Grade6 StudentEdition Unit2
Grade6 StudentEdition Unit2
Finding
Your Voice
When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful.
— Malala Yousafzai
Performance Task
Preview
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Winning a baseball Two rival football teams
game with a home run often meet each other in
does not happen often. a showdown, or decisive
It is a phenomenal event. contest.
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TARGET SKILL
Theme The theme of a fiction story is the central idea or
message about life that the author wants readers to understand
and remember. Readers must usually infer, or figure out, the
theme from details such as the plot, setting, dialogue, and
character changes. As you read “The Boy Who Saved
Baseball,” look for details that are clues to the theme. Use a
graphic organizer like this one to record details and
infer the theme.
Theme
TARGET STRATEGY
Analyze/Evaluate Study carefully, or analyze, the text in
order to evaluate it, or form an opinion or judgment
about it.
The Media
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MEET THE AUTHOR
John H. Ritter
“The driving force behind all my stories comes
primarily from finding something that really
bugs me,” explains young-adult baseball
novelist John H. Ritter. Influenced by his
mother’s songs and his father’s sportswriting
career, as well as by legendary groundbreaking
figures as diverse as baseball icon Roberto
Clemente and singer-songwriter Bob Dylan,
Ritter developed an enduring love for both
baseball and creative writing as he grew up.
In addition to playing ball and playing music,
Ritter was both a successful student and a
GENRE notorious prankster in school, earning him
recognition in high school as both Senior Class
Realistic fiction has characters President and Senior Class Clown. In 2009, he
and events that are like people
wrote and published a prequel to The Boy Who
and events in real life. As you
read, look for: Saved Baseball entitled The Desperado Who
characters who behave just as Stole Baseball.
people do in real life
a main character who MEET THE ILLUSTRATOR
overcomes a challenge
real-life challenges Robin Eley
Robin Eley’s work has garnered
several awards and has been
featured in an array of books,
magazines, and newspapers.
Eley was born in London, grew
up in Australia, and attended the
Illustration Academy in Sarasota, Florida. He
earned his Bachelor’s Degree in Fine Arts from
Westmont College in Santa Barbara, California,
where he also captained the basketball team.
Eley now resides in Adelaide, South Australia,
where he pursues his artistic visions, teaches
illustration, and plays basketball.
ESSENTIAL QUESTION
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in years. From little hamlets like this one to the last weed-filled vacant
lots in cities everywhere, the Wild West showdown flavor of this Big
Game has fired up interest and imaginations all over this land.”
“Just focus on your hitting and fielding,” Del Gato reminded
everyone as the team finished its second round of batting practice.
“Hitting, fielding.”
Then came the sports network truck, and the players stopped
what they were doing and stared as it all sank in. The Dillontown
Wildcats were going national.
“Don’t pay any attention,” Del Gato called from the pitcher’s
mound. “Crying out loud, they got nothing better to do than hound
a bunch of kids?”
Tom hustled out and sat atop the old stone wall in right field,
pretending to be taking a break, while he spied on the guy from the
sports network.
“How long’s he going to pitch, fella?” he asked Tom.
“One more hitter, then we’re done.”
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The reporter turned to a man with a camera on his shoulder,
stepping out of the huge white truck. “Roy! Only one more batter.
Get down there!” Then he slapped at his shirt pocket, retrieving
a notebook and a pen. “What’s your name, partner? How old are
you? What’s it like to have a legend like ‘El Gato Loco’ coaching
your squad?”
Tom wanted to answer every question, but the last one
reminded him that he needed to stay focused. “Sorry, I can’t talk
now.” Then he couldn’t help himself. He had to know. “Is that
why you’re here? All because of him?”
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“Oh, no. Don’t you see, kid? This Big Game, your whole
situation here, has caught the attention of the entire nation.
It’s David versus Goliath! It’s loyalty versus the big bucks. The
small-market team fighting for its life against the big-money boys
who want to come in and bulldoze right over them. It’s a metaphor
for the entire game of baseball.”
“It is?”
“I’m telling you, buddy. It’s more than a metaphor. This could
be a metafive!”
With that, he stabbed the pen back into his pocket, folded the
notebook, and ran toward the cameraman, followed by another guy
wrapped in headgear and holding a furry microphone on a pole.
Luckily for the reporter, and for everyone in the stands, the last
batter was Cruz. Because he put on a show.
“Ramón,” he called out. “This one’s for you.” On the next
pitch, he served up a low line into left field, two steps to the right
of Ramón.
“María, get ready,” he yelled, and the next one, a sharp ground ball,
sizzled down the first-base line. María snagged it on the short hop.
The crowd wooed at how easily she made the play.
By the time Cruz called Tom’s name and sent him deep against
the right-field wall, hoots and whistles ripped out of the stands for
both hitter and fielder. More than that. Between pitches, Tom now
heard a definite buzz of surprise, of discovery and awe.
“What’re you feeding ’em for breakfast, Gallagher? A box of
Wheaties and a pound of nails?”
Every hitter had done well that day, better than usual. The fielders
had all displayed fundamental improvement, even over yesterday. But
Cruz’s show was full of flair and finesse. He could not miss. Like a pool
player, he called his shots, hitting any pitch, high or low, toward any
player. Hitting the ball as if it were standing still.
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Finally, the awesome display seemed to be sinking into the
minds of the fans in the stands, particularly those, like Doc, who’d
been there since Monday.
The ballpark became a canyon of quiet, save for Cruz’s roll call
and the slap of the ball on his maplewood bat. “Frankie, turn two!”
Frankie charged the hot grounder, stabbed it, tossed it to Tara at
second, who relayed it to María at first. Smooth as mole de chocolate
(MOH leh deh choh koh LAH teh). Again the crowd called out its
admiration.
Tom felt a giddy light-headedness as he watched. For the first
time, he felt happy to be here. Tara, running back to second, smiled
and gave him thumbs-up.
At the end of practice, the low
voices in the dugout and the serious
looks of quiet confidence on the faces of
the other players only convinced Tom’s
suspicions that they felt it, too.
“We got half a chance,” said Ramón.
“Yeah,” added Rachel.
There it was. The team’s two
quietest players had spoken the words
no one else had dared to say.
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“Grab all your stuff,” Del Gato growled, bringing a bucket of
balls in from the mound. “We’re going to jog out of here. And if
those reporters come swarming around—well, you know the drill.”
The players rose and filed out of the dugout. They started
through the crowd and back to camp. Except for one. Tom lingered
behind, sitting alone on the old pine bench. He wanted to savor
the thrill of this moment. He wanted to allow everything that had
happened to sink in. He let his thoughts fly loose, like leaves in the
wind, like sagebrush whizzing past his face as he ran through the
hillside chaparral. Then he reached for the sports bag next to his
feet, pulled out his Dreamsketcher, and began to write.
Images of newscasters, landowners, outsiders, and locals who
came to root or gloat, hate or berate, filled the movie screen of his
mind. He painted the scenes in drawings and word pictures as fast
as he could scratch. This awkward, ten-membered, twenty-legged
caterpillar of a team, cocooned for days in the school
library and on a sunken baseball field, was now
breaking out into butterfly beauty, putting on a
show, catching everyone’s eye.
Tom pushed his pen along the paper,
capturing the moment. He could still hear
the roar, the drumbeats. He could hear
footsteps. He looked up.
There stood Alabaster Jones.
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“Well, Tom Gallagher,” he said. “Just the man I’m looking for.”
He descended the dugout steps. “You boys must think you’re
pretty smart.”
Tom only stared, afraid even to blink or breathe.
“Yes, sir,” Mr. Jones continued, “I heard all about what you and
that Mexican boy did. Think you’re some clever muchachos (moo
CHAH chohs), don’t you?”
Tom managed a slight shrug.
Mr. Jones stepped closer, lowering his face into Tom’s, and
grabbed the neck of his T-shirt. “You ride off and bring back that
no-good disgrace of a human being to coach this team of miserable
misfits. Get him to show you a little something about hitting. Huh?
Speak up!”
“Mr. Del Gato is not a disgrace. He has a lot of grace.”
The man twisted his fists, tightening Tom’s shirt around his neck.
“Shut up. Now, I’m only saying this once, so listen good. If by
hocus or by pocus you happen to win tomorrow and this land deal
falls through, you will sincerely regret it. I have associates in this
town who promised me that they will personally shut down Scrub
Oak Community School, fire the staff, and make all you kids hike
down and back each day to that Lake View Mesa school if things
don’t go as planned. And why would we all do that? Simple lack
of funds, my boy. It’s big tax dollars you kids are playing with. Big
money all around. Do you understand?”
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He did. Instantly, Tom could see a whole chain of events, like
dominoes falling whap-slap into each other. Either the Wildcats lose
tomorrow, or Tom’s parents lose their jobs. Then maybe even their home.
Compared to that, a few houses up on the hill didn’t seem so bad.
Mr. Jones must’ve read the understanding on Tom’s face. He let
go of his shirt and smiled.
“Good,” he said. “Because I can cause you more hurt than a heart
attack.” He grinned so wide, his sunburned lips turned white.
Tom stared back, blinking hard. But if Tom had learned anything
during the past week, he’d learned when he had to speak up and
when it was better to be silent.
And now was a time to speak.
“We’re not trying to hurt you,” said Tom. “We don’t have
anything against you at all. Why are you trying to hurt us?”
“Oh, you poor, poor boy. Listen, if you win that game, you’ll be
hurting me far more than what I could ever do to you. And I mean
right here.” He tapped his white sports jacket on the left side of his
chest. “In my wallet.”
Then Mr. Jones’s face seemed to change, turning softer. Worry rose
in his eyes. “You see, son, I was once a lot like you. I was young. I had
stars in my eyes. But what you don’t understand is that in the game
of life, money wins. Brains can only take you so far. Talent barely gets
you in the door these days. But this”—he held up his hand and rubbed
his thumb against his first two fingers—“this opens more doors than
dynamite. With this, you have instant respect, instant power.”
Mr. Jones turned, but he did not leave. He looked off toward
Rattlesnake Ridge as if imagining what all this land would be like after
he was done with it.
“Remember,” he said, “without money and the wish for even more
money, Columbus never would’ve sailed to America. Then where
would we all be today? Think about that.”
ANALYZE THE TEXT
Understanding Characters How do Tom’s
feelings about winning the game change after he
talks to Alabaster Jones? Why do they change?
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Under the stars that Friday night, all of the players joined in the
wheel-spoke circle, and all eyes were wide open. Who could sleep with
the weight of the fate of the town squeezing down on them?
Okay, Wil could. But he’d had three burritos grandes, four slices of
watermelon, and a mango after catching batting practice all afternoon.
“No one expects us to win,” said Clifford, lying with his knees up and
hands behind his back. “I think somebody’s going to be real surprised.”
Ramón agreed. “My dad came by this morning saying, ‘Don’t worry.
This game doesn’t even matter. Sooner or later this whole place will be
houses and eight-lane freeways.’ I just smiled and said, ‘Yeah, Dad,
we know.’”
“That’s what the mayor said, too,” Frankie added. “But when he was
watching batting practice today, he was white as a tortilla.”
“Yeah,” Cruz agreed. “But I think his true color was alabaster. Right,
María? What are you going to say to him after we ruin his plans?”
Tom’s gut clenched.
“Hey, look, you guys,” María answered. “Don’t get overconfident.
Remember, batting practice is one thing. But in a game—especially this
one—it’s different. There’s a lot of pressure.”
“She’s right,” said Ramón. “But I think Cruz and Clifford are, too.
The way I see it, as long as we think we have a chance, we have a chance.”
Tom kept silent. His mind was still frozen under the snake eyes of a
man named Jones who loomed above him like a viper over a rat. What
did he expect Tom to do? Tell Cruz and everyone to throw the game?
Tom was just the bench guy, the reserve player. Even if he got into the
game, which would only happen if one team was way ahead of the other,
he could strike out and make an error or two, but big deal. It would
hardly affect the game.
Maybe, he thought, he could coach first and trip everyone as they
ran the bases. Or maybe he could go out to the scoreboard with a
mirror and shine sunlight into all the batters’ eyes. But he
hated these thoughts. In fact, he was tired of thinking.
“Tom,” said Cruz. “What do you think?”
Boom went his heartbeat.
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“About what?”
“About the neural receptors inside our brains.”
“What?”
“Okay, then. Are we going to win tomorrow?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It’s up to you guys.”
“Aaapp!” said Frankie. “Wrong answer.”
“Well, he doesn’t know.” It was María coming to Tom’s defense.
“No one does. We spent three days swinging at the same stupid
pitch a million times. But it was in the library. What about real
life?”
“What about it?” asked Clifford. “You saw us today. We
smashed the chips-and-dip out of the ball.”
“So?” Rachel rustled inside her bag as she flipped over to
her stomach. “I mean, I don’t know what happened to us in the
library. If we got hypnotized or reprogrammed or brainwashed
or what. All I know is, we can’t forget we’re human beings.
And human beings have control over their thoughts. And as
long as we concentrate on doing our best, we shouldn’t worry
about winning or losing.”
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She paused, her voice lowered to a From treetop, from the hawk’s
whisper. “I just believe that when people perch, Tom thought about the game,
do things with good intentions, good the town, the hillsides. In a million
things happen. Like when Tom and Cruz years—a short time, really, in space
rode off to see Del Gato. But when we years—would it even matter whether
do stuff out of fear, bad things happen.” they won or lost? In a thousand? What
She looked around. about a hundred?
“A lot of people are afraid of what might Who could say? But he knew one
happen tomorrow. But we can’t be. thing. Rachel was right. He’d seen
Then, whatever happens will turn it too many times. When he froze
out okay.” up from fear, he did stupid things—
“Even if we lose?” asked Frankie. like never talking to Doc about the
“Even if we lose. I mean, from ball field. And when he let his mind
where we are, losing may look like a fly above the fear, he saw hitting a
total disaster. Like we just accidentally baseball as just another form of GPS
busted down someone’s wall.” Though tracking.
he couldn’t see her, Tom could hear No matter if his parents got fired
the smile in her voice. “But you know, and his family had to move. No matter
we only see it from here. How does it what trouble Alabaster Jones might
look from the hawk’s nest? Or from cause. Tom determined that tomorrow
the stars?” he would play to win. And now he
No one said a word. Everyone, wondered how he could’ve considered
even Tom, searched the night sky, doing anything else.
roamed the ether, bouncing around
between the moon, the stars, and the
eucalyptus trees.
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Journalism, Literacy, and Liberty
In “The Boy Who Saved Baseball,” some of the About five hundred years ago, literacy levels
locals preparing for the big game were doubtless among the general populace, in many parts of the
impressed by the arrival of national newscasters. world, began to rise dramatically. The invention
Others, including Mr. Del Gato, were distressed: of the printing press by Johannes Gutenberg in
how dare those crass journalists and photographers fifteenth-century Germany sparked a revolution in
descend en masse like that, pestering the players publishing, or the making public of information and
and fans for the sake of a few lines of copy? It takes ideas; by 1500, several thousand printing presses
more than a little grouchiness from the public, were operating in Europe. As printed language
however, to keep the press from its appointed spread, so did literacy; and as literacy spread, so
rounds—whether the journalists involved are did the desire for liberty—including the freedom
delivering news of critical importance to the nation to print and read as one chose, without censorship.
or just providing a little entertainment through Gutenberg’s press was swiftly replicated
anecdotes of human interest. and improved upon, and European publishers
For hundreds of years, humankind has read began distributing books by the millions. Then,
about the recent past in the words of journalists: approximately four centuries ago, newspapers
reporters, columnists, essayists, bloggers, social- for the general public began proliferating in many
media gurus, and others. However common such European cities, including London, where one of
writing and reading may seem today, one needn’t the first daily newspapers emerged in the early
travel too far into the past to find a time when 1700s under the masthead The Daily Courant.
the news, and indeed the written word itself, was In the same period, journalism began to
available only to the elite, to the very few—for establish itself in the American Colonies, where
the simple reason that most people, for most at first most news items focused on information
of history, could not read at all. Even if they had about London and the rest of Europe. Gradually,
been literate, the masses of people could hardly as independence-minded thought began to flourish
have found a word to read, for the huge quantity in the Colonies, newspapers became more local,
of text we now see every day is a relatively recent less European in content—they began to focus
phenomenon. And if they had found a word or on ideas and issues in the Colonies themselves.
two to read, they might not have been free to Journalists and publishers such as Benjamin Franklin
read them. began using the press as a vehicle for not only news
Precursors to the modern newspaper, the but also witty commentary on issues of the day.
epitome of journalism and the most accessible The rest, as they say, was history; journalistic
form of news for generations, appeared about two freedom and relatively widespread literacy helped
millennia ago, in ancient Rome. During the same to fuel the flames of the American revolutionary
time period, Chinese emperors, empresses, and spirit and, ultimately, lead to the founding of
other government officials were being briefed on the most freedom-loving nation in the history
current happenings via regularly published reports. of the world. In the words of America’s most
However, both the Chinese and the Roman revered publisher,
reports had to be copied by hand; therefore their
circulation was severely limited—not just by “Without freedom of thought, there can
the low literacy level of the populace but also by be no such thing as wisdom; and no such thing
the labor required to make multiple copies. as public liberty, without freedom of speech.”
Government censorship, too, played a major role —Benjamin Franklin,
in limiting the spread of the printed word; rulers The New England Courant, July 9, 1722
were reluctant to allow their subjects access to
information that might make them rebellious.
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BE A READING DETECTIVE
Dig Deeper
Use Clues to Analyze the Text
Use these pages to learn about Theme, Metaphor, and
Understanding Characters. Then read “The Boy Who Saved
Baseball” again to apply what you learned.
Theme
The author of the realistic fiction story “The Boy Who Saved Baseball”
wrote it with a message about life for readers to understand and
remember. This message is the theme, or central idea, of the story.
Authors do not always state the theme of a story directly. Think of
details in the story that show the characters’ feelings and actions. Then
think about real people’s feelings and actions. Look back at the first
paragraph on page 178. What does Rachel tell her teammates? Use
Rachel’s message and other text evidence in the story to infer the theme
of “The Boy Who Saved Baseball.”
Theme
Understanding Characters
Characters in realistic fiction are much
like people in real life. They experience
real problems and try to find solutions to
them. As the characters respond to
challenges, their thoughts and beliefs may
change. Recognizing these changes helps
readers better understand the characters.
As you read the selection again, note Tom’s
feelings about the game at different points
in the story. How does Tom's response to
different plot events show how he grows
and changes as the plot unfolds?
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RETURN TO THE ESSENTIAL QUESTION
Review the selection
Turn Classroom
and with a partner to
Talk prepare to discuss this Conversation
question: How do the media
influence how people feel about Continue your discussion of “The Boy Who
events? As you discuss key ideas, Saved Baseball” by explaining your answers
listen carefully and contribute to to these questions:
your partner’s ideas. Use text
1 How might the story have changed if
evidence to support your ideas.
Tom had not spoken to Alabaster
Jones?
NO FEAR
Analyze Details Work with a partner to discuss
the players’ conversation the night before the
game. Discuss these questions: In what way do
Tom’s friends help him overcome his fear of
Alabaster Jones and what might happen in Tom's
community? Why is this an important event in
the story? How does this part of the story help
develop the theme? Describe how this event or
scene fits in the overall structure of the story.
Writing Tip
State your opinion in the first sentence of your
paragraph. Then organize your reasons and
evidence in a logical order.
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Lesson 6
u a d i n g
INFORMATIONAL
Pe r s
TEXT
P u b l i c
P e rs u a d in g
th e P u b li c t h e
by Cecelia Munzenmaier
Most Americans see or hear more than two
hundred advertisements each day. They read
them in magazines, newspapers, mail, and e-mail.
They hear them on the radio. They see them on
television, on billboards, and in skywriting.
GENRE The goal of commercial advertising is to
Informational text, such persuade people to buy things. Other forms of
as this article,
t h e Pgives i cfacts and
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examplesP e su
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topic.
Editorials or letters to the editor, for example,
express an opinion. They present an argument
and give reasons why people should agree with
that particular point of view.
TEXT FOCUS
Arguments are often made in
advertisements or letters to the
editor in an attempt to convince
a reader to think or act in a
certain way.
Persuade
Chef Joe’s
Choice – Keep
SOUPS TO SAVOR! It
Clean!
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Letters Express Opinions
Billions of dollars are spent on advertising each year, but mailing a
letter to the editor of a local newspaper may be just as powerful. It can
be an effective way to persuade people and change minds.
Letters to the editor are among the most popular features of
newspapers and magazines. Radio and television stations also may share
opinions and comments from listeners and viewers.
Whether in print or on the air, the most effective letters focus on
one main argument and present facts and reasons to support it. Readers
or listeners are invited to consider, and perhaps share, a point of view.
Here is an example.
I believe our new gym should be named for Coach Len Burns.
Coach made all kids feel a part of the team, whether they were stars
or reserve players. He taught us not to gloat when we won. He taught
us not to give up when we lost. He gave us the confidence to face any
showdown.
For thirty years, he has been a phenomenal coach. His lessons have
lingered for many athletes. That’s why the new
gymnasium should be named for Len Burns.
He is the man who taught us how to be good
players and good sports.
Sincerely,
Alex Sims, basketball player
Hoyt Middle School
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Pe rs ua di ng
th e Pu bl ic
TEXT TO TEXT
Compare the Power of Persuasion With a partner,
compare “The Boy Who Saved Baseball” to “Persuading
the Public.” Discuss these questions: In what ways do
advertisements persuade people? How are these ways
similar to the way the media, Alabaster Jones, and Tom’s
friends use persuasion? Use text evidence to support
your answers.
TEXT TO SELF
Write a Dialogue Alabaster Jones tries to persuade
Tom to lose the big game. How would you react in a
similar situation? Imagine that you are talking to a
friend who is being pressured to do something. Write a
short dialogue that shows what you and your friend
might say to each other.
TEXT TO WORLD
Summarize an Argument Read an editorial or a
letter to the editor in a newspaper or digital
publication. Summarize the argument used to support a
claim. Tell whether the writer’s argument is persuasive.
Include examples to support your opinion.
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Digital Resources
Multimedia
Grammar Glossary
A verb may be more than one word. The main verb expresses
action or a state of being. The helping verb works with the main verb
but does not show action.
helping verb main verb helping verb main verb
Try This!
With a partner, read aloud each sentence below.
Find one sentence with a linking verb and three
with action verbs. Which sentences have a main verb and a
helping verb?
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You can make your writing clearer and more vivid by replacing vague
verbs with exact verbs.
Tom caught the long fly ball with Tom snagged the long fly ball
his glove. with his glove.
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Interactive Lessons
Writing Arguments:
Introduction
Writing Arguments:
Support Your Claim
Revised Draft
Writing Checklist
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Le sson
1 observe 2 raucous
If you observe the Ferris The raucous cymbals of
wheel carefully, you can the marching band were
see the people who are so noisy, we had to cover
riding on it. our ears.
LANGUAGE DETECTIVE
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TARGET SKILL
Text and Graphic Features Informational texts like “Do Knot
Enter” often provide graphic features that represent and
support the information found in the text. As you read the
selection, use the illustrations along with the information in the
text to help you understand the topic of knots. Use a graphic
organizer like this one to show how the illustrations and text
work together to give you a better understanding of the topic.
How They Go
Graphic Feature Text
Together
TARGET STRATEGY
Summarize As you read “Do Knot Enter,” stop occasionally to
briefly retell, or summarize, the most important ideas in your
own words.
Critical Thinking
Talk About It
What kinds of games and puzzles do
you enjoy? What problems do they
require you to solve? How do you
solve them? Share your ideas with
your classmates.
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Lesson 7
ESSENTIAL QUESTION
The word Knot is flashing on and off. You can’t see through the
gate, but when you look up, you observe the top of a Ferris wheel.
You hear people cheering and chattering. Raucous music blares
in the background. To the right, kids are spinning around on a
crazy-looking flying saucer. To the left, a roller coaster looms
above the wall.
MathZone? It looks more like an amusement park than a
study hall!
Your eyes turn to five tangled loops of rope hanging from hooks
on the gate. To the right of the gate is an empty ticket window with
a sign that says, “Tickets Knot Required.”
Puzzled, you lock your bike to a lamppost, walk up to the gate,
and tug on one of the knotted loops.
“Hold your horses,” says a metallic-sounding voice, as a
zany-looking droid pops into the ticket window. “Your mind is
your ticket to the MathZone,” it says. “To open the naughty knotty
gate, just find the knot that is not a knot. When you untangle it, the
gate will unlock.”
ANALYZE THE TEXT
Figurative Language What types of figurative
language does the author use on this page?
What is the author trying to describe and say in
each type of figurative language used?
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Knot A Knot B Knot C
Which of these
tangles is not
a true knot?
Knot D Knot E
You study the five knotted loops, wondering which one you
ought to try to untangle. Can you figure out which loop is not
a knot?
Try
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Knots and Unknots
Have you ever watched a magician tie a gigantic knot then
magically make it fall apart? Sometimes what looks like a very
impressive knot isn’t a knot at all. Magicians and escape artists are
experts at tying phony knots.
Mathematicians are especially interested in knots that can never
be undone. Mathematically, a knot is a one-dimensional curve that
winds through itself in three-dimensional space and catches its own
tail to form a loop. You can untie a shoelace and untangle a fishing
line, but you can’t untie or get rid of the knot in a mathematician’s
knotted loop. To turn a tangled shoelace into a mathematical knot
you would have to tape the shoelace’s ends together. Then you
wouldn’t be able to untie the knot.
If a loop has no knot in it and can be made tangle free to look like
a circle, mathematicians call it an unknot. Only one of the tangled
loops on the MathZone gate is an unknot.
To Be or Knot to Be
Knot theorists are mathematicians who look for patterns that
distinguish true knots from messy tangles called unknots, which can
come apart when shaken. Knot theorists also look for ways to classify
different types of knots.
How many different knots can you make? To tell one from
another, you can start putting them into groups by counting how
many times the rope or cord crosses itself. To make it easier to count,
lay each knotted loop down on a table.
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Knot A on the MathZone gate is called a trefoil
knot. With only three crossings, it’s the simplest
type of knot there is. In the top left diagram, the
trefoil knot on the right is a mirror image of the
trefoil knot on the left. Are they both the same
A trefoil knot has three knot? No. There’s nothing you can do to make
crossings. The trefoil knot on one knot exactly like the other without cutting the
the right is the mirror image of loop, rearranging the strand, and joining the ends
the trefoil knot on the left.
again (unless you look at it in a mirror).
Knot B on the MathZone gate is the only
type of knot that crosses itself four times.
Mathematicians call it the “figure-8” knot. Knot
D has six crossings. Most people know it as the
familiar “granny knot.” A square knot also has six
crossings. Are a square knot and a granny knot
Both the granny knot (left) and the same knot? Look at the crossing pattern for
the square knot (right) have six
crossings. The two knots are each knot to the left. Do you see the two places
not the same, however, because where the knots differ?
their crossing patterns differ. Mathematicians have identified 1,701,936
different knots with 16 or fewer crossings. It
was very tricky for them to come up with the list
because sometimes two knots can look different
but really be the same. At other times, a tangle
that looks like a knot is really an unknot.
To keep from getting fooled, mathematicians
have worked out some formulas that can serve as
shortcuts for telling a knot from an unknot and
one knot from another. They’re still searching for
Here’s an example of a a single formula that identifies all possible knots.
loop that looks knotted
but really isn’t. Magicians
sometimes use loops like
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this one in their tricks.
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do the illustrations and the text
work together to describe knots and
unknots?
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Cat’s cradle starts
with a loop of string
held as shown
between your hands.
A complex sequence of
cat’s cradle moves leads
to this intriguing unknot
known as “Jacob’s ladder,”
or the “Indian diamonds.”
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Lord Kelvin’s Knots
Mathematicians originally got the idea of studying knots from
William Thomson, known as Lord Kelvin. Lord Kelvin was a
famous physicist who lived more than 100 years ago in England.
At that time, scientists didn’t know that atoms consisted of particles
called electrons, protons, and neutrons. They did, however, suspect that
atoms of oxygen, hydrogen, iron, sulfur, and other elements were
not exactly alike because of their different chemical behavior.
Lord Kelvin suggested that atoms might be like little whirlpools
in an invisible fluid that fills all space. He proposed that different
elements would correspond to different knotted tubes of fluid
whirling in closed loops. For example, atoms of the simplest
element, hydrogen, might look like a trefoil knot, and those of
other elements might look like other knots. Inspired by that theory,
mathematicians started to make tables of all possible types of knots.
Mathematicians continue to study knots, although Lord Kelvin’s
theory turned out to be wrong. We now know that there is no
invisible fluid filling all space and that the number of protons in the
nucleus of an atom is what decides which element it is. Lord Kelvin
still made a name for himself in science for several discoveries and
inventions, including the Kelvin temperature scale, which was later
named for him.
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Knots in Your Body
Would you believe that when you
catch a cold or the flu, your body could
be getting tied up in knots?
Scientists are using the mathematical
study of knots to help understand the
long, skinny, twisted loops and links of
DNA, or deoxyribonucleic acid—the
molecules that determine the genetic
code for every living thing. If a single
DNA strand were magnified to become
as wide as a telephone wire, it would be
more than a mile (more than a kilometer)
long. Heaps of DNA strands sit like
microscopic spaghetti inside plant and
animal cells. Those strands may be
twisted around one another, joined
together to form loops, or tied in knots.
Molecular biologists have discovered
that when a virus attacks living cells, it
can break up unknotted loops of DNA,
then rejoin the strands to form knots.
Biologists and mathematicians are now The two tangled loops of
working together to use knot theory as a DNA, as seen under an
way to figure out how viruses work. That electron microscope (top),
both turn out to be trefoil
could lead to a cure for certain diseases—
knots (bottom).
maybe even a cure for the common cold!
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Dig Deeper
Use Clues to Analyze the Text
Use these pages to learn about Text and Graphic Features, Text
Structure, and Figurative Language. Then read “Do Knot Enter”
again to apply what you learned.
How They Go
Graphic Feature Text
Together
Figurative Language
Authors sometimes use figurative
language to make a text more
interesting and to help readers
understand what they read. As you
reread the selection, pay attention to
the author’s use of figurative
language. See if you can find
onomatopoeia, or a word that
imitates a sound. Examples of
onomatopoeia are hiss, buzz, and
squish. Look for figures of speech
such as raining cats and dogs, in
which the phrase means something
different from what the individual
words mean. What effect do words
and phrases like these have on the
meaning of the text?
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RETURN TO THE ESSENTIAL QUESTION
Review the selection with
Turn
and a partner to prepare to Classroom
Talk discuss this question: Conversation
How can math help you solve
problems in everyday life? Continue your discussion of “Do Knot
Contribute to the discussion by Enter” by explaining your answers to these
reviewing and explaining key ideas questions using text evidence:
in the selection that support your
1 Why might two knots look different
answer.
but really be the same kind of knot?
DETERMINE MEANING
Use Reference Sources “Do Knot Enter”
contains words specific to the study of knots.
Choose three of the following words and find
them in the selection: theory, atom, formula,
mathematicians, particles, molecules. Look up
each word in a print or digital dictionary to find
its meaning, pronunciation, and part of speech.
Write a new sentence for each that includes a
definition. Share your sentences with a partner.
Writing Tip
Include only the most important ideas from the
last section of the text. Use your own words to
tell the main ideas.
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Lesson 7
INFORMATIONAL
TEXT
GENRE
Informational Text
Writers sometimes provide
A trick with knots that will
information in the form of a dazzle your friends and family!
step-by-step activity that you
can do yourself. illustrated
by Michael
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A diagram is a type of graphic
feature that provides a clear
visual of what is being described
in the text.
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a loose knot in the center. Keep
that knot loose so your audience
single knot
can see a little daylight through
it. Hold the shoelace and knot
up to your audience and say:
“See that I have made a knot in
2
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3
the top.”
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have three tight “locking”
knots at the top and still one
loose knot at the bottom.
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STEP 5 behind your back where the
audience cannot see it. Struggle
mightily with your hands, arms,
and torso.
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and joins the other three knots.
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TEXT TO TEXT
Compare Activities “Do Knot Enter” and “The Knot That
Is Not” teach readers how to tie different knots. Use the
following questions to help you compare and contrast the
texts: How does each selection present the subject of knots?
How does each selection use text and graphic features?
Write an answer to each question. Use evidence from the
texts to support your answers.
TEXT TO SELF
Write a Paragraph The selection “Do Knot Enter”
provides a riddle for you to solve. Think of another time
when you used critical thinking to solve a problem. Write
a paragraph explaining the problem and the steps you
took to solve it.
TEXT TO WORLD
Reveal Magic Tricks Magicians around the world
perform tricks that involve tying fake knots. With a
partner, research another common trick that magicians
perform. Use print or online resources to find out how the
trick is done. Share your findings with the rest of the class.
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Digital Resources
Multimedia
Grammar Glossary
GrammarSnap
Video
An indirect object usually tells whom or what was affected by the action.
The indirect object comes between the transitive verb and the direct object.
Try This!
Read the sentences below. On another sheet of paper,
write the verb in each sentence and label it transitive
or intransitive. If it is transitive, write the direct object. Also
write the indirect object, if the sentence contains one.
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You can vary sentence structure and make your writing easier to read
by combining direct objects from different sentences.
Separate Sentences
My sister made a simple trefoil knot. She made a Jacob’s ladder, too.
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Interactive Lessons
Writing Arguments:
Introduction
Writing Arguments:
Support Your Claim
Revised Draft
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A scientific principle, This computer processor
such as Isaac Newton’s is an elegant solution
law of gravity, is an to a scientific problem,
important rule that can resolving it in a simple,
guide future research. ingenious way.
LANGUAGE DETECTIVE
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TARGET SKILL
Conclusions and Generalizations As you read “Science
Friction,” use text evidence, along with your own experiences, to
draw conclusions and make generalizations. A conclusion is a
judgment drawn from ideas in a text. These ideas may not be
stated directly. A generalization is a broad statement that is true
most of the time. Use a graphic organizer like this one to help
you combine your own experience with text evidence to draw
conclusions and make generalizations.
Conclusion or
My Experience Text Evidence
Generalization
TARGET STRATEGY
Infer/Predict Use text evidence to figure out, or infer, what the
author means, and predict what might happen in the future.
Experiments
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Lesson 8
David Lubar
David Lubar originally aspired to
be a comedian. He sold a joke for
seventy-five cents and still has the
check. He also loves pinball and even created
an Atari pinball game. With thirteen books
(including Dog Days and Flip) and many video
games to his credit, Lubar has a remaining goal:
to write a movie or a cartoon show.
ESSENTIAL QUESTION
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It turned out that they had stuff going on all week
except for today right after school. Three coin tosses and a
short argument later, we agreed to meet at my place.
“My room’s a little messy,” I warned everyone.
“Messy room, messy mind,” Ellen said.
“Empty room, empty head,” Benji said.
Much as I hated to admit it, I was starting to like him.
We met outside after school and walked to my house.
On the way, Ellen mentioned thirty-seven reasons why
she was so great and wonderful and perfect, Benji made
nineteen jokes, and George kicked a rock.
When we went inside, my mom got all excited. “Oh,
you brought friends, Amanda. How nice. I’ll make snacks.”
She seemed to think I spent too much time by myself.
“Watch your step,” I warned everyone as we approached
my room. I pushed against the door. It didn’t move. I leaned
into it and gave a hard shove.
“Eeew. You want us to go in there?” Ellen scrunched
up her face.
“Hey—it’s not dirty. It’s just messy.” I walked over
various piles of clothes, books, magazines, and other
essentials, then plopped down on my bed. Okay—actually, I
plopped down on the clothes that were on my bed.
Ellen tiptoed in, followed by Benji and George. George
sat on my hamper. Ellen perched on the edge of a chair.
“You should fire your maid,” she said. “Ours would never
leave a room like this.”
I ignored her.
“Wow. It’s sort of like you live inside a laundry basket.”
Benji walked over to the highest mound of clothes, right near
my bookcase, and reached up. “Hey, I can touch the ceiling.”
He thumped his chest and shouted, “I’m king of the laundry!”
ANALYZE THE TEXT
Conclusions and Generalizations What conclusions can be
drawn about Amanda based on text evidence?
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“Cut that out,” I said. “We have work to do.”
“Knock, knock.” My mom appeared with a tray stacked full of
goodies. Before anyone could speak, she’d handed each of us a plate.
Turkey sandwiches, and baby carrots with little dishes of ranch dip.
Mom made great sandwiches.
“Okay—back to the project,” I said. “What about chemistry?”
“Boring,” Benji said.
George nodded.
I took a bite of my sandwich. I really loved chemistry, but I was
willing to compromise. “Biology?” I asked.
“Not interesting,” Benji said.
George curled his lip.
I took another bite, and tried another field. After getting similar
responses from them for everything I could think of, I looked over
at Ellen, who’d been sitting quietly, eating her snack. Even there,
she was disgustingly neat. I didn’t see a crumb on her plate. She’d
finished her sandwich and started on the carrot sticks.
“You like chemistry?” I asked her.
“Astronomy,” she said, dabbing a speck of mayonnaise from the
corner of her lip with her napkin.
That figured. I bet if I’d mentioned astronomy, she’d say she liked
chemistry. We kept talking, but got absolutely nowhere. Ellen didn’t
like any of my ideas. I didn’t like any of hers. Benji seemed more
interested in touching the ceiling.
And George just sat there. Though, compared to the noise everyone
else was making, I had to admit I was beginning to appreciate the value
of silence. We only had an hour because Ellen needed to leave for a
piano lesson. When it was time to go, we agreed that everyone would
think about stuff for a week. Then we’d get back together.
“Nice friends,” my mom said after they’d left. “Wouldn’t
you like to have a neat and tidy room where
all of you could hang out?”
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“It’s fine the way it is,” I said. I’d rather spend my time trying to
understand the universe than straightening out one little unimportant
part of it.
We met the next week. Mom brought snacks again. And once
again, we couldn’t agree on anything. Finally, I said, “Look, we can’t
keep going like this. If we don’t pick a project now, we’re toast.”
“Planning is important,” Ellen said.
“So is toast,” Benji said.
“But we aren’t planning, we’re arguing,” I said.
“We are not,” Ellen said.
“We are too,” I said.
“Are not.”
“Are too.”
“R2-D2!” Benji shouted.
“You’re the only one who’s arguing,” Ellen said.
We argued about that until it was time for her to go.
Week four. I voted for my project. Ellen voted for hers. Benji
voted for Albert Einstein. George didn’t vote, but he did offer the use
of his quarter.
“Look,” I said. “It’s obvious we can’t agree. So let’s each start an
actual project. Next week, we’ll pick the best one, and everyone will
work on it.”
ANALYZE THE TEXT
Connotation/Denotation Amanda describes Ellen
as “disgustingly neat.” Does that phrase have a
positive or negative connotation? How can you tell?
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Week five. We each decided we needed another week . Everyone
left right after our snack . When Mom came back for the dishes, she
sniffed, looked at my piles of clothes, and said, “You really need to
think about picking up .”
She was right. It was getting a little stuffy. But I couldn’t pick
things up just then . I needed to think about my project. So I found a
more elegant solution . I opened a window.
Week six .
“What’s that supposed to be?” I asked Benji when he lugged his
project into my room .
He looked down at the pile of ice-cream sticks and coat-hanger
wires attached to a board with bits of duct tape, bent nails, and large
globs of glue. “It’s a roller coaster.”
“You’re kidding.”
He shrugged. “It sort of fell apart. I’m not great with tools.”
I figured he’d make a joke about the project, but he just sighed
and said, “Sorry I let the group down .”
I looked over at Ellen, who hadn’t brought anything. “Did you
start a project?” I’d expected her to drag in a display charting the life
cycle of designer handbags.
“I tried to spot comets,” she said. “It would be so great to discover
a new one. Dad bought me this excellent telescope last month . But
it’s been cloudy every night.”
I waited for her to say she was sorry, but she didn’t. I guess the
word wasn’t in her vocabulary. I glanced at George. He shook his
head and spread his empty hands. Then I looked at my desk, where
I’d balanced a large board that contained my experiments. I’d grown
crystals in various solutions. “I guess we’ll have to use mine,” I said.
“Notice how the copper sulfate produces a—”
Just then, Mom appeared in the hallway with a tray. She pushed
at the door. Then she pushed harder. There still wasn’t enough space
for her to get in. She gave the door a good, hard shove. I could feel the
floor shake.
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On my desk, the whole display started to slide. I tried to dash
across the room, but I tripped on a pair of jeans. All of my hard work
crashed to the floor.
I lay on my stomach, staring at the icky mess. Mom put the tray
down in the hall and squeezed through the doorway. “That’s it. I’ve
had it. This room is a disgrace.” She grabbed a handful of clothes
from the floor. I expected her to drop them somewhere, or toss them.
Instead, her eyes opened wide. Then she went, “Eeewww.”
I looked over. Under the clothes was . . . something. It was dark
green and shriveled. What in the world is that? I leaned closer. It was
some kind of food.
“That does it!” Mom yelled. “You are grounded until this room
is clean.”
“But—”
“Disgusting.” She shook her head and walked out.
I stood there, staring at the thing. Whatever it was, I hadn’t put it
there. I was a slob, but I wasn’t a pig.
Behind me, Ellen whispered something.
I spun toward her. “If you mention your maid one more time, I’m
going to scream.”
Ellen flinched and backed away from me. I realized I was already
screaming.
“I just wanted to tell you I was sorry,” she said.
“What?”
“I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
“Your fault?”
She shrugged. “I’m allergic
to wheat.”
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I let her words roll around in my brain for a second, hoping I’d
somehow misunderstood what she meant. But the equations only
seemed to have one solution. Ellen didn’t eat bread. Ellen’s plate was
always empty. Ellen had just apologized. “Are you telling me you’ve
been stashing sandwiches in my room?”
“Not sandwiches. Just the bread. The turkey was delicious.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want your mom to think I didn’t like her food. And I felt
kind of funny about mentioning my allergy. I try so hard to fit in, but
it’s not easy sometimes. I’m not good at it like you are. You’re just so
comfortable with stuff.”
“What?”
“You don’t worry about what people think,” she said. “I worry
so much that I always end up saying the wrong thing. And you’re so
smart. I have to study so hard. I have to keep everything so carefully
organized, or I get lost. But you—you’re so good at science.”
“Oh.” I’d definitely need to think about what she’d just said. I guess
I’d been making a lot of assumptions. But at the moment, I had a more
urgent issue to deal with. I looked at the moldy slab. “How many?”
“Every week,” she said.
“Where?”
She went to various clothes heaps in my room and revealed the
slices of bread, which ranged from slightly moldy to totally overgrown.
Benji picked up the pieces and laid them out on my desk. If the
bread hadn’t been buried in my wardrobe like some sort of ancient
Egyptian funeral offering, I probably would have found it pretty
fascinating.
“I’m sorry,” Ellen said again. “I’ll explain to your mom that this
was my fault. And I’ll help you clean your room. Okay? If there’s one
thing I’m really good at, it’s straightening up.” She looked at me like
she expected me to turn her down.
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She seemed really sorry. “Sure. You can help. That would be
wonderful.”
“I’ll help too,” Benji said.
George nodded.
“Thanks,” I said as we tackled the top layer. “This is great. But
we still don’t have a project.”
“Sure we do .”
I was so shocked by the voice, I just stared at George.
“We do?” Benji asked.
George nodded and pointed at the bread.
“Mold!” Ellen said. “We have a whole display of the stages of
mold growth .”
“Yeah,” I said. George was right. We had pieces of bread for each
week . “But is that enough?” It was hard to imagine a whole project
from some slices of moldy bread. Then I realized it wasn’t just about
mold growth .
“Look,” I said, flipping a piece over.
Ellen nodded. “Mayonnaise. It’s acidic.”
“Yup . We have an example of mold inhibition too. We just have
to figure out a way to display it so you can see both sides.”
“Great,” Ellen said. “But what if it’s still not enough?”
“Oh, there might be some more . . .” Benji said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Promise you won’t kill me?”
“No .”
“Promise you won’t make it slow and painful?”
“No .”
He shrugged. “I sorta don’t like turkey a whole lot.”
“Oh, please don’t tell me you’ve been stashing meat
in my room.”
He nodded.
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“Where?” I sniffed and looked around.
Benji pointed at the top of my bookcase.
“You slimeball,” I said as I climbed a chair to take a look.
Oh, yuck . There were five piles of turkey in various stages of
decomposition, neatly laid out from left to right. It was absolutely
disgusting. It was also pretty fascinating. And I guess I was relieved
to know the smell wasn’t coming from my clothes.
I looked over at George. “What about you? Is there anything you
don’t like?”
He lifted a stack of books to reveal baby carrots.
“Good grief. How could all of you just hide food away like that?”
“Well,” Ellen said, “the place is kind of a dump . If you don’t care,
why should we?”
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“When in Slobovia,” Benji said, “do as the Slobs do .”
I couldn’t argue with them . All they’d done was sink to my level.
Maybe this was one area where it wouldn’t hurt for me to try to be a
bit more like Ellen. But just a bit. No way would my pens ever match
my wardrobe.
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Ellen, who had beautiful handwriting, lettered the
signs. I typed a report to go along with the display. As we
all finished up the project together, I realized I’d discovered
an important scientific principle. It had nothing to do with
mold, but everything to do with chemistry. Some elements
combined quickly. Others combined slowly. And some
didn’t combine at all unless you mixed them together under
high heat and intense pressure.
We got an A. Ms. Adler complimented us on our
planning. “I’m impressed,” she wrote, “that you worked
so nicely as a group and immediately got started on a well-
planned and complex project. Your use of familiar food items
was especially clever.”
That afternoon, as I was leaving school, I found Ellen,
Benji, and George waiting for me.
“Want to hang out?” Ellen asked.
“Do you?” I asked back.
All three of them nodded. I thought about those
reluctant elements again—the ones that didn’t want to
combine. When you finally got them together, they usually
formed incredibly strong bonds.
“Seems a shame not to take advantage of all our work
cleaning your room,” Ellen said.
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“Good point.” I didn’t have the heart to tell them
that half the floor had vanished again. They’d find out
for themselves soon enough. On the other hand, it would
give us something to do. There was one other thing I had
to tell them, though. “This time, I think we should make
our own snacks.”
They all agreed about that too.
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BE A READING DETECTIVE
Dig Deeper
Use Clues to Analyze the Text
Use these pages to learn about Conclusions and Generalizations,
Connotation/Denotation, and Characters’ Motivations. Then read
“Science Friction” again to apply what you learned.
Conclusion or
My Experience Text Evidence Generalization
Characters’ Motivations
Authors often use characters’
motivations to move the events of a
story along. In “Science Friction,”
Amanda says she is “good at science.”
She also probably wants to get a good
grade on her science project. Amanda
is unhappy with her team’s lack of
progress for three weeks. Finally, in the
fourth week, she takes charge. She
tells everyone to start a project and
bring it the next week; then they will
choose the best one. What is Amanda’s
motivation for doing this?
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RETURN TO THE ESSENTIAL QUESTION
Review the selection
Turn
and with a partner to Classroom
Talk prepare to discuss this Conversation
question: How can mistakes turn
into answers to problems? As you Continue your discussion of “Science Friction”
discuss, ask each other questions by explaining your answers to these questions:
and reflect on the ideas presented.
1 In what ways do Amanda’s feelings
Use examples from "Science
about each team member change by
Friction" to explain your response.
the end of the story?
Writing Tip
Remember that an action verb tells what the subject
of a sentence does. Use action verbs such as hide,
clean, and build to retell the story's episodes in your
own words.
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FLEMING’S MIRACLE MOLD
Mold once helped scientists find an elegant solution to a
big problem.
In 1928 a Scottish scientist named Alexander Fleming was
working in a hospital lab, hoping to find a way to fight bacterial
infection. To study bacteria, Fleming grew specimens in dishes. One
day, he noticed that a mold had grown on one specimen. Then he
discovered that around the mold, bacteria had died.
What had killed them? It was a chemical in the mold!
After years of further research, scientists used the mold,
Penicillium notatum, to make a drug called penicillin. At first,
penicillin was hard to make in large batches. Then scientists found
that it grew fast on corn and rotting melon.
By the mid-1940s, the United States was making 650 billion
doses of penicillin per month. Infections that once were deadly could
now be cured with an antibiotic drug made from a mold!
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TEXT TO TEXT
Compare “Mold” Texts Talk with a partner
about “Science Friction” and “Growing Mold.”
Discuss these questions: In what way does each
text tell about mold growth? How are the two
texts different? After you discuss your ideas,
work together to write an answer to each
question. Include evidence from the texts.
TEXT TO SELF
Write About Groups “Science Friction”
shows how a diverse group can work together.
Think of a time when you were part of a group
or a team. What were some of the challenges
of working together? What were the benefits?
What was the result? Write a paragraph that
answers these questions.
TEXT TO WORLD
Explain Fungi Mold is a type of fungus.
Mushrooms and yeast are fungi, too. Look up
fungus in a dictionary. What do you think is the
value of studying fungi such as mushrooms and
yeast? Share your thoughts with a partner.
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Digital Resources
Multimedia
Grammar Glossary
GrammarSnap
Video
The group had its first meeting, and Amanda became the leader.
In each part of a compound sentence, the subject and verb must agree.
Try This!
Work with a partner. Identify the conjunction in each
sentence below. Then explain the subject-verb agreement
in both parts of the sentence.
1 Ellen puts her clothes away, but other students toss their clothes
anywhere.
3 George says very little, but Ellen and Benji talk a lot.
4 Ellen has the moldy bread, and Benji has the rotting meat.
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Choppy writing does not flow smoothly. It contains too many
short sentences, one after the other. You can avoid choppy writing by
combining separate sentences that have related ideas into a compound
sentence. Remember to use a comma before the conjunction in a
compound sentence.
Separate Sentences
Ellen hid her wheat bread. Benji hid his turkey slices.
Compound Sentence
Ellen hid her wheat bread, and Benji hid his turkey slices.
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Interactive Lessons
Writing Arguments:
Introduction
Writing Arguments:
Support Your Claim
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LANGUAGE DETECTIVE
Islands
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Explorin
Talk about the ng
Writer's Words
Verbs are words that
express actions. Work
with a partner to find
the Vocabulary words
that are verbs. What
clues did you use to find
them? Use the verbs in 3 4
new sentences.
defy permeated
Only an emergency The sweet smells of
would force a resident tropical flowers have
of an island to defy, or permeated, or spread
challenge, a hurricane. through, many islands.
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TARGET SKILL
Cause and Effect When you read “Kensuke’s Kingdom,” look
for cause-and-effect relationships as the plot unfolds and
characters respond or change. To identify a cause, ask why an
event happens; to identify an effect, ask what happens as a
result. Remember that an effect can have more than one cause,
and a cause can have more than one effect. Use a graphic
organizer like the one below to record cause-and-effect
relationships in “Kensuke’s Kingdom.”
Cause Effect
TARGET STRATEGY
Visualize Use text evidence to visualize the characters and
events, forming pictures in your mind of the plot as it unfolds
and moves toward a resolution.
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PREVIEW THE TOPIC
Island Ecosystems
Talk About It
Think about stories or movies in which
the characters must survive in an
unfamiliar ecosystem. What caused
their problems? What resources did
they use to solve them? Share your
ideas with your classmates. How were
your examples similar and different?
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Lesson 9
MEET THE AUTHOR
Michael
Morpurgo
British author Michael
Morpurgo runs Farms for
City Children, a program that allows children
from British cities to spend time on his
three farms. Many of his books center on an
elderly man “giving back to nature more than
he takes from it.” An author of more than
one hundred books, Morpurgo was Britain’s
Children’s Laureate for 2003–2005.
GENRE
MEET THE ILLUSTRATOR
Realistic fiction has
characters and events that are
like people and events in real
William Low
life. As you read, look for: Although he paints in
details that help the reader a dark basement, William
picture the setting Low is known for his use of
a main character who
light. He once captured a sunset kayaking
overcomes a challenge
trip so accurately, viewers assumed he’d
been there. Low’s other books include
Old Penn Station and Chinatown.
ESSENTIAL QUESTION
With every day that passed, in spite of the fish and fruit and water
he continued to bring me, I came to hate the old man more and more.
Dejected and depressed I may have been, but I was angry, too, and
gradually this anger fueled in me a new determination to escape, and
this determination revived my spirits. Once again I went on my daily
trek up Watch Hill. I began to collect a fresh cache of dry leaves and
twigs from the forest edge and squirreled them away in a deep cleft in
the rock so that I would always be sure they were dry when the time
came. My beacon had dried out at last. I built it up, higher and higher.
When I had done all I could I sat and waited for the time to come, as I
knew it must. Day after day, week after week, I sat up on Watch Hill,
my fireglass polished in my pocket, my beacon ready and waiting.
As it turned out, when the time did come, I wasn’t up on Watch
Hill at all. One morning, with sleep still in my head, I emerged from
my cave, and there it was. A boat! A boat with strange red-brown
sails—I supposed it to be some kind of Chinese junk—and not that far
out to sea, either. Excitement got the better of me. I ran helter-skelter
down the beach, shouting and screaming for all I was worth. But I
could see at once that it was hopeless. The junk was not that far out
to sea, but it was still too far for me to be either seen or heard. I tried
to calm myself, tried to think . . . the fire! Light the fire!
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I ran all the way up Watch Hill without once stopping, Stella
hard on my heels and barking. All around me the forest was cackling
and screeching and whooping in protest at this sudden disturbance. I
readied my cache of dry leaves, took my fireglass, and crouched down
beside the beacon to light my fire. But I was trembling so much with
excitement and exhaustion by now that I could not hold my hand still
enough. So I set up a frame of twigs and laid the glass over it, just as
I had before. Then I sat over it, willing the leaves to smolder.
Every time I looked out to sea, the junk was still there, moving
slowly away, but still there.
It seemed an age, but there was a wisp of smoke, and shortly
afterward a glorious, wondrous glow of flame spreading along the
edge of one leaf. I bent over it to blow it into life.
That was when I saw his feet. I looked up. The old man was
standing over me, his eyes full of rage and hurt. He said not a word,
but set about stamping out my embryo fire. He snatched up my
fireglass and hurled it at the rock below, where it shattered to pieces.
I could only look on and weep as he kicked away my precious pile
of dry leaves, as he dismantled my beacon and hurled the sticks
and branches one by one down the hill. As he did so the group of
orangutans gathered to watch.
Soon nothing whatsoever now remained of my beacon. All about
me the rock scree was littered with the scattered ruins of it. I expected
him to screech at me, but he didn’t. He spoke very quietly, very
deliberately. “Dameda (dah meh dah),” he said.
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“But why?” I cried. “I want to go home. There’s a boat, can’t you
see? I just want to go home, that’s all. Why won’t you let me? Why?”
He stood and stared at me. For a moment I thought I detected just
a flicker of understanding. Then he bowed very stiffly from the waist,
and said, “Gomenasai (gah meh nah sy). Gomenasai. Sorry. Very sorry.”
And with that he left me there and went off back into the forest, followed
by the orangutans.
I sat there watching the junk until it was nothing but a spot on
the horizon, until I could not bear to watch anymore. By this time I
had already decided how I could best defy him. I was so enraged that
consequences didn’t matter to me now. Not anymore. With Stella beside
me, I headed along the beach, stopped at the boundary line in the sand,
and then, very deliberately, I stepped over it. As I did so, I let him know
precisely what I was doing.
“Are you watching, old man?” I shouted. “Look! I’ve crossed over.
I’ve crossed over your silly line. And now I’m going to swim. I don’t
care what you say. I don’t care if you don’t feed me. You hear me, old
man?” Then I turned and charged down the beach into the sea. I swam
furiously, until I was completely exhausted and a long way from the
shore. I trod water and thrashed the sea in my fury—making it boil and
froth all around me. “It’s my sea as much as yours,” I cried. “And I’ll
swim in it when I like.”
I saw him then. He appeared suddenly at the edge of the forest. He
was shouting something at me, waving his stick. That was the moment
I felt it, a searing, stinging pain in the back of my neck, then my back,
and my arms, too. A large, translucent white jellyfish was floating right
beside me, its tentacles groping at me. I tried to swim away, but it came
after me, hunting me. I was stung again, in my foot this time. The agony
was immediate and excruciating. It permeated my entire body like one
continuous electric shock. I felt my muscles going rigid. I kicked for the
shore, but I could not do it. My legs seemed paralyzed, my arms, too. I
was sinking, and there was nothing I could do about it. I saw the jellyfish
poised for the kill above me now. I screamed, and my mouth filled with
water. I was choking. I was going to die, I was going to drown, but I did
not care. I just wanted the pain to stop. Death I knew would stop it.
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I smelled vinegar, and thought I was at home. My father always
brought us back fish and chips for supper on Fridays and he loved to
soak his in vinegar—the whole house would stink of it all evening.
I opened my eyes. It was dark enough to be evening, but I was not at
home. I was in a cave, but not my cave. I could smell smoke, too. I was
lying on a sleeping mat covered in a sheet up to my chin. I tried to sit
up to look around me, but I could not move. I tried to turn my neck. I
couldn’t. I could move nothing except my eyes. I could feel, though. My
skin, my whole body, throbbed with searing pain, as if I had been scalded
all over. I tried to call out, but could barely manage a whisper. Then I
remembered the jellyfish. I remembered it all.
The old man was bending over me, his hand soothing on my
forehead. “You better now,” he said. “My name Kensuke. You better
now.” I wanted to ask after Stella. She answered for herself by sticking
her cold nose into my ear.
I do not know for how many days I lay there, drifting in and out of
sleep, only that whenever I woke, Kensuke was always there sitting beside
me. He rarely spoke and I could not speak, but the silence between us
said more than any words.
ANALYZE THE TEXT
Cause and Effect What does Michael do in
the fourth paragraph on page 256 that might
help explain why he is attacked by a jellyfish?
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My erstwhile enemy, my captor, had become my savior. He would
lift me to pour fruit juice or warm soup down my throat. He would
sponge me down with cooling water, and when the pain was so bad
that I cried out, he would hold me and sing me softly back to sleep. It
was strange. When he sang to me it was like an echo from the past,
of my father’s voice, perhaps—I didn’t know. Slowly the pain left me.
Tenderly he nursed me back to life. The day my fingers first moved
was the very first time I ever saw him smile.
When at last I was able to turn my neck I would watch him as he
came and went, as he busied himself around the cave. Stella would
often come and lie beside me, her eyes following him, too.
Every day now I was able to see more of where I was. In
comparison with my cave down by the beach, this place was vast.
Apart from the roof of vaulted rock above, you would scarcely have
known it was a cave. There was nothing rudimentary about it at all.
It looked more like an open-plan house than a cave—kitchen, sitting
room, studio, bedroom, all in one space.
He cooked over a small fire that smoked continuously at the back
of the cave, the smoke rising through a small cleft high in the rocks
above—a possible reason, I thought, why there were no mosquitoes
to bother me. There always seemed to be something hanging from a
wooden tripod over the fire, either a blackened pot or what looked
like and smelled like long strips of smoked fish.
I could see the dark gleam of metal pots and pans lined up on
a nearby wooden shelf. There were other shelves, too, lined with
tins and jars, dozens of them of all sizes and shapes, and hanging
beneath them innumerable bunches of dried herbs and flowers. These
he would often be mixing or pounding, but I wasn’t sure what for.
Sometimes he would bring them over to me so that I could smell them.
The cave house was sparsely furnished. To one side of the cave
mouth stood a low wooden table, barely a foot off the ground. Here
he kept his paintbrushes, always neatly laid out, and several more jars
and bottles, and saucers, too.
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Kensuke lived and worked almost entirely near the mouth of the
cave house where there was daylight. At night he would roll out his
sleeping mat across the cave from me, up against the far wall. I would
wake in the early mornings sometimes and just watch him sleeping.
He always lay on his back wrapped in his sheet and never moved
a muscle.
Kensuke would spend many hours of every day kneeling at
the table and painting. He painted on large shells but, much to my
disappointment, he never showed me what he had done. Indeed,
he rarely seemed pleased with his work, for just as soon as he had
finished, he would usually wash off what he had done and start again.
On the far side of the cave mouth was a long workbench and,
hanging up above it, an array of tools—saws, hammers, chisels, all
sorts. And beyond the workbench were three large wooden chests in
which he would frequently rummage around for a shell, perhaps, or a
clean sheet. We had clean sheets every night.
Inside the cave he wore a wraparound bathrobe (a kimono, as
I later knew it to be). He kept the cave house immaculately clean,
sweeping it down once a day at least. There was a large bowl of water
just inside the cave mouth. Every time he came in he would wash his
feet and dry them before stepping inside.
The floor was entirely covered with mats made of woven rushes,
like our sleeping mats. And everywhere, all
around the cave, to head height and
above, the walls were lined with
bamboo. It was simple, but it
was a home. There was no
clutter. Everything had
its place and its purpose.
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As I got better, Kensuke would go off, and leave me on my own
more and more but, thankfully, never for too long. He’d return
later, very often singing, with fish, perhaps fruit, coconuts or herbs,
which he’d bring over to show me proudly. The orangutans would
sometimes come with him, but only as far as the cave mouth. They’d
peer in at me, and at Stella, who always kept her distance from them.
Only the young ones ever tried to venture in, and then Kensuke only
had to clap at them and they’d soon go scooting off.
During those early days in the cave house I so much wished we
could talk. There were a thousand mysteries, a thousand things I
wanted to know. But it still hurt me to talk, and besides, I felt he
was quite happy with our silence, that he preferred it somehow. He
seemed a very private person, and content to be that way.
Then one day, after hours of kneeling hunched over one of his
paintings, he came over and gave it to me. It was a picture of a tree,
a tree in blossom. His smile said everything. “For you. Japan tree,”
he said. “I, Japanese person.” After that, Kensuke showed me all the
paintings he did, even the ones he later washed off. They were all in
black-and-white wash, of orangutans, gibbons, butterflies, dolphins,
and birds, and fruit. Only very occasionally did he keep one, storing
it away carefully in one of his chests. He did keep several of the tree
paintings, I noticed, always of a tree in blossom, a “Japan tree” as he
called it, and I could see he took particular joy in showing me these.
It was clear he was allowing me to share something very dear to him.
I felt honored by that.
In the dying light of each day he would sit beside me and watch
over me, the last of the evening sun on his face. I felt as if he were
healing me with his eyes. At night, I thought often of my mother and
my father. I so much wanted to see them again, to let them know I
was still alive. But, strangely, I no longer missed them.
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In time I found my voice again. The paralysis gradually
lost its grip on me, and my strength flowed back. Now I could
go out with Kensuke, whenever he invited me, and he often
did. To begin with, I would squat on the beach with Stella and
watch him spearfishing in the shallows. So still he stood, and
his strike was lightning fast. Then one day he made me my
own spear. I was to fish with him. He taught me where the
bigger fish were, where the octopuses hid under the rocks, how
to stand still as a heron and wait, spear poised just above the
water, my shadow falling behind me so that the fish were not
frightened away. I tell you, spearing a fish for the first time was
like scoring a winning goal for the Mudlarks back home—just
about the best feeling in the world.
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Medusa Jellyfish: Look, but Don’t Touch!
Michael learned the hard way that the stinging tentacles
of a jellyfish can be excruciatingly painful; in fact, some
jellyfish stings can be fatal. Jellyfish, which have inhabited
the oceans for hundreds of millions of years, do not
deliberately attack humans; swimmers are stung when they
inadvertently make contact with one of these creatures as it
is drifting along.
Though many species of jellyfish are quite toxic, some
jellyfish can be exquisitely beautiful to behold, with their
simple, translucent bodies in the radial shape of a bell,
sometimes in luminescent hues of purple, pink, or blue.
Jellyfish have long tentacles trailing from the rim of their
bodies, and for this reason they are also called Medusa
jellyfish, after a monster in Greek mythology who had
venomous snakes for hair.
The tentacles of a jellyfish contain special stinging
organelles called nematocysts. When a swimmer (or more
typical prey, such as a small fish) brushes against a tentacle,
the nematocysts spring out and pierce the victim’s skin with
tiny lances. This action paralyzes the prey and allows the
jellyfish to pull the unfortunate fish into its mouth and digest
it with special enzymes—no chewing necessary!
If you happen to visit a beach where jellyfish are present,
take precautions, or avoid the water altogether, especially
if the species concerned is among the more venomous ones.
Refrain from touching a jellyfish that has washed up onto
the shore; even dead jellyfish can sting! Jellyfish are best
observed at a safe distance—or better yet, behind a thick
sheet of glass, in an aquarium.
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BE A READING DETECTIVE
Dig Deeper
Use Clues to Analyze the Text
Use these pages to learn about Cause and Effect, Style and Tone, and
Point of View. Then read “Kensuke’s Kingdom” again to apply what
you learned.
Cause Effect
Point of View
The term point of view gives us a
way to identify a story’s narrator, or
speaker. In first-person point of view,
the narrator is a story character who
uses words like I, me, and my to describe
his or her experiences. This point of
view reveals only what the narrator is
able to know, as well as the narrator’s
thoughts and feelings. As you reread
“Kensuke’s Kingdom,” look for how the
author uses the first-person point of
view. For example, look for places
where the author reveals Michael’s
thoughts and feelings.
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RETURN TO THE ESSENTIAL QUESTION
Review the selection
Turn with a partner to Classroom
and
Talk prepare to discuss this Conversation
question: What can cause people
to change how they feel about one Continue your discussion of “Kensuke’s
another? Ask and respond to Kingdom” by explaining your answers to
questions that help you develop an these questions:
answer based on the text.
1 Why do you think Kensuke imposes
such strict rules on Michael?
INTERVIEW A CHARACTER
Role-Play Work with others to role-play Kensuke,
Michael, and a Japanese-English translator. The
students playing Kensuke and Michael should
write a list of questions they would like to ask
each other. The translator should read the
questions in turn for Michael or Kensuke to
answer. Students playing Kensuke and Michael
should use story details and make inferences
about the characters to answer the questions.
Writing Tip
State your opinion at the beginning of your
response. Use transition words and phrases to
link the evidence for your opinion.
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Lesson 9
INFORMATIONAL
TEXT
Exploring
Islands by Carole Gerber
1. sea
2. beach
3. dune area
5. marsh
4. overwash
area
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The Island Ecosystem
The Outer Banks (left) are a
chain of barrier islands along the
North Carolina coast. This island
ecosystem is the home of a rich array
of plant and sea life.
Some animals live on the Outer Banks year-round, but
others only visit. Often, the sky above the islands is filled
with flocks of snow geese and other birds that arrive for the
winter. Another visitor, the female loggerhead sea turtle,
lives in the ocean but comes ashore in summer to dig a nest
and lay her eggs.
To care for this ecosystem and protect its animals and
plants, portions of the Outer Banks have been named federal
wildlife refuges.
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TEXT TO TEXT
Compare Island Texts “Kensuke’s Kingdom” and
“Exploring Islands” provide information about islands. Use
the following questions to compare and contrast the texts:
Which text tells about barrier islands? How does each text
tell about island ecosystems? How does each text describe
the living things on the island? Use evidence from the texts
to support your answers.
TEXT TO SELF
Describe an Experience In “Kensuke’s Kingdom,”
Kensuke’s actions frustrate Michael. Write a
paragraph about a time when someone’s actions
surprised, puzzled, or frustrated you. What did the
experience teach you?
TEXT TO WORLD
Link Information Island ecosystems are found all over
the world. “Exploring Islands” tells about barrier islands
in North America. How does the text information and the
diagram on page 269 give you a better understanding of
the topic? Discuss why it is helpful to have information
presented in more than one way.
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Digital Resources
Multimedia
Grammar Glossary
Try This!
Write the complex sentences below on a sheet
of paper. Circle the subordinating conjunctions.
Underline the independent clauses, and draw two lines under
the dependent clauses.
Michael could not swim because his muscles had become rigid.
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You can vary your sentence structure and make your writing smoother
by using a subordinating conjunction to combine two related sentences
into a complex sentence.
Separate Sentences
The boy lay motionless in bed. His dog shoved her nose into his ear.
Complex Sentence
As the boy lay motionless in bed, his dog shoved her nose into his ear.
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Interactive Lessons
Writing as a
Process: Plan
Reading-Writing Workshop: Prewrite and Draft
Exploring a Topic
Writing Process
Checklist
Reefs are Reefs are
Prewrite ecosystems that found around
Did I plan my argument people depend on. the world.
with my audience in
mind?
Did I begin with a Coral reefs
claim?
should be
Did I include strong
reasons? protected.
Did I include enough
evidence to support Reefs can Reefs are
each reason?
provide barriers almost impossible
Did I organize my ideas
in a clear way? around islands to replace when
Draft
and coasts. damaged.
Revise
Edit
Publish and Share
Reason: Evidence:
Reefs are ecosystems Reef environments
that people depend on. are home to many sea
animals that are food
sources for people.
Reason: Evidence:
Reefs can provide Reefs protect beaches
barriers around islands from the force of
and coasts. damaging waves.
Reason: Evidence:
Reefs are almost Coral reefs grow at an
impossible to replace extremely slow rate.
when they are
damaged.
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1 lore 2 abundance
A tribe’s lore, or These fishermen can
collected knowledge, is feed many families
passed on by adults who with this abundance of
teach traditions to new salmon.
generations.
LANGUAGE DETECTIVE
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TARGET SKILL
Compare and Contrast When you compare, you analyze how
things are the same. When you contrast, you look for
differences. As you read “Children of the Midnight Sun,” notice
how people, places, or historical periods are alike and different.
Look for clue words such as in common, similar, and all to help
you find likenesses. Look for clue words such as but, each, and
better to help you find differences. Use a graphic organizer like
this one to gather your ideas.
TARGET STRATEGY
Question Ask questions about a selection before you read,
as you read, and after you read. Then look for text evidence
to help you answer the questions.
Traditions
Quick Write
What makes up a culture's tradition?
Think of different examples and write
down as many as you can. Then share
your ideas with a group of classmates.
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Lesson 10
MEET THE AUTHOR
Tricia Brown
Tricia Brown has lived and
worked in Alaska since the
1970s. A writer and an editor,
she has published books on a
wide range of topics, including
the Iditarod sled-dog race, quilt making, and the
Alaska Highway. She has won numerous awards
for her writing and continues to write for both
adults and children.
ESSENTIAL QUESTION
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These portraits of two Native American children growing up
in Alaska reveal how they each celebrate their culture's ancient
traditions in the context of modern life.
Selina Tolson
Belly down on the Hydaburg dock, Selina Tolson, nine, and her
Haida
cousin Jamie peer into the shadowy water beneath them. The girls identify
seaweed, jellyfish, and salmon while they wait for Selina’s teenage brother
Charles to come with his skiff. Selina’s family left earlier on the Haida
(HY duh) Girl, her grandfather’s fifty-
six-foot commercial seiner, and the girls
are anxious to join them at a picnic
across the water.
“Look at those fish!” says Selina. “I
wish I had my brother’s rod.” She loves
to fish for salmon, although she admits
that a brother helps reel them in. Selina
has three brothers and two sisters, a cat
named Fatso, a pen pal, a treehouse, and
a chanáa (chah NAH), or grandfather,
who tells her wonderful stories.
This late August day is sunny and
dry, a rare occasion. Hydaburg, a village
of about 400 Haida Indian people, lies
in rain forest country on Prince of Wales
Island in Southeast Alaska. Each year,
the area normally gets about 150 inches
of rain and a little snow.
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Minutes pass slowly. The girls roll onto their backs to stare at the clouds.
On Selina’s wrist are two broad, engraved silver bracelets that tinkle whenever
they touch. The Eagle clan symbol adorns one. Selina wears a silver ring too.
“My uncle gave me this ring,” Selina says. “This bracelet was my dad’s
mother’s, and when she died, he gave it to me. I don’t take them off, ever.”
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Next to Selina’s school is a grassy lot lined with totem poles. Life in
a rain forest means there are always plenty of large trees for carving. The
frequent rain and constant dampness speed the natural decay of these
valuable pieces of history and art. Some were moved from other places on
Prince of Wales; others were carved here. Historically, the totems served as
storytellers, memorials, or signs of clan ownership.
Finally, Selina spots Charles on the horizon and jumps to her feet.
Within minutes, he motors in and helps his passengers aboard for a twenty-
minute ride.
At the picnic, three generations of adults—Selina’s aunts, uncles,
grandparents, older cousins, and family friends—sit on driftwood logs,
talking, laughing, and feeding a bonfire. Over the flames, they roast hot
dogs and marshmallows. Tupperware containers of salads, smoked chíin
(cheen), or salmon, and desserts are opened. A few grown-ups keep their
eyes on the young ones romping in the chilly ocean. Selina can’t be tempted
to jump in, but wades instead, squealing when the cold water laps against
her ankles.
Occasionally, a shivering child runs up to a parent for a rubdown with
a towel. A few head into the woods to look for berries. Seated in nearby
lawn chairs are Selina’s grandparents, Sylvester and Frieda Peele, respected
tribal elders who are passing on stories, language, and dance, teaching the
Haida ways in daily life and in cultural heritage classes for children.
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Haida History
Sylvester was born in Hydaburg, but his parents were not. His mother
came from British Columbia, and his father was from Kilnkwun, a village
about ten or twelve miles away from Hydaburg. Kilnkwun and another
village were abandoned in 1911 when the government forced the residents
to move to Hydaburg.
“It was mostly for school purposes,” Sylvester says gently. “But this
was a better place to live, with a river and lots of salmon.” At one time his
ancestors all lived in Canada. Some tribal stories say that about 400 years
ago there was a food shortage, and one group came north to Prince of
Wales Island.
The Alaska Haidas settled in villages that had been abandoned by
Tlingits. However, other storytellers say the new arrivals warred with the
Tlingits, driving them to the northern part of the island. Today, an invisible
boundary splits the island, with Tlingit country in the north and the Haidas
in the south. But wars? None lately.
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The Haidas found plentiful food when they arrived: deer, berries, fish
eggs, crab, salmon, halibut, and seaweed. And even though Hydaburg’s
children can walk to the little Do Drop grocery store for candy, pop, crackers,
or other snacks, their families still mostly rely on the ocean to feed them.
“I like coho eggs and dog salmon eggs,” says Selina. “We dry them
and save them for the winter. I help pick the berries, and I help with drying
seaweed, too.
“My brothers usually go out on the boat and get seaweed on the beach
somewhere. At home, they grind it up in the grinder and lay it out on the
roof of the house to dry. Then we seal it in plastic bags.”
The picnic is wrapping up, and as mothers and aunties are replacing
lids and gathering children, the men fold up chairs and carry supplies to the
water’s edge.
In the middle of the cove, the beautiful Haida Girl waits, anchored in
the still, gray water. Charles shuttles the party from the beach to the seiner, a
handful at a time. Voyaging home to Hydaburg, Selina turns her face toward
the bow of the Haida Girl. Her long, black
hair flutters in the wind like a flag.
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Josh Hotch Tlingit
Josh Hotch doesn’t know whom he’ll marry when he grows up, but
he knows she’ll be a Raven, so his children will be Ravens. That’s because
Josh is a member of the other Tlingit clan—the Eagle clan—just like his
mother.
“You are what your mother is,” he explains. “An Eagle can’t marry
an Eagle, and a Raven can’t marry a Raven.” Marrying within your clan
would be like marrying a member of your family.
At ten, Josh may not know the word moiety (MOY uh tee), but he
understands the concept. Throughout Tlingit territory—nearly all of
Alaska’s Southeast Panhandle—the Natives historically were born into two
moieties, or membership groups, called
Eagle and Raven, and further divided into
subclans with animal symbols such as
Killer Whale, Wolf, or Frog.
The clan shared responsibilities. If
one clan organized to build a house, the
other clan finished the work. Then the
first hosted a potlatch, a ceremonial feast
that focused on gift-giving memorials,
and displays of wealth. If a clan member
died, the other clan prepared the dead for
cremation or burial. Later, the deceased’s
clan would show their thanks by hosting
a potlatch. And so it went, back and
forth, sharing labor and gifts, with each
clan helping and honoring the other.
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These customs are among the ancient Tlingit traditions woven into
daily life in Klukwan, Josh’s home village of 140 people in the northern part
of the state’s Panhandle. So, too, are practices such as smoking and drying
fish, carving totem poles and masks, weaving Raven’s Tail robes and Chilkat
blankets, dancing and singing, storytelling, and celebrating in potlatches.
Nothing is done for the sake of tourists—it’s just everyday living. The residents
also drive cars and own fax machines in a village that mixes past and present in
a postcard setting.
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Josh’s village is long and narrow, laid out parallel to the river along one
unpaved street with weathered cabins and newer frame homes sprinkled on
each side. Near the middle is the community center, used for potlatches and
other special events. Josh and his cousins like to explore, run, play hide-
and-seek, and go bike riding around town. There’s plenty of room and little
traffic. And everybody knows everybody else.
Growing Up Tlingit
Even though Josh is still young, he has learned the rules of his society,
not from books, but from the Ravens and Eagles around him. And if he’d
been born a century ago, he would have practiced another Tlingit tradition,
the “avunculate.” At about age six, Tlingit boys used to go live with their
mother’s brother, who taught them as they grew to manhood. It was
believed that fathers would be too easy on their sons, but that an uncle was
the right combination of softness and strictness.
Josh’s dad, Jones, is a tribal government leader who’s teaching his son
with assistance from a special uncle. Today, Tlingit children don’t leave
home for the avunculate, but uncles still help to instruct them, and not just
the boys in the family. When Josh’s mom, Lani, was growing up, she and
her brothers learned from their mother’s brother, Albert Paddy. And when
Josh was born, Lani gave him Uncle Albert’s Tlingit name: Kaan-kai-da
(kahn KY dah).
“He still watches out for us now, even though we’re grown,” Lani says.
“And he’s been training Josh on the fishing boat on the river. He also had
an important role in showing me how to make dried fish, along with my
grandmother, my mom, and my dad.”
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Contact with non-Native settlers, gold miners, missionaries, and
educators in the last two centuries has altered the ancient ways of the Tlingit
people. Especially in the 1900s, the loss of traditional dancing, singing, and
weaving was sorely felt.
“Josh’s grandparents weren’t taught to dance and sing,” Lani says. “If
they used their language, they were punished.” And as old weavers died,
few young people were trained to follow. Only in the last decade has Lani’s
generation learned the songs and dances of their ancestors by listening
to old recordings and experimenting with movements. “We had a lot of
encouragement from the elders,” she says.
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From the adults around him, Josh has learned the meaning of the
symbols on totem poles and on his special dance clothing. He’s learned how
to bead, dance, sing, and prepare salmon for smoking.
“You cut off the head, tail, and fins,” Josh says. “You use cottonwood
to burn in the smokehouse. There’s a screen so that no bugs can get in. It’s
just like how it sounds: dried fish would be dry; smoked fish would taste
like smoke. What I like are herring eggs. They’re crunchy. They’re better
than potato chips!”
On his way to becoming a man, Josh is surrounded by a village full of
Eagles and Ravens who will make sure he knows who he is: Kaan-kai-da, a
Tlingit, a son of Klukwan.
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BE A READING DETECTIVE
Dig Deeper
Use Clues to Analyze the Text
Use these pages to learn about Compare and Contrast, Arguments and
Claims, and Author’s Purpose. Then read “Children of the Midnight Sun”
again to apply what you learned.
Author’s Purpose
Tricia Brown had a reason, or
purpose, for writing about Native
American children in Alaska. Although
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her reason for writing is not stated in
the selection, readers can use text
evidence such as details and descriptive
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words to figure out whether the
author’s purpose is to inform, persuade,
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or entertain readers. Look back at
page 291. Tricia Brown includes Josh’s
opinion that herring eggs are
“crunchy” and are “better than potato
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chips.” Why does Brown include these
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details? How do these details help you
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figure out the author’s purpose?
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RETURN TO THE ESSENTIAL QUESTION
Review the selection with
Turn
and a partner to prepare to Classroom
Talk discuss this question: Conversation
What kinds of things might two
different cultures have in Continue your discussion of “Children of
common? As you discuss, reflect the Midnight Sun” by explaining your
on answers and ask questions of answers to these questions:
each other to clarify.
1 How do the photographs and captions
support the author’s purpose for
writing?
Writing Tip
As you write, make sure you use correct
punctuation and capitalization. Ask yourself if
each sentence makes sense.
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Lesson 10
Native
American
Poetry
T
he Native American poems in this selection
connect to a rich cultural past. The Makah Nation
of Washington State retains tribal dancing as
an important part of its heritage. “Song” honors that
tradition. “Twelfth Song of Thunder” celebrates the
GENRE Navajo of the American Southwest and their connection
Poetry uses the sound and to all living things above, on, and below the land. The
rhythm of words to suggest Maidu of California’s Sierra Nevada are represented in
images and express feelings in a “Lesson in Fire,” a poem teeming with dreamlike images
variety of forms.
that recalls the lore of making fire.
TEXT FOCUS
Imagery Poetry includes
figurative language so readers Song
can picture the images the poet
wants to evoke.
Mine is a proud village, such as it is,
We are at our best when dancing.
Makah
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Lesson in Fire
by Linda Noel
My father built a good fire And how the eyes
He taught me to tend the fire And faces look out
How to make it stand At us
So it could breathe Burn up for us
And how the flames create To heat the air
Coals that turn into faces That we breathe
Or eyes And so into us
Of fish swimming We swallow
Out of flames All the shapes
Into gray Created in a well-tended fire
Rivers of ash
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TEXT TO TEXT
Compare and Contrast Compare and contrast how
“Children of the Midnight Sun” and “Native American
Poetry” tell about Native American traditions and culture.
In what ways do the forms of writing impact how the
information is presented? Discuss with a partner.
TEXT TO SELF
Describe Favorite Activities Selina and
Josh enjoy doing many activities with their
families and people from their villages. What
activities do you enjoy doing with your own
family, friends, or neighbors? Write a
paragraph describing those activities.
TEXT TO WORLD
Plan a Visit Imagine that your class can visit a Native
American community in the United States. Choose a
region to visit, and identify one or more native groups in
the area. Do research on the Internet and in other media.
Analyze the graphics, headers, and captions as you find
information. Create a map and an itinerary, or plan, for
your trip. List highlights of what you might see and learn.
Share this information with a small group.
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Digital Resources
Multimedia
Grammar Glossary
GrammarSnap
Video
Try This!
With a partner, read aloud each sentence below.
Identify each sentence as compound, complex, or
compound-complex. Then identify the coordinating and
subordinating conjunctions.
2 When the Haidas needed trees for dugout canoes, they traveled
to the Queen Charlotte Islands.
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You can avoid choppy writing and vary your sentence structure by
using conjunctions to combine simple sentences into longer sentences.
When you create a compound sentence, a complex sentence, or a
compound-complex sentence, be sure that your new sentence is
clearer than the short sentences you combined. Also, be sure to use
commas correctly.
Separate Sentences
The people in Klukwan The village is their home. Its traditions enrich
must work hard. their lives.
Compound-Complex Sentence
Although the people in Klukwan must work hard, the village is their home, and its
traditions enrich their lives.
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Interactive Lessons
Writing as a
Reading-Writing Workshop: Revise Process: Plan
and Draft
Writing Process
Checklist Coral reefs are important to the
Prewrite , so t
Draft
environment. They need to be protected.
Revise animals
Did I introduce a claim
One reason why is that so many people depend
and support it with a place to live.
reasons and evidence? on reefs for food and making a living. The
Did I organize my
reasons and evidence
clearly? protective reefs serve as safe nurseries for
Did I use words,
phrases, and clauses to fish and other marine animals that have their
clarify relationships?
Did I vary my sentences
and use correct
young there.
spelling, grammar, and
punctuation?
Did I end with a
conclusion?
Edit
Publish and Share
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Interactive Lessons
Performance Task Writing Arguments:
Support Your Claim
Writing Arguments:
Provide a Conclusion
PLAN
Reason
Evidence
Evidence
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DRAFT
INTRODUCTION
BODY
The body of your essay will present the reasons for your
opinion. Organize your reasons into a logical sequence.
Then develop a paragraph for each reason by providing
strong, text-based evidence to support it. Your ideas
should flow smoothly in varied sentences that contain
transitions. Make sure that the reasons and evidence in
your argument connect clearly to your opinion. As you
write, remember to focus on your purpose: to convince
your audience to share your opinion.
CONCLUSION
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Performance Task
REVISE
PRESENT
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