Where is Mr. Dessert's webpage?
https://sites.google.com/a/ttsd.k12.or.us/joedessert/home
Where is Mr. Dessert's blog?
http://dessertsenior.blogspot.com/
Did you know that you can reach the webpage from the blog, and vice versa?
We went over the policy and procedure sheet. Special attention was paid to those things that would be on Monday's quiz over expectations.
What video did we watch in class today? If I had a daughter, by Sarah Kay. Watch it at this site:
The words to the video:
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By Sarah Kay
If I should have a daughter,
instead of Mom, she’s gonna call me Point B, because that way she knows that no
matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.
And I’m going to paint solar
systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe
before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
And she’s going
to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back
up just so it can kick you in the stomach.
But getting the wind
knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the
taste of air.
There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids
or poetry.
So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t
coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by
herself.
Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands
will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.
Believe
me, I’ve tried.
“And, baby,” I’ll tell her,
don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick;
I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for
smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the
boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find
the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change
him.”
But I know she will anyway, so instead
I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because
there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.
Okay, there’s a
few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix.
But that’s what the rain
boots are for.
Because rain will wash away everything, if you let
it.
I
want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to
look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human
mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me.
That there’ll be
days like this.
♫ There’ll be days like this,
my momma said. ♫
When
you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when
you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to
save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain,
and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment.
And those are
the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you.
Because
there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing
the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s swept away.
You will put the wind in winsome, lose
some.
You will put the star in starting over, and over.
And
no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the
beauty of this funny place called life.
And yes, on a scale from
one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive.
But I want her to know
that this world is made out of sugar.
It can crumble so easily,
but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
“Baby,” I’ll tell her, “remember,
your mama is a worrier, and your papa is a warrior, and you are the girl with
small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”
Remember
that good things come in threes and so do bad things.
And always
apologize when you’ve done something wrong.
But don’t you ever
apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.
Your voice
is small, but don’t ever stop singing.
And when they finally hand
you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you
handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they
really ought to meet your mother.
~If I had a daughter, by Sarah Kay
Print out "If I had a daughter" and reread it. Double underline what you like.
Circle anything you don't understand.
Wiggly lines under any literary elements.
On Wednesday, we will write a draft of advice we would give to our future daughter/ son. If that doesn't work for you, write the advice letter you wish a parent had written to you.
Reminders:
Monday, February 4, Expectation quiz
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