies with white clouds, steady drifting
When pain come to get ya (it hit ya like flu)
Better times will pick ya (do what you gotta do)
To earn focus in the stormy weather
Come out the tunnel to the light saying
Pain will make you better
Tell me how you feel
Look over your shoulder
Time will make it real
Give me no excuses
I know how ya feel
Pain will make you better (yeah)
Pain will make it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
(I hear the people say) pain will make it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
(I hear my people say) pain will make it better
No wetter, four-letter, mo’ better
Slow pain, no gain, go getta
Change like the weather
Solid as a rock, small piece of leather
But well put together
Flames are endeavors
Time to find out that game makes it better
Pain makes it better
Shades of epiphany, can’t let it get to me
Move so differently, do it so swiftly
Ease into my style, lay mine down
King be crowned, look at me now
Teaching my classes by the masses
Used to gang bang, used to love the clashes
Now cash is the only motivation, but not for me G
I’m into public relations
That’s food for your De La Soul, word to the letter
Pain will make you better
Tell me how you feel
Look over your shoulder
Time will make it real
Give me no excuses
I know how ya feel
Pain will make it better (yeah)
Pain will make it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
(I heard my nana say it, say it)
Yo, the bigger the headache, bigger the pill
The harder you fall, stronger the will
We came from the back of the bus
Talking “Watch the mobile, ” now we’re on a house on a hill
The struggle went from filling ya gas tank
The bank wasn’t feeling your loan
The OT couldn’t cover the bills
And life came with a couple of spills
But we’re gonna use that pain fo’ fuel so
Give me no excuses
I know how ya feel
Pain will make it better (yeah)
Pain will make it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
(I hear the people say) pain will make it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
(You hear my people saying) pain will make it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
(I hear the people say) pain will make it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
Pain will make it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
Pain will make it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
Pain will make it better
I was born in the congo I walked to the fertile crescent and built the sphinx I designed a pyramid so tough that a star that only glows every one hundred years falls into the center giving divine perfect light I am bad
I sat on the throne drinking nectar with allah I got hot and sent an ice age to europe to cool my thirst My oldest daughter is nefertiti the tears from my birth pains created the nile I am a beautiful woman
I gazed on the forest and burned out the sahara desert with a packet of goat’s meat and a change of clothes I crossed it in two hours I am a gazelle so swift so swift you can’t catch me
For a birthday present when he was three I gave my son hannibal an elephant He gave me rome for mother’s day My strength flows ever on
My son noah built new/ark and I stood proudly at the helm as we sailed on a soft summer day I turned myself into myself and was jesus men intone my loving name All praises All praises I am the one who would save
I sowed diamonds in my back yard My bowels deliver uranium the filings from my fingernails are semi-precious jewels On a trip north I caught a cold and blew My nose giving oil to the arab world I am so hip even my errors are correct I sailed west to reach east and had to round off the earth as I went The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid across three continents
I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal I cannot be comprehended except by my permission
I mean . . . I . . . can fly like a bird in the sky . . .
26. Would you rather set the table before dinner or clean up after dinner?
I want to run, I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I wanna reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I wanna take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name, oh oh
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It’s all I can do
The city’s a flood
And our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled into dust
I’ll show you a place
High on the desert plain
Where the streets have no name, oh oh
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It’s all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do
Hoover H208 