Week
#1 Vocabulary Writing
**Writing Grade**
Categorize all of the following
words according to how well you know them and can use them:
Orneriness welts scalded unperturbed pious
sprawled scorched
agitation Sashay unperturbed beseeching consternation
strangers
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acquaintances
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friends
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Story Writing:
You must choose at
least seven words to use in a story based on one of the following story lines:
1. Write a story about Rosaleen’s childhood with
her mother (who sold baskets on the side of the road) and her siblings (there
were six others).
2. Write a story about
T. Ray and Deborah’s marriage and life together before or after Lily was born.
3. Write a story
inspired by the topics and events we covered last week:
§ Warriors Don’t Cry (Do youth have the power to change
society?)
§ Egypt’s Facebook
Revolution (Is Facebook the Social Network or the Social Change Network?)
§ The Power of Nonviolence (Can there be
social change without violence?)
Keep in mind that the nature and theme of these
words is unpleasant so you need to plan your story accordingly so that it is
easier to use them. Start your story in
class today (Wednesday) and finish it for homework.
Vocabulary Story
ReplyDeleteT. Ray and Deborah always seemed like the most unperturbed couple anyone had ever seen. They were very pious and they loved going to church together. Now, they had a baby on the way and couldn’t seem more ecstatic about it. Especially T. Ray, once he found out he was going to have a little girl, he was full of joy. I used to see him skipping around whistling to his favorite hymn. After nine months of anticipation, the baby was finally here and her name was Lily but, Deborah didn’t seem much the same person after she was born. Deborah had an orneriness about her these days, she wasn’t happy like T. Ray was but, T. Ray had no idea what was going on. He was all wrapped up in the world of his little girl. One morning T. Ray saw Deborah had scorched her arm with some water and instead of facing the facts, he assumed it was an accident while she was making herself some tea. I knew though, I saw her take the tea pot and pour that boiling water on her arm. I watched her as she sashayed around afterwards too, as if nothing had happened. I don’t think Deborah was much well after Lily was born. One Sunday morning, after T. Ray had left for church, I saw Deborah packing her bags. She was leaving and I knew that this wouldn’t settle with T. Ray well because he loved her. Well, T. Ray came home from church with Lily to find Deborah gone, he looked so devastated. I heard a thump and ran into the kitchen; T. Ray was sprawled on the floor with tears in his eyes. I got a pillow from the couch and put it down under his head. I grabbed a handful of tissues in consternation for T. Ray. After that day, T. Ray never looked at Lily the same. It turned out that he did notice what was going on while he was with Lily; he noticed how Deborah had changed since Lily. Now I think he blames Lily for his wife leaving and her death. If she hadn’t left in the first place, maybe she wouldn’t have come back and gotten killed. The house has never heard the hymn he had once whistled since Deborah died.
Myles Frendel
ReplyDeleteMs. Drosdick
Language Arts – Period 2
3/16/11
Week 1 Vocabulary Writing
When Rosaleen awoke in the morning she was very agitated with her mother. She felt like beating her mother up and giving her welts, like a tiger ripping apart and elk for dinner. The night before, after only selling 2 baskets yesterday, not nearly enough to feed any of her 7 children took the money and bought a pint of scotch. After being very non- pious and drinking it she came home scorched with anger. “Ever since daddy left, “Rosaleen thought “momma had been a heavy drinker and gotten angry often.” But this night was different. Her orneriness forced her into beating Rosaleen for no apparent reason, as Rosaleen was unperturbed, just reading a book. After the beating incident, Momma lay sprawled out on the floor like a dead guy in a movie. She lay still, sleeping for almost 13 hours. She blacked out. After the incident, Rosaleen had a great deal of consternation inside of her for her mother. She dealt with this by being very sashay with her movements and words, not to anger momma at all because Rosaleen definitely didn’t want another incident to occur. Even though she was beseeching to get revenge and scald her mamma with the pain she had brought upon her, she never did.
After Lily was born, T Ray probably became ornery. T Ray could’ve scorched Deborah or even hit her until welts formed. Lily could have been scalded, but Deborah took the punishments to save her baby. Deborah might have been sprawled across the floor half the time, praying to God that she could make it out of that house with Lily safe. She might have beseeched to God, pleading for protection. She was a very pious lady.
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ReplyDeleteLily sits in the closet feeling consternation. T.Ray was in a state of orneriness. The yelling and screaming was echoing through the house. Deborah has a look on her face of agitation. In Lily’s eye, T.Ray was picking on Deborah. He was yelling at her for no reason. Lily sat there scared. The look on T.Ray’s face made him look like he wanted to scald Deborah. Luckily there was no hot water in the room.
Looking back on those days, Lily wanted it back. She wanted her mother back. She wished she had done something to prevent T.Ray from yelling at Deborah. Lily used to have a feeling of unperturbed with her mother. She missed the way her mother would sashay into a room. Lily looks down to her knees and sees welts from the grit T.Ray made her kneel on for an hour. She touches her welts and wants her mother to protect her T.Ray.
Debra SASHAYED into the room, instantly bringing a UNPERTURBED felling to her kids. They BESEECHED in their little chairs at their table, and the small infant SPRAWLED on the ground smiled, carrying out a sense of happiness. One child stomped in AGITATION to her mom to get sympothy for her ORNERINESS brothers teasing, but she sent her back to her seat, only causing more CONSTERNATION. After working hard in the scorching sun, Debra's skin was SCALDED and WELTED, but it still didn't stop her from picking out the nicest peaches for her kids.
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ReplyDeleteMs. Drosdick
Language Arts/period 7
March 16, 2011
At first the marriage of T. Ray and Deborah was unperturbed. They got along
very well and some would say they were the happiest of all the couples in town. They
would walk into fancy restaurants happily together and Deborah would sashay to their
usual table next to the open window overlooking the bay. But, after a rough patch, their
relationship seemed to spiral out of control. No one knew what had happened to T. Ray,
but he turned into an ornery man. He was always in a rage, looking unhappy like he
might unexpectedly go out of his way to beat on someone.
One summer afternoon, a neighbor caught a glimpse of Deborah being beaten by
T. Ray. They say he came running out of the back door of the house as Deborah was
happily sprawled out on a lounge chair, lying in the sun. They say you could see the
consternation in her eyes as she beseeched him to stop punching her. Though it wasn’t
confirmed until now, everyone knew T. Ray was beating Deborah. She would walk into
the grocery store with welts all over her body as if she had been beaten by a bat or a
men’s belt. But, she always had excuses when people asked. For the welts, Deborah
claimed she was taking a scalding shower on a rainy day and during put the water
temperature way too high and accidentally scorched her body. Everyone was always
curious what happened that made their relationship change but no one was ever able to
find it out.
OPTION 2! All CAPITAL LETTERS indicate the vocab words!
ReplyDeleteAfter the marriage of T.ray and Deborah, life was very rough for both of them. Deborah became pregnant with Lily Owens. She was her guardian angel and they loved her very much. Soon after about 3 months, things began getting rough. T.ray would be constantly fighting with his wife over stupid things. T. ray had never been known much of a PIOUS man. Deborah was in a PERTURBED state all the time. She was constantly feeling sad and tired having Lily on her hands. One rainy evening, things began getting fired up in the household. T.ray was AGITATED that Deborah left Lily in the car as she ran in to grab her keys that she misplaced. T.ray kept yelling at her for being an ORNERY mother and not watching over her well. T.ray was very protective over Lily and did want the best for her to not get hurt. The next morning T.ray was in a very bad mood. He was not feeling his best and was annoyed by everything that Deborah did. Outside it was a very sunny day; the sun was shining luminously upon Deborah’s shiny black hair. Back and forth, Deborah was rocking on her rocking chair sewing some type of clothing for Lily while their black Pomeranian SPRAWLED across the front step of the porch. Out of nowhere, T.ray hit her leaving a huge WELT on her skin. The look on her face described CONSTERNATION, she was terrified. She ran inside the house and tried to run her skin over the SCALDING water. As you can see, their lives were not so great after the marriage and turns out they ended up getting a divorce.
Angelina Fay
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing left but the cold. My consternation has faded and leaves me now with a senseless lack of hope. The bitterness has drawn tight about my windpipe, constricting my throat and drawing away my breath. The ice tunnels its way into my body and pierces my heart, but I don’t mind, because it will only find more emptiness there.
I can see my mother from where I stand. Her eyes plead with the people walking by, the sashaying rich ones, and the pious churchgoers. She is silently beseeching them. Her baskets sit beside her and are patient. However shamed and guilty she is feeling, she seems unperturbed. I can still see the welts on her back from Daddy, and I wonder if she still feels any pain.
We sprawl on the floor of this ramshackle apartment. The only thing we can do is wallow, wallow in self-pity and pain. I think back to the days when we were a family, before Daddy kicked all seven of us out, and we were sent to here. I remember love that was so much that it almost scalded my very heart, but I liked it. I liked being loved. And the divergence now is only another blow to my bandaged and dismantled heart. I try to warm my heart with the mere memories. But it won’t work.
The darkness understands, and is silent.
Andrew Lawson
ReplyDeleteMs. Drosdick
Language Arts, Period 7
March 16, 2011
Week 1 Vocabulary Writing
The Power of Non-Violence
The smell of the fireplace burning in a nearby home brought back horrible memories of that tragic day. It all started out innocently when 200 of us were protesting at the Town Council meeting. We were all protesting against the closing of a historic park for building development. After a few minutes of arguing for and against the park, the Town Council members started to become agitated from the 200 of us speaking our minds. All was well and we were actually persuading the Council to keep the park open.
Suddenly, a man entered the room and the peaceful protest turned ugly. This man threw a torch towards the Council members and fire raged across the room. Chaos erupted as the roof became scorched and collapsed. Everyone sprinted out of the Town Council building but a few people were trapped. One man rushed out with fire burning on his body. He dropped to the ground and sprawled across the wet rain-filled sidewalk. A few men, including myself, tried to pull off his clothes so the fire would not cause any more damage. As we did so, two more men, who were trapped by the fallen roof, crawled out of the building crying for help. We had to help those men, but first we finished stripping down the first man. Welts covered his severely injured body. The other two men were scalded from the fire. The firemen finally came and started to assist the injured and take care of the fire. The police also came and arrested the man who started the fire. The man was filled with orneriness as he continued to scream at the Town Council members.
Thank goodness today’s protests are much more peaceful. The people are unperturbed as they calmly march holding their signs. Yes, we can really make a difference without all the violence of that horrible day at the Town Council Meeting.
We were all sprawled on the floor. There wasn't enough money for a bed for our whole family. We were a large family, an eight-person family to be exact. I had six siblings and a mother. Our father ran out from us when we were all just children. Growing up without a father was tough for us, since we never were able to experience the unperturbed feeling you get when your with your father. However, without a father, my mother and my siblings that still remembered our father showed much orneriness towards other men, since we didn't trust any men because of what our father had done. However, our pious brothers were alright. They could get annoying, but we all loved them.
ReplyDelete“Rosaleen, help me sell baskets today,” my mother would always say. I loved those days when I got to help my mother sell baskets, because that was the only time I was able to bond with my mother. She worked so hard, always in consternation that she may not be able to feed her children. She overworked her body, always instantly laying on the cold, hard wood floor, instantly falling asleep as soon as she came back home. The asphalt scorched our plantar fascia, since we didn't own any shoes, leaving large welts at the scalded skin when we arrived home. My mother taught me ways to beseech passing drivers into driving our baskets by telling a phony sad story about our life. This almost always worked, and were able to sell many baskets each day. When we all got older, we separated, I lost touch with my siblings and mother. To this day, I still have no idea where any of them are, I left to start a better life for myself.
Mom’s Death
ReplyDeleteI was only four years old. Mom and T. Ray fighting made me feel agitated. This situation made me feel no different, other than worse. I took a peek into mom’s room, seeing what looked like her cleaning out her closet. I wobbled in, walking at a slow pace. I beseeched her into picking me up, just by throwing my arms up. Mom holding me close to her like that made me feel calm and relaxed because it showed how much she loved me.
Then everything went bad. I could feel my mom vibrated like a mini earthquake as T. Ray stomped into the room. I consternated a new argument was a about and it was not ending well. T. Ray’s orneriness could kill a person because of all that anger. I being four heard a bunch of noises, screams, and sounds but understood nothing. Upon T. Ray entering the room my unperturbed had completely left my system. I was grabbed by the arm and pushed out of the room, told to go my bedroom. The pain on my arm had been the start of a growing welt. I ignored the pain a dashed into the room.
The first thing I saw was black metal hand gun knocked out on floor directly from in moms hands. I sashayed past T. Ray without him noticing right away and reached for the weapon. BOOM! The noise startled me, I fell shutting my eyes. I slowly open to see my mother sprawled across the floor.
Rosaleen had a lonely childhood. Even though she had six other siblings, all of them consterned her because they new she was very tough with her words. Besides she was too different from the rest of the other siblings. They all had the same father and Rosaleen did not. Since Rosaleen was different, she was sent to help her mother sell baskets on the side of the road. Rosaleen beseeched her family for her not to go on the filthy dusty road. Each time she asked her mother, her mother got agitated. Selling baskets wasn't the easiest job on the planet. Her mother too wasn't the easiest person to deal with all day.
ReplyDeleteRosaleen's mother was very abusive and strict with work. Everyday when Rosaleen came home she had to disinfect the welts she got from her mother's beating. The only thing her mother was good at was selling baskets on the side of the road. Poor Rosaleen had to stand in the hot sun while her mother was sitting in the shade. Rosaleen was scorched everyday.
Her mother gave her a sign. It had no color on it and was dusty from the dust that flew by from the cars. It had said, "Homemade Baskets at $1.00 each." One time Rosaleen was almost hit by a car when her mom told her to sashay the sign in the middle of the road. When Rosaleen came home she took a bath and it scalded her skin. After her bath she would sprawl on her tiny bed.
Sue, May, Tyler, Harold, Swana, and Jacob were her siblings. All of them were in some called secret alliance against Rosaleen. It wasn't all so secret until Rosaleen walked into their private meeting in the room they shared and Rosaleen heard every word. Sometimes Rosaleen diserves to have some fun so she playes tricks on her siblings by telling them to go to the basket stand. This is why Rosaleen is tough and stands up for herself.
I was on the street selling baskets with my mom and 5 other siblings, It was a hard life of living. I aint do noting wrong to not eat at night. For my family not to eat at night. Right now we were trying to sell baskets. A man was walking down the road with a bunch of WELTS on him. I asked "how did you get all them welts." "Well I work at a bee farm and they got loose." He replied. "I would like 3 baskets please." He said. He was white so everyone around him was staring at him with a mean glare but he seamed UNPERTURBED and then one woman came behind him and SCALDED him with her burning hot coffee on his back. I put some water on his back as he screamed in pain. This woman is defiantly is not PIOUS. I don't no what kind of god would make her feel that was necessary. I said" Your really SCORCHED there Sir. He was SPRAWLED out on the floor.The people were still AGITATING him when he was on the floor. I helped him get up and he walked away.
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ReplyDeleteEven before Lily was born, Deborah and T. Ray had a strained relationship. T. Ray never had a friendly attitude,he always seems to be in a state of ornery. It was not possible to see how Deborah could have gotten along with him, although she seemed to be very unperturbed from an outsiders point of view. She would come to church on Sundays with welts and bruises but always swore that it wasn't from him. She would ignore us if we asked her questions about them and although she denied it knew it was from him. All we needed was for her to tell us so that we could put a stop to it. One day, she finally opened up to me about why she was scalded on her back side.. She had said that the agitation that grew between them in a fight caused him to backhand her and make her body sprawled out on the floor. Taking his freshly brewed coffee and pouring it down her back. Soon after she became pregnant she would spend nights beseeching to him not to do this to their baby also. Although with the abuse and terrible relationship, she seems to sashay through life as though it didn't affect her.
My name is Rosaleen I am one of six, my mother is putting food on the table by selling baskets on the side of the road in the SCORCHING summer heat. Once my mother comes home you can see WELTS on her body from the excruciating heat. Ignoring the pain she puts god first and makes us pray with her, she is a very PIOUS good Christian. My mother always taught all of us never to forget our Christian ways, IT has been like that ever since everything we do we always try to remember our morals. After she finished praying she would go into the kitchen and make us all hot tea, I would always forget to wait for it to cool and I would SCOLD my tongue. All my other sibling would always be ORNERY. The would all be fidgety from being home all day. WE would all go exercise and our mother would tell us to SASHAY. After tiring ourselves out we would SPRAWL ourselves on the ground.
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