IA/LA Week 2
Read/Study:
1. Bring a sewing machine if you have one. We will be making drawstring bags.
2. Read the book, "Pippi Longstocking," By Astrid Lindgren
Come dressed up crazy like Pippi, if you want.
Come dressed up crazy like Pippi, if you want.
3. Write in your best handwriting in your common place book, one or all of these passages from the book. Decide with your mom.
4. Keep practicing your speech for the next leadership class. Remember, it should be memorized by January. (Vanguard bucks for practicing.)
We will discuss these passages in class. Make sure you get all the commas, periods, and quotation marks.
Way out at the end of a tiny little town was an old overgrown garden, and in the garden
was an old house, and in the house lived Pippi Longstocking. She was nine years old, and she
lived there all alone. She had no mother and no father, and that was of course very nice because
there was no one to tell her to go to bed just when she was having the most fun, and no one
could make her take cod liver oil when she much preferred caramel candy.
(Chapter 1)
“Have I behaved badly?” asked Pippi, much astonished. “Goodness, I didn't know that,”
she added and looked very sad. And nobody could look as sad as Pippi when she was sad. She
stood silent for a while, and then she said in a trembling voice, “You understand, Teacher, don't
you, that when you have a mother who's an angel and a father who is a cannibal king, and when
you have sailed on the ocean all your whole life, then you don't know just how to behave in school
with all the apples and ibexes.”
(Chapter 4)
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“What did he say?” asked Pippi.
“He says that anybody who can lick that big man will get a hundred dollars,” answered Tommy.
“I can,” said Pippi, “but I think it would be too bad to, because he looks nice.” “Oh, no, you couldn't,” said Annika, “he's the strongest man in the world.”
“Man, yes,” said Pippi, “but I am the strongest girl in the world, remember that.”
Pippi followed her guests out to the porch and watched them disappear through the garden.... When Tommy and Annika and their father reached the gate they heard her calling. They stopped to listen. The wind whistled through the trees so they could just barely hear what she said. “I'm going to be a pirate when I grow up,” she cried. “Are you?” (Chapter 11)
Literary Element of the Month
Onomatopoeia, Verbs and Adverbs.
Definitions:
Onomatopoeia is a word that imitates the sound it represents. Some examples are moo, oink, whoosh, click clack, etc..
Verbs are action and linking words. You can't have a sentence without a verb. running, jumping, eating, playing are all verbs.
Adverbs modify verbs, adjectives, or other adverbs. They are describing words. They often end in -ly, but not always. Some examples are colors like, brown, silver, blue (any color) and other words like always, carefully, slowly, etc...
We will talk more about these in class.
Here are some fun poems with lots of Onomatopoeia. Read them and write down your favorite onomatopoeia. Also, write down at least 3 verbs and 3 adverbs that were used.
Here are some fun poems with lots of Onomatopoeia. Read them and write down your favorite onomatopoeia. Also, write down at least 3 verbs and 3 adverbs that were used.
Edgar Allan Poe, “The Bells”
Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically swells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale - faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!
Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls: -
And their king it is who tolls: -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: -
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
Spike Milligan, “On the Ning Nang Nong”
On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the
Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!
Last, but not least, our next book is "The Endless Steppe", by Esther Hautzig. This is a longer book and will take some time to read. Start now!
Last, but not least, our next book is "The Endless Steppe", by Esther Hautzig. This is a longer book and will take some time to read. Start now!
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