7th grade humanities
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For outcome recovery, you must complete a minimum of TWO assignments. 

At least ONE assignment is due on Wednesday, April 9.
The SECOND assignment (or more) is due on Friday, April 11.

assignments & rubrics


fiction readings

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Animal Distress Calls

The Space Rock


poetry analysis

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

~William Wordsworth

Clouds Rolling In

my friend and i
got caught in a storm
with tears for rain,
and shouts for thunder,
lightning fists l
ashing out.
i pause,
puzzled.
we fight all the time,
don’t know why.
i want to ask
but am afraid of the reason.
it’s my fault
(always is).
he says so.
he’s never wrong.
uses this weather to prove it.
i am afraid of lightning.
don’t let it strike me again
                                again
                                again
i am the sun
that these black clouds cover up.
why won’t they go away
and let me shine for once?

i’m afraid of storms.

~
Melissa Leigh Davis, age 14
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