Grade 7 had a great time at the Live Different show at Dr. George Johnson Middle School on Tues. Dec. 1. It was a great multi-media experience delivering a strong message about having positive self-image despite our self-doubts.
Students were inundated with insightful personal speakers, intuitive multimedia messages, and inspiring music from the stylings of Everglow; a talented 2-piece band from the East Coast. The overall feedback from students was positive with overwhelming responses to the messages being sent about how to fight negativity and find positive thinking.
Today we talked about “Who I Want to Be”. We listened to some music and read poetry about “how I want to be remembered”. We reflected on how we want to be remembered is something to reflect on everyday as we think about who we want to be. We discussed how we want to be remembered and what actions each day will lead to that.
Students each decorated one outline of a foot to indicate their “footprint” of who they want to be and how they wish to be remembered.
Today we started our preparations for Festival of the Arts by reading through one of our poems we are performing there. We read “Backward Bill” by Shel Silverstein and tried some different ways of reading it.
Check out the poem below.
Backward Bill, Backward Bill,
He lives way up on Backward Hill,
Which is really a hole in the sandy ground
(But that’s a hill turned upside down).
Backward Bill’s got a backward shack
With a big front porch that’s built out back.
You walk through the window and look out the door
And the cellar is up on the very top floor.
Backward Bill he rides like the wind
Don’t know where he’s going but sees where he’s been.
His spurs they go “neigh” and his horse it goes “clang,”
And his six-gun goes “gnab,” it never goes “bang.”
Backward Bill’s got a backward pup,
They eat their supper when the sun comes up,
And he’s got a wife named Backward Lil,
“She’s my own true hate,” says Backward Bill.
Backward Bill wears his hat on his toes
And puts on his underwear over his clothes.
And come every payday he pays his boss,
And rides off a-smilin’ a-carryin’ his hoss.