Two of the first intelligent pugilists.
This week:
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Word of the Week
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“How to Kill a Mockingbird”–video
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Notes: The Mockingbird [click here for notes]
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Characters symbolized as a Mockingbird
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Begin movie To Kill a Mockingbird
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Lesson 6 cards due Monday
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The word “pugilist” reminds me of “pug” and “list” combined.
It was gloaming and throughout the world most were eating dinner, or staring out peacefully at the sky. Not for two people though, and the rest of the crowd that was cheering on the two pugilists. Robby Lee hit Derek the Iceberg in the face with a slamming uppercut following it with a combination of jabs and two left hooks. The crowd cheered as they saw Derek’s face undulate from the blows. The reff Mario Yamasaki quickly ran in and stopped the fight. It was over, Robby Lee had K.Oed (knocked out) Derek the Iceberg and was now the UFC lightweight champion!! The crowd erupted with cheers but some Derek fans booed, after answering some questions Robby left the octagon to his “dressing room”.
“I can’t believe I won!” he told his trainer.
“You did good kid, nice jabs and hooks, you had him at round two and then the icing on the cake, a knock out,” his trainer replied. Robby fiddled with his champion belt, it gleamed in the light.
“I did it,” he muttered to himself with disbelief. He was the underdog no one thought he would win, there was just no way. Derek the Iceberg was 19-2 with 8 knock outs! He had done, he had done it. His trainer then tapped him on the arm and said the VIP’s were waiting to get his auto and ask questions. Robby stood up and grabbed his pen, he knew he was ready for any challenge as hard as it could be, he would still win.
(UFC hosts real MMA fights which my brother and I watch on TV and live and is pretty popular. The fighters mentioned in the story are not real but the reff Mario Yamasaki is an actual reff for UFC. Sorry that this wasn’t a murder story (hannah) but I hoped you enjoyed!
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You are so talented! Great detail, realistic dialogue, and you incorporated many of the words. Well done!
Thank you! I feel special…haha
Great Job!!(:
Amazing!!!
You sound like an expert on pugilism Allison, who would have know?
Do you want to give me your talent?
The pugilist knocked the other pugilist out.
Before any pugilist tries to beat the answer out of me, I’ll give you all an answer to the TKAM test: The last question of the test is B.
What are the rest of them?
Guess.
The answer for mumbers 1-30 on the vocab test is 7.
The protagonist in the movie Real Steel is Atom, a robot who is trained to be a great pugilist.
(I realize that since Real Steel is a movie, it should be in italics or underlined, but I couldn’t figure out how to do that on the comments section.)
I can’t figure that out either. Frustrating.
The two pugilists entered the ring looking askance at each other. They both knew only one could win.
derp
The man was so angry at the susi chef that he wanted to break out into a pugilist right then and there, but stopped himseld because he knew better.
Sushi**
Why was he so angry? How could anyone be mad at a sushi chef?
Sushi chefs are amazing!
He put too much hot sauce on his sushi roll
Oh…wow he’s a very violent person.
The pugilist Juan Manuel Marquez fought Manny ”Pac-Man” Pacquiao on Saturday, November 12th, and obviously won the fight but the judges gave Pacquiao a higher score.
The pugilists fought so hard that one persons head came off!
A terrible fight broke out between the two pugilists, resulting in a broken collar bone and a bloody nose.
The pugilist received a “Pow ” on the right side of his face by the other fighter. He wasn’t feeling to good tonight. “wham”, he now got a kick in the stomach. He thought ” If I get one more kick I’m a goner. He tried to punch his opponent in the face but his vision was getting blurrier by the second. ” Whsoosh” , aww man I missed he thought . When the other opponent saw his opponent in pain he whispered to himeself ” Now it’s time to finish him off.” With one last”BOOM”, he punched him on the philtrum. The man couldn’t take it anymore. He lost his balance and fell backwards. Behind him was as window, he slowly fell backwards out of the ten story room. After the referee claimed him, he was so happy he went out to dinner with his best friend Bob. After the dinner the fighter, Phil, started to walk home. Some angry fans of the fighter Phil played were mad at him. They tied his hands and feet together and locked him in his closet and was never heard from again. As for the other pugilist, he miraculously survived because he landed in a pillow factory. Unfortunately, he decided to turn to a life of crime, but before he left he said” Anybody who gets in my way is a dead man.” He then stole a car, robbed a bank and left his old life and went to his new life of crime awaiting.
(Please tell me how I did)
Fantastic! (love the use of philtrum)
Thanks!!!
Sorry, I meant to say after the referee claimed him the winner.
Wow, that’s really random…I love it!
Thank You!
In the book “The Book Thief” the Hubermans hide Max, a fist fighting Jew in their basement. As a child he had amazing skill in the art of fist fighting, some might even compare him to an experienced pugilist.
Infact, Max Vandenburg had visions of being a fighting pugilist against Adolf Hitler. That was going to be my sentence, but Liam had the same idea. Annoyingly, great minds think alike.
That would be true.
i loved that book!
Like bro and sis
I loved that book!
The pugilist walked into the ring wondering if it would be his last fight.
I loved talking to your parents tonight (I said only good things)
hahaha thanks
It was the fight of the century of the pugilist’s between Joe Frazier ( Smokin Joe) and Muhammad Ali the undefeated. This fight Joe Frazier took out Ali in the 15th round. After this there rivalry lived on and they fought many other times later, But no one will forget the moment when Joe Frazier defeated Muhammad Ali for his first time in his professional career.
R.I.P- Joe Frazier 1944-2011
I must have heard on the news of his death but didn’t remember and subconsciously chose the word pugilist. Glad I did.
One of the most well known moments made by a pugilist was in the match where pugilist, Mike Tyson bit off his oppenents ear in the middle of a match
ewww
I actually saw that fight live on tv. Disgusting!!!
That sounds so cool. It would look awesome to see his head without the ear.
I saw that one!!
That is really gross…..I feel bad for the guy who lost his ear.
Thought of a different one
The pugilist delivered a punch to his opponent’s philtrum subsequent to being knocked down.
As the pugilist fought hard he received many blows to his philtrum. However, he still fought hard and won the fight.
In the film, “Cinderella Man” there was a pugilist who won many of his matches giving a blow to his opponents jawbone, instantly knocking the opposing pugilist unconscious. What a dirty pugilist.
When one of the all time best pugilists in the world, Sugar Ray Leonard showed on Dancing With The Stars, he prove that he had a soft side to him. Sadly, he was the third couple to get voted off the show.
The most daring,tough, and magnificent pugilist I know is Mike Tyson. He is by far, my absolute favorite to watch in the ring.
As the pugilist entered the ring,he noticed that His opponent was quite large and muscular, much more than himself.He put up his best fight but was bested by superior punching strength.
Like a bike and a curb and walking backwards…
For an effective blow to the opponent, the pugilist had to maneuver his inner anger to his fists.
deep….<3
gooood job elllle
Once, two pugilists got into a fight, and they were both evenly matched fighters. But one of them knew that the other opponents weak spot was his philtrum, and punched him at the speed of light, the other guy didn’t know what hit him!
If i was ever a pugilist i would be super scared.
She was walking down West Chester Boulevard on her way home from school and heard peculiar noises undulating out of an alley. She walked closer and realized that it was just a Metal chain swinging against a dumpster. Relieved that it wasn’t anything worse she began to walk home but, was soon unsure of her surroundings. Maybe she took a wrong turn, so she walked back in the direction of the alley. Her walk was soon interrupted, she was dragged into the dark alley by a mysterious figured. Scared for her life she tried to scream but, right when she let out an ear splitting yell for help she was muted with a shocking punch to the abdomen. The punch was hard and the form was as if a professional pugilist. A shock of terror went through her, along with a realization that she wouldn’t live through this and if she did it would be in terror. Never wanting to leave the house without a body guard, death would be much less painful. Much better than a life of sorrow and fear.
Her thoughts of life after this where stopped by yet another aggressive punch to the stomach. She groaned from the pain, but then was given a couple more jabs to the stomach. Which silenced here.
“What do you want?” she whispered, afraid of being punched again.
“I want to play dollies.” He responded, sarcastically. “I think you know what I want your old enough to know why an adult would drag a teenager into an alley.”
Understanding what he had implied she began to cry. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the most awful, terrifying, and unforgettable(in a bad way) moments of her life.
But, suddenly a light shown into the alley. She expected an angel to come out into the light and lead her up a cloud stair case. Bt instead it was a cop who had thankfully scared away the awful man who had hurt her. She felt relief as she went home.
9 years later:
She began to work with organizations to help girls be more aware of the possibilities. She put her bad experience to good use.
A happy ending!
Great story–you really create a clear image
Thank You!
coolio story!! Ms. Sliver is right you create the perfect picture in my head.
Thanks! <3
Cool story!!! I loved it!! (:
A pugilist must have a very high tolerance for pain as he can be struck in the face or the body numerous times, usually ending up with a bloody or broken nose, broken jaw, and may also be knocked unconscious.
ouch…
The moving van pulled up to the old 18th century home. It was in the middle of Virginia, the house was white and there were pieces of it that were brown because of previous termite infestations. The house was 2 stories tall and was surrounded by beautiful willow trees. It sat in a field of grass and flowers and there wasn’t a building in sight. Carly and her mom hopped out of the van. Carly was 6 years old and had perky blonde pig tails on top of her head. She wore a pink dress that was down to her knees and she had on white tights with black ballet shoes. She ran from the spot by the van into the gorgeous flowers as she ran she twirled and scooped up daises. Carly’s mom called to her and Carly ran inside. The movers were bringing in the furniture in and Carly saw her purple, bedazzled teddy bear. Carly ran over and grabbed it as she clutched in her hand she ran up the swirling staircase. She walked down the hall running her fingers along the off -white wall. She then came to a room, the door was closed, she twisted the door knob and pushed it open. There was plastic covering the room, it covered the ivory bed and the
bed side table, as well as the chair. Carly pulled the plastic off of the bed and plopped down upon it. She sank into it’s fluffy sheets, she drifted off into a deep slumber. Carly awoke to a a strange sound, it was a punching sound. Carly scanned the room with her eyes and stopped at the corner. There she saw a girl. The girl was beautiful, she had red glossy hair and blue eyes. She had pale skin and was wearing a lime green dress with petite, gray shoes. Carly asked cautiously, ” What’s your name?” The little girl looked up, and wiped the tears from her bruised face. She said, ” Alice and yours?”
“My what?”
“Your name silly!”
“Oh right it’s Carly, pleased to meet you.”
” The pleasure is all mine.”
Alice was beaten up with bruises covering her face and when Carly asked what had happened, Alice said, ” My father is a pugilist.” She said it in a way as if that’s all Carly needed to know. Carly asked Alice if she would like to come to dinner with them (Carly and her mom). Alice and Carly came down the spiraling staircase and saw Carly’s mom setting the table in the dining room. Carly looked it the clock and saw it was 6:13, 3 hours after she fell asleep. She told her mom, ” Mom I hope you don’t mind but a friend will be joining us for dinner.” Her mom said, ” Of course darling.” Alice and Carly went and watched some TV for about 30 minutes then Carly’s mom called them for dinner. About 15 minutes went by when Carly’s mom asked, ” Carly honey I thought you were having a friend over?” Carly said puzzled, ” I am… she’s right here.” Carly pointed to the seat to the left of her. Her mom responded, ” There’s no one there Carly.”
“Sure there is, watch. Alice wave your hand and say hello.” Alice did so, but Carly’s mother could still not see her nor hear her. Carly’s mother thought her daughter was crazy but kept it to herself. When Carly was done eating she was really tired and decided to turn in for the night. She told Alice she could keep eating and Alice did so. Carly’s mom ate with caution, for if there was someone there she couldn’t see them or hear them.
1 week later:
Carly’s mom had gone to sleep each night hearing her daughter talk to Alice, Carly’s mom could not hear Alice so all she heard was Carly’s voice. One night Carly’s mom heard Carly stop talking earlier than usual. She thought it was strange so she got out of bed and stumbled down the hallway. Carly’s door was already open, she walked in and saw that the ivory sheets were stained a blood red! Her daughter’s arm was hanging over the side of the bed. Her mother burst into tears and then she saw a little girl appear on the end of the bed. She had red glossy hair and pale skin. She had blue eyes. The mother said, ” Alice?”
Alice turned around, cocked her head to the side, smiled and said, ” Hello.”
Filled with rage and sadness Carly’s mother said, ” Did you kill my daughter?”
” Yes, don’t worry she had a friend before she died.”
“You are no friend and you will soon rot in hell!” Carly’s mother sprinted to the bed jumped onto Alice, but she fell right through her. Alice laughed, ” Hahahaha I’m a ghost you can’t kill me. Every person that has ever lived in this house has gotten killed by me.” Alice took the knife from her dress it was still dripping with Carly’s blood. She stabbed the naive mother. She laughed, ” Hahhahah a mother who thinks she can kill a ghost, original but stupid.”
Alice wiped the remaining blood of both Carly and her mother, on the bed. She tucked the knife back into her dress and walked down the hallway. Before disappearing into the air she said, ” Love blinds us all, even if it means your life.” She looked down and then disappeared until the next victim would arrive in the house.
Abusive dad, Bloody knife, and dead people. I like it!
For some reason this story out of all your other story’s has creeped me out the most!! GREAT JOB HAILEY!
What’s the lesson here kids?
KId #1- Never trust a pretty girl.
Kid#2-Love is a powerful thing. Like Harry Potter!
All kids- YAY HARRY POTTER!!
Loner kid-Go twilight!
Random? No, yes? confusion
The reason he lived was because of his mother’s love.
Yeah, Allison. Dur.
That sad moment when Breaking Dawn comes out and every one is just saying about how much they love Harry Potter.
Wonderful, but super SPOOKY!! I loved it!(:
how long did this take you to write this.. its great
Gorillas make great pugilists.
Especially when bananas are involved.
Hahaha, Katie!
Katie!
The pugilist stepped out into the ring, he was focusing only on the opponent. As he raised his fists waiting for the bell to ring, he knew this was the fight that would win him everything.
The pugilist could not handle waiting in line at Disneyland because everyone was pushing. He wanted to hit everyone.
That’s always good…
Even normal people want too. Thank goodness there are fast passes.
Before the pugilist with the sobriquet of “Punches with Fists” entered the ring, he began to fabricate a plan. Once he successfully made one, he stepped into the ring to face his opponent “Dances by Hitting” (In wherever we are, the etymology of boxing names dates back to the early Indians). “Punches with Fists” began to undulate towards “Dances by Hitting” who responded with a look of askance and seriousness. “Punches with Fists” began to notice the gloaming time of day, his philtrum began to quiver, and he knew his opponent was about to go berserk. As “Dances by Hitting” dashed around his opponent he became inconspicuous, and “Punches with Fists” would soon be knocked out, and on the ground.
Holy cow! Amazing!
Laura, you better respond to this…
When I see a kwabb, I immediately tap into my inner pugilism and punch them with my fist.
BAM. I just did that.
Sincerely,
Anthony Davia I Esq.
Before you bring out my inner pugilist, please refrain from addressing me by my first name in this forum.
That said, I <3 that you posted! You'll always be a kwabb to me
The two pugilists stood still facing each other. There fists at there sides ready to start the battle. The crowd roared in excitement for the fight between the two world champions. At once, the two boxers walked towards each other, so close that there philtrums almost touched. The ref began to count down.”3..2..1.. FIGHT!” Suddenly, one man’s fist undulated through the air as it knocked out the other boxer. The man fell to the ground and the crowd silenced. At the end, one man stood alone, as the other stood laid dead on the dirty ground. The winner looked down askancely on the loser and walked out of the arena. Fans followed beserkly behind him out and the rest looked shocked at the other boxer. For now on, that man who lost would be called the new sobriquet- “One hit failure” for the rest of his life…
Chiara–
Story- fantastic!
Vocabulary – great!
Using there instead of their- argh!
sorry!:)
Great Job Chiara!!!(:
The pugilist finally won his battle, but he was ashamed of himself because in order to win he had to cheat.
How’d he cheat?
The pugilist was super happy that he finally won the fight.
The pugilist saw his opponent look to the left. So, when his opponent faked to the right, he wasn’t fooled. The pugilist waited, and sure enough the opponent turned left and immediately slammed into his fist.
Beatrice Ann Funkenburger………..well she is an awkward child. She can only ride a bike with training wheels(she’s 13), her IQ is over 150, and her best friend Charles K. Citrus is in fact an orange.
At Queen Ann Middle School there is a food chain. On the top is the popular football jocks and cheerleaders. They are like undefeated pugilists and the school is their ring. At the very bottom is Beatrice and Charles is about fifty people above her…….that something about how nerdy she is. Her sobriquet is “Nerd in the glasses and headgear”, even the teachers call her this. Her sister, well she’s completely different, she’s captain of the cheer squad and student body president.
The story shall continue next week…….Tell me your thoughts about Beatrice and the plot so far.
Can’t wait for the next installment.
Love the story so far……but poor Beatrice
I think Beatrice is cool. I mean even an orange likes her! That has to mean something.
The pugilist had a horrific anger problem which helped in the ring, not so much in his love life.
Two pugilist got into a fight one day. One was tall and the other was short. The short one punched the taller one’s mouth and it ended really badly, with a tooth going through the taller guy’s philtrum.
That sounds so awesome. Imagine seeing a little sliver of white, surrounded by red on someone’s philtrum.
I don’t understand why we still have pugilist fighters when all wars are fought with guns, not big rubber gloves and in a 10×10 closed off ring with a bunch of drunk people yelling. We should just film the war live or just watch the history channel so we can actually learn something, instead of yelling at over payed rubber glove wearer. Do you know another profession that uses rubber gloves… a scientist. Irony!
So true.
I would prefer watching boxing as apposed to war so I wouldn’t have to watch any deaths. Just my standpoint, haha.
You could kill someone boxing though. If you punched them hard enough in the throat, you could crush their windpipe, and make it so they can’t breathe.
omg katie your a monster
My great uncle was a pugilist when he was younger
The pugilist left the fight with a bloody philtrum.
As Johnny entered the ring he fainted due to how big the other pugilist was..
An older man saunters over and sat across from me. His profile had said he was a world re-known pugilist, but by the looks of it he’s retired.
As the pugilist wearing the red uniform entered the rink there was silence everywhere. As he raised one arm, a vague sound or cheers came from the crowd. Then he raised his other arm and a roar of cheers filled the stadium. It was time for the battle.
The pugilist collapsed after receiving his opponent’s last blow.
A pugilist’s hands can be considered lethal weapons in the United States.
The anxious young pugilist entered the ring with a fiery determination. Around him, the mass of people hollered, unified in their excitement. This was his very first match, and he was ready. He’d endured months of preparation for this moment, right here. He wasn’t going to fail. The ring stank of sweat, tears, and forgotten dreams, and the crowd’s lack of hygiene only added to the already grimy environment. This was his turf. This was his victory.
The red shorts pugilist got knocked out cold by the black shorts pugilist.
Many people find watching two pugilists fight entertaining, while I just find it very disturbing.
My brother, like the pugilist he is, he punches the man like he was a rag doll.
As the pugilist approached the ring he saw his opponent ready to fight. The look on his face was mean yet friendly. Like a harmless beast just following his nature. Fate had already chosen the winner, so there was no changing each of the mens future. Each hit full of fury and determination. But only one man could leave a winner.
That was great Syd!
The pugilist was embarrassed because he had to borrow his younger sisters Hello Kitty boxing gloves for his important match.
Ha!
As the pugilist’s entered the ring, they warmed up by punching their trainers, getting ready to take down anything in their path.
The pugilist became so accustommed to fighting single opponents that he found himsefl totaly outmatched when faced by two muggers.
When the dad took the little kid’s lollipop away, the little kid broke out into a pugilist. Fighting for the lollipop he finally got it and he was happy.
The hockey game of the century is taking place. The two teams, Washington Capitols and Pittsburgh Penguins, are at a climax of their bitter rivalry. Both teams are lead by dominate young players who have been ruling the hockey world for three years. Alexander Ovechkin, arguably the best goal scorer of all time, leads the Capitols while the youngest NHL captain ever, Sydney Crosby, leads the Penguins. The game begins.
Ovechkin is in his element. He feints left goes right, pass, shoot score! Crosby sees this and though not normally a pugilist he decides he has to change the game or Ovechkin will lead his team to victory. Right after the drop of the puck that starts the second period, Crosby drops his gloves and begins the fight to decide the momentum of the game. He throws a left, Miss! Ovechkin lands a right and its all over. Crosby leaves the game defeated.
In To Kill a Mockingbird, Scout wants to be a pugilist to defend her father, but Atticus begs her to turn her shoulder and ignore the insults towards her family.
The man took the time before the match to look askance at his opponent. He was nothing like the other people he had fought before, 140 pound scrawny men with no muscle. This man was easily 6 foot 11 weighing 280 pounds, with muscles that looked like they could throw a car with no problem. He had scars running up and down his face that just screamed professional pugilist. He was definitely a man not to be trifled with. Throughout the boxing community his sobriquet was “Bloody Gaven” because none of his opponents ever left the ring without a lot of bruises.”Are you ready?” questioned his trainer. “I will never be ready to face him,” the man replied as he stepped into the ring. His opponent did the same with coordination that seemed impossible for his stature. The bell rang, signifying the matches start. Just as the ringing starting to fade from his ears, the man saw Bloody Gaven running towards him, full speed, going berserk and throwing punches left and right. “If I live through this, it will be a miracle,” thought the man.
Oh my goodness! That was fantastic x20!
One day at gloaming, a flying monkey multiplies into a thounsand flying monkeys just in seconds. It was dark, so nobody knew what was happening until all of the monkeys’ urine undulated, vigorously down on the houses and desintigrated anything that was metal. Everyone awoke and went berserk. Then some kind of magical fairy inconspicuously gave the people the power to fly. The pugilists of the monkeys and the people broke into war. It was the longest battle they had all year (5 minutes), but even though their were more monkeys, the humans won. Since the towns-people were so amazed, they gave a sobriquet for the battle, the Battle of the Flying Monkeys.
I am speechless!
in the cold stands above the arena, I watched the devoted pugilist go down with one hit from his opponent.
The pugilist walked into the ring, furious ,angry and motivted to beat his opponent.
The pugilist standing 5’10 217pds stood in the ring, he was small but packed a big fist, blow after blow eventually he just went on a rampage and bit the other guy’s ear part off.
Guess which boxer did this?