from Wikipedia: The ecological footprint is a measure of human demand on the Earth's ecosystems. It represents the amount of biologically productive land and sea area necessary to supply the resources a human population consumes, and to assimilate associated waste.
What are we doing about it? Tomorrow we are going to do an art activity that delves into that. We will also reflect on how we impact our environment and what we can do as (individuals/families/a school) to reduce our ecological footprint.
Remember that every day (and not just April 22) should be "Earth Day"
Monday, January 9, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Roman Mosaic Art
check out this gallery.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ancient/romans/mosaics_gallery_01.shtml
And some history about mosaics.
http://www.how-to-make-mosaics.com/roman-mosaics/
(if you hadn't guessed, we are going to be working on these in art in the near future...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ancient/romans/mosaics_gallery_01.shtml
And some history about mosaics.
http://www.how-to-make-mosaics.com/roman-mosaics/
(if you hadn't guessed, we are going to be working on these in art in the near future...
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Quite the Canucks game
If only all regular season contests featured that much intensity. WOW. Great to get the win. I hope that Sami is ok though. That was a dirty play by Brad Marchand. Fortunately the Canucks made him pay by scoring a couple on that power play.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Daddy's Day Poem
See what your parents feel about this one if they have the time to read it. I think it's pretty moving (speaking as a father)
Her
hair up in a ponytail, her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today
was Daddy’s Day at school, and she couldn’t wait to go
But
her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home
Why
the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But
she was not afraid; she knew just what to say
What
to tell her classmates, on this Daddy’s Day
But
still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone
And
that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home
.
But
the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all
About
a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls
There
were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet
Children
squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.
One by
one the teacher called, a student from the class
To
introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed
At
last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare
Each
of them were searching, for a man that wasn’t there.
“Where’s
her daddy at?” She heard a boy call out
“She
probably doesn’t have one.” Another student dared to shout
And
from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say
“Looks
like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.”
The
words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends
And
looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin
And
with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak
And
out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
“My
Daddy couldn’t be here, because he lives so far away
But I
know he wishes he could be, with me on this day
And
though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know
All
about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.
He
loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike
He
surprised me with pink roses, and he taught me to fly a kite
We
used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone
And
though you cannot see him, I’m not standing all alone.
‘Cause
my daddy’s always with me, even though we are apart
I know
because he told me, he’ll forever be here in my heart”
With
that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest
Feeling
her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
And
from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears
Proudly
watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years
For
she stood up for the love, of a man not in her life
Doing
what was best for her, doing what was right.
And
when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd
She
finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud
“I
love my daddy very much, he’s my shining star
And if
he could he’d be here, but heavens just too far.
But
sometimes when I close my eyes, it’s like he never went away”
And
then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day
And to
her mother’s amazement, she witnessed with surprise
A room
full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.
Who
knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps
for merely a second, they saw him at her side
“I
know you’re with me daddy.” To the silence she called out
And
what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes
had been closed
But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink
rose
And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her
shining bright star
And
given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
HW for Thursday
LA: Poetry definitions (onomatopoeia, quatrain, sonnet, personification, consonance, alliteration, limerick, verse, couplet (rhyme) and epic (poem). Due next week.
iPODs due Monday.
Math 7: Bring a Compass to school (circle making device).
Socials: Theme-book. 12 Definitions due next Tuesday (you've done 6 already)
Map due Friday (tomorrow). About the Author due next Thursday.
iPODs due Monday.
Math 7: Bring a Compass to school (circle making device).
Socials: Theme-book. 12 Definitions due next Tuesday (you've done 6 already)
Map due Friday (tomorrow). About the Author due next Thursday.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
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