Guess What, Class! We’re QuadBlogging!

Wait, what are we doing?

QuadBlogging!

And that is???

QuadBlogging is a project where we will blog with three other schools over the next months.  Each school has a particular week to be “spotlighted” and we will go to their blog and contribute.  Then when it is our week, they will come and visit us.

But there’s only two of us!

Three, if you count me.  It will be an in-class assignment each week.

Why, Mrs. Stading?  WHY?

Give a little, get a little.  I REALLY want an audience for your writing.  That’s why we’re using the blog to publish, to get some attention from the world.  Only there hasn’t been much traffic here, and I haven’t done the best at moderating either.  This will give us some traffic and hold us (me) accountable for publishing.  Looking at the other sites, I think we’ll learn some things, as well.

And we’re posting….?

We start the 100 Word Weekly Challenge next week.  Now it has an audience.

You really do love the Internet and social media, don’t you Mrs. Stading?

Oh yes.  Life is SO MUCH MORE than what we have here in our school, our village, our state.  Let’s be out there.

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Dishwashing Liquid

Dishwashing liquid is usually used for hand-washed dishes, and there are many types that can help someone scrub dishes better, because they break down food particles and grease, although it can be used for more then just dishes.

Imagine tons of gigantic bubbles everwhere! My family and I found a recipe the allowed us to create bubbles as big and as wide as a car! They blew everywhere, and soon our property shown with the rainbow light the bubbles let off in the sun. My brother ran throw one, and !POP! it burst open, showering the land with dish soap!

After all the bubbles popped the ground was covered in a slimy coating, and us kids were sliping and sliding all over the place.

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The Evening Life of Bartholomew

Only the best is suited for Bartholomew, from his snobby expensive clothing to the fine foods he has for dinner.

A typical evening for this rich snob would be a short swim in the massive swimming pool in his backyard, then off to go play tennis with friends. They will usually play for an hour or so before they all return to Bartholomew’s for tea and crumpets. He often orders his maids to bring him the best crumpets and tea they have, and then complains about them to his chefs, and more then once the chef has quit and left his mansion.

After his chaps leave, he often will go out on the terrice and watch the sun go down on the horizen, and then he will sigh unhappily at the rich person he has to play, and then he will go to the banquet room to wait for a splended meal that he will have to sit through with his absent parents, who never show up to have dinner with him.

He will then go take a bath and go and sit in his room to read for hours, and end up difting off to sleep.

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Winter

White snow falling so lightly, seems like it’s just floating down to us because it has no better plans. While the snow falls, children are cheering, making snowmen, snow angels, and they have grins spread across their face. What else is there to do in winter, even on days like these? Well, start the fireplace, get the mugs, and we’ll sit by the fireplace after playing outside with a cup of hot chocolate. Winter, my favorite season with angels, with the the winter cold air, all for a cup of hot chocolate. While others enjoy summer, I enjoy winter so much more.

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If The Sky Were Red

What if the sky were red instead of blue? That would be sight to see, but having the sky red would have so many effects on everyday life. Asking about the weather, we would say “The sky looks a bit redder today doesn’t it?”

That’s not all though, if the sky is red then what color would the sun be? I think it would be the opposite color of yellow, because the opposite of blue is red. That’s only two major changes, now what about the tempatures? The days would be hotter when the sun is out, plus we wouldn’t exactly being seing the right colors because the reflection of the sky and the sun would change how we see things. We see color just fine with blue sky and yellow sun. If the sky were red then what color would the night sky be and the moon? The night sky just wouldn’t be the same because the sky is so red that we wouldn’t be able to see the moon and the stars as clearly as we do now.

Imaging the sky red is something out of this world. I like my blue sky, my yellow sun, my clear night skies with starts embedded, and I like my moon.

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Similes with Food and People

Suzanne is skinny as a piece of green bean.

Suzan’s hair is as red as a fresh tomato.

Bob’s hair is a stringy as spaghetti noodle.

Charlie’s hair looks like bunched up macaroni and cheese.

The shape of Bob’s eyes are like almonds.

Suzann’s skin is as tan as a old potato skin.

The shape of Susan’s head is almost as big as a cabbage head.

Johnny is as tall as a corn stalk.

Milly’s hair is as yellow as butternut squash.

Patricia is as pretty as a gladiolus flower.

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Bippity-boppity-boo!

I think back to the horrible days when I needed a fairy godmother. I remember her as if I had seen her yesterday, with her dark brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean.

My godmother, who’s name is Cecile, is a very friendly person to humans and animals alike, and she can always be found reading on a couch or a chair next to a warm fire with her cat Gracie.

When I first met Cecile I was crying in a medow over my hurt puppy and she all of a sudden apeared before me and asked if I wanted my dog healed, and I told her yes. After only a second my puppy stood up and gave a loud bark, and started running and playing, like a puppy should.

Anyway, she promised to become my godmother for any trial I had in the future, if anytime she came a would let her pet my pet. I quickly agreed, then she shimmered and disapeared.

Over the years that followed that encounter I had seen her more then once more, and each time she would help me fix my problems, and after petting my dog or cat she would disappear in a shower of glittering colors.

Now as I look back at my youth and remember the kind person that took care of me when I lived on the streets, I smile, and I remember our last meeting. She had told me that I no longer required her help, and she would move on to another unfortunate soul. I told her I would miss her, but Iwas happy for the time we spent together. After we said goodbye, she disappeared and I  never saw her again, but I always have the memories of how she helped me.

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The Room 201

As I walk into the room a strong disgraceful odor comes over me. It smells as if something is deteriating for centries in this room and it may likely be something of flesh. I begin to stroll around, study the room more carefully, but as I approach the bookcase, the musky scent of the books cannot over power the foul stench of garbage. This garbage smells as if it was piling up to be the next tallest trash mountain. This odor burns my nostril, so the only solution is to plug my nose with my fingers; which is exactly what I do. I begin to stroll a little faster when I approach a clean room, yes it may be covered with one inch of dust but at least it looks like it doesn’t smell bad. Once I unplugged my nose, I knew I was very wrong. This room’s odor had been as if someone who hasn’t bathed in months lived here. I looked around and saw a man and around him was piles of useless things, his dog (dead), and the man just staring up at me. I run out of the room screaming on top of my lungs and into the city air where it smells much better.

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Spy Rescue Note

!!!!URGENT!!!!
You’ve been invited to my SWEET SIXTEEN!
Don’t forget to come in COSTUME! (Dress like kings or queens. Best dressed couple will win the GOLDEN CROWN!)
If you decide to bring some food, desserts or finger food would be nice!
My SWEET SIXTEEN is occurring on Burlington Dr. 81704, during 6:30 PM-Midnight on December 16, 2012.
The only rule for my SWEET SIXTEEN is you MUST bring your friends!
So come on down to my SWEET SIXTEEN!!!!!!!

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“Unjournaling”

One resource for the class is the book Unjournaling (2006) by Dawn DiPrince and Cheryl Miller Thurston.  This book has 200 writing prompts that aren’t your regular How-do-you-feel-when-you-see-this-piece-of-artwork questions.  Instead it challenges writers to write a paragraph without using the letter “t” or similar, or write a four line poem about the most ridiculous object ever.

Today we rewrote a paragraph from the book from passive to active voice…not an easy activity.  Later this week, students will post their entries on other Unjournaling prompts.  Check back by the weekend to read their work!

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