Thursday, June 5, 2014

Before You Go...

 

Year end - such Fun!

Finishing all assignments!
AVID Field Trip
Band Field Trip
Honor Society Field Trip
Transition Ceremony Practice
Walk to the Park
Exit Surveys
Review of Themes in Movies
Field Day
Yearbook Signing
Block Party

AND

Thank you to my students! 

This year has been a really great learning experience for me and I thank you for bringing into my classroom all of your experience, dreams and hope. I hope that I have lived up to your expectations and that I have brought you some experiences that enabled you to see the world a little differently and to understand yourself better.  

You have such great potential! Now go out and make the world your own!


With Great Affection,

Ms. Albanese

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Touched By an Angel by Maya Angelou

Touched by An Angel
Maya Angelou
 
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Ted Kooser and Robert Frost Poems

Tattoo
Ted Kooser

What once was meant to be a statement—
a dripping dagger held in the fist
of a shuddering heart—is now just a bruise
on a bony old shoulder, the spot
where vanity once punched him hard
and the ache lingered on. He looks like
someone you had to reckon with,
strong as a stallion, fast and ornery,
but on this chilly morning, as he walks
between the tables at a yard sale
with the sleeves of his tight black T-shirt
rolled up to show us who he was,
he is only another old man, picking up
broken tools and putting them back,
his heart gone soft and blue with stories.


Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay. 

Monday, June 2, 2014

Lesson Plans June 2-6, 2014


A Summer Love Poem

Nikki Giovanni
Clouds float by on a summer sky
I hop scotch over to you
Rainbows arch from ground to gold
I climb over to you
Thunder grumbles, lightning tumbles
And I bounce over to you
Sun beams back and catches me
Smiling over at you