Happy Thanksgiving from Zoom!
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Awesome Geography: Peru
After watching Geography Now, we had our snack.
I had bought some "Incan Corn" from Peru (by way of Trader Joe's) for our snack. It was really good! It tasted like tortilla chips but looked like giant puffy corn kernels. Also, it was super crunchy!
I had big plans for our art and active projects: we were going to spin some wool on a drop spindle and then do a weaving project.
Genius! Except...
No one wanted to do it (besides me)!
So, I asked them to come up with a project.
They decided to make a rope bridge.
Which even supported our llama, so I count it a success!
I had bought some "Incan Corn" from Peru (by way of Trader Joe's) for our snack. It was really good! It tasted like tortilla chips but looked like giant puffy corn kernels. Also, it was super crunchy!
I had big plans for our art and active projects: we were going to spin some wool on a drop spindle and then do a weaving project.
Genius! Except...
No one wanted to do it (besides me)!
So, I asked them to come up with a project.
They decided to make a rope bridge.
Which even supported our llama, so I count it a success!
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Poem of the Week: Love (III)
Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
Guilty of dust and sin.
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked any thing.
A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?
Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
So I did sit and eat.HT: Poetry Foundation
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
Awesome Geography: Chile and Argentina
Besides the Geography now videos, we watched a beautiful documentary on Patagonia
Our active activity was lassoing like the gauchos in the documentary. My favorite comment was from Choclo who announced he would teach us, "how to lasso a kid" He tried for his sister, but ended up flipping it back on himself.
Technically, he did lasso a kid!
A few tries later he also got his sister.
For our snack, we ate beef kabobs.
Because of the extra video time, we didn't do an art project per se, unless you count learning to tie a lasso knot!
Our active activity was lassoing like the gauchos in the documentary. My favorite comment was from Choclo who announced he would teach us, "how to lasso a kid" He tried for his sister, but ended up flipping it back on himself.
Technically, he did lasso a kid!
A few tries later he also got his sister.
For our snack, we ate beef kabobs.
Because of the extra video time, we didn't do an art project per se, unless you count learning to tie a lasso knot!
Monday, November 18, 2019
Oreo Mitosis
It's hard to believe that we are nearly done with Biology, but we are!
Last week we did mitosis, always a tricky subject.
I went hunting for more ways to explain it, and found these cute Oreo representations on Pinterest.
Making Oreo models was both fun and delicious, and I think did help illustrate a fairly complex subject.
Last week we did mitosis, always a tricky subject.
I went hunting for more ways to explain it, and found these cute Oreo representations on Pinterest.
Making Oreo models was both fun and delicious, and I think did help illustrate a fairly complex subject.
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Poem of the Week: Enemies
Enemies
If you are not to become a monster,
you must care what they think.
If you care what they think,
how will you not hate them,
and so become a monster
of the opposite kind? From where then
is love to come—love for your enemy
that is the way of liberty?
From forgiveness. Forgiven, they go
free of you, and you of them;
they are to you as sunlight
on a green branch. You must not
think of them again, except
as monsters like yourself,
pitiable because unforgiving.HT: Poetry Foundation
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Awesome Geography: Antarctica
This was a fun one!
I wanted to do an art project based on icebergs, but I wasn't sure how to do it.
Finally, I hit in the idea of having the kids crumple and tear paper to make their iceberg, and then photocopy the crumpled paper.
The crumples gave a great ice like texture, and the photocopying provided realistic shading, including a shadow behind each berg.
Then the kids drew tiny penguins with pens. Really, you just need the idea of penguins, so these are mostly little lines.
Lastly, they used pastels and/or crayons to indicate water, sky, and even an aurora!
One cool trick is to make a gradient from lighter to darker blue to indicate water depth.
And, of course, most of the iceberg is under water!
For our snack we made snow cones by grinding ice in the blender and pouring a simple sugar syrup over it.
As you can see, Mike really liked this class!
Monday, November 11, 2019
Happy Veteran's Day!
Bonus Poem!
In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.HT: Poetry Foundation
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Poem of the Week: God's Grandeur
God's Grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
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