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Another Gathering of Thought: April 2015
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Another Gathering of Thought. Monday, April 13, 2015. What Dreams May Come. There’s a place I like to hide…). In the night, the white door is silhouetted in light. Battling the darkness, light beams through the cracks, reaching fingers into the space of the room, defying time, diminishing reality. A doorway that I run through in the night…). The light reached for me, the door disappeared, and I was there in the light. Relax, child, you were there…). It’s a place where you will learn. To face your fears.
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Another Gathering of Thought: November 2014
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Another Gathering of Thought. Friday, November 21, 2014. Six Words for Harrison Bergeron. Author's Note: Ever heard of a six-word story? Here are my six-word versions of Kurt Vonnegut's story "Harrison Bergeron.". Thursday, November 20, 2014. Author's note: I wrote this essay a few years ago and was reminded of it in my first-hour class today. It's a conspiracy theory, one including scenes that do not appear in the movie. Shame on you, directors! Similarly, in the novel The Hunger Games. She is "not weep...
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Another Gathering of Thought: December 2014
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Another Gathering of Thought. Wednesday, December 17, 2014. How DO You Get a 4? Informative writing is underway, and the question has been floating around: "How do I get a 4 on this piece? It's not a simple answer - there are many possibilities - yet I can share some of the pathways available to you. First let's take a look at research papers. What was the difference? One paper shared facts. The other paper focused on a current global issue with the topic and gave information from several different s...
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Another Gathering of Thought: A Quick Parody for Mr. Hughes
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Another Gathering of Thought. Monday, March 2, 2015. A Quick Parody for Mr. Hughes. What happens to a dream deferred? Zombies reaching, clawed hands grasping for throats and threads. Of ragged clothes, unearthly moans, overgrown with mold). Panic at the class you forgot to show up for, the exam for which you never studied,. The essay you neglected to write, the urgent appointment missed). Car flying off the bridge, crashing into cold watery death, suffocating,. You survive another day.
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Another Gathering of Thought: What Dreams May Come
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Another Gathering of Thought. Monday, April 13, 2015. What Dreams May Come. There’s a place I like to hide…). In the night, the white door is silhouetted in light. Battling the darkness, light beams through the cracks, reaching fingers into the space of the room, defying time, diminishing reality. A doorway that I run through in the night…). The light reached for me, the door disappeared, and I was there in the light. Relax, child, you were there…). It’s a place where you will learn. To face your fears.
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Another Gathering of Thought: March 2015
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Another Gathering of Thought. Tuesday, March 31, 2015. She whispers in the dark. She creeps, tiny hands outstretched. Buried in blankets, years, and dust. She reaches out for a glimpse a hint. Some form of recognition. And the cabinets groan in protest. And the cobwebs dance from shadows. And the lights wink and blink. A flutter of wind, a wistful breath. A wisp of a dream from a century gone. One cold brush of fingertips. A bundle of legs, licks, and liveliness. After a long, long work day. I didn't go ...
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Another Gathering of Thought: 2014 Reading Responses
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Another Gathering of Thought. In the novel To Kill a Mockingbird. I used to think the Boo Radley was the clear mockingbird.but now I'm leaning far more toward Tom Robinson. After all, Boo stabbed his father with a scissors and had some other issues as well. Granted, his father was probably abusive and Boo was possibly schizophrenic, but I can't qualify him as someone who spends his time making "music for us to enjoy.". It's too cliche for me. I can see why the director chose it; the connotation of ev...
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Another Gathering of Thought: Dream Deferred
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Another Gathering of Thought. Monday, March 2, 2015. In 2011, my daughter asked,. Are we going to Disney World this year? In that moment,. Heart stuck in my throat,. Reality crashed down on me. What can you say to a little girl. Who has dreamt of Cinderella's castle for years. Who has counted the days until she is six years old. Deliciously anticipating fairy tales come true. No, Daddy's too sick. No, we can't afford it. No, we're barely hanging on. There is no answer. But you promised." she whispers.
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Another Gathering of Thought: Sasha
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Another Gathering of Thought. Tuesday, March 31, 2015. A bundle of legs, licks, and liveliness. Wiggly butt wagging a million miles an hour,. She whimpers and whines when we arrive home. After a long, long work day. Black fur like a bear's. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Goal for Mrs. Reagles. I will meet with two students in every class to check progress, assess work, and facilitate goal-setting. 1 Make a Google calendar and get names on it. Stick to the calendar. A Quick Parody for Mr. Hughes.
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Another Gathering of Thought: Memory and Shadow
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Another Gathering of Thought. Tuesday, March 31, 2015. She whispers in the dark. She creeps, tiny hands outstretched. Buried in blankets, years, and dust. She reaches out for a glimpse a hint. Some form of recognition. And the cabinets groan in protest. And the cobwebs dance from shadows. And the lights wink and blink. A flutter of wind, a wistful breath. A wisp of a dream from a century gone. One cold brush of fingertips. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Goal for Mrs. Reagles.
