Evaluation (the final part of the SC)
In which I will model.
In which students will partake of the wisdom.
In which they will write the evaluation/personal comment to their naughty story.
In which students will partake of the wisdom.
In which they will write the evaluation/personal comment to their naughty story.
The story so far..... (Re share with kids)
Use the recipe to re look at my story and identify the features of the structure.
My first naughty word
I could hear my three cats purring happily. I was sitting on the floor in front of the fire in my lounge. The windows where black with night and I was dressing in my warmest PJ’s. My mum was working at her desk and my father was reading a book in an old padded chair with big thick arms.
First my mother called out to me, “time to go to bed James.” But, I didn’t want to go to bed. I started to argue.
Next, my father told me to go to bed too. But I was not tired so I started to shout at them in a vicious voice. I could tell they were getting angry because their faces were turning red and there were some little veins starting to show on my dad's forehead.
After that I started to stomp down the hall like a herd of wild elephants. That's when I happened. The bad word slipped out of my mouth. I shouted it as loudly as I could, "@#%#*(!!!!!!!!"
Finally I ran to my room and hid under the covers. I was shaking. Then I heard footsteps coming down the hall towards my room…..
I could hear my three cats purring happily. I was sitting on the floor in front of the fire in my lounge. The windows where black with night and I was dressing in my warmest PJ’s. My mum was working at her desk and my father was reading a book in an old padded chair with big thick arms.
First my mother called out to me, “time to go to bed James.” But, I didn’t want to go to bed. I started to argue.
Next, my father told me to go to bed too. But I was not tired so I started to shout at them in a vicious voice. I could tell they were getting angry because their faces were turning red and there were some little veins starting to show on my dad's forehead.
After that I started to stomp down the hall like a herd of wild elephants. That's when I happened. The bad word slipped out of my mouth. I shouted it as loudly as I could, "@#%#*(!!!!!!!!"
Finally I ran to my room and hid under the covers. I was shaking. Then I heard footsteps coming down the hall towards my room…..
Evaluation/PC
I was lying under the covers in the dark. I felt so miserable that I wanted to bawl. The footsteps came down the hall and into my room. I was shriving and petrified under the blanket. Then my mum said in a quiet, calm voice, "I don't ever want to hear you say that again." Then the footsteps left. I was lying alone and sad. I wished that I was back in the warm lounge by the fire and time could turn back to before I said the naughty word.