I will admit to being jealous of this hirsute man and his award-winning beard.
This week:
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Monday 1/23–
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Word of the Week
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Finish watching Eva Safferman’s testimony [ http://tc.usc.edu/vhiechoes/video.aspx?testimonyid=20160 ]
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Quickwrite: Why is memory important?
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Writing Prompt
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HW:
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Reading Log due Wednesday
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Final on Block Day
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Tuesday 1/24–
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Model writing: Previous entries
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In-class writing: Response to Eva Safferman (poetry or prose)
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HW:
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Reading Logs & Bathroom Tickets due tomorrow
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Study for Final
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Wednesday 1/25–
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Collect Reading Logs & Bathroom Tickets
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New Reading Logs
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Papers Back
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Collect Writing: Response to Eva Safferman
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Study Time
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HW:
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Study for Final
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Bring SSR book
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Thursday 1/26 & Friday 1/27–(minimum block days)
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Semester Finals
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HW:
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SSR time!
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My dog is so hirsute that every time I pet him a lock of fur ends up in my hand that tends to stay there.
Once a month I turn into a hirsute man. Whose up for TEAM STUART!
Hahahahaa…that’s funny!
Ha!
Hahahaha, one of my favorite comments so far.
Hahaha!
Unfortunately I believe you!!! HA
My dog is very fluffy and cute but sheds everywhere so that our carpet is a hirsute monster that the poor cleaners have to battle with a vacuum.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3iBLq9qSCw&feature=related
“Hey look over at him, mommy!”
“Don’t stare, sweetie. It’s rude.”
“Sorry!”
Everywhere I go, everyone stares. Will there ever be a place where my hirsute appearance won’t be ridiculed? I hate wearing disguises. I hate being poor. I hate this deformity. Am I alone in this world? I need to get away, away from society. I need to find more people like me. I can’t be the only one. But where is this sanctuary? So many questions that can’t be answered….
I like that video. Is this the idea you meant for your Holocaust poem?
Awesome job ,Amanda!
My dog has a hirsute.
You can’t have a hirsute. It’s an adjective, not a noun.
My friend’s hirsute dog sometimes reminds me of a polar bear, or even a blanket. He blends in with his surroundings and is super quiet, so you never know when you are going to run into him or step on him.
chiara i know you’re talking about Olive bwhahaha
I thought Olive was a girl?
I know she is but I made her a him!:D
My neighbor’s dog is so hirsute that you can not see its arms, legs, or even paws. Having the appearance of one big brown ball of cotton candy.
Her shaggy dog is so hirsute that it needs to be groomed once a week!
The gloaming had just begun when he arrived at the alley. Under the sobriquet “Magicman” (the etymology of his nickname was derived from his profession; he was a prestidigitator), he was to meet the renowned pugilist “The Fist”. Normally he wouldn’t be caught dead dealing with the likes of the boxer, but this was a special case. Over the last decade Magicman’s popularity had dwindled down to maybe a handful of fans, his acts were boring and the people knew it. Realizing this he began to think of a new act, one that would elevate him to a fame similar to the great Houdini. He spent hours fabricating the perfect show: one that would be spectacular, one that would be mystifying, and most importantly one that would win his beloved crowd back. He however lacked one thing: a volunteer, or for lack of better words, a victim. “The Fist” was the perfect victim, as he had a tendency to go berserk after a loss in the ring. If that was all that transpired it would be fine; but should his anger rose so did the consequences.
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It was several hours later when the sky changed from navy blue to a bright azure, and that’s when the pugilist came. Magicman tried to appear as inconspicuous as possible as “The Fist” walked closer, as he needed to know what his chances were in case he went berserk. After analyzing him for a moment, this is what he discerned. The title “The Fist” was not attributed to his fighting skills but rather to the shape of his fists. His fists were the size of two watermelons and were extremely hirsute. As Magicman approached him, anger crawled onto his face, and he began to speak,”I hope you have a good reason for calling me here at this hour. I sojourned here on foot, in the rain, because some hocus-pocus wizard decided to acquire my assistance!” Magicman was shocked, he had expected this fist-fighter to be extremely verbose, clumsy with his words.
“I apologize for that, but this was the only time we could meet without causing a kerfuffle. I need you for an act. It won’t be easy, but if we succeed it will land us in eternal glory.”He recapitulated the gist of his plan, and tried to appear helpless, acting as though he was humbled by the pugilist’s presence. It was working.
“I’ll need a moment to think.” He replied with staring askance eyes.
“Okay, take your time.” Magicman muttered. The prospect of coercing him into his act was worth the slight wait. After the pugilist had paced for some time, and scratched his philtrum once or twice, he answered.
“I’ll do it. But promise me one thing, if this does land us in eternal glory I won’t have to fight anymore. That you’ll tell my trainer that I’m done, I hate boxing, but it’s the only thing I’ve ever been good at. I hate hurting people, it fills me with rage and its killing me.” During this confession Magicman’s eyebrows had undulated up and down more than once, this was something he hadn’t expected. He didn’t expect him to think like this, to think like a human.
He was at a loss for words, but was able to whisper,”I- I’ll do my best.”
“Good. Now let me somnambulate my way back home where I can finally rest.” “The Fist” said.
*should his anger rise…
Oh my gosh Liam!!!!!! That was fantastic!!!!
Holy cow, you did it! And it makes sense. And it’s really good!
Oh my gosh Liam! How did you do it?
wow. simply wow.
jeez…
applause amazing “sentence”
I like to look out for hirsute men around town and rate there facial hair from 1-10.
My hirsute dog Dash is so hairy that my friends sometimes call him Chewbacca.
NEVER!!! I <3 Dash!!! And he does not look like Chewy
I feel bad for dog grommers. It must be hard to deal with hirsute dogs every day.
I always thought Hon Solo thought Chewbacca was a hirsute.
The pony was so hirsute that it took hours to clean its fur.
Austin has a very hirsute dog. So much so, sometimes if I wonder if there is actually a dog under all its fur.
It’s a dog
My dog is very hirsute. Her fur looks like fresh snow, and she reminds me of a polar bear.
I wrote about Olive too!:)
He was so hirsute that many people call him Bigfoot!!!!
My old dog used to be hirsute but he sadly passed away.
The hirsute man came up to me
with tufts of hair waving in the breeze.
At first I recoiled in disgust,
but then went to help him as I felt I must.
He had horrible knots in his hair and beard.
He needed to remove them, yet he was scared.
I agreed to help him for a price.
It was an answer I needed; that would suffice.
“Sure,” he said, “I have what you seek.
The answer to number eleven is the letter c.”
Twas twice I read this through,
Only then did i find the clue.
and deleting the previous comment is a must,
or this secret will be a bust.
Nicely done.
At least you’ll get a plus one.
The Hirsute African Tribesman Ran at the car questioning what it is. As the terrified passengers recoiled in fear they then became calm because all the tribesman happened to be was Curious.
The hirsute dog’s coat was so tangeled it couldn’t be brushed.
Almost all of these are about dogs.
The hirsute man was spotted running in the woods and was mistaken for Bigfoot.
Although Chaka was extraordinarily hirsute, he persisted in his efforts to woe Holly. (land of the lost reference)
Santa clause has a hirsute mustache.
My hirsute dog sneaks onto the couch every night. Then, in the morning I walk out of my room to continue sleeping on the couch and I lay in a pile of hair. After this I take a shower (because im disgusted) and go to school. The END
Dogs can be very hirsute.
The hirsute man had to be groomed!
On last weeks list the anonimous boy wrote that she was most likely to become a bearded lady at circus. For she had a very hirsute chin, philtrum, side burns, you name it she had hair there. She knew it was there, she had been teased throughout elementary and middle school. But, then she moved and she thought freshman year in a new town would be different. Of course it wasn’t. On the first day of school somene called her mustache and another person called her chubaka. Why are people so cruel she thought to herself. At the end of school she ran home and when her mother asked her how her first day of school was she broke down and began to cry. Tears flowed from her eyes as if the Hoover damn burst. Her mother ran over to her and asked if she was ok. So she broke down and told her about her issue with bodily hair. But her mother just laughed, she proceeded to say how waxeing, shaving, and using deoderent were just ways to bend over for the man. Her mother then left her crying daughter and headed out to the old tie-die volkswagon van(if you haven’t figured it out her parents were hippies.) So she decided to take her hair issues into her own hands, she reached into her pocket grabbed the vespa keys and rode over to the store. Were she proceeded to buy a razor, waxe, and tweezers. When she got home she went into her room and locked the door. First she grabbed the wax and did her upper lip. She then waxed her chin. Next she grabbed the tweezers and shaped her eyebrows. Finally she pulled her hair out of her face and shaved her legs and underarms. She felt free, like she was 5 pounds lighter or something. She then reached for her secret stashed hairbrush and makeup. placed them on the counter and went to bed. The next week at school the list at school had been printed yet again. This time she supposedley had the best butt in school. This offended her however more than the bearded lady one.
Great job!!!!
There is an alledged hirsute creature who wonders the woods. In search of unsuspecting campers to………. say hello to.
My dad said that when I grow up I will be a “Hirsute Fella”.
My neighbor’s cat is very hirsute.
I licked hirsute man and some of the hair stuck to my tongue. Yum
the hirstute man
hirsute
Grizzly man is very hirsute.
I have hirsute dog. His hair gets all over my house and then we have to clean it up!
I got chased by a hirsute mountain lion when I was trancing down the wilderness road.
A very hirsute man got attacked by a very hirsute cat while exersizing.
Cats are so hirsute, they are so cute, sometimes poems rhyme. This one doesn’t.
Amazing poem Becca!
Adolf Hitler’s signature mustache was hardly hirsute enough to covered his philtrum.
My head is hirsute.
As I walked down the sandy beach on a dark, moonless, fearful night, something caught my eye. Whoever….or whatever it was seemed to be somnambulating along the shore. It looked as if it were half asleep. As the creature moved closer I stood my ground expecting to be up against Mount Everest. Acting as a pugilist I threw pathetic punches into the air, but it was too late, my sojourn to the beach….was over. I was recapitulating in my mind all that just happened all at the same time as the creature got closer and closer. And suddenly I thought it was a prestidigator moving so fast and getting so close as to almost touch my philtrum. And then ‘WOOSH, BAM’ an azure light in the distance, my vision gone blurry! And the next thing I knew I found myself drifting in the middle of the ocean.
You never even said hirsute…
I like it, but you never said the word hirsute.
The Neanderthal with his hirsute body, could withstand extremely cold temperatures.
My dog is very hirsute, her hair is very thin but she sheds very easily.
My dog is so hirsute, that it can shed hair hourly.
My friends brother is very hirsute for his age, so I bought him a razor and shaving cream.
The hipster was trying to grow something somewhat to a lumberjack beard, but it turned out to look like a hirsute mess.
Whenever I see a man looking quite hirsute, that is pretty much the only thing that I notice about them.
In old-time Coney Island, there were amusement parks called Luna Park, Dreamland, and Steeplechase Park. The parks would have sideshow exhibits, including dwarfs, contortionists, and hirsute women on display.
Bigfoot is an animal with an indisputable hirsute.
Chad has to shave twice a day so he doesn’t get a hirsute on his face.
When you see Taylor Lautner’s body as a werewolf, he comes across as one of the most hirsute werewolves in twilight.
Screaming. Shrill, human screaming. A horrible, horrific sound. The chaos of the creatures’ exclamations made me jump. Up ahead, a rather hirsute man fled the panic, two young, complaining children in tow.
I yearned to fight back, but I couldn’t bring myself to make these creatures leave me to my solitude. Fighting just wasn’t an option. She was in the crowd. The woman. Kay, I believe her name was. She did nothing to calm the petrified mass, but I understood…she couldn’t. These were her people.
Amidst the disarray and confusion, two of the creatures stood calm and collected, watching me intently with a peculiar look on their face. Never before had I felt this burning desire to be different, anyone else, anywhere else. All I wanted at that moment was to be one of them.
Suddenly, everything became silent. The two who had watched me began to slowly approach, one fiddling with an odd handheld machine. Moving, I soon realized, wasn’t an option either. My legs felt pinned to the ground. Kay screamed. It was then, I’ve realized, that I gave up. The pair was uncomfortably close now. Twenty steps away. Ten steps away.
A signal was passed between the two creatures. A trigger was pulled.
As a flame seared through my flesh, my eyesight began to blur. The noise of the creatures began again, a spine-chilling crescendo, and as my vision faded into darkness, I sighed. This would be the end of the tragically misunderstood creature of Black Lagoon.
My dog is so hirsute that when he drools on himself no one can tell it’s wet.
My friend has a very hirsute face and when he shaved it he only shaved half of it.
The hirsute man cause quite a kerfuffle when he walked around the street with nothing but azure flag.
Being very hirsute can lead to lack of friends.