Participation
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All students equally participated in sharing their fairytale with
the class.
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Student participated, but not as much as other members in the group.
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Student did not participate in the fairytale.
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Engagement
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Student acted out their part in the fairytale with enthusiasm or
interest.
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Student read his part but appeared uninterested in the story.
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Student did not complete part of story, was lost in story, or showed
a general disconnect from story time.
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013
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CATEGORY
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4
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3
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2
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1
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Creativity
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The
author has added new or original ideas to the story. The author works with
others to build the story. The author uses his or her imagination to solve a
problem.
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The
author has added new or original ideas to the story. The author works with
others to build the story.
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The
author has added new or original ideas to the story.
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The story
is lacking in creativity. The author does not seem to have used much
imagination.
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Creativity
Feedback
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Introduction
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First
plot element introduces the characters and setting, and really grabs the
reader's attention.
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First
plot element introduces the characters and setting, and interests the reader.
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First
plot element introduces the characters and setting.
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No
attempt was made to introduce the characters and setting in the story.
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Introduction
Feedback
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Conflict
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A crisis
is presented in the story. The conflict ties in with the introduction. The
reader is surprised by the conflict.
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A crisis
is presented in the story. The conflict ties in with the introduction.
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A crisis
is presented in the story.
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No crisis
is presented in the story.
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Conflict
Feedback
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Resolution
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The
solution to the character's problem is easy to understand, and is logical.
There are no loose ends.
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The
solution to the character’s problem is easy to understand, and is somewhat
logical.
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The
solution to the character's problem is a little hard to understand.
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No
solution is attempted or it is impossible to understand.
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Resolution
Feedback
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Organization
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The story
follows the five plot elements. One idea or scene follows another in a
logical sequence with clear transitions.
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The story
follows the five plot elements. One idea or scene may seem out of place.
Clear transitions are used.
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The story
is a little hard to follow. The transitions are sometimes not clear.
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Ideas and
scenes seem to be randomly arranged.
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Organization
Feedback
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Writing is the time capsule of humanity. Burrowed from her heart, the author lays to rest past failures, dreams, and private stirrings deep in the earth. As the end of a chapter is drawn, her hauntings become hidden, detached in a piece of forgotten communal ground. Life works to form the next isolate shell while the rudiment, long forgotten, blossoms into a garden of undiscovered treasure. The jewels of understanding unearthed by society awaken a perpetual cycle of death and life that neither the author nor reader can escape.
A Downward Climb to up the Punx
During my senior year of high school I spent my mornings in a coffee race competing with my coworkers in ‘who could take the most espresso shots’ and ‘how much sleep did you get last night?’ to keep up with the fuming sedans in their morning rites. Everything moved too quickly to be understood but we knew the steps. Two medium coffees with light cream and sugar and two chocolate frosted, but before you begin, start the latte for the car moving up...he hates to wait…and find your center on your way out the door. You have ten seconds until the next beep comes in so remember to breathe.
But today was different, and I was too busy to notice. All I could see was an awkwardly skinny boy who didn’t know the steps and frankly, was in my way. Or so I thought because I didn’t know where I was going. Everything that reminded me of this was a hindrance. Another step I couldn’t fit in because I was living a perfectly timed musical underlay with a black comedic twist.
Annoyed with myself that he annoyed me, one morning when the rush had calmed I tried to get to know him. Overcome with a wave of energy after feeling accomplished by fulfilling my ritualistic chores, I jumped in front of him and wouldn’t let him pass until he answered my question, “What kind of music do you like?” He looked right at me and said, “Punk”, then kept walking as if nothing in the world mattered except what was occurring in his mind.
From that moment I was captivated. How did he make everything disappear? Why didn’t he care? There were the steps! Everyone noticed that he didn’t fit in…there’s no way he couldn’t have known they were talking about him. But I couldn’t look away. I didn’t understand why yet, but I knew there was a whole other realm inside of him that I wanted to be apart of.
As the days moved forward I secretly smiled at the realization that I couldn’t keep myself away from him. I took every opportunity to share a gripping story that might leave me remembered and when I left the coffee shop for the day I would try to relive what I didn’t understand. One afternoon when the surge of the morning had slowed he started to tell me about a time before life had brought him to this small city. He said he was a squatter and had returned from an adventure that had taken him from New Jersey to California. His story was filled with train hopping, fleeing from police, complete disregard for the law, and freedom. It was chosen homelessness. To me, it was determined autonomy.
My life before Troy was an upward climb that missed many surrounding details. His stare that looked through me and everything else had permanently left the ladder and I lying on the ground.