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Monday
Write each spelling word two times each.Grammar-Rules for Commas
Rule #6 Dates and Places
Commas are used in dates and places. The rules never change with these.
Here are the rules
1. When writing an address, always put a comma between a city and a state.
Here are the rules
1. When writing an address, always put a comma between a city and a state.
2. When writing an address, always put a comma between a state and a country.
3. When writing the date, Separate the Day from the Month with a comma.
4. When writing the date, Separate the number of the month from the number of the year with a comma.
examples:
Phoenix, AZ, USA
Phoenix, AZ, USA
Toronto, Ont., CAN
Jackson, MI
San Diego, California
Mexico City, Mexico
New York, NY, USA
Monday, March 10, 1855
Thursday, February 11, 2018
September 22, 1823
July 4, 1776
Friday, July 2, 2021
Exercises
Write 5 cities and states or cities and countries and put the commas in the right places.
Write 5 cities and states or cities and countries and put the commas in the right places.
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Write 5 dates including the day of the week and put the commas in the right places.
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Tuesday
Write each spelling word in a sentence that uses only active verbs. That means you cannot use any form of the verb "to be": am, was, are, were, is.Literary Device: Anachronism
Example of anachronism in literature:
William Shakespeare has several examples, though no one knows if they were intentional or not. One of the more famous examples of anachronism is found in Julius Caesar:
Clock strikes
BRUTUS: Peace! Count the clock.
CASSIUS: The clock hath stricken three.
TREBONIUS: ‘Tis time to part.
~William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
Shakespeare wrote in the chime of a mechanical clock that supposedly struck in the time of Julius Caesar. But no clocks existed then.
There are many examples of anachronism in modern movies. Can you think of any?
There are many examples of anachronism in modern movies. Can you think of any?
Write a blitz story of no more than 200 words with either a character from the past in the present or with technology from the future in a setting in the past.
Wednesday
Write the spelling words two times each.Reading Comprehension: Read the passage and answer the questions.
Over The Misty Mountains Cold
by J.R.R. Tolkien
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves,
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled the hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay be night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.
The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled.
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mould.
The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased.
But shrill and harsh across the marsh,
Its whistling voices were released.
The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The reeds were rattling—on it went.
O'er shaken pool under heavens cool,
Where racing clouds were torn and rent.
It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
And swept above the dragon's lair:
There black and dark lay boulders stark,
And flying smoke was in the air.
It left the world and took its flight
Over the wide seas of the night.
The moon set sale upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light.
Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong.
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.
The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.
Now call we over the mountains cold,
'Come back unto the caverns old!'
Here at the gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.
The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall.
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell.
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves,
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled the hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay be night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.
The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled.
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mould.
The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased.
But shrill and harsh across the marsh,
Its whistling voices were released.
The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The reeds were rattling—on it went.
O'er shaken pool under heavens cool,
Where racing clouds were torn and rent.
It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
And swept above the dragon's lair:
There black and dark lay boulders stark,
And flying smoke was in the air.
It left the world and took its flight
Over the wide seas of the night.
The moon set sale upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light.
Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong.
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.
The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.
Now call we over the mountains cold,
'Come back unto the caverns old!'
Here at the gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.
The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall.
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell.
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
~J.R.R. Tolkien, Over the Misty Mountains Cold
1. What does the storm say about the Misty Mountains in the first three stanzas? What about the "dwarves of yore"?
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2. What happened that changed all things from the happy days in the Misty Mountains?
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3. What was slain and what was the result?_______________________________________________
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4. This ends with, "We must away!" What does that mean and away to where?
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Thursday
Poetry and Creative WritingToday we're going to learn about one final type of poetic meter: Dactylic meter.
Dactylic meter is the opposite of anapestic meter. Dactylic meter is stressed/unstressed/unstressed
It is most often used in trochee and iambic as a break, but like anapest, dactylic meter can be used in a full poem.
Here are two examples:
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
It is most often used in trochee and iambic as a break, but like anapest, dactylic meter can be used in a full poem.
Here are two examples:
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
~Alfred Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight …
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand–Pre …
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight …
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand–Pre …
Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant …
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman? …
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? …
List to the mournful tradition, still sung by the pines of the forest … “
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman? …
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? …
List to the mournful tradition, still sung by the pines of the forest … “
Write a 4 line poem all in Dactylic meter.
Scriptures
Read the Doctrine and Covenants. You need to be finished with section 65 by the end of 16 weeks.
Reading
War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells 27 chapters
Monday- Chapter 9
Tuesday- Chapter 10
Wednesday- Chapter 11
Thursday- Chapter 12
Monday- Chapter 9
Tuesday- Chapter 10
Wednesday- Chapter 11
Thursday- Chapter 12
Geography
Now that you've studied maps of the world, I want you to pick one country and write a 800 to 2000 word story that takes place in it as well as drawing a detailed picture to go with the story. You have 5 weeks to do this.
