*Essay test
*DON'T FORGET ABOUT. . .
---Embedding Quotes Cheat Sheet
---Connections
---Discussion #7 TOMORROW
------166-185 (dark) / 201-224 (light)
*OBJECTIVE: Compose text with a strong controlling idea; relevant, specific details; and effective paragraphing
2 comments:
Kayla W. 7th
As I swiftly walked through the door I glanced around the classroom, observing people who have already started writing their responses to todays essay test. I had been sweating this all day, but I felt prepared. As I sat in my desk I quickly got out my book,pencil, paper, and last but not least my prompt. The tardy bell rang and Mr. Becker kindly announces not to wait for his instructions and to remember to watch the clock. Not many people looked up at his as he spoke, they were obsorbed in their responses. Time was of the essence here. As the clock ticked, pencils danced on the papers of my classmates. The air was thick and the room was full of focus, I almost has to remind myself to breath. As Mr. Becker peeked at everyones pre-writing, he seemed pleased that no one has gone over the 30 word limit. Sitting back at his desk, his fingers raced across the keybord. "I wish I could type that fast," I thought to myself. Suddenly, a lound noise, oh, just the door. A Guy came in with what looked like a guidence pass but it was just recycling. Mr. Becker kindly helped him carry the paper bin to the door. After that, nothing but papers wrestling, pencils scampering on paper, and pages flipping. Everyone was working hard on their responses, occasionally glancing at the clock, stress all over their face. All of a sudden, I hear what sounds like a goat coming from my left. Everyone shoots Mr. Becker a glance, smirking, he appoliges. The class, with puzzled faces, just giggles. Yet again, people were off trying to beat time, that seemed to be winning. With a sincere voice, Mr. Becker announces that there is 10 minutes left. My heart sank. Speeding up the pace, I was trying to finish before the bell. People were finishing left and right, but some, like me, were still frantically writing hoping the bell didn't creep up on them. Finished, FINALLY! Finishing it off with my name, The bell rang. Ah, Free at last!
Garrett Klingaman 3rd hour
We started beckers class this dreaded day,
By writing our classes' first timed essay,
Becker announced that we may begin,
I began writing as if my hands were in a race they could not win,
each students' eyes flicked from paper to book,
But at the clock they would not look,
When they finally gathered the courage to take a glance,
They would finally jot down one of their six quotes when they got a chance,
Finally the 2 pages were complete,
my hand, wrist,and arm all felt like useless pieces of meat,
Becker said place them here before you leave,
And just like that we were all out the door in one big heave
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