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1 FRIDAY AUGUST 29, 2014 SSR TIME! YOU NEED YOUR FOLDERS TODAY. Place the Biographical Bits in your folder.

2 CASE 21 MONDAY: no school TUESDAY: go to 1-2 periods, Math (90 min.) WEDNESDAY: go to 1-2 periods, Math (90 min.) THURSDAY: go to 1-2 periods, English (90 min.) FRIDAY: go to 1-2 periods, ENGLISH (90 min.)

3 Image ry ◦ What is the base word? ◦ It is the author’s use of VIVID description that appeals to the author’s five senses in order to help the reader imagine exactly what is being described. ◦ Sight ◦ Smell ◦ Touch ◦ Taste ◦ Hear

4 Image definition: -noun ◦ 1. a physical likeness or representation of a person, animal, or thing, photographed, painted, sculptured, or otherwise made visible. ◦ 2. an optical counterpart or appearance of an object, as is produced by reflection from a mirror, refraction by a lens, or the passage of luminous rays through a small aperture and their reception on a surface. AND THE BEST DEFINITION FOR WRITERS: ◦ 3. a mental representation; idea; conception.

5 Great examples through figurative language… ◦ “My love is like a red, red rose.”--- What type of figurative language is this? ◦ What about a rose appeals to the senses? (sight, smell, touch, taste, hear)

6 “Oranges” by Gary Soto ◦ First Read: Sit quietly with your eyes shut listening as this poem is read aloud to you. Purpose: What sticks out with you about this poem? http://tube.sandi.net/video/videos/1597/oranges-by-gary-soto- digital-poetry-telling

7 “Oranges” By: Gary Soto The first time I walked With a girl, I was twelve, Cold, and weighted down With two oranges in my jacket. December. Frost cracking Beneath my steps, my breath Before me, then gone, As I walked toward Her house, the one whose Porch light burned yellow Night and day, in any weather. A dog barked at me, until She came out pulling At her gloves, face bright With rouge. I smiled, Touched her shoulder, and led Her down the street, across A used car lot and a line Of newly planted trees, Until we were breathing Before a drugstore. We Entered, the tiny bell Bringing a saleslady Down a narrow aisle of goods. I turned to the candies Tiered like bleachers, And asked what she wanted - Light in her eyes, a smile Starting at the corners Of her mouth. I fingered A nickel in my pocket, And when she lifted a chocolate That cost a dime, I didn’t say anything. I took the nickel from My pocket, then an orange, And set them quietly on The counter. When I looked up, The lady’s eyes met mine, And held them, knowing Very well what it was all About. Outside, A few cars hissing past, Fog hanging like old Coats between the trees. I took my girl’s hand In mine for two blocks, Then released it to let Her unwrap the chocolate. I peeled my orange That was so bright against The gray of December That, from some distance, Someone might have thought I was making a fire in my hands.

8 Kidblog 1) T.A.G. one of your classmate’s blog post. 2) Finish your final draft by checklisting the rubric. English3-4-4 English5-6-2 English7-8-3


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