Like a strange, azure eye, the moon watched over the creatures of the night.
This week:
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Monday–
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Word of the Week
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Highlight essays–opportunity for revision
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HW:
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L. 7 ex. A,B,C due tomorrow
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Final Revisions due tomorrow–STAPLE TO YOUR HIGHLIGHTED ESSAY
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Tuesday–
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Check and Review ex. A,B,C
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Turn in Essays (if revised)
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Review Punctuation Practice (underlining & quotation marks)
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HW:
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Study Vocabulary & Spelling
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Wednesday–
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Punctuation Practice (apostrophes, hyphens, parenthesis, brackets, dashes)
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Study Lesson 7 / SSR time
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HW:
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Bring SSR book
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Study Lesson 7 Spelling & Vocabulary
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Thursday/Friday–
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Lesson 7 test
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SSR time
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Quickwrite
- Video “The Eye of the Storm”
- Journal Write
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HW:
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READ!!!
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The painting in the museum stood out to me because of the snow and the azure moon looking over the mountain tops.
I’m first!!!
My azure eye matched the ocean on a rainy day!
only one eye claire?
The azure horizon reflected solemnly over the calm undulating ocean.
Nice one!
The combination of a mixture of clouds and the right time of day will make the sky a beautiful azure.
At night, the lights under the water made the pool emit a soft glow of a faint azure color.
When I opened a bag of tropical skittles all of the skittles fell out one the desk in Miss.Silvers class and I noticed a bright purple one , a neon green one, a pretty pink one and an azure one.
As i watched the sunset from the bench at the beach, the sky turned a beautiful azure color as the sun faded.
You would only see a king wearing something like the color azure which is why it’s a very hard color to find in clothing. Which is why you don’t see a person walking down the street wearing this color.
I wish my eyes were this color. It’s such a beautiful color.
As I am typing right now I look out my window and look up at the sky and guess what color it is?
It’s azure!
NO WAY!
I stare out at the vast, open water of the ocean. The color is a breathtaking shade of azure, the one you can only get at gloaming. I hear footsteps crunching againt the pebble like sand towards me and turn around. It’s Fiori my sister, she plopps down a small bag of clams and throws a blanket at me.
“Your cold,” she says as she pops a clam in her mouth.
“Why are you here?” I retort. Fiori simply just lays down, my bad temper is always expected now a days.
“Not like I have anything better to do,” she sighs and hands me a clam. I shove it away, we should be saving it for dinner.
“You have to eat you know,” is all she decides to say.
“I will eat, when its dinner and mom comes home,” I say. Fiori sighs again, grabs a twig near her and begins to draw in a soft part of the sand. Suddenly she picks up a rock and throws it in the ocean. I watch as the water undulates after the blow but then turns back to normal.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, just the same routine every day, “let me guess the center decided on another law to…”
Before I can finish Fiori chucks a letter at me. “You figure it out!” she says her voiced raised. I read the heading and my heart sinks below is a picture of dad….just then the bell rings, a guard comes out and tells us to go home. I stuff the letter in my pocket and start walking home. Fiori follows me slowly and continues to sob. I don’t get it, its been 3 years since his death, why does somebody bring it up now? And where on earth did Fiori get her hands on something that belonged only to the rich?
(Maybe a continuation of the other story from last weeks blog…..hope you enjoyed)
I love it! It sounds like a combination of Matched and the Hunger Games with a touch of Allison thrown in.
Great job!!!(:
Since the day she was old enough to know what she wanted, Jessie had longed for the perfect man to sweep her off her feet, take her away, and propose a lifetime together. In her daydreams, Jessie could picture his face, his voice, the way he moved. She imagined how he would ask for her hand, slipping onto her finger a delicate, dainty, thin silver band with a perfect moon-shaped azure embedded in the middle. She could picture the wedding, her mother crying and her perfect fiancee standing at the altar, looking handsome in his black suit, waiting for her, and only for her. She could see it all in her mind’s eye, but Jessie would never be able to foresee the shock and surprise coming that would determine her twisted fate forever.
Sorry. *azure stone embedded in the middle.
mysterious and good…but next week PLZ post what will happen!
Good job!!!(:
As I gazed into the pond at my reflection, I could feel someone watching me. I stood up and turned around , and there standing before me was my sister staring at me with azure colored eyes.
8 year old Julia walked down the small, but comforting streets of Willow Falls. The city was so small they had less than 200 people. She had just moved here a week ago in the oldest house there. The white paint was peeling , the wood floors squeaked but it was huge. Nobody had lived here over 100 years. Her mom still liked it though. During the day everything seemed usual, but at night she heard footsteps outside her door. She had heard these strange sounds for a week and she was going to find out who it was. After dinner she said ” Goodnight mom.” and went to her bedroom but stayed awake. She heard the old clock struck midnight, then again those footsteps. She opened the door slowly to reveal a little girl about her age. I’m sorry if I woke you up. I’m Ana what’s your name. Do you want to play with me?” She had curly blonde hair with a red bret in it, and azure eyes. She was wearing a white dress.” I’m Julia and I”ll play with you tommorow.” With that she closed the door and went to bed. After that she didn’t hear the footsteps anymore. They played the next day and for the next week. One day Julia brought Alice down to meet her mom and went to the bathroom. Nobody knows why but when Julia got back she found her mother dead with a knife in her heart. There was no trace of Alice either except for her red bret, the faint sound of footsteps, and Alice’s voice whispering in her ear “You’re next.” The next day Alice was also found dead due to a bullet in her heart along with her mother, The police searched for the mureder of them but was never found.
The End
Oops. I meant Ana not Alice
I also meant that Julia was the one who died due to a bullet in the heart.
CREEPY!
After stealing five dollars from my brother, I showed up the next day with a azure eye.
If someone has an azure face them they are probably choking and you need to save them.
Today at school there was a kid wearing a azure shirt.
The sky became a beautiful azure, as the rainbow appeared after the hard rainfall.
i saw the double rainbow on monday!!
It was the most beautiful time of day, so I decided to take a stroll around the park. I looked up and there I saw a breathtaking view of the sky. I stood there in awe about how beautifully the azure sky reflected down on the plants.
They can’t catch me! I can’t let them! They can’t win! My dress and heals make it hard to run. While turning around a corner, I grab onto one of my heals and throw it at them. I keep running. I manage to get other and throw it too. I tear my dress at my knee and it drops to the floor. I look back to see how close they are to me. Three of them are far behind but one of them is close. I turn another corner around a castle. I sprint to a nearby hay-bail and throw myself into it.
“She went that way!!” The gaurds keep running. I watch them turn around the next corner.All this fuss over a little necklace. It was mine in the first place.
A haunting melody fills through the air, suffocating my ears. I peek my head from the hay-bail and look around. No one, yet the melody continues. I look up to the roof of the castle. Who is he? And what is he doing there? A young boy, about the age of fifteen, is standing ontop of the castle playing the flute. Is he crazy? Has he lost his mind? He turns his head and sees me. I quickly hide. His music stops. I’m caught for sure. I’m a goner.
“Excuse me miss, I can’t help but notice you staring at me from a far.” I clench my the necklace in my hands and gather the stength to look at the voice. It’s the boy from the top of the castle.
“It’s mine! You can’t have it!” I squeeze the necklace in my hands even more. His outfit looks like that of a jester. I look at his eyes. They are a beautiful color of azure. I reconize those eyes. I can’t bare to look at him so I quickly look away. I can’t look into those eyes. Not again, not after what happened last time.
Awesome job!!
what happened last time I want to know. great story Amanda! Amazing, like always.
I really want to dye my dogs hair azure. It would be funny.
Joe was the only kid in his class with azure-colored eyes.
The azure moon rose over the green, undulating pasture, trading places with the blinding sun. I glanced out at the fields where my cows were grazing. I quickly snapped out of my day dream and saw the world for what it really was. The azure moon turned to black, covered with the polluted air of our creation. The “green pasture” turned dead and brown, with the acid rain that fell. The cows’ bones collapsed on the ground and soon melted into the poisonous, dead grass. “What happened? What have we done to our once luscious world? For it is without life and without life there cannot be death. There is nothing, nothing at all.” I thought. I turned around and walked back to my termite infested house. It was not a house, more like a few pieces of wood, with one room. I had one pot, one blanket, one bowl, one spoon, and one me. I picked up the lifeless grass along the way, to put in my “soup”. I could not make soup that well, because there was only toxic venom in the world, and no love. I picked up a pen and piece of my last paper and began to write. “When you run from things you do not know, you cannot bring what you love. All love has died that is why we must change. This world became this way because of factories, polluting our once clear, clean, oxygen filled air. Because of oil spills, killing our oceans, which provided us with food, water, and transport. Wars, killing innocent people, not everyone may be innocent in your mind but everyone was born innocent. We have people killing people for what? For land? We have some. For oil? Find a different source of energy. For food? Learn to grow some. The world is bias. Factories are good in a mind of someone who owns one, they are just making money. Making money will kill and always has. Governments need money to build bombs, to kill. To build guns, to kill. Not everything is bad in this world, but most things are. Quoting my sister, who died in a fire at a factory, ” It is impossible for one person to change the world.” I think it is as well, but I do know this,people can change. You need to understand that for future generations, people need to change so they can change the world.” I signed my name, Elizabeth Anne Taylor. I grabbed my last time travel capsule. A time travel capsule is a small, black jar with a number pad on the front. I rolled up the piece of paper and placed it in the jar. I tightened the lid and punched in the date, ” November 9, 2012.” Poof! It disappeared into thin air arriving… I don’t know, but hopefully somewhere, somehow, someone will find it. I mashed up the still contaminated grass, and ate it. I knew it would kill me it is what I wanted after all, I knew that no one would listen to my letter. I knew that somewhere, somehow, someone did find it, and thought nothing of it. After all the future is already here.
I’m not sure why I wrote this but I did. And what I mean by, “The future is already here.” Is that Elizabeth was meant to write the letter and the person that found it was meant not to care. The world ended up like that because the people didn’t realize what was happening until it had already happened and it was too late. I am not sure if that is how to spell, ” bias”. I meant the definition for, “one-sided.”
It would be fun to have azure hair for a day.
Yes, yes it would
After an early colorful sunset, and when the colors start to drift away, you can see a wonderful azure sky. Instead of the oranges, and reds during the sunset, the sky is filled with blue and purple streaks that stretch across the gloaming.
Great job!!
Beautifully written
Oh how to describe my love for you. It is larger than the vast oceans, taller than Mount Everest, and greater than hot cocoa on a cold winter morning. Just seeing you is the highlight of my day. Seeing you sit there with your perfect light brown hair, flawless tan skin, and deep azure eyes. I could drown in your eyes. Your deep husky voice makes me melt, if only I could her those three little words escape your lips. Then I would die of joy, but I don’t get to hear those words. I don’t get to, however she does. Why her? Why her and not me? Have I done wrong? Am I not pretty enough, funny enough, sweet enough? Tell me what to do and I will do it. Just so i can be good enough for you. Just so I can be enough for you.
For now I’m not good enough for you. For now I don’t deserve you. But someday I will! I will be pretty enough, funny enough, and sweet enough. When that day comes we can be together. We will be so happy that we’ll cry just seeing each other every day. I will be yours and you will be mine.
But, till that day comes I will settle for this. This secret love that I keep bottled up inside. Just waiting for the day when we can be together.
Susan put down her pencil and read over her loopy writing. She then grabbed the paper and ripped it up.
WONDERFUL!!!! Love it:)
Thank you!
Amazing job!!!!I love it!!!
When I went to my cousins house over the weekend I realized that her eyes were azure.
As she looked up to see his face, she couldn’t help but notice his beautiful azure eyes. At that moment she realized that she had more feelings for him than she thought.
The sunset was an azure color.
Sunlight streams through the windows and her brown eyes gaze at the crackling fireplace. The warmth seeps into her blanket covering her feet, and a smile grows on her face. The window provides a perfect view to the azure pacific ocean.
Remember me Ms. Silver?
I’m happy to see that some of your students are writing mini stories like I did on here! I miss you!
P.s. Did you read Seeing Redd yet?
Of course I remember you, Megs! Thanks for posting.
I love azure. Azure is the color of my shirt. Spray-paint my dog azure. Also, my pants are azure. My house is azure. My heart is azure. My blood is red.
As the sun made the ocean glisten. You could see a beautiful azure color.
The prestidigitator pulled out an azure bunny out of his hat and then chopped his head off.
What the what?
The man walked into the room holding an azure plate, offering to sell it for 1,000,000,000,000 dollars.
My sister knew that the cheese was old when there were azure colored spots on it.
As the sun slowly crept beneath the waves of the azure ocean, I tried to capture the last ounce of heat so I could save it for a cold, rainy day. The sun finally disapeared, and I was left with the longing for more. But I told myself, there was always tomorrow.
Unless the earth explodes.
Watching the azure sky settle into blackness reminded me that I forgot to leave an answer to the test. I’ll try to make it up to you!! <3 Ms. Silver
You should give us all candy
You should give us all A’s on the test.
In my opinion, I think azure eyes are overrated.
The crisp rustling of the verdure was the only definable sound in the swaying landscape. The spring wind whispered sweet stories, and the gentle warmth of the sun caressed the array of flowers. Milky angel’s trumpet stood proud, waxy pink tulips waltzed in the breeze, delicate yellow daffodils sang trill melodies. The rhythmic drumming of her footsteps was the only assurance that she wasn’t dreaming. A few faces ahead of her, a snow white rabbit scurried across the path. No sooner had the creature doven into the flora that she noticed that a glossy silver pocket-watch had taken its place. Curious, she gingerly picked it up and wiped the dirt away with her thumb revealing a peculiar sight: the numbers on the clock had been placed in the oddest of places. The 12 was where the 4 should have been, the 6 in place of the 11. Puzzled, she flipped over the shiny clock. On the back, engraved, was a cryptic phrase: “Matter, time does not. Late you are, and late you shall be.”
Frowning, she stuffed the watch into the pocket of her dress and continued on her way. Twisted green tendrils reached out, as though to take hold of her. To her suprise, they seemed to laugh at her-a cruel sound-and stifled, whispered conversations followed her as she strode along the trail. Baffled and aware of this new eruption of sound, she slowed her pace to a halt and glanced over her shoulder. “Hello? Is someone there?” she asked, listening eagerly. All became quiet. A soft crunch, originating from a few steps to her front, interrupted the silence. At once, a vibrant, azure geranium in full bloom swung to face her, blocking her path. The flower was massive. To her fascination, the flower straightened its stem and replied with conviction, “No no no. You simply CAN’T be Alice.”
Thank you for this–it made my day.
I meant set in the oddest of places!
Also, it was supposed to be a few paces ahead.
The zombie has azure eyes thart pulled in its pray
Azure is a very popular color of silk in many parts of the world.
The ice-rink was rather small, but it was highly populated. Groups of people would skate by all holding hands, little kids occupied the walls, and Amy was having some difficulty staying on her feat. She had made it around the rink a couple of times before she started to lose her balance. So she began to flail my arms violently through the air. Abruptly, out of no where a women came up behind Amy and ran into her arm. Amy’s right hand smacked the women right in the middle of the face. The lady became disorient and skidded forward on her belly, laughing the whole time. Amy began to apologize repeatedly. The ice-rink staff then came over and gave her a lesson on what to do when she lost her balance. Amy brushed it off and continued to skate. After a couple of laps a little boy flew by her and they bumped in to one another. The boy fell onto his butt, so Amy decided it was better for her to get off the ice before she gave anymore people azure bruises.
By the way this story is based on what happened to me ice-skating this weekend, I’m Amy.
I can picture this!
Weirdest coincidence…
My sister went ice skating last week, collided with a friend of hers, fell, and broke her leg. My sister’s name is Amy.
Katie’s a fortune teller!
The mountains turned an azure color as the clouds passed over.
Sometimes in freezing cold temperatues my hands will turn to a slight azure color.
The azure sky fades into the orange glow of the setting sun.
When people look into azure eyes they see beauty, but when people look into green eyes they serenity and feel at peace
i meant to put a period… sorry: When people look into azure eyes they see beaty, but when people look into green eyes they see serenity and feel at peace.
The beautiful azure flowers bloomed in the soft, inviting spring air.