tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post7820487246986770347..comments2024-03-28T17:39:34.611-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: I Think That I Shall Never See, A School Project on the Life Cycle of A Tree...Jungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-63618424502485516732017-03-29T15:50:59.106-04:002017-03-29T15:50:59.106-04:00Memorable science projects from my life:
Collect ...Memorable science projects from my life:<br /><br />Collect 50 leaves (one oak, one maple, one chestnut) for an A, mounted on plain white paper for an identification quiz.<br /><br />Find varieties of pond algae by hacking the ice with an axe and collecting water<br /><br />Identify 25 different trees by their twigs. Find and mount 30 different bugs.<br /><br />And for my children:<br /><br />soak puppy teeth in a variety of beverages and weigh on lab scale (Gatorade was bad)<br /><br />heat tennis balls in the oven or cool in freezer and measure and compare the bounce: hot and moist, hot and dry, room temperature, cold and moist, cold and dry<br /><br />build a working catapult and hurl a tennis ball (pick one of the above) across the gym into the target trash can<br /><br />create an edible cell model. We baked a cake in two stainless bowls and used candy for the various components<br /><br />My favorite kitchen project: compare the hot cross buns recipe in Mrs. Beeton's 19th c. book of Household Management (scored from the Cincinnati library) with a modern day version, student essay on the phenomenon, bake enough buns for the entire class.<br /><br />Margaret S. Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07979191318652199350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-34158003451256481552017-03-29T15:14:30.661-04:002017-03-29T15:14:30.661-04:00I've been waiting for the food part of Heritag...I've been waiting for the food part of Heritage Day. My boy has Sweden, and I swear we are serving Swedish fish. Or the little meatballs from Ikea.Trishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04091610560547789358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-3304358050310099732017-03-29T15:09:15.869-04:002017-03-29T15:09:15.869-04:00This just happened at our house! For extra fun 1)...This just happened at our house! For extra fun 1) the project was already late when I heard about it and 2) dear hubby was away. The lad had to do some kind of display about Sweden. A famous person was one of the choices. I voted for Alfred Nobel but the library didn't have materials about him on the shelf (they were checked out). The final result was a brochure about the creator of Minecraft.Trishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04091610560547789358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-1336309388883440022017-03-29T14:53:47.008-04:002017-03-29T14:53:47.008-04:00Didn't the Spartans fight naked?Didn't the Spartans fight naked?Gigi Norwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00495357787099352860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-60846584105001579882017-03-29T14:52:39.109-04:002017-03-29T14:52:39.109-04:00Actually, my older sister was the artist in the fa...Actually, my older sister was the artist in the family, so I completely understand what it's like to be held to that unreachable standard. Why do you think I went in to theatre? Less competition within the family. Gigi Norwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00495357787099352860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-6709248402949354162017-03-29T14:52:15.608-04:002017-03-29T14:52:15.608-04:00Oh, Hank. Poor you, and poor your mother.Oh, Hank. Poor you, and poor your mother.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553268569509053159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-5221778400063234192017-03-29T14:50:51.670-04:002017-03-29T14:50:51.670-04:00Hurrah, Finta!Hurrah, Finta!Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553268569509053159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-26387940225346123652017-03-29T14:49:35.254-04:002017-03-29T14:49:35.254-04:00Amen to that, Aimee. Was he a young teacher? I fin...Amen to that, Aimee. Was he a young teacher? I find the younger they are, the more exciting "throw your own authentic Cretan pottery at home" sounds.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553268569509053159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-33746028000303429122017-03-29T14:43:47.535-04:002017-03-29T14:43:47.535-04:00Please. No. To this day gingko trees give me flash...Please. No. To this day gingko trees give me flashbacks to Leaf book project. Hordes of desperate parents scouring the town for specific leaves. Stripping the trees like locusts. Helping our son put his book together with typewritten explanations the night before it's due. Same son going to bed while his insane mother is typing and pasting. Oh god. That reminds me of another project where insane mom sat up until two in the morning transforming an old cub scout uniform shirt into General Custer's for an oral book report. Please, no more.Pat Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12732230586783432052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-75345422975798892682017-03-29T14:40:15.134-04:002017-03-29T14:40:15.134-04:00Are there pictures?!Are there pictures?!Ingrid Thofthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04063912686011336076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-50155009125497176902017-03-29T13:22:48.651-04:002017-03-29T13:22:48.651-04:00School projects are a way to explore your most cor...School projects are a way to explore your most corrosive family dynamics. My daughter (competitive, perfectionist, controlling) would always have a brilliant vision for her project that she didn't quite have the skills to execute. Then her father (competitive, perfectionist, controlling) would get involved to "help." Cue the fireworks. Meanwhile, our son, born with a keen sense of the world's absurdity, never gave a flying #$*% about these projects. Plus, he is severely artistically challenged. He can't even cut pictures out of a magazine, which I think stems from being kinda left-handed (writes lefty, does other things righty). But he's not ambidextrous; more like ambi-clumsy. So I always felt compelled to get involved. If I let him hand in his own work, I was sure the teacher would think he lived in a youth shelter or an abusive foster home. My ego on the line, not his. S.W. Hubbardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16775130052850737713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-2331070344285607152017-03-29T13:04:40.955-04:002017-03-29T13:04:40.955-04:00You artistic/crafty types make it harder for the r...You artistic/crafty types make it harder for the rest of us.Yours is the ideal against which all others are judged! I always thought there should be an option--let the artistic types do a project and let the verbal types (me!) write a paper.S.W. Hubbardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16775130052850737713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-83691155445416629432017-03-29T12:53:20.656-04:002017-03-29T12:53:20.656-04:00Classic!
These announcements are like the permissi...Classic!<br />These announcements are like the permission slip that is lost (and forgotten) in the bottom of the book bag.<br />Libby DoddUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03967590242114956411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-56917411105432045702017-03-29T12:43:33.042-04:002017-03-29T12:43:33.042-04:00Oh, and I once thought it would be easy and impre... Oh, and I once thought it would be easy and impressive and successful for the science fair to make a double helix out of wire and different colored ping-pong balls. It seemed like it should stand up on its own, but it didn't. I made more like a multicolored collapsed ladder. … disaster Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-26752004992986998722017-03-29T12:40:30.036-04:002017-03-29T12:40:30.036-04:00 Yes, report covers! Always a problem, as I learne... Yes, report covers! Always a problem, as I learned, too… Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-1500100384400601672017-03-29T12:31:32.853-04:002017-03-29T12:31:32.853-04:00As one of four kids, there were projects galore in...As one of four kids, there were projects galore in my house growing up. I remember doing reports on Maryland, armadillos, and a timeline of the history of the world, which didn't take any time at all! The most popular project story in my family is that one of my sisters wasn't happy with her report cover so she decided to trim it. And trim it. And trim it. The report cover ended up being the width of a ruler, with a full-sized report behind it! Not a great moment in terms of presentation.Ingrid Thofthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04063912686011336076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-12992025527940621752017-03-29T12:16:27.208-04:002017-03-29T12:16:27.208-04:00Flash forward to junior high. Same kid wrote an e...Flash forward to junior high. Same kid wrote an essay on the Battle of the Bulge, footnoted et al. The teacher accused him of plagiarism because it was so good, no help from parents either. That was an interesting parent-teacher conference, especially when I suggested she go to the library and find ONE instance of copying from a published work. I'm not sure she'd ever been to the library.<br /><br /> Now he writes his own books. He could do with an editor, but nothing is plagiarized. Fintahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17087809450585073206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-4680005952634881372017-03-29T12:13:57.446-04:002017-03-29T12:13:57.446-04:00I am crying laughing. Your footnotes are fabulous....I am crying laughing. Your footnotes are fabulous. The hooligans have at least 6 years of projects combined ahead of them...and now I'm crying. Phrases often heard during project time in our house include: "Trifold? Where am I supposed to get a trifold at midnight?" "Mom! Start the car! The knife slipped and we have a gusher!!!" "Um...are homemade crystals made of Borax, a wing, and a prayer supposed to have a heartbeat and move?" Jenn McKinlayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03214926031147370862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-86752047553884962352017-03-29T11:54:05.886-04:002017-03-29T11:54:05.886-04:00I recently had to judge essays by six graders, fo... I recently had to judge essays by six graders, for a contest sponsored by a big bookstore, with the topic "my favorite teacher. " every single one of them was written exactly that way. Exactly that way!! My brain started screaming after about 10 of them… Different stories, but with exactly the same rhythm. Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-31127625207670882252017-03-29T11:49:51.524-04:002017-03-29T11:49:51.524-04:00I had to make a leaf book, of course. And yes, the... I had to make a leaf book, of course. And yes, the 24 hour rule. I got the leaves, and put them on pieces of paper, but that I needed a cool cover for the notebook. <br /> Where was I going to get fabric for this? Ah ha! How about my mother's bright green felt holiday tablecloth! <br /> I Cut a huge rectangle out of it and used it to cover my notebook. I think I stapled it on. <br /> The level of anger from my mother was never before seen, or after, in our house. <br /> Imagine this in all caps: you cut up my tablecloth? Why on earth would you do that? <br /> I can still hear her voice! Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-87499779234483320862017-03-29T11:29:36.496-04:002017-03-29T11:29:36.496-04:00I was home schooled 4th through 10th, so I was abl...I was home schooled 4th through 10th, so I was able to skip most of those projects. My mom agreed with you that building something like that doesn't help you learn, which is good since I'm not that artistic.<br /><br />However, I had some projects like you are talking about - for English class in eleventh grade. And yes, Mom and Dad did have to help, although I did most of the work myself. Mark Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567392254011373198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-84174459627485811322017-03-29T11:19:22.861-04:002017-03-29T11:19:22.861-04:00Editorial integrity, at its finest!Editorial integrity, at its finest!Aimee Hixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06045158961269334826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-50171442975788256422017-03-29T11:17:06.005-04:002017-03-29T11:17:06.005-04:00Oh, Karen, you laugh or you cry. Or you go to jail...Oh, Karen, you laugh or you cry. Or you go to jail for maiming someone.Aimee Hixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06045158961269334826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-25431948131457242372017-03-29T11:13:51.427-04:002017-03-29T11:13:51.427-04:00I can't recall much difficulty in school proje...I can't recall much difficulty in school projects but I do remember one. My eldest, maybe then in the second grade, had to write and illustrate a book. And his brief was to describe all the things he did in a day. It was cute and fun, and I admired it and sent him off to school. That afternoon he brought it home with a note from his teacher asking for an edit. Unbeknownst to me, he had included going to the bathroom and drew a picture of himself standing and urinating, little bitty peepee and all.<br /><br />I refused the edit.<br /><br />Ann in RochesterFintahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17087809450585073206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-48610209946153077792017-03-29T11:07:22.765-04:002017-03-29T11:07:22.765-04:00Aimee, you always make the worst situations so dam...Aimee, you always make the worst situations so damned funny! Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18002794561817071780noreply@blogger.com