- Write one paragraph– what do you think the princess chose? Why? What would you choose?
- Write a letter to your future self. What do you hope to accomplish ten years from now?
- Answer the questions on page 1257
- Write a one page response to this story. Talk about your different names, including your Chinese name, your English name, any nicknames and their significance to you and your family.
Read “Two Kinds” by Amy Tan Two Kinds, Amy Tan
- Answer the questions at the end of the story, page 521, 1-7
- Answer the questions on page 1200, 1-9
He rode through the woods on a big blue ox,
He had fists as hard as choppin’ blocks,
Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall…that’s Paul.
Talk about workin’, when he swung his axe
You could hear it ring for a mile and a half.
Then he’d yell “Timber!” and down she’d fall…for Paul.
Talk about drinkin’, that man’s so mean
That he’d never drink nothin’ but kerosene,
And a five-gallon can is a little bit small…for Paul.
Talk about tough, well he once had a fight
With a thunderstorm on a cold dark night.
I ain’t sayin’ who won,
But it don’t storm at all…round here…thanks to Paul.
He was ninety years old when he said with a sigh,
“I think I’m gonna lay right down and die
‘Cause sunshine and sorrow, I’ve seen it all…says Paul.
He says, “There ain’t no man alive can kill me,
Ain’t no woman ’round can thrill me,
And I think heaven just mught be a ball”…says Paul.
So he died…and we cried.
It took eighteen men just to bust the ground,
It took twenty-four more just to lower him down.
And we covered him up and we figured that was all…for Paul.
But late one night the trees started shakin’,
The dogs started howlin’ and the earth started quakin’,
And out of the ground with a “Hi, y’all”…comes Paul!
He shook the dirt from off his clothes,
He scratched his butt and wiped his nose.
“Y’know, bein’ dead wasn’t no fun at all”…says Paul.
He says, “Up in heaven they got harps on their knees,
They got clouds and wings but they got no trees.
I don’t think that’s much of a heaven at all”…says Paul.
So he jumps on his ox with a fare-thee-well,
He says, “I’ll find out if there’s trees in hell.”
And he rode away, and that was all…we ever seen…of Paul.
But the next time you hear a “Timber!” yell
That sounds like it’s comin’ from the pits of hell,
Then a weird and devilish ghostly wail
Like somebody’s choppin’ on the devil’s tail,
Then a shout, a call, a crash, a fall–
That ain’t no mortal man at all…that’s Paul!
- Write a narrative poem with the following parameters:
- 20 lines
- Write in couplets
- Tell a story with a beginning, middle, and end
- Use imagery, metaphors, similes, alliteration
- Share a poem with an adult and record it:
- Find a poem that you want to share with an adult
- You can WRITE or MEMORIZE the poem for extra credit
- Due Friday
- Use the following resources to help you write your sonnet: