IA/LA Week 5
Read/Study:
1. Finish Reading A Long Walk To Water by Linda Sue Park
2.Write in your best handwriting in your commonplace book, one or all of these quotes from the book. Decide with your mom. Pay attention to punctuation!
"Going was easy.
Going, the big plastic container held only air. Tall for her eleven years, Nya could switch the handle from one hand to the other, swing the container by her side, or cradle it in both arms. She could even drag it behind her, bumping it against the ground and raising a tiny cloud of dust with each step.
There was little weight, going. There was only heat, the sun already baking the air, even though it was long before noon. It would take her half the morning if she didn't stop on the way.
Heat. Time. And thorns."
Uncle was true to his word. That very day he shot a young antelope, the kind called a topi. Salva could hardly wait for it to be skinned and butchered and roasted. As the smoky, meaty aroma filled the air, he had to keep swallowing the saliva that flooded his mouth.
Uncle laughed as he watched Salva gobble down his first piece of the meat. "Salva, you have teeth! You are supposed to use them when you eat!"
Salva could not reply; he was too busy stuffing another chunk of the delicious charred meat into his mouth.
Stunned, Salva realized that being forced under the water had probably saved his life. But there was no time to marvel over this. More crocodiles were launching themselves off the banks. The rain, the mad current, the bullets, the crocodiles, the welter of arms and legs, the screams, the blood... He had to get across somehow.
Salva did not know how long he was in the water.
It felt like hours.
It felt like years.
A stream of water flowed from the mouth of the pump.
Nya held her bottle underneath the pump mouth. The bottle filled up quickly.
She stepped aside to the let the next person fill a bottle. Then she drank.
The water was delicious. It wasn't warm or muddy, like the water from the pond. It was cool and clear.
Nya stopped drinking and held up the bottle so she could look at it. Fun that something without any color at all could look so nice.
Literary Element of the Month: Point of View! There are three types of point of view:
First person -- an "I" story:
I went to the store. I bought bubble gum.
Second person point of view is a "you" story:
You are walking down a long, dark hall. At the end is a red door. Trembling, you turn the handle.
Third person POV is a "he or she" story:
Salva jumped into the river, dodging crocodiles and bullets. His heart pounding, he struck out for the opposite shore.
When you write a story what point of view do you like to use? What kind of point of view do you most often read in books?
3. Nya's entire village and way of life was changed for the better when Salva came and helped the water pump be installed. How can you make the world a better place this week? See how big you can dream! What can you do this week to make a difference? Every small act of kindness counts and makes a difference but let's see if you can do something you might not have done before. Be prepared to share your experiences on our Zoom meeting this Thursday!
"Going was easy.
Going, the big plastic container held only air. Tall for her eleven years, Nya could switch the handle from one hand to the other, swing the container by her side, or cradle it in both arms. She could even drag it behind her, bumping it against the ground and raising a tiny cloud of dust with each step.
There was little weight, going. There was only heat, the sun already baking the air, even though it was long before noon. It would take her half the morning if she didn't stop on the way.
Heat. Time. And thorns."
Uncle was true to his word. That very day he shot a young antelope, the kind called a topi. Salva could hardly wait for it to be skinned and butchered and roasted. As the smoky, meaty aroma filled the air, he had to keep swallowing the saliva that flooded his mouth.
Uncle laughed as he watched Salva gobble down his first piece of the meat. "Salva, you have teeth! You are supposed to use them when you eat!"
Salva could not reply; he was too busy stuffing another chunk of the delicious charred meat into his mouth.
Stunned, Salva realized that being forced under the water had probably saved his life. But there was no time to marvel over this. More crocodiles were launching themselves off the banks. The rain, the mad current, the bullets, the crocodiles, the welter of arms and legs, the screams, the blood... He had to get across somehow.
Salva did not know how long he was in the water.
It felt like hours.
It felt like years.
A stream of water flowed from the mouth of the pump.
Nya held her bottle underneath the pump mouth. The bottle filled up quickly.
She stepped aside to the let the next person fill a bottle. Then she drank.
The water was delicious. It wasn't warm or muddy, like the water from the pond. It was cool and clear.
Nya stopped drinking and held up the bottle so she could look at it. Fun that something without any color at all could look so nice.
Literary Element of the Month: Point of View! There are three types of point of view:
First person -- an "I" story:
I went to the store. I bought bubble gum.
Second person point of view is a "you" story:
You are walking down a long, dark hall. At the end is a red door. Trembling, you turn the handle.
Third person POV is a "he or she" story:
Salva jumped into the river, dodging crocodiles and bullets. His heart pounding, he struck out for the opposite shore.
When you write a story what point of view do you like to use? What kind of point of view do you most often read in books?
3. Nya's entire village and way of life was changed for the better when Salva came and helped the water pump be installed. How can you make the world a better place this week? See how big you can dream! What can you do this week to make a difference? Every small act of kindness counts and makes a difference but let's see if you can do something you might not have done before. Be prepared to share your experiences on our Zoom meeting this Thursday!
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