"The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master- something that at times strangely wills and works for itself."
Charlotte Bronte

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Story Starter

http://www.scholastic.com/teachers/story-starters/
Open the above link and write a story.

Storybird - Interactive Writing

http://storybird.com/create/
1. Art Inspired Collaborative Story Telling! Storybird reverses the process of visual storytelling by starting with the image and "unlocking" the story inside. Choose an artist or a theme, get inspired, and start writing! 

2. http://content.blackgold.ca/ict/Divison2/storybird.htm
Open the above link and complete the sentence.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Bitstrips for Schools - Comic Gallery

bs4s.me/g/8FX7
Open the above link and view the grade five student comics on government and other issues.  Mrs. Rivard's grade five students work is also included in our gallery.
Stay tuned for comics from the grade six students as well.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Niccolò Paganini - Violin Concerto No. 2


Listen to the above violin concerto.  What do you think the story is behind the music?  We will be using this musical piece for an art activity. Do any of you play the violin or another instrument?

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Enrique Iglesias - Stand By Me (LIVE)



Watch the above video. How might the lyrics apply to being a bystander (in terms of bullying)?  Have you ever intervened when someone was being bullied and if so what did you do?

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Persistence & Grit

I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.
Michael Jordan
 
What does the above quote mean to you?

Thursday, September 27, 2012

AMNESIA

                                                                        AMNESIA

    You wake up in the middle of the night on a cold stone floor. You don't know where you are or more importantly... who you are. You try to remember, to no avail. You slowly walk around a small room. You find a few tables with advanced equipment that you don't recongnise. You can only guess your in a cellar or labratory. There is a wooden staircase to left corner of the room. You begin to ascend the stairs when you hear them creaking. Unsure that the stairs will hold you wait, you get to the top of them as fast as possible. At the top, there is a long hallway with only some fluorecent lights still on. Metal walls surround you. you walk to the right of the hallway and there is another turn going  left. You reach the end and find a large door. you enter, what you see is demonic. Many tubes about eight ft. tall stand before you. Inside, are creatures that look like something out a Frankenstein movie. White bodies, with stiches all over. A lopsided, gaping mouth with fearsome teeth and worst of all, Long talons instead of hands. Suddenly, the lights fade out, and the tubes slowly, but surely, start to slide open. You think you may have a few moments before the abominations inside awake, but you hear a few groans that mean that some of them are starting to stir. 'Run!' you think to yourself. You do...who wouldn't? You hear thumping noises behind you...Not Good! You look behind you to see if they are catching up. But there's nothing there. Then you see a bone white leg with stiches step around the corner. You run as fast as possible. You here a ear piercing scream and you almost trip over a fallen desk. 'What are these things!?' you wonder! You dart to the left, than right and then you look over your shoulder. They're very close! You find a rather large knife that you could use if you need to. You take the knife and run. You see a door with the words -EXIT- upon it. Suddenly, a wall crashes on you! You hear a hoarse groan on top of you. You have dust in your eyes, so you can't see. You feel metal pressing on your arm. You hope they can't see you under the rubble, but you can't be sure. Then you jump from where you are and bolt from where you are to where you think exit is. You hear Thumping, and a roar! 'I'm not going to make it! I'm going to die!' you think to yourself. You wipe the dust out of your eyes and see that you're heading the right way! Then you see something... Something that you can't believe you didn't see.
On the roof, right above the door, there is a hulking mass of flesh and teeth... before you can stop running you get hit by it as it slowly extends its body. Then you are slowly dragged into it. 'So close' you think. 'So close... So close...... So close.

    You wake up...Still alive. How? You think. You don't have the knife. No defense...This is not good.  It's dark. "WHO IS DOING THIS TO ME!"  You scream. Suddenly, the lights activate. You see something...Horrible on the wall. The words NO ESCAPE scratched deeply into the wall. As if somebody started an attempt to escape, and then learned it was futile. Whoever wrote that in the wall was correct, there is no escape. You realize. You're trapped, forever.





















































                                                                  

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Animal School - raising small souls


Which animal do you most clearly identify with and why? Perhaps you are a combination of animals. Draw a picture of yourself as one of the animals or a combination of the animals. Explain your choice.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Excerpts from the Proust Questionnaire

Answer the following questions:
1. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
2. Where would you like to live?
3. What is your idea of earthly happiness?
4. Who are your favourite heroes of fiction?
5. Who are your favourite characters in history?
6. Who are your favourite heroines in real life?
7. Who is your Favourite painter?
8. Who is your favourite musician?
9. What is your favourite virtue?
10. What is your favourite occupation?
11. Who would you have liked to be?

Complete the story...

The longest day of my life began tardily. I woke up late, took too long in the shower, and ended up having to enjoy my breakfast in the passenger seat of my mom's minivan at 7:17 that Wednesday morning.

I usually got a ride to school with my best friend, Ben Starling, but Ben had gone to school on time, making him useless to me. "On time" for us was thirty minutes before school actually started, because the half hour before the first bell was the highlight of our social calendars: standing outside the side door that led into the school and just talking.

Write a story about one of the pictures below...or post your own picture and write a story about it.