Agenda
Take a minute
Blog/corrections
NaPoWriMo Day 10
Week 12: Quiz
HW: Read & Write a poem a day!
I walked into the classroom, and emphasis on walked. I sat down, and took out my notebook and orange color changing pencil. I opened my notebook and turned to my 13th poem, and finished it. As we did the take a minute, I remembered that I didn't open my binder reminder, but that reminded me that I had already filled out the agenda for the week last Monday. After that, Carly read her blog with an imaginary Chrysta which got us a point, and a chance for a party this week. After that, Jenson suggested that maybe Olivia should be separated after she said something out loud and Ms. Nakada agreed. We then moved on to reading "Sorrow Is Not My Name" by Ross Gay and Ms. Nakada said that we should have 10 poems read last friday. We talked about how a bird can be ugly or not, and a vulture is an ugly bird, but the person in the story is admiring it, and it is an ugly bird. We talked about the reasons that the author gives in the story to live and the nice things in the world. The Samsung smartboard glitched for a few seconds as we went over the last few lines.
After reading that poem, Ms. Nakada then repeated that she is going to check if you have 10 poems read. The poem prompt for today was a "mini" poem, to make it about something small, and the class started chatting. Somewhere, I'm not sure where from, I heard something about fish sticks and a comment from Jack. Ms. Nakada then said "Where is the pizza?" because from what I guessed, that pizza was supposed to arrive sometime then. Nolan then came up to my table to staple something from his notebook. Jack then asked me to read a part of my blog as I was working on my next poem, which I called "The Number Ten" by Rahm Ozone, and it went like this:
One. One of you, only one.
Two. Two directions your life can go in.
Three. Three parts of your life.
Four. Four keys needed to take your mind away.
Five. Five school days in a week.
Six. Six periods in a school day.
Seven. Seven days of the week.
Eight. Eight minutes to the final bell (true from this time)
Nine. Nine books in my backpack.
Ten. The number that is always even,
can be changed, but always even.
In the middle of writing my poem, Ms. Nakada came over and checked how many poems I read and wrote. We then started the quiz, which descended the classroom into silence. Well, except for the sound of Ms. Barbeau talking to her students in the classroom over from ours. I worked on the quiz and multitasked with writing the blog, writing another poem, trying to ignore the sounds of other classrooms, and finishing the quiz. I finished the quiz, with somehow getting 8/10 for the 16th time in a row. I don't know how I do it, I just do. After Ms. Nakada said that we could close our Chromebooks when we were done, the class started to chatter again. After a while, Ms. Nakada then told us to put our poetry packets away after we finished our time to write a poem or read a book, and we then started to pack up. As we were packing up, Ms. Nakada shouted some comments to some students who didn't finish some assignments. Jack came up to gawk at how much I wrote, and I showed him my three paragraphs and poem. I then started to pack up very quickly, as I had 30 seconds to the bell. I checked to see if my candy from Ms. Painter was still in my backpack, and packed up my stuff. Then, I'm assuming the bell rang, and we got dismissed side by side.
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