Marcus' Fifth Blog

 Agenda

Take a minute

Blog Corrections

Week 14 Q Q S L

Lit Circles/ Reader's workshop

HW: RJ 14.4, iReady 2 lessons 40-45 mins

I walked into class today pretty tired. Make-up running day and hockey kind of took a lot of energy out of me. I plopped my bag next to my seat, with nobody around me. I felt more isolated and alone in my seat than in the lonesome island of the blog as my best buddy next to me, Ronan Erin Schugren, had left me for Palm Springs to celebrate Kingsley's birthday today. 

Before Ethan read his very funny blog I told him to pick me to do the next one. There would be nobody to talk to either way so might as well get it over with. While correcting it, Akira mentioned that she got edibles from some parent at her school back in third grade which is pretty concerning. Yet I still laughed because it was so out of pocket. After Akira finished describing how she started tweaking out after eating a poisoned cookie, we finished the rest of the blog and read the poem From the Dark Tower by Countee Cullen. In the middle, Rin started to pass out the cake that they made for their book project which was delicious. Though the poem begins as giving us an impression of gloom and darkness, it takes a more hopeful turn at the end as that you can still heal and grow in the dark. People like Leo and Ethan share their three words like growth and hope and the class collaborates to find the rhyme scheme that makes it a poem. It turns out to be a broken sonnet and it is filled with imagery that are metaphors and symbols for people. 

After we collectively decipher the meaning and other aspects of the poem we go on to write our own. The only noise that fills the silent classroom are turning pages and the creaking of the chairs. Riley shares her poem to the class using the prompt of the day three childhood memories. Ethan visits my desk and makes a funny face so I growl back at him. He will be escorted to Marcus' Infamous Tickle Chamber later on. 

Instead of lit circles, Ms. Nakada decided to spend the remainder of the class period reading or writing our own poems. I run into Akira while throwing out my trash who confirms that it was an edible as it smelled like weed. I'm still in disbelief because I don't think that's good for you but anyways Ms. Nakada walks around the class asking us how many poems we've written. I'm a little behind. I'm not that good of a poem writer. I spent all of last night trying to remember the poems I wrote in the notebook I lost. I remembered like half of it and put it in my reading journal which I forgot today. The bell rang, and I see Garfield.