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We have a lot to do in the time that I will be out here. We will be learning to read, write, and think with great
skill. This is going to be a great four months, and I hope that you are as excited as I am to go through this process
together.
I have a lot of assignments planned. We have to work dilligently to improve our writing, and I know that at times
everyone will feel like they are struggling to keep up. That's ok! School is supposed to be challenging, and I
promise you that we will all make it through this class together.
There are three things that I demand in my classroom. After reading the last paragraph you have probably guessed
that the first thing is hard work! You must come to class everyday ready and willing to learn and complete your assignments.
The second thing I demand is that you respect everyone. This includes the teacher, the other students, and any other
school staff members that enters the room we share as a class. The final thing I demand from everyone is that we have fun
learning! Contrary to what many people think, school is actually a fun place to be. You not only learn new things,
but you should be learning how you can use these things in your everyday life.
If we respect each other, work hard, and have fun the next four months will be an amazing time! I
Events and Announcements
Updated 12/08/04
I'm coming to Pinon Middle School on January 3, 2005, and I'll be staying until the end of April. It should be
a great time to learn and to get to know everyone.
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Poem Of The Week
Just Listen
by Jay Ork
you lay buried for two thousand years
until a farmer saw you in a furrow
and claimed you for his own
now you cry, still bleeding,
for the sins of Columbus and Reagan
and the wandering spirit of your creator
and you stand, sacred and disciplined,
sharing your vast knowledge with arrogant strangers
who cannot understand
the simplicity of your message:
turn off your computers and listen,
just listen
What did you think of this poem? You may want to write about it in your journals!
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A Short Story to Read
DISASTER STAMPS OF PLUTO
by LOUISE ERDRICH
Issue of 2004-12-13
Posted 2004-12-06
The dead of Pluto now outnumber the living, and the cemetery stretches up the low hill east of town in
a jagged display of white stone. There is no bar, no theatre, no hardware store, no creamery or car repair, just a gas pump.
Even the priest comes to the church only once a month. The grass is barely mowed in time for his visit, and of course there
are no flowers planted. But when the priest does come, there is at least one more person for the town café to feed.
To Read The Rest of this story click here
I'll post the answers on the "Class Bulletin Board" page.
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