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Do Now: 4 C’s Annotations Comparative Case Study

Directions: Evaluate the strength of the annotations in each sample. Which 4 C’s annotation sample will better help the student write a strong theme end note and why?

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End Note: The simple blessings in life are often least appreciated.

Which 4 C’s annotations sample will allow the student to articulate the end note above? Use specific

evidence from the annotations and the text to support your analysis.

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Review and Practice: IA3 4 C’s Annotations Habit Reboot4 C’s Annotations Review

Directions: Using pg 7 of your Reading and writing handbook, star the 4 C’s annotations that you need more practice on identifying and writing a strong annotation note for. Then read the text for the 4 C’s for practice.

Quick Practice:

Directions: Read the following fable below and annotate using your scarp annotations pages attached to the back of this packet for the 4 C’s. When you have completed reading the text, write a theme end note.

A Lion lay as leep in the forest , h i s great head res t ing on h is paws.

A t imid l i t t le Mouse came upon him unexpectedly , and in her f r ight and

haste to get away, ran across the L ion 's nose . Roused f rom h is nap, the

L ion la id h is huge paw angr i ly on the t iny creature to k i l l her .

"Spare me!" begged the poor Mouse. "P lease le t me go and some

day I w i l l sure ly repay you."

The L ion was much amused to th ink that a Mouse could ever he lp

h im. But he was generous and final ly le t the Mouse go.

Some days later , whi le s ta lk ing h is prey in the fores t , the L ion was

caught in the to i l s o f a hunter ' s net . Unable to f ree h imsel f , he fi l led

the forest wi th h is angry roar ing . The Mouse knew the vo ice and quick ly

found the L ion s truggl ing in the net . Running to one of the great ropes

that bound h im, she gnawed i t unt i l i t par ted , and soon the L ion was

f ree .

"You laughed when I sa id I would repay you," sa id the Mouse.

"Now you see that even a Mouse can he lp a L ion . "

Theme End Note:

Scrap Annotations PageParagraph Marginal Note

Theme End Note:

4 C’s Passage Practice:

4 C’s Look for and Annotate4

Characterization

Pay attention to what the character: Says Does Thinks Feels Reacts to other characters Interacts with other characters

Conflict/ResolutionPay attention to the character’s:

Internal Conflict External Conflict How each type of conflict is resolved

Character Change

Pay attention to how the character changes in what they:

Say Do Think Feel React to other characters Interact with other characters

Charged Language

Pay attention to…

Diction Imagery Figurative Language

…that carry or create strong emotions and connotations to them.

Arriving at your THEME statement:

Review your annotations and ask: How do all of my notes connect to build to a theme for this section? How does it relate to the argument or message the text is making so far?

Directions: Read the following text below and annotate the story for the 4 C’s using the annotations page attached to the back of this packet. Remember your annotations should be about the author’s message behind using each of the 4’s, NOT just naming the 4 C’s you have found.

Directions: Read the passage below and annotate on your scrap annotations page attached to the back of the packet for the 4 C’s annotations. Answer the questions that follow. You will be graded on your annotations as well as your answers to the questions.

from Little Womenby Louisa May Alcott

(1) While their father is serving in the Civil War, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy help their mother, Marmee, carry on with their daily lives. The family makes do with what little money they have. Then a telegram arrives. Father is ill, and Marmee needs to go to Washington.

(2) How still the room was as they listened breathlessly and how suddenly the whole world seemed to change, as the girls gathered about their mother, feeling as if all the happiness and support of their lives was about to be taken from them.

(3) Mrs. March read the message over, and stretched out her arms to her daughters, saying, in a tone they never forgot, “I shall go at once, but it may be too late. Oh, children, children, help me to bear it!”

(4) For several minutes there was nothing but the sound of sobbing in the room, mingled with broken words of comfort, tender assurances of help, and hopeful whispers that died away in tears. Poor Hannah, their servant, was the first to recover, and with unconscious wisdom she set all the rest a good example…

(5) “I won’t waste no time a-cryin’, but git your things ready right away, mum,” she said heartily, as she wiped her face on her apron…

(6) “She’s right, there’s no time for tears now. Be calm, girls, and let me think.”

(7) They tried to be calm, poor things, as their mother sat up, looking pale but steady, and put away her grief to think and plan for them.

(8) “Where’s Laurie?” she asked presently, when she had collected her thoughts and decided on the first duties to be done.

(9) “Here, ma’am. Oh, let me do something!” cried the neighbor boy, hurrying from the next room…

(10) “Send a telegram saying I will come at once. The next train goes early in the morning. I’ll take that.”

(11) “What else? The horses are ready. I can go anywhere, do anything,” he said, looking ready to fly to the ends of the earth.

(12) “Leave a note at Aunt March’s. Jo, give me that pen and paper.”

(13) “Jo drew the table before her mother, well knowing that money for the long, sad journey must be borrowed, and feeling as if she could do anything to add a little to the sum for her father.

(14) “Jo, run to the rooms, and tell Mrs. King that I can’t come. On the way to get these things… I must go prepared for nursing. Hospital stores are not always good… Father shall have the best of everything. Amy, tell Hannah to get down the black trunk, and Meg, come and help me find my things, for I’m half bewildered.”

(15) The family rushes off to help Marmee prepare. Beth runs to ask their neighbor, Mr. Laurence, for help. To the relief of the girls, he also makes plans to have his grandson’s tutor escort Marmee to Washington.

(16) Everything was arranged by the time Laurie returned with a note from Aunt March, enclosing the desired sum, and a few lines repeating… that she had always told them it was absurd for March to go into the army, always predicted that no good would come of it, an she hoped they would take her advice the next time. Mrs. March put the note in the fire, the money in her purse, and went on with her preparations…

(17) Jo came walking in with a very queer expression of ambivalence, for there was a mixture of fun and fear, satisfaction and regret in it, which puzzled the family as much as did the roll of bills she laid before her mother, saying with a little choke in her voice, “That’s my contribution toward making Father comfortable and bringing him home!”

(18) “My dear, where did you get it? Twenty-five dollars! I hope you haven’t done anything rash?”

(19) “No, it’s mine honestly. I didn’t beg, borrow, or steal it. I earned it, and I don’t think you’ll blame me, for I only sold what was my own.”

(20) As she spoke, Jo took off her bonnet, and a general outcry arose, for all her abundant hair was cut short.

(21) “Your hair! Your beautiful hair!” “Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.” “My dear girl, there was no need of this.” “She doesn’t look like my Jo any more, but I love her dearly for it!”

(22) As everyone exclaimed, and Beth hugged the cropped head tenderly, Jo assumed an indifferent air, which did not deceive anyone a particle, and said, rumpling up the brown bush and trying to look as if she liked it, “It doesn’t affect the fate of the nation, so don’t wail, Beth. It will be good for my vanity, I was getting too proud of my wig. It will do my brains good to have that mop taken off. My head feels deliciously light and cool, and the barber said I could soon have a curly crop, which will be boyish, becoming, an easy to keep in order. I’m satisfied, so please take the money and let’s have supper.”

Theme End Note:

1. Which statement best expresses a theme of the story?a. Vanity and selfishness are stronger than generosity and kindness.b. In times of trouble, sacrifice is sometimes essential for the good of everyone.c. Misfortune can overwhelm even the strongest people.d. The best way to deal with grief is to distract yourself with other tasks.

2. Which quote from the story best supports the story’s theme?a. “I won’t waste no time a-cryin’, but git your things ready right away, mum.”b. “I earned it, and I don’t think you’ll blame me, for I only sold what was my own.”c. “She’s right, there’s no time for tears now. Be calm, girls, and let me think.”d. “It will be good for my vanity.”

3. In paragraph 17, the word ambivalence most nearly means…a. Facial expressionb. Contradictory feelingsc. Happinessd. Gesture

4. How does Aunt March’s response to Marmee’s note help to develop the theme?e. Despite the situation, Aunt March still wants to prove she was right.f. Aunt March gives only the amount of money she feels she is obligated to give. g. Even though she expressed her disapproval, Aunt March is still willing to help.h. Aunt March realizes that her early warnings were inappropriate and apologizes.

5. What is the significance of the following line? “It doesn’t affect the fate of the nation, so don’t wail, Beth”

i. It highlights Jo’s desire to be beautiful.j. It highlights Jo’s selflessness and the perspective she has on the situation.k. It indicates that Beth is the most frivolous sister.l. It shows that Jo is the favorite daughter in the family.

6. How does the author use character actions to develop the theme? Use at least two details from the text to support your response. Use the A-NEZZ-NEZZ-C format to answer this prompt.

STOP!

Did you use all your P.O.E strategies to answer the multiple choice questions above?

Scrap Annotations PageParagraph Marginal Note

Name: __________________________________ Date: _____________________________

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Homework:

Directions: Read through the text “All Summer in a Day” and annotate for the 4 C’s on the scrap paper attached at the back of the packet. Remember, before you read, preview the prompt!

Annotation Focus:

All Summer in a DayBy Ray Bradbury

1 "Ready ?"

2 "Ready."

3 "Now ?"

4 "Soon."

5 "Do the scientists really know? Will it happen today, will it ?"

6 "Look, look; see for yourself!"

7 The children pressed to each other like so many roses, so many weeds, intermixed, peering out for a look at the hidden sun.

8 It rained.

9 It had been raining for seven years; thousands upon thousands of days compounded and filled from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands. Athousand forests had been crushed under the rain and grown up a thousand times to be crushed again. And this was the way life was forever on the planet Venus, and this was the schoolroom of the children of the rocket men and women who had come to a raining world to set up civilization and live out their lives.

10 "It’s stopping, it’s stopping !"

11 "Yes, yes !"

12 Margot stood apart from them, from these children who could ever remember a time when there wasn’t rain and rain and rain.

13 They were all nine years old, and if there had been a day, seven years ago, when the sun came out for an hour and showed its face to the stunned world, they could not recall. Sometimes, at night, she heard them stir, in remembrance, and she knew they were dreaming and remembering gold or a yellow crayon or a coin large enough to buy the world with. She knew they thought they remembered a warmness, like a blushing in the face, in the body, in the arms and legs and trembling hands. But then they always awoke to the tatting drum, the endless shaking down of clear bead necklaces upon the roof, the walk, the gardens, the forests, and their dreams were gone.

14 All day yesterday they had read in class about the sun. About how like a lemon it was, and how hot. And they had written small stories or essays or poems about it: I think the sun is a flower, that blooms for just one hour. That was Margot’s poem, read in a quiet voice in the still classroom while the rain was falling outside.

15 "Aw, you didn’t write that!" protested one of the boys.

16 "I did," said Margot. "I did."

17 "William!" said the teacher.

18 But that was yesterday. Now the rain was slackening, and the children were crushed in the great thick windows.

19 “Where’s teacher?"

20 "She’ll be back."

21 "She’d better hurry, we’ll miss it!"

22 They turned on themselves, like a feverish wheel, all tumbling spokes. Margot stood alone. She was a very frail girl who looked as if she had been lost in the rain for years and the rain had washed out the blue from her eyes and the red from her mouth and the yellow from her hair. She was an old photograph dusted from an album, whitened away, and if she spoke at all her voice would be a ghost. Now she stood, separate, staring at the rain and the loud wet world beyond the huge glass.

23 "What’re you looking at ?" said William.

24 Margot said nothing.

25 "Speak when you’re spoken to."

26 He gave her a shove. But she did not move; rather she let herself be moved only by him and nothing else. They edged away from her, they would not look at her. She felt them go away. And this was because she would play no games with them in the echoing tunnels of the underground city. If they tagged her and ran, she stood blinking after them and did not follow. When the class sang songs about happiness and life and games her lips barely moved. Only when they sang about the sun and the summer did her lips move as she watched the drenched windows. And then, of course, the biggest crime of all was that she had come here only five years ago from Earth, and she remembered the sun and the way the sun was and the sky was when she was four in Ohio. And they, they had been on Venus all their lives, and they had been only two years old when last the sun came out and had long since forgotten the color and heat of it and the way it really was.

27 But Margot remembered.

28 "It’s like a penny," she said once, eyes closed.

29 "No it’s not!" the children cried.

30 "It’s like a fire," she said, "in the stove."

"31 You’re lying, you don’t remember !" cried the children.

32 But she remembered and stood quietly apart from all of them and watched the patterning windows. And once, a month ago, she had refused to shower in the school shower rooms, had clutched her hands to her ears and over her head, screaming the water mustn’t touch her head. So after that, dimly, dimly, she sensed it, she was different and they knew her difference and kept away. There was talk that her father and mother were taking her back to Earth next year; it seemed vital to her that they do so, though it would mean the loss of thousands of dollars to her family. And so, the children hated her for all these reasons of big and little consequence. They hated her pale snow face, her waiting silence, her thinness, and her possible future.

33 "Get away !" The boy gave her another push. "What’re you waiting for?"

34 Then, for the first time, she turned and looked at him. And what she was waiting for was in her eyes.

35 "Well, don’t wait around here !" cried the boy savagely. "You won’t see nothing!"

36 Her lips moved.

37 "Nothing !" he cried. "It was all a joke, wasn’t it?" He turned to the other children.

38 "Nothing’s happening today. Is it?"

39 They all blinked at him and then, understanding, laughed and shook their heads.

40 "Nothing, nothing!"

41 "Oh, but," Margot whispered, her eyes helpless. "But this is the day, the scientists predict, they say, they know, the sun..."

42 "All a joke !" said the boy, and seized her roughly. "Hey, everyone, let’s put her in a closet before the teacher comes !"

43 "No," said Margot, falling back.

44 They surged about her, caught her up and bore her, protesting, and then pleading, and then crying, back into a tunnel, a room, a closet, where they slammed and locked the door. They stood looking at the door and saw it tremble from her beating and throwing herself against it. They heard her muffled cries. Then, smiling, the turned and went out and back down the tunnel, just as the teacher arrived.

45 "Ready, children?" She glanced at her watch.

46 "Yes!" said everyone.

47 "Are we all here?"

48 "Yes!"

49 The rain slacked still more.

50 They crowded to the huge door.

51 The rain stopped.

52 It was as if, in the midst of a film concerning an avalanche, a tornado, a hurricane, a volcanic eruption, something had, first, gone wrong with the sound apparatus, thus muffling and finally cutting off all noise, all of the blasts and repercussions and thunders, and then, second, ripped the film from the projector and inserted in its place a beautiful tropical slide which did not move or tremor. The world ground to a standstill. The silence was so immense and unbelievable that you felt your ears had been stuffed or you had lost your hearing altogether. The children put their hands to their ears. They stood apart.

53 The door slid back and the smell of the silent, waiting world came in to them. 54 The sun came out.

55 It was the color of flaming bronze and it was very large. And the sky around it was a blazing blue tile color. And the jungle burned with sunlight as the children, released from their spell, rushed out, yelling into the springtime.

56 "Now, don’t go too far," called the teacher after them. "You’ve only two hours, you know. You wouldn’t want to get caught out!"

57 But they were running and turning their faces up to the sky and feeling the sun on their cheeks like a warm iron; they were taking off their jackets and letting the sun burn their arms.

58 "Oh, it’s better than the sun lamps, isn’t it?"

59 "Much, much better!"

60 They stopped running and stood in the great jungle that covered Venusthat grew and never stopped growing, tumultuously, even as you watched it. It was a nest of octopi, clustering up great arms of fleshlike weed, wavering, flowering in this brief spring. It was the color of rubber and ash, this jungle, from the many years without sun.

61 It was the color of stones and white cheeses and ink, and it was the color of the moon.

62 The children lay out, laughing, on the jungle mattress, and heard it sigh and squeak under them resilient and alive. They ran among the trees, they slipped and fell, they pushed each other, they played hide-and-seek and tag, but most of all they squinted at the sun until the tears ran down their faces; they put their hands up to that yellowness and that amazing blueness and they breathed of the fresh, fresh air and listened and listened to the silence which suspended them in a blessed sea of no sound and no motion. They looked at everything and savored everything. Then, wildly, like animals escaped from their caves, they ran and ran in shouting circles.

63 They ran for an hour and did not stop running. And then - In the midst of their running one of the girls wailed.

64 Everyone stopped.

65 The girl, standing in the open, held out her hand.

66 "Oh, look, look," she said, trembling.

67 They came slowly to look at her opened palm.

68 In the center of it, cupped and huge, was a single raindrop. She began to cry, looking at it. They glanced quietly at the sun.

69 "Oh. Oh."

70 A few cold drops fell on their noses and their cheeks and their mouths. The sun faded behind a stir of mist. A wind blew cold around them. They turned and started to walk back toward the underground house, their hands at their sides, their smiles vanishing away.

71 A boom of thunder startled them and like leaves before a new hurricane, they tumbled upon each other and ran. Lightning struck ten miles away, five miles away, a mile, a half mile. The sky darkened into midnight in a flash.

72 They stood in the doorway of the underground for a moment until it was raining hard. Then they closed the door and heard the gigantic sound of the rain falling in tons and avalanches, everywhere and forever.

73 "Will it be seven more years?"

74 "Yes. Seven."

75 Then one of them gave a little cry.

76 "Margot!"

77 "What?"

78 "She’s still in the closet where we locked her."

79 "Margot."

80 They stood as if someone had driven them, like so many stakes, into the floor.

81 They looked at each other and then looked away. They glanced out at the world that was raining now and raining and raining steadily. They could not meet each other’s glances. Their faces were solemn and pale.

82 They looked at their hands and feet, their faces down.

83 "Margot."

84 One of the girls said, "Well... ?"

85 No one moved.

86 "Go on," whispered the girl.

87 They walked slowly down the hall in the sound of cold rain. They turned through the doorway to the room in the sound of the storm and thunder, lightning on their faces, blue and terrible. They walked over to the closet door slowly and stood by it.

88 Behind the closet door was only silence.

89 They unlocked the door, even more slowly, and let Margot out.

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1. Reread this sentence from paragraph 22:

“She was an old photograph dusted from an album, whitened away, and if she spoke at all her voice would be a ghost.”

What does this sentence tell us about Margot?A. She looks like an old picture of herself in a photo album.B. She has aged a lot in the few years she’s been on Venus.C. The rain on Venus has washed away all of the brightness that she used to

embody.D. Her home on Venus is dusty.

2. What is the purpose of the metaphor in paragraph 52?A. It conveys how unanticipated and magnificent the sun’s appearance was

on Venus.B. It explains that the children were watching a film of the sun.C. It compares the sun to a broken film.D. It illustrates the unbelievable volume and power of the sun when

appearing before the children.

Final Prompt Argument: How does Ray Bradbury develop the theme of “All Summer in a Day?” Think about which of the 4 C’s is he using the most to convey his theme.

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