Ideas for Assessing Writing

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I Would Rather…

would rather…..                                                                     ….instead of 

drink an Arnold Palmer                                                      any kind of soda

get up early                                                                            stay up late

put everything away                                                            have things lay about

play or watch a sport                                                           go to a party

read a book                                                                            watch a movie

eat out                                                                                     bake anything

be by the ocean                                                                     camp outside

play with kids                                                                         be at the adult’s table

visit relatives                                                                          be dressed up (with stocking)

swim                                                                                         run

Thanks for the inspiration for this post from our March SOL.

#SOL18 – My Childhood

My childhood tasted like…

still steaming New York City style bagels: pumpernickel, rye, and everything,

Charlie’s chips and pretzels from a tin,

homemade Jewish Apple Cake,

fried spam or pork roll sandwiches with yellow mustard,

Italian hoagies,

wonton soup and egg rolls,

Philadephia soft pretzels, either just baked or cold from being sold on Bustleton Avenue,

cherry cheesecake and french fries for lunch,

and my grandmother’s wide noodle homemade chicken soup.

 

My childhood sounded like…

children playing in the pool,

air raid sirens every weekday at noon,

lawnmowers,

the theme song of Little House on the Prarie,

robins,

and

my dad’s laugh.

 

My childhood smelled like…

freshly-cut grass,

azalea bushes,

chorine,

Pennypack Park,

and

sweaty bodies of kids playing.

(Thank you to Stopping by an English Class on a Random Day for the idea for this post).