Yesterday, my lesson focused on descriptive language. We began the lesson by looking at a passage from a new book I'm reading, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender. Here's the passage:
After analyzing this passage together and discussing the use of sensory imagery to create a full experience for the reader, students used a QR Code to access a Padlet wall, where they posted pictures of descriptive passages from chapter 3 of A Wrinkle in Time. We used the Padlet wall examples to discuss the various ways that authors use language to create imagery. Finally, my students used theses model passages to write their own descriptive paragraphs. They could write about anything they wanted, real or imagined. The only direction I gave them was to be descriptive without using "fluffy" language or using too many words. Below are some of the passages they wrote:
The alley is a great place to get hurt. Rats eating out of the trash; fire in barrels. Homeless people hug the wall for comfort. Gangs looking for trouble and store owners ready for anything. Trash litters the alley floor, leaving only an unhealthy habitat.
Serene and beautiful, calm and quiet. The woods call, as the wind talks to the slightly swaying trees. A babbling brook teaming with life, gently sounds as it flows over the rocks. You can smell the flowers from the not-so-far away meadow. They smell sour and sweet. The colony of bees buzzes, for the honey is sweet, but the journey is treacherous. The shapes of fish blocked by the fading shadows of the weeping willows, a place tucked inside a land dotted by river bends.
The dusty baseball field is old. The bases are worn and battered from all the sliding. The spotlights are cracked and losing their light. Three bats, all dented, lay against a rusty metal fence. The lights shut off as the sun sets after a long day at the ballpark.
In the afternoons, I go to a place of peace and quiet. It is a place with two softhearted people who love to help search for requests. It's a place with the smell of wood and paper, and a hint of coconut pie. When I look around, I see people sitting in bean bags, enjoying themselves. I see people touching the smooth texture of words. I sometimes hear people whispering to themselves, or the bubbling of the fish tank filled with goldfish swimming while their fins glitter in the light. The place I go to is the amazing library.
As she stood on the ledge, she could feel the cold steel of her foot blade pressing up against the bottom of her smooth baby soft skin. She could smell the polluted air of the big city. She could hear the planes soaring high in the jet streams, and the task force rushing up the stairs ready to fire the 300 degree metal shells into her cold, weak body. Blood dripping slowly from her wounds. Slowly she leans forward and dives, the wind rushing over her, and the dark shirt she got on a warm Christmas morning flapping in the wind. Then, right before she hits the ground, she wakes up in her safe bed.
What I love about each of these paragraphs is that they're so different. You can see a little slice of each student's personality in the way that they craft their writing. What I loved about this lesson was that each student was totally engaged in the process. They worked hard to search for strong examples of description because they wanted to post the best pictures on the board. They took their time and revised their writing because they wanted to make it on my blog. In this case, technology wasn't the center of the lesson; beautifully crafted writing was. Instead the technology served to create an authentic audience in each step of the lesson, and that's just the way it should be.
Awesome lesson! I hope you don't mind if I borrow it!
ReplyDeleteOf course! I'm happy you find it useful for your classroom, Robyn!
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