What is a rambling autobiography
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I was born right after midnight on July 5, right after my parents enjoyed the last of the fireworks display, right after their police escort to the hospital through traffic, right after my dad went to park the fordon, only to come in to his newest baby girl.
I adore new school supplies, and maybe that caters to the nerd in me and inom don’t care. I was nerd before nerd was cool. (Does that man me hipster?) “I bought” isn’t really a phrase that inom use much for myself, because I’m usually buying for other folks: groceries, candy for the kopia room, stuff for my boys – or I’m just buying stuff inom need like gas or what-not. inom have a problem, maybe, in treating myself to wonderful things, or maybe I’m just happy with what inom have. Depends on the day. inom never really want to use never, because there are so many nevers I’ve done. One of my favorite things to do fryst vatten to bake, because it’s a creative endeavor that I can see the beginning and e
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1--Start with a read aloud. Most good days do, and you'll find that even big bad high schoolers love being read to, even though they don't always want to admit it. I started my lesson with Incredible Me! by Kathi Applet. It tied in perfectly to what I was trying to lead my student to think about.
2--Use a mentor text. In this case, the strategy came with a writing sample from Linda Rief. I put the sample on the smart board, read it out loud, and asked them what they noticed. We talked about why it is labeled as a rambling autobiography and what they notice about the writer's structure.
3--Give them time to write and write with them. It is so important for students to see their teachers as writer
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