Unit 5 Title: The Ransom of Red Chief[1] Suggested Time: 4 days (45 minutes per day) Common Core ELA Standards: RL.8.1, RL.8.2, RL.8.3, RL.8.4, RL.8.6, RL.8.7, RL.8.9; W.8.2, W.8.4, W.8.9; SL.8.1; L.8.1, L.8.2, L.8.5 Teacher Instructions Preparing for Teaching 1. Read the Big Ideas and Key Understandings and the Synopsis. Please do not read this to the students. This is a description for teachers about the big ideas and key understanding that students should take away after completing
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poem suggests that it is about a small country town with one road, most likely in the middle of nowhere. Very few people and very few things around for a person to do with their free time. B. Paraphrase: We could be here. This is the valley and its highway which rabbits can't get across but kids can. They jump to the store with sweetness on their tongues. They watch for fun. Dimes fall from their palms to pay for the candies they eat on the way home. There are lots of dogs and cats and chickens
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GRADUATION by F. Sionil I always knew that someday after I finished high school, I’d go to Manila and to college. I had looked ahead to the grand adventure with eagerness but when it finally came; my leaving Rosales filled me with a nameless dread and a great, swelling unhappiness that clogged my chest. I couldn’t be sure now. Maybe it was friendship, huge and granite-like, or just plain sympathy. I couldn’t be sure anymore; maybe I really fell in love when I was sixteen. Her name was Teresita
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As a 10 year old boy in 1929, he never got the chance to come to town. Generally on Saturday, his parents would go to town to get their groceries while he stayed home with his younger siblings. He had visited the paved main street of Orange City, but never went in a store(Van). These main streets were important places, for it was a place used daily by many for over a hundred years. For many folks, main street defined home (Olson). If a visitor walked down Orange City’s main street in the 1930s, many
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I can finally go to the town called, Forever. The one I hear has everything from,blue skies,to fresh grass,even to the soft, cold breeze. It’s Jan. 1,4001,and I never thought that my parents would let me leave our town called, Ever borough. My parents are so stricted, I wonder why they would let me go away so far. I pull up to a big, old, black and white gate. Beside the gate stood two tall, strong men. They asked me for my pass. The pass lies in my hand, uncrumbled and untouched. I give the pass
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epidemiological and demographic data and providing some vital statistics that I found during my research. I will also provide a description of my visual assessment of the community and my own personal knowledge of this community. My experiences with the community of Collierville, TN include living here as a resident for the past 13 years and working as an EMT with EMS prior to living here. During my research, I was able to find the following data to describe the Population and Economic Status Assessment for Collierville
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Can you imagine being cheated on by someone you loved? Margo Roth Spiegelman knows exactly what this feels like because she experienced it first-hand. In Paper Towns, Margo is trying to get revenge on everyone who knew her boyfriend was cheating on her. With the help of her old friend Quentin, Margo embarked on their journey. Many specific objects have meaning in this book, especially the minivan, the strings, and the spray-paint. In the beginning of the story, Margo Roth Spiegelman asks her old
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it any further. My mother was the one who insisted on calling attention to it. “We live by the old gravel pit out the service-station road,” she’d tell people, and laugh, because she was so happy to have shed everything connected with the house, the street—the husband—with the life she’d had before. I barely remember that life. That is, I remember some parts of it clearly, but without the links you need to form a proper picture. All that I retain in my head of the house in town is the wallpaper
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From this week’s readings I have chosen the following three poems; “My grandmother’s love letters” by Hart Crane, “The road not taken” by Robert Frost, and “Richard Cory” by Edward Arlington Robinson. My Grandmother’s Love Letters By Hart Crane (1899-1932) There are no stars tonight But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain. There is even room enough For the letters of my mother’s mother, Elizabeth, That have been passed so long Into the
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House of Hope and Direction of a Life Changing Event The time that I have applied leadership and an immense amount of communication is when my family and I head down to Mexico on a missions trip. Once a year we pack our bags and head across borders driving a total of 16 hours, going into the heart of Mexico we drive through Chihuahua City arriving at a little town called Anahuac. Inside Anahuac is an orphanage called “Casa de la Esperanza,” it is filled with laughter and a second chance for kids who
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