Students read the following excerpt from Liz Swados's play Runaways:
When I'm Alone:
I throw my knife into the wall.
I make up dances.
I make graffiti.
I have two pillows -- Simon and Sylvester
and I beat them and then apologize.
I do Kung Fu.
I do karate.
I draw a special squre in the
center of my room and sit there with
my most important thoughts.
Among the poems generated by this model are the following:
When I'm Alone by Althea Canada
I stare at my goldfish.
I play solitaire.
I clean my jewelry.
I polish my fingernails.
I eat dill pickles.
I throw shoes at my cat.
I play with dominoes,
I feed my pittbull.
When I'm Alone by Shirley Jung
I turn up the radio
and sing at the top of my voice.
I talk to myself.
I pretend I'm a soldier in training.
I take a long sudsy bath.
I make crank calls to my friends.
I sit on the toilet cover and I think.
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Why I Don't Have My Homework
The following is one of many list poems that my students and I have devised:
WHY I DON’T HAVE MY HOMEWORK By Terrence McCall
My brother accidentally used it as paper for the birdcage.
The M15 bus treaded water on my book bag and it got soaked.
It fell into the frying pan when my mom was making pancakes this morning. I still have some of it in between my teeth.
My little sister used it for her art project. She got an A+.
I left it on the Amtrak train after spending the weekend with my grandma in Georgia.
A cop needed it as evidence in a case that was being followed by the FBI through a paper trail.
My mom accidentally wrote her grocery list on it. She took it with her, of course!
On my way to school this morning, I met a really cute girl. I gave her my number on the first piece of paper I reached. Unfortunately, it was my homework.
I got abducted by aliens, and they took my homework so they can study the human thought cycle.
We had to put it in the fireplace so we wouldn’t freeze to death.
I didn’t want to add any more work to my teacher’s workload.
There was a blackout in my house and I had to light it to find the fuse box.
I didn’t do it, because I didn’t want my classmates to look bad.
WHY I DON’T HAVE MY HOMEWORK By Terrence McCall
My brother accidentally used it as paper for the birdcage.
The M15 bus treaded water on my book bag and it got soaked.
It fell into the frying pan when my mom was making pancakes this morning. I still have some of it in between my teeth.
My little sister used it for her art project. She got an A+.
I left it on the Amtrak train after spending the weekend with my grandma in Georgia.
A cop needed it as evidence in a case that was being followed by the FBI through a paper trail.
My mom accidentally wrote her grocery list on it. She took it with her, of course!
On my way to school this morning, I met a really cute girl. I gave her my number on the first piece of paper I reached. Unfortunately, it was my homework.
I got abducted by aliens, and they took my homework so they can study the human thought cycle.
We had to put it in the fireplace so we wouldn’t freeze to death.
I didn’t want to add any more work to my teacher’s workload.
There was a blackout in my house and I had to light it to find the fuse box.
I didn’t do it, because I didn’t want my classmates to look bad.
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