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Progressive Story Project (Fall 2011)
Participants (Fall 2011)
Progressive Stories (Spring 2011)
Participants (Spring 2011)
Progressive Stories (Fall 2010)
Participants (Fall 2010)
Progressive Stories (Spring 2010)
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Voicethreads (Spring 2010)
Progressive Stories (Fall 2009)
Progressive Stories (Spring 2009)
Stories and Voicethreads
Your class will be writing ONE group paragraph(s) for the story (not each student). The first class will write the intro paragraph(s). Then the next class will read the paragraph(s) and decide how they want to continue the story. This will continue until the last class on the list writes the ending and gives the story a title. Your paragraph(s) will be typed onto this Wiki page. You will also need to send (email as .jpg) the 3 pictures to your Teacher Leader. The pictures should illustrate events in the section that your class wrote.
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Please add your information to the chart. This way your classes can "see" where the story is traveling and have a chance to actually "meet" some of the students who collaborate on their story.
Teacher Leader: Stephanie Butler
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Finished! I adjusted the due dates and pushed our final date back a week. :)
A. Nicole Estrada-Williams
Title (Given by the last class):
Start your story here:
What do you think about when you think of Thanksgiving? Do you think of...turkey? Macaroni? Cranberry sauce? Stuffing? Watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade? The Pilgrims? All the things you're thankful for? Well, I'm not going to tell you about any of those things. I am, however, going to tell you about the most memorable Thanksgiving Day of my life. It all began when my dad ate too much at Thanksgiving dinner and his shirt button popped off! He was really embarrassed. Mom laughed. I gave my dad some advice: Always be aware when enough is enough. He didn't think that was funny.
After dinner, we went out to the garage to see if we could find our Christmas tree. It's always a tradition for my family to put our tree up on Thanksgiving night. After hours of digging through boxes and cobwebs, we finally found it. While setting it up, my dad poked himself in the eye with one of the branches. His luck was running short that day, to say the least.
Now that the tree was up we needed to get the boxes of ornaments from the attic. So Dad climbed up the ladder to the attic while I waited at the bottom for him to hand them to me. After Dad handed me all the boxes, he began to climb down the ladder. When he reached the last rung on the ladder, he slipped and fell to the ground. BAM! Dad fell right on his bottom. Dad had NO luck today. Then w
hile carrying a tall stack of boxes filled with ornaments, Dad almost tripped on my skateboard. He thought, "Maybe my luck is changing." But as soon as he said this, he peeked around the boxes and OUCH! He poked his other eye with the prickly tree branch. Now Dad was convinved he had no luck. Dad's bad luck continued as we decorated the Christmas tree--he dropped one of Mom's favorite ornament and broke it, then he stepped on the glass and cut his foot, and he even spilled his hot chocolate and burned his hand. After they decorated the tree, everyone gathered around and admired their work. Dad gathered the empty boxes and returned them to the attic. As he returned to the living room, he told his family, "Hey, I climbed up the ladder to the attic, placed all the boxes in their places, and even climbed back down the ladder, AND NO BAD LUCK! Maybe my luck has changed."
Out of nowhere a November snowstorm suddenly hit. The trees, still covered in leaves, could not support the heavy snow. We heard branches cracking as they fell towards our power lines. Dad was heading out to shovel when the power in our house flickered on and off. Suddenly, the house went dark. Dad announced that a tree had fallen directly on our power lines. I tried to get up and grab my flashlight, but I tripped over my skateboard and cut my leg. While walking up the steps to get a band-aid, I fell, injuring my hand. I immediately knew something was wrong. Bad luck definitely seems to run in the family. Is the power outage causing the bad luck to change between family members? Have the tables turned on me...I wondered?
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