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2 To Live I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this. Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper Lines with soul Forgetting cosines Life without phosphorus And my life Beyond desk chairs And the dull mutated halls JV and Varsity Setting the curve School Play and GPA Textbooks Learning without Knowing Without room To know myself To be myself Trial and error Minus lab write-up Feelings without A thesis Learning youth Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how to live. Miriam, age 18 Secrets Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, you could ask for my suggestions. Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. Jessica, age 16 Things I Have to Tell You

3 Structure Map My Name Date Block Structure Element Book / Page Number Brief Description Exposition Rising Action Climax Denouement / Conclusion 1. “Things I have to Tell You: Secrets,” by Jessica age 16 2. “Things I have to Tell You: To Live,” by Miriam age 18

4 To Live I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this. Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper Lines with soul Forgetting cosines Life without phosphorus And my life Beyond desk chairs And the dull mutated halls JV and Varsity Setting the curve School Play and GPA Textbooks Learning without Knowing Without room To know myself To be myself Trial and error Minus lab write-up Feelings without A thesis Learning youth Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how to live. Miriam, age 18 Secrets Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, you could ask for my suggestions. Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. Jessica, age 16

5 To Live I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this. Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper Lines with soul Forgetting cosines Life without phosphorus And my life Beyond desk chairs And the dull mutated halls JV and Varsity Setting the curve School Play and GPA Textbooks Learning without Knowing Without room To know myself To be myself Trial and error Minus lab write-up Feelings without A thesis Learning youth Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how to live. Miriam, age 18 Secrets Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, you could ask for my suggestions. Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. Jessica, age 16

6 Structure Map My Name Date Block Structure Element Book / Page Number Brief Description Exposition Rising Action Climax Poem 2, 4 th stanza near the end To live to Know/Learn/Be section Denouement / Conclusion 1. “Things I have to Tell You: Secrets,” by Jessica age 16 2. “Things I have to Tell You: To Live,” by Miriam age 18

7 To Live I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this. Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper Lines with soul Forgetting cosines Life without phosphorus And my life Beyond desk chairs And the dull mutated halls JV and Varsity Setting the curve School Play and GPA Textbooks Learning without Knowing Without room To know myself To be myself Trial and error Minus lab write-up Feelings without A thesis Learning youth Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how to live. Miriam, age 18 Secrets Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, you could ask for my suggestions. Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. Jessica, age 16

8 Structure Map My Name Date Block Structure Element Book / Page Number Brief Description Exposition Poem 2, 1 st stanza In a school, In a desk Rising Action Climax Poem 2, 4 th stanza near the end To live to Know/Learn/Be section Denouement / Conclusion 1. “Things I have to Tell You: Secrets,” by Jessica age 16 2. “Things I have to Tell You: To Live,” by Miriam age 18

9 To Live I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this. Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper Lines with soul Forgetting cosines Life without phosphorus And my life Beyond desk chairs And the dull mutated halls JV and Varsity Setting the curve School Play and GPA Textbooks Learning without Knowing Without room To know myself To be myself Trial and error Minus lab write-up Feelings without A thesis Learning youth Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how to live. Miriam, age 18 Secrets Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, you could ask for my suggestions. Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. Jessica, age 16 These two thoughts balance each other. One could be delivered with humor, while the other is more serious. These two thoughts balance each other. One could be delivered with humor, while the other is more serious. This could be funny or serious, depending on tone of voice and physicality

10 Structure Map My Name Date Block Structure Element Book / Page Number Brief Description Exposition Poem 2, 1 st stanza In a school, In a desk Rising Action Poem 1, 2 nd and 3 rd stanza Poem 2, stanza 2 and 4 Showing her anger at being followed but not understood She doesn’t like school, she wants to be more creative Climax Poem 2, 4 th stanza near the end To live to Know/Learn/Be section Denouement / Conclusion Poem 2, last 3 lines Telling us what she really wants—to Live life more fully 1. “Things I have to Tell You: Secrets,” by Jessica age 16 2. “Things I have to Tell You: To Live,” by Miriam age 18

11 To Live I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this. Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper Lines with soul Forgetting cosines Life without phosphorus And my life Beyond desk chairs And the dull mutated halls JV and Varsity Setting the curve School Play and GPA Textbooks Learning without Knowing Without room To know myself To be myself Trial and error Minus lab write-up Feelings without A thesis Learning youth Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how to live. Miriam, age 18 Secrets Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, you could ask for my suggestions. Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. Jessica, age 16 No Issues with Language or Content Completely School Appropriate No Issues with Language or Content Completely School Appropriate

12 To Live I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this. Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper Lines with soul Forgetting cosines Life without phosphorus And my life Beyond desk chairs And the dull mutated halls JV and Varsity Setting the curve School Play and GPA Textbooks Learning without Knowing Without room To know myself To be myself Trial and error Minus lab write-up Feelings without A thesis Learning youth Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how to live. Miriam, age 18 Secrets Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, you could ask for my suggestions. Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. Jessica, age 16 Added for Emphasis: Or maybe, Maybe, MAYBE, you could ask for my suggestions Added for Emphasis: Or maybe, Maybe, MAYBE, you could ask for my suggestions Transition from section to section Cut for time

13 with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this. Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper Lines with soul Forgetting cosines Life without phosphorus And my life Beyond desk chairs And Textbooks Learning without Knowing Without room To know myself To be myself Trial and error Minus lab write-up Feelings without A thesis Learning youth Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how to live. Miriam, age 18 Secrets Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, you could ask for my suggestions. Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. Jessica, age 16 To Live I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it,

14 Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, Maybe, MAYBE— you could ask for my suggestions. To Live I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. Jessica, age 16 But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this. Learning without Knowing Without room To know myself To be myself Trial and error Minus lab write-up Feelings without A thesis Learning youth Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how to live. with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper Lines with soul Forgetting cosines Life without phosphorus And my life Beyond desk chairs I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it,

15 Do you really want to know my secret, Will it answer all your questions, Take away your mass of worries? Or maybe, Maybe, MAYBE— you could ask for my suggestions. I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, and Doodles litter my Notebook like snowflakes Dancing through the trees Beyond the window. The lined paper--Lines with soul Forgetting cosines--Life without phosphorus— And my life Beyond desk chairs Do you ever think to ask me about my secret, Being honest and forthright, With no lies or hidden feelings? Only then will my secret come to light. I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, Learning without Knowing Without room --To know myself--To be myself Trial and error --Minus lab write-up Feelings without--A thesis Learning youth. Learning how to live Without a textbook Without a teacher to Correct grammar To live to learn myself To live to know myself To live to be somebody who’s learned how --to live. I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, with my paper and my pen And I am Supposed to see The blackboard Around the tall boy And my mind on my Text and my pen on The page. Do you know my secret, Did I tell you it last night, Were you listening in my dreams, Were you hiding out of sight? Do you look to find my secret, Reading letters, reading notes, Picking up sometimes on phone calls, Opening books to see what I wrote? I sit in my crunched-in restraining desk, they call it, But my head Won’t translate This language Log base b of a squared Carbon monoxide Reacting with phosphorus. I don’t react. I see through the paper And my pen writes Poetic equations My mind plus my life Equals Something beyond this.

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