Showing posts with label Grace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grace. Show all posts
Thursday, February 19, 2015
lesson 16- Story using props
One day at school we found out that our good friend was moving away. We were so sad. On our last day of school we had decided we would exchange things that would remind us about each other. She gave us two Indian dolls to remind us of her. The Indian dolls were special to her because her Grandma had given them to her. We gave her a silver shiny cross to remind her of God. She was scared to move away and we wanted to remind her that God was in control. We also gave her a shell to remind her of the fun times we shared together at the beach. Having a friend move away is hard but we will always cherish the Indian dolls and remember how much we love our friend.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Lesson 15 -My Pet
My dog Boo was a birthday present. When he came home he was nervous and scared. He was furry and smelly and needed a bath. I love Boo because he is cuddly and sweet. When I am gone Boo sleeps on my bed because he misses me, he knows I am his mommy. He was the best birthday present I ever got.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Lesson 11
Once upon a time there was too jealous sisters Ella and Bella. Ella was invited to a ball in London to meet the Prince. Bella was not invited. One day Bella decided to be sneaky and look into Ella's diary. When going through her diary she found the invitation to the ball. Bella thought, I need to sneak and get on that plane and go to London with my sister. Bella also decided to steal the designs Ella had for her dress. While flying from Paris to London Ella caught Bella on the plane. She was as angry as a roaring lion. When they arrived in London they took separate carriages to their hotel. Later that night when they were at the ball Ella notice that Bella was dancing with the handsome prince and wearing the same dress as her. That made her fell like exploding. Ella stomped over to the two of them with a very grumpy attitude and started to fight with her sister. Things got out of control and they ended up breaking the princes arm. The prince demanded that they never return to London.
The End
The End
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Metaphor/ personification/ beg, middle, end
Metaphor
A nightmare us breaking your moms favorite piece of jewelry.
The kangaroo legs are springs.
Personification
The butterfly twirled from flower to flower.
The fire cracker screamed loudly in the night sky.
Beg/middle/end "The Librarian yelled"
Stacy road her bike to the library yesterday to return some books. She noticed a frightened little girl crying hard because she had lost her dad. The librarian yelled the dads name as if she was on a scary roller coaster. The dad came running to hug his daughter and let her know he was sorry for not noticing that she was missing.
A nightmare us breaking your moms favorite piece of jewelry.
The kangaroo legs are springs.
Personification
The butterfly twirled from flower to flower.
The fire cracker screamed loudly in the night sky.
Beg/middle/end "The Librarian yelled"
Stacy road her bike to the library yesterday to return some books. She noticed a frightened little girl crying hard because she had lost her dad. The librarian yelled the dads name as if she was on a scary roller coaster. The dad came running to hug his daughter and let her know he was sorry for not noticing that she was missing.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Lesson 2
Beige
Ewey gooey sticky rice krispy treats.
The 5w's
When Casey was at the park today she yelled at the birds to scare them away.
The red cardinal flew to the taco shop to look around for some food on the ground.
Similes
The laughter was as scary as a witch.
The teenagers room was like a stinky pig pen.
Ewey gooey sticky rice krispy treats.
The 5w's
When Casey was at the park today she yelled at the birds to scare them away.
The red cardinal flew to the taco shop to look around for some food on the ground.
Similes
The laughter was as scary as a witch.
The teenagers room was like a stinky pig pen.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
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