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Title: Lively Literature


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Lively Literature
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Lively Literature
  • Motivation for Learning

Myrtis Mixon Ed.D mmixon_at_usfca.edu
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Using literature?
  • Why?
  • Authentic
  • Interesting
  • Motivating
  • Engaging/involving

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SKILLS?
  • Useful as content to teach all skills
  • Reading
  • Writing
  • Speaking
  • Listening
  • Vocabulary

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  • What kind of literature have you used?
  • Pair/Share
  • Group share?

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  • How did you use the piece?
  • An activity?
  • Was it successful?

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  • What novels have you used?
  • In class?
  • Leisure reading in English?

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What novels did I bring?
  • Charles Dickens? Tale of Two Cities?
  • Emily/Charlotte Bronte? Jane Eyre?
  • Jane Austen? Pride Prejudice
  • Nathaniel Hawthorn? The Scarlet Letter
  • Mark Twain? Huckleberry Finn
  • Herman Melville? Moby Dick

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  • No
  • Why not?
  • They are good but
  • language is dated.
  • hard to read.
  • historical, not current.

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Why use contemporary?
  • Relevant to high school students
  • Todays issues
  • Todays language
  • Lively
  • Engaging
  • ????

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What is this genre?
  • Fiction with a YA designation
  • Young adult
  • Novels
  • Short Stories

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Lets jump in
  • Pre-reading?
  • What activities? Look at this book cover
  • Speak
  • A contemporary classic

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Preview of Speak
Melinda busted an end-of-summer party by calling
the cops, so her old friends wont talk to her,
and people she doesnt know hate her from a
distance. Its no use explaining to her parents
theyve never known what her life is really like.
The safest place for Melinda to be is alone,
inside her own head. But even thats not safe.
Because theres something shes trying not to
think about, something about the night of the
party that, if she admitted it and let it in,
would blow her disguise. Then she would have no
choice. Melinda would have to speak the truth.
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Clans, Cliques Outsiders
  • Pairs
  • Read together and pick out the words you know in
    this list of clans.
  • Dont have to understand them all to understand
    the piece.

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Clans, Cliques and Outsiders
  • Older students are allowed to roam until the
    bell, but ninth graders are herded into the
    auditorium. We all fall into clans Jocks,
    Country Clubbers, Idiot Savants, Cheerleaders,
    Human Waste, Eurotrash, Future Fascists of
    America, Big Hair Chix, the Marthas, Suffering
    Artists, Thespians, Goths, Shredders. I am
    clanless.
  • I wasted the last weeks of August watching bad
    cartoons. I didnt go to the mall, the lake, or
    the pool, or answer the phone. I have entered
    high school with the wrong hair, the wrong
    clothes, the wrong attitude. And I dont have
    anyone to sit with. p. 4

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Activity 1
  • Unfamiliar words
  • Slang? How much to teach?
  • Using Bookmarks for vocabulary words

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Vocabulary Bookmark
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Activity 2 Word Choice, Tone, Voice
  • Who is the speaker?
  • What is the conflict that the speaker faces?
  • Why is the listing of different social circles
    significant?
  • What type of tone is used here? Why?

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Critical Thinking Questions
  • Why are the ninth graders treated differently
    than the older kids?
  • Given the circumstances in the passage above, how
    would you feel?
  • Have you ever felt like the speaker? Describe in
    detail a time in your life when you feel you
    could relate.
  • Why do you think the speaker is facing this
    problem? Is she really an outcast?
  • High school is a time when things like hair and
    clothes can make an immediate difference in the
    way you are treated. Why do you think these
    things are so important in high school? Does this
    change in life after high school?
  • Why is it important to have a clan?

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Winter Break
  • School is out and there are two days until
    Christmas. Mom left a note saying I can put up
    the tree if I want. I drag the tree out of the
    basement and stand it in the driveway so I can
    sweep the dust and cobwebs off it with a broom.
    We leave the lights on it from year to year. All
    I have to do is hang the ornaments.
  • There is something about Christmas that requires
    a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I
    wonder if we could rent one for the holidays.
    When I was tiny we would buy a real tree and stay
    up late drinking hot chocolate and finding just
    the right place for the special decorations. It
    seems like my parents gave up the magic when I
    figured out the Santa lie. Maybe I shouldnt have
    told them I knew where the presents really came
    from. It broke their hearts.

  • I bet theyd be divorced by now if I hadnt been
    born. Im sure I was a huge disappointment. Im
    not pretty or smart or athletic. Im just like
    theman ordinary drone dressed in secrets and
    lies. I cant believe we have to keep playacting
    until I graduate. Its a shame we cant just
    admit that we have failed family living, sell the
    house, split up the money, and get on with our
    lives. (70)

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Winter Break
  • Choral Reading?
  • Summarize with your partner.

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Escape
  • The first hour of blowing off school is great. No
    one to tell me what to do, what to read, what to
    say. Its like living in an MTV videonot with
    the stupid costumes, but wearing that
    butt-strutting, I-do-what-I-want attitude

I wander down Main Street. Beauty parlor,
7-Eleven, bank, card store. The rotating bank
sign says it is 22 degrees. I wander up the other
side. Appliance store, hardware store, parking
lot, grocery store. My insides are cold from
breathing in frozen air. I can feel the hairs in
my nose crackle. I even think about trudging
uphill to school. At least its heated.
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Escape
  • I bet kids in Arizona enjoy playing hooky more
    than kids trapped in central New York. No slush.
    No yellow snow.
  • Im saved by a Centro bus. It coughs and rumbles
    and spits out two old women in front of the
    grocery store. I climb on. Destination The Mall.
  • I sit by the central elevator. The air smells
    like french fries and floor cleaner.
  • I should probably tell someone, just tell
    someone. Get it over with. Let it out, blurt it
    out. I want to be in fifth grade again. Fifth
    grade was easyold enough to play outside without
    Mom, too young to go off the block.
  • I spend the rest of the day waiting for it to be
    248, so its not all that different from school.
    (99)

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Escape
  • Use Shadow Reading.
  • What are teen words for being absent without a
    valid reason?
  • Cutting classes
  • Playing hookey?
  • ?

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Lunch Doom
  • Nothing good ever happens at lunch. The cafeteria
    is a giant sound stage where they film daily
    segments of Teenage Humiliation Rituals. And it
    smells gross. I sit with Heather, as usual, but
    we are off by ourselves in a corner by the
    courtyard.
  • Heather This is really awkward. I mean, how you
    say something like this? No matter what . . . no,
    I dont want to say that. I mean, we kind of
    paired up at the beginning of the year when I was
    new and didnt know anyone and that was really,
    really sweet of you, but I think its time for us
    both to admit that wejustareverydifferent.
  • She studies her no-fat yogurt. I try to think of
    something bitch, something wicked and cruel. I
    cant.
  • Me You mean were not friends anymore?

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Lunch Doom
  • Heather (smiling with her mouth but not her
    eyes) We were never really, really friends, were
    we? I mean, its not like I ever slept over at
    your house or anything. We like to do different
    things. I have my modeling, and I like to shop
  • Me I like to shop.
  • Heather You dont like anything. You are the
    most depressed person Ive ever met, and excuse
    me for saying this, but you are no fun to be
    around and I think you need professional help.
  • Up until this very instant, I had never seriously
    thought of Heather as my one true friend in the
    world. But now I am desperate to be her pal, her
    buddy, to giggle with her, to gossip with her. I
    want her to paint my toenails.

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Lunch Doom
  • Me I was the only person who talked to you on
    the first day of school, and now youre blowing
    me off because Im a little depressed. Isnt that
    what friends are for, to help each other out in
    bad times?
  • Heather I knew you would take this the wrong
    way. You are just so weird sometimes.
  • I know what shes thinking. She has a choice she
    can hang out with me and get the reputation of
    being a creepy weirdo who might show up with a
    gun someday, or she can be a Marthaone of the
    girls who get good grades, do nice things, and
    ski well. Which would I choose?

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Lunch Doom
  • Heather When you get through this Life Sucks
    phase, Im sure lots of people will want to be
    your friend. But you just cant cut classes or
    not shop up to school. Whats nexthanging out
    with the dopers?
  • Me Is this the part where you try to be nice to
    me?
  • Heather You have a reputation.
  • Me For what?
  • Heather Look, you cant eat lunch with me
    anymore. Im sorry. Oh, and dont eat those
    potato chips. Theyll make you break out.
  • She neatly wraps her trash into a wax-paper ball
    and deposits it in the garbage can. Then she
    walks to the Martha table. Her friends scootch
    down to make room for her. They swallow her whole
    and she never looks back at me. Not once. (107)

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Lunch Doom
  • Activity 3 Defining the Theme
  • 1. Pairs or small groups. Consider the following
    Many say the theme of this book is survival. Or
    is it being an outsider? An outcast, and how to
    survive? Can you define survival? What does it
    mean to survive? How do people survive? Describe
    a personal survival experience. Are there
    different levels of survival? What are they? What
    characteristics coincide and encourage survival?
  • 2. Compare your definitions. How is yours
    different? Does survival mean something different
    to everyone? Why? What shapes our ideas of what
    it means to survive?
  • 3. Write down your personal definition of
    survival, and then compare it to the dictionary
    definition. How does your definition measure up?
    Are there any important aspects that you left
    out, or that the dictionary failed to mention?

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Clash of the Titans
  • We have a meeting with the Principal. Someone has
    noticed that Ive been absent. And that I dont
    talk. They figure Im more a head case than a
    criminal, so they call in the guidance counselor,
    too.
  • Mothers mouth twitches with words she doesnt
    want to say in front of strangers. Dad keeps
    checking his beeper, hoping someone will call. I
    sip water from a paper cup. If the cup were
    glass, I would open my mouth and take a bite.
    Crunch, crunch, swallow.
  • They want me to speak.
  • Why wont you say anything? For the love of
    God, open your mouth! This is childish,
    Melinda. Say something. You are only hurting
    yourself by refusing to cooperate. I dont know
    why shes doing this to us.
  • The Principal ha-hums loudly and gets in the
    middle.
  • Principal We all agree we are here to help.
    Lets start with these grades. They are not what
    we expected from you , Melissa.

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Clash of the Titans
  • Dad Melinda.
  • Principal Melinda. Last year you were a
    straight-B student, no behavioral problem, few
    absences. But the reports Ive been getting
    well, what can we say?
  • Mother Thats the point, she wont say
    anything! I cant get a word out of her. Shes
    mute.
  • Guidance Counselor I think we need to explore
    the family dynamics at play here.
  • Mother Shes jerking us around to get
    attention.
  • Me (inside my head) Would you listen? Would you
    believe me? Fat chance.
  • Dad Well, something is wrong. What have you
    done to her? I had a sweet, loving little girl
    last year, but as soon as she comes up here, she
    clams up, skips school, and flushes her grades
    down the toilet.

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Clash of the Titans
  • Guidance Counselor (leaning forward, looking at
    Mom and Dad) Do the two of you have marriage
    issues?
  • Mother responds with unladylike language. Father
    suggests that the guidance counselor visit that
    hot scary underground world. The guidance
    counselor grows quiet. Maybe she understands why
    I keep quiet.
  • Mother and Father apologize. I think of them
    singing a sorry tune and I giggle.
  • Mother You think this is funny? We are talking
    about your future, your life, Melinda!
  • In-School Suspension. This is my Consequence. It
    is in my contract. (116)

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Clash of the Titans
  • Activity 4 Do a mind-map of the different
    characters in this short scene. Add details that
    you can guess about the people.
  • Expansion possibilities Students write role
    plays of a similar meeting. Act it out.
  • Use Character and Plot Line Bookmarks
  •  

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My Name
  • In English my name means hope. In Spanish it
    means too many letters. It means sadness, it
    means waiting. It is like the number nine. A
    muddy color. It is the Mexican records my father
    plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving,
    songs like sobbing.
  • It was my great-grandmothers name and now it is
    mine. She was a horse woman too, born like me in
    the Chinese year of the horsewhich is supposed
    to be bad luck if youre born femalebut I think
    this is a Chinese lie because the Chinese, like
    the Mexicans, dont like their women strong.

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My Name
  • My great-grandmother. I wouldve liked to have
    known her, a wild horse of a woman, so wild she
    wouldnt marry. Until my great-grandfather threw
    a sack over her head and carried her off. Just
    like that, as if she were a fancy chandelier.
    Thats the way he did it.
  • And the story goes she never forgave him. She
    looked out the window her whole life, the way so
    many women sit their sadness on an elbow. I
    wonder if she made the best with what she got or
    was she sorry because she couldnt be all the
    things she wanted to be. Esperanza. I have
    inherited her name, but I dont want to inherit
    her place by the window.

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My Name
  • At school they say my name funny as if the
    syllables were made out of tin and hurt the roof
    of your mouth. But in Spanish my name is made out
    of a softer something, like silver, not quite as
    thick as sisters nameMagdalenawhich is uglier
    than mine. Magdalena who at least can come home
    and become Nenny. But I am always Esperanza.
  • I would like to baptize myself under a new name,
    a name more like the real me, the one nobody
    sees. Esperanza as Lisandra or Maritza or Zeze
    the X. Yes. Something like Zeze the X will do.
  •  

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Non-Stop Writing
  • WHAT DO YOU THINK about this piece? (for one
    minute)
  • NOW NON-STOP WRITE
  • You write on a topic without stopping, similar to
    free writing. In class, non-graded, timed writing
    on an assigned topic---without stopping.
  • Use think-three rule support the statement
    with at least three reasons, all explained in
    narrative form.
  • Why do a writing assignment that is non-graded?
  •  
  • Share your writing. 

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Another contemporary classic
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Preview
  • Miles Pudge Halter is done with his safe life
    at home. His 16 years have been one big nonevent,
    and his obsession with famous last words has made
    him crave the Great Perhaps (poet Francois
    Rabelais last words.) He heads off to the
    sometimes crazy, possibly unstable, and
    anything-but-boring world of Culver Creek
    Boarding School in Alabama. His life becomes the
    opposite of safe. Because down the hall is Alaska
    Young gorgeous, clever, funny, sexy,
    self-destructive, and utterly fascinating. Alaska
    Young is an event unto herself. She pulls Pudge
    into her world, launches him into the Great
    Perhaps, and steals his heart.

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Unusual Talents
  • My new roommate came in. I see youve decorated
    the place, pointing toward the world map. I
    like it.
  • And then he started naming countries in a
    monotone, as if hed done it a thousand times
    before Afghanistan, Albania, Algeria, American
    Samoa, Andorra, and so on. He got through the As
    before looking up at me. I can do the rest, but
    itd probably bore you. Something I learned over
    the summer. God, you cant imagine how boring New
    Hope, Alabama, is in the summertime.
  • Thats pretty amazing, I said.
  • Yeah, everybodys got a talent. I can memorize
    things. And you can
  • Um, I know a lot of people last words.
  • Example? asked Chip.
  • I like Henrik Ibsens. He was a playwright.
    Well, hed been sick for a while and his nurse
    said to him, You seem to be feeling better this
    morning, and Ibsen looked at her and said, On
    the contrary, and then he died.
  • Discussion Question Chip, the Colonel, says
    Everybodys got a talent. Do you?
  • Name some other talents, usual and unusual you
    can think of.
  •  

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p. 13 Meeting Alaska
  • Later, Chip said And dont call me Chip. Call
    me Colonel.
  • I laughed, The Colonel?
  • Yeah. The colonel. And well call youhmm,
    Pudge?
  • Huh?
  • Pudge, the Colonel said. Because youre
    skinny. Its called irony, Pudge. Heard of it?
    Now, lets go get some cigarettes and start this
    year off right.
  • He walked out of the room, again just assuming
    Id follow, and I did.
  • We walked five doors down to Room 48. A dry-erase
    board was taped to the door using duct tape. In
    blue market, it read Alaska has a single!
  • He knocked once, loudly. A voice screamed to
    come in. I saw the hottest girl in all of human
    history standing before me in cutoff jeans and a
    peach tank top.
  • She told a story about someone grabbing her
    boobs. The Colonel laughed and I stared, stunned
    by the force of the voice coming from the petite
    girl and partly by the gigantic stacks of books
    that lined her walls.

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Meeting Alaska
  • Whos the guy thats not laughing at my very
    funny story? She asked.
  • Oh right. Alaska, this is Pudge. Pudge
    memorizes peoples last words. Pudge, this is
    Alaska. She got her boob honked over the summer.
  • She came over, her hand extended, then made a
    quick move and pulled down my shorts. We all
    laughed!
  • So, Alaska, sell us some cigarettes, the
    Colonel said. And then somehow he talked me into
    paying five dollars for a pack of Marlboro Lights
    I had no intention of ever smoking.
  • Discussion Question Share some nicknames. Why do
    people give nicknames?
  • Should teen-agers be allowed to smoke cigarettes?
    Why do they start smoking?
  • Do they usually start smoking to fit in?

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More bookmarks
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p. 95 Why Things Get Screwed Up
  • Alaska came to my room, sobbing. She sat down on
    the couch, whimpering and screaming. Whats
    wrong? I asked.
  • When she could talk, she said I dont
    understand why I screw everything up.
  • What, like ratting on Marya? Maybe you were
    just scared.
  • Scared isnt a good excuse! she shouted into
    the couch. But I told the Colonel about my
    ratting on Marya. He said hed never let me out
    of his sight during pranks. That he couldnt
    trust me on my own. And I dont blame him. I
    dont even trust me.
  • It took guts to tell him, I said
  • I have guts, just not when it counts.

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Meeting Alaska
  • I dont want to upset you, but maybe you just
    need to tell us all why you told on Marya. Were
    you scared of being sent home?
  • Theres no home.
  • Well, you have a family,
  • I try not to be scared, you know. But I still
    ruin everything. I still fuck up.
  • Discussion Question Miles tells the story in his
    own first-person voice. How might the book differ
    if it had been told in Alaskas voice or the
    Colonels? Or in the voice of an omniscient
    narrator?

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p. 114 Best Days/Worst Days
  • Alaska opened another bottle of Strawberry wine.
    I said, We have to slow down or Ill puke.
  • Im sorry, Pudge. I wasnt aware that someone
    was holding open your throat and pouring wine
    down it, the Colonel responded.
  • And then, as if out of nowhere, Alaska
    announced, Best Day/Worst Day!
  • Huh? I asked.
  • Well slow down the drinking by making it a
    game. Best Day/Worst Day.
  • Never heard of it, the Colonel said.
  • I just made it up.
  • Lara asked, What are the rules?

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Best Days/Worst Days
  • Everybody tells the story of their best day. The
    best storyteller doesnt have to drink. Then
    everybody tells the story of their worst day, and
    the best storyteller doesnt have to drink. Then
    we keep going, second best day, second worst
    day
  • I went first. Best day of my life was today and
    the story is that I woke up next to a pretty
    Romanian girl named Lara and I kept adding
    details. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.
  • You think Im pretty? Lara said, and laughed,
    bashful.
  • That story ended up being a hell of a lot
    better than I thought it would be, Alaska said,
    but Ive still got you beat.
  • Bring it on, baby, I said.
  • Best day of my life was January 9, 1997. I was
    eight years old, and my mom and I went to the zoo
    on a class trip. I liked the bears. She liked the
    monkeys. Best day ever. End of story.
  • Thats it?! the Colonel said. Thats the best
    day of your whole life?
  • Yup.

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Best Days/Worst Days
  • OK, my turn, said Lara. Its easy. The day I
    came here. I knew English and my parents didnt,
    and we came off the airplane and my relatives
    were here. My parents were so happy. I was 12,
    and I had always been the little baby, and that
    was the first day that my parents needed me like
    a grown-up. Because they did not know the
    language, right? They need me to order food and
    translate tax and immigration forms and
    everything else, and that was the day they
    stopped treating me like a kid.
  • All right, Takumi said, its my turn. I lose.
    Because the best day of my life was the day I
    lost my virginity. And if you think Im going to
    tell you that story, youre gonna have to get me
    drunker than this.
  • Not bad, said the Colonel. Best day of my
    life hasnt happened yet. But I know it. I see it
    every day. The best day of my life is the day I
    buy my mom a huge house. And she wont live in a
    trailer anymore. Ill open her side of the car
    door and shell get out and look at this house,
    two-stories and everything, and Im going to hand
    her the keys to her house and say, Thanks,
    Mom.
  • Colonel, you win, said Alaska. And the rest of
    us drank wine. Now whats your worst day?

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Best Days/Worst Days
  • Worst day was when my dad left. Hes oldhes
    like 70 now, and he was old when he married my
    mom and he still cheated on her. And she caught
    him, and she was angry, and he hit her. And then
    she kicked him out, and he left. I was here at
    school, and my mom called, and she didnt tell me
    the whole story. She just said he was gone and
    not coming back. I kept waiting for him to call
    me and explain, but he never did. He never called
    at all.
  • I said, You got me beat again. My worst day was
    when Tommy Hewitt pissed on my gym clothes and
    then the gym teacher said I had to wear my
    uniform or I would fail the class.
  • Lara was laughing. Im sorry, Miles. My worst
    day was probably the same day as my best. Because
    I left everything. I mean, it sounds dumb, but my
    childhood, too.
  • Takumi was next. June 9, 2000. My grandmother
    died in Japan. She died in a car accident, and I
    was supposed to leave to go see her two days
    later. I was going to spend the whole summer with
    her and my grandfather, but instead I flew over
    for her funeral.

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Best Days/Worst Days
  • Your turn, buddy said the Colonel. Alaska went
    next. She lay on her back, her hands locked
    behind her head. She spoke softly and quickly.
    The day after my mom took me to the zoo where
    she liked the monkeys and I liked the bears. It
    was a Friday. I came home from school. She gave
    me a hug and told me to do my homework in my
    room. I went into my room, and she sat down at
    the kitchen table, I guess, and then she
    screamed, and I ran out, and she had fallen over.
    She was lying on the floor, holding her head and
    jerking. And I freaked out. I should have called
    911, but I just started screaming and crying
    until finally she stopped jerking, and I thought
    she had fallen asleep and that whatever had hurt
    didnt hurt anymore. So I just sat there on the
    floor with her until my dad got home an hour
    later, and hes screaming. Why didnt you call
    911? and trying to give her CPR, but by then she
    was plenty dead. Aneurysm. Worst day. I win. You
    drink.
  • And so we did.

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Best Days/Worst Days
  • No one talked for a minute, and then Takumi
    asked, Your dad blamed you?
  • Well, not after that first moment. But yeah.
    How could he not?
  • Well, you were a little kid, Takumi argued. I
    was too surprised and uncomfortable to talk,
    trying to fit this into what I knew about
    Alaskas family.
  • Yeah. I was a little kid. Little kids can dial
    911. They do it all the time. Give me the wine,
    she said, deadpan and emotionless.
  • Why didnt you ever tell me? the Colonel
    asked, his voice soft.
  • It never came up. And then we stopped asking
    questions.
  • In the long quiet that followed, we passed
    around the wine and slowly became drunker. I
    found myself thinking about President McKinley,
    the third American president to be assassinated.
    He lived for several days after he was show, and
    toward the end, his wife started crying and
    screaming, I want to go, too! I want to go,
    too! And with his last measure of strength,
    McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words
    We are all going.

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Best Days/Worst Days
  • Long passage read it silently.
  • Discussion Questions How and what does this
    explain about Alaska?
  • In an essentially and irreparably broken world,
    is there cause for hope? Is this a hopeful time
    for these teen-agers? How do they react to
    Alaskas story?
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Are you there God? Its me, Margaretby Judy
Blume
  •  Preview Margarets family moves from New York
    City to New Jersey. Adjusting to life in the
    suburbs is not easy a different school, and a
    whole new group of friends. It also meant leaving
    her Grandmother back in the city. Everything is
    changing and there are some things about growing
    up that are hard to talk about, even with your
    best friends or your mother. So Margaret finds
    someone else to talk to.

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  • p. 1 Are you there God? Its me, Margaret. Were
    moving today. Im so scared God. Ive never lived
    anywhere but here. Suppose I hate my new school?
    Suppose everybody there hates me? Please help me
    God. Dont let New Jersey be too horrible. Thank
    you.
  • Mom explained it to me this way my father could
    commute to his job in Manhattan, I could go to
    public school, and my mother could have all the
    grass, trees and flowers she ever wanted. Except
    I never knew she wanted that stuff in the first
    place.
  • I think we left the city because of my
    granDmother. My mother says Grandma is too much
    of an influence on me. She wants to take me to
    her Jewish temple and my mother doesnt like
    that. I will miss her. Shes a lot of fun,
    considering her age, which is 60. Live

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  • p. 9 Nancy, a neighbor six houses down, invited
    me to her house. Mom, this is Margaret Simon who
    just moved in down the street.
  • How nice, said Mrs. Wheeler. Tell your mother
    Im looking forward to meeting her. Weve got a
    bowling team on Mondays and a bridge game twice
    a month.
  • I dont think my mother knows how to bowl and
    she doesnt play bridge. She paints most of the
    day, I explained. Shes an artist.
  • Were making our carpools early this year.
    Perhaps you could be part of our Sunday school
    carpool
  • I dont go to Sunday school.
  • My Mom was a Christian and my Dad Jewish, so we
    dont do anything.
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  • p. 24 On the first day of school I got up early
    but I had trouble eating. My mother said it was
    natural for me to feel uneasy on the first day of
    school. She said when she was a girl she felt the
    same way. My mothers always telling me about
    when she was a girl. Its supposed to make me
    feel that she understands everything. When she
    saw me with no socks on, she said, You know you
    get blisters every time you go without socks.
  • Well then, Ill just have to suffer.
  • But why suffer? Wear socks!
  • Now thats my point about my mother. I mean, if
    she understands so much about me then why
    couldnt she understand that I had to wear
    loafers without socks? I told her, Nancy says
    nobody in the sixth grade wears socks on the
    first day of school.
  • By the time I got to school, my feet hurt so
    much I thought I wouldnt make it through the
    day. Why are mothers always right about those
    things? As it turned out, half the girls had on
    knee socks anyway.

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  • p. 63 In November, I asked my friend Janie if I
    could go to church with her. The funniest thing
    was it was just like temple. Except it was all in
    English. But we read from a prayer book tht
    didnt make sense and the minister gave a sermon
    I couldnt follow and I counted eight black hats,
    four red ones, six blue and two fur. At the end
    of the service everyone sang a hymn. Then we
    stood on line to shake hands with the minister.
    By then I was a pro at it.
  • Janie introduced me. This is my friend Margaret
    Simon. Shes no religion.
  • I almost fainted. Why did she say that? The
    minister looked at me like I was a freak. Then he
    smiled with an Ahamaybe Ill win-her look.
  • Are you there God? Its me, Margaret. Ive been
    to church. I didnt feel anything special in
    there, God. Even though I wanted to. Im sure it
    has nothing to do with you. Next time Ill try
    harder.
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