Last night’s sky caused quite a kerfuffle among the town’s forty residents. Luckily, the one school bus was gassed and ready for immediate evacuation, and within thirty minutes the town of Strikehere was abandoned.
This week:
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Monday 1/9–
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Word of the Week
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Compare terms: holocaust, Holocaust, Shoah ; primary/secondary sources
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Read article “Kristallnacht” & take notes
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Watch video testimony: “Kurt Messerschmidt”
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Journal #2
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HW:
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L. 8 ex A,B,C due tomorrow
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L. 8 test on block day
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Begin studying for finals
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Tuesday 1/10–
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Check & Review ex. A,B,C
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Discuss Journal #2
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discuss “anti-semitism” / Map: “Jewish Communities in Europe before the Nazis Rise to Power”
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Video testimonies: “What was life like before Nazi control?”
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Read article: “The Rise of Hitler”
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Discussion: “What if?”
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HW:
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Read
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Study L. 8
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Wednesday 1/11–
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Video Testimony: “Life in the Ghettos”
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Photo: “The Bridge Over Lodz”
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Write Journal #3
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Read article “The Ghetto” & answer questions
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Read excerpts from The Diary of Dawid Sierakowiak
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HW:
- Study Lesson 8
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Bring SSR book
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Thursday 1/12 ; Friday 1/13–
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Lesson 8 Test
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SSR time
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Read excerpt from Elie Wiesel’s Night
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Read children’s poetry recovered from ghettos and concentration camps
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Begin Writing a found poem (finish on Tuesday)
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HW:
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Study for Vocab Final
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Reading Logs due Wednesday, 1/25
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My fat cat Lucille ran into the window when she had a kerfuffle with the neighborhood cats last friday night.
My fat dog does that!!!!
A big brown bear and little bunny had a kerfuffle and the big brown bear won.
Its funny how one kid acting out during class can cause such a kerfuffle.
Timmy caused a kerfuffle when he started screaming at a pack of wild kittens.
My dog caused a kerfuffle when she ran outside and broke through my screen door just so she can go chase a bird.
My brother went into my room and caused a kerfuffle in my room!
The kerfuffled girl turned everything small into a tragedy.
The power outages last night caused quite a kerfuffle.
When my older brother and I get into kerfuffles, he always wins.
When I get into a kerfuffle with my mom I usually win.
I go for surgery on my arm on the 20. Get to skip the whole day.
Not being able to find the last piece to my puzzle caused quite a kerfuffle.
My brother sometimes can be a kerfuffle.
When I didn’t get my homemade cake, I went into complete kerfuffle on my mom. I then got my cake. I was very excited.
One day, Sally was walking home from school. She was really craving her grandmother’s homemade chocolate chip cookies. Her stomach started to growl from the thought of it. Suddenly, she remembered that last night she had left herself one more for when she got home. Thinking of this, she started to walk faster. When she arrived home, she immediately went to the cookie jar. She opened the lid and a huge frown came up on her face. She was furious! All of a sudden, she new who took the cookie. It was her brother Timmy. She turned around and saw that Timmy with the golden cookie in his hand. She went berserk as she bolted to him. They started to fight for it. They looked like to pugilists in a boxing arena. A few minutes later, Sally’s mom walked in the door. Her first question was what happened. Timmy was the first to speak. He was very verbose with his answer. Then it was Sally’s turn. She recapitulated what had happened. At the end, Sally’s mom took a sojourn to the market and brought back some yummy new cookies. “All this kerfuffle was pointless. Next time just tell me we had no cookies and I will get some more!” exclaimed Sally’s mom.
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Bad Timmy!
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The dancer made a huge kerfuffle when she fell down on the stage.
When the girl bumped into me, my binder and all my papers made a big kerfuffle while everyone paced to their next class.
The student tried really hard to foucs, trying to block out the kerfuffle in the background.
My dog got into a huge kerfuffle with the pitbull right across the street from my house.
My cat got in a kerfuffle with her tail, it was very entertaining.
The cops came to the house next to mine because they got a call for domestic kerfuffle.
It was a normal day, the typical temperature 71 degrees. Third period was ending at its usual time 11:10 , everything was just the same.
“I bet if a hurricane went throught this small, old town it still wouldn’t change,” I muttered to myself. I wanted it to be different, I could only take so much of the same routine repeated day after day after day.
‘You got to be the change Anna, you can’t just wait for things to change’ as Ms. Jay had said this morning during World Awareness/Health class.
“Well then I guess I’ll be the change Ms. Jay,” I said.
“What are you talking about?” I was so far off daydreaming I didn’t realize I was actually talking outloud.
“HELLO? Anna, ugh you’re spacing out again. Heellllo?! Anna you’re talking to yourself!” Beside me my best friend ,probably since we were babies, Jane nudged me and snapped her fingers in my face.
“Sorry, gosh what did I say this time?” I replied shoving her hand away from my face.
“You said, ‘well then I guess I’ll be the change Ms. Jay’ and I asked you what you were talking about and you didn’t reply. You’ve got to stop doing that!” she said.
“It’s not that big of a deal…..” I was cut off, when I heard a bunch of noise coming from the front office.
“What is happening?” Jane said, walking faster towards the giant crowd.
“OMG! Have you seen him? He’s A.M.A.Z.I.N.G!” said Christy J.
“Who’s he?” I asked.
“His name is Leo and he’s new and he’s AMAZING!” Christy replied. Something new I thought, no wonder why there was quite a kerfuffle in front of the office.
Great job! But why is Leo so amazing? Hmmmm…
Good job!!!
“She’s about this tall,” Jessie motioned with her hand to the officer. “She has hazel eyes and hair that some people would call mousy brown,” she described. When the officer had asked her to convey the appearance of her younger sister, Drew, Jessie found tears cultivating in her eyes, despite the brave face she was trying to put on. Drew had disappeared a few hours earlier, leaving only the journal you could always find her clutching. The journal had stated, in Drew’s chaotic handwriting, that Drew no longer loved her life the way she used to, and planned to kill herself. Only a little bit after Jessie had found the suicide note, she heard the eerie wail of a police car. The officer had told her they had found Drew’s old, worn leather coat by the stream just a little ways away, and that Drew had written her name and address on a slip of paper that she had tucked into one of the many pockets. Jessie recalled her sister’s provoking ways, and talent for being able to push Jessie’s buttons to no extent. But she also fondly remembered Drew’s lighthearted laugh, her disheveled hair, and the way she could always make Jessie smile, come rain or shine, anger or ecstasy. Jessie missed her sister more than she cared to say.
Oh, my gosh! I forgot to add the word of the week!
Jessie’s mind darkened when she was reminded of the kerfuffle she had had with Drew just the week before. It consisted of hollering and screeching, wailing and weeping. Drew had screamed that she never wanted to talk to Jessie again, and deserted the room. She had, of course, apologized to Jessie at breakfast the next morning, but she hadn’t seemed quite the same since. She appeared to be distant and disconnected, as if she was living in a completely different world that Jessie would never be able to visit.
Nice short story!
My sister and I got into a kerfuffle because of a hairdryer when we were little. So how it happened was when I left the room to get a hairbrush she took it so that’s when I came back I got so mad at her I bit her and she started to ball with tears. But when I started to appologise to her she told me that the reason she was crying wasn’t because it hurt her so much but because she knew that any second now I was going to get into alot of trouble. And she felt really bad about it so my mom didn’t get too mad at me.
There once was a kerfuffle in a bar. It was the Geico Gecko against a lion. The gecko pulled out space beetle guns and wonded the lion. Then the lion gave the gecko a hi-five, and then ate him. Fin.
I rolled over trying so hard to sleep, when the thing I truly wished I could do was wake up. Wake up and forget this terrible nightmare they call the ghetto. Wakeup and not constantly be replaying the horridness of what I’ve seen, heard, and felt. When I first came her everyone was making a kerfuffle. But now everyone is too tired and too hungry. I feel as if all the good has been drained out of the world. My mother has lost her mind and become very depressed. Most days we are lucky to see her outside. And my little sister, no one truly knows where she is now. One day when she was playing hide and go seek the nazis came and took people. After they left we never found her. Then there’s my father. He puts on a brave face, but I know how scared he is. Finally there’s me, I’m just the jew. I lost my identity and joy the moment my world shattered. So here I am and here is where I will be kept. Here is where I will be pushed, i will be shoved, and i will eventually die.
Amazing! I especially like the end.
Thank you!!!
Fantastic!!!(:
Drifting into Matt’s lane at Talega can cause quite a kerfuffle.
I looked at my friend with a kerfuffled face.
The girl had a kerfuffle with her sister over clothes!
The shortage of coffee caused quite a kerfuffle at the bake sale last night.
All the people protesting against the company’s new policies caused quite the kerfuffle.
After that, I don’t think he’d ever talk to me. He hates vampires. It’s horrible and cruel, isn’t it? It’s not my fault, I was born this way. After that kerfuffle…oh man. It wouldn’t be that bad of a problem if it were anyone else. I don’t want to die, but he’s after me now. I can still remember the look of hatred in his eyes. Those eyes of his had glown the deepest of red I’d ever seen. His fang peeked out of his mouth and pierced his own lip. His hair fell over his eyes, but you could still see them glowing. He looked so cruel, like some sort of dictator. “Hanabusa,you will regret this. Get away from me now, before I kill you.” I still remember, the small drop of water I watched fall from his face. Was it a tear? Or was it the rain?
The sun had almost gone down. The bride said her last vow to her groom and the priest pronounced them husband and wife. As they walked down the narrow passage of sand in between all of the guests, the bride saw something move. She looked closer and it was a snake. The snake slithered throughout the sand leaving the guests in complete fright causing a kerfuffle. They finally found the snake so they could carry on the after party.
Are the flashcards due tuesday?
Nope.
As I left the party, my “friends” joined me. We sifted through the kerfuffle, squeezing by the other, more abnoxious soon-to-be highschool dropouts. I didn’t know what I was trying to do or who I was trying to impress because most people just don’t like me. My name is Patunia (lovely name isn’t it?) but the biggest jerk in school and his…….”clan” so to speak throw ugly words at me like Pootunia or Tuna Girl. I have nobody. Not one single person even cares, until he came along. It was a typical day for me; wake up, get dressed (in the clothes “nobody would ever envy”) go to school, do my “friends” homework, and then sit through 5 long and boring classes. Sixth period was my favorite. English with Mr. Gold. It was just me, books, and the back corner and an empty desk.
“Alright class,” Mr. Gold spoke, ” we have a new student. He’s from England, I want you all to be nice and such. Blah, blah, blah.”
I vaguely heard the squeaky hinges cry out to me but I would not look up and waste my heart on a no good-
“Ummm, I don’t have a place for you to sit,” Mr. Gold took a breath, interupting my thoughts.”Ah I see one there, in the corner.”
I looked up from my book in time to see a boy, staring at me intently with the most gorgeous blue eyes ever. That is when my heart melted, became drawn to him. Then, he spoke:
“Nikolaus Connoway.”
He turned back to the front.
“I like your shirt.”
When the lights went out it caused a kerfuffle in the jam packed room where forty anxious students were waiting for lunch.
There was a minor kerfuffle as the kids tried to find their way out.
Maurice Richard ( also known by his sobriquet “the Rocket”) created quite a kerfuffle with the crowd when he tied up the game. The fans seemed to go berserk as they simultaneously undulated to create the wave in celebration of the goal. As he left the ice he seemed to fabricate a whole new level of noise in a simple wave of his hand. But what was inconspicuous was the pass given by team mate Gee Lafleur. So Maurice (being the gentleman he is) goes to Gee and says, ” You were like a Prestidigitator tonight. Thanks for the pass”. Maurice’s philtrum vibrated as he laughed….. his 100th goal. So ended the Canadiens sojourn in New York and they headed home. As Maurice looked out the window of the plane he saw the beautiful azure colored sky and thought, ” How beautiful it must be when gloaming”. His team mate gave him an askance look so he focused his attention on getting some sleep. He finally reached his home and recapitulated the night…..”Perfect”.
Everything had to be perfect; precise down to the last detail. The uniform of Lord Alzate had to be crisp, free of any crease. The blood-red dress of the woman, Lady Annabelle, had to compliment her figure and depict her in a pose no less than natural. The image that danced in his mind made the young artist anxious. This opportunity meant the world to his career. His objective? To paint a portrait of the lord and lady in all their glory. With a deep breathe and a nervous gulp, he began to paint.
First, the woman, seated elegantly on a cream sofa. Approaching the task with initial broad strokes of red, he hummed softly to himself, a habit he’d attained over the years. That was the simplest of her features. As he began the angular stroke of the Lady’s chin, a shameless bang on the door of the gallery make the artist, Vincenzo, nearly jump. “Come in,” he yelled, irritated, to the door.
What happened next would baffle him for years. In came a flood, a mass, of well-dressed bodies. Men in suits and general’s uniforms, women in cascading silk. There was, he inferred, almost forty people, all completely engrossed in each others company. Absolute bedlam. Vincenzo hollered, yelling in vain for the emptiness of his modest-sized gallery. Suddenly, he heard the most horrific sound he could imagine resonate behind him. The deafening tear of canvas. It had fallen to the floor, and beneath the shoe of a brunette aristocrat in regal violet apparel. “No,” he whispered to himself. “No! Get out! All of you! GET OUT!” Outraged, he intoned a long string of profanities, shouting at the top of his lungs. Confused as the crowd seemed to be, they received the message. They shuffled out the door with haste. As the last few people filed through the threshold, Vincezo crumbled to the ground, devastated. His face in his hands, he muttered to himself, “My, what a kerfuffle that was. And my portrait!” The thin line of Lady Annabelle’s chin was broken, separated by a horrible tear. Defeated by a suprising agent of chaos, Vincenzo began to weep.
when the man tried to get to work there was a kerfuffle trying to get there
I look mischievously over at my friend to see how she takes my question. “You want to start a kerfuffle?” she questions, looking around nervously to see if anyone heard. “You know it!” she said, making up her mind. “It has to be big,” I thought out loud. “No, huge!” my friend exclaimed. “Well that can mean only one thing, right?” I questioned. We locked eyes, and right as she understood what I was thinking we both yelled at the top of our lungs, “FOOD FIGHT!” The next thing we know, everyone is throwing food across the room, going berserk. We snuck out of the lunch room, not wanting to get in trouble for the mess we started.