Ｍａｎｄａｒｉｎ Ｐｅｎ Ｐａｌ Ｌｅｔｔｅｒ

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Ｉｎ Ｍａｎｄａｒｉｎ， ｔｈｅ ８ｔｈ ｇｒａｄｅｒｓ ｗｒｏｔｅ ｐｅｎ ｐａｌ ｌｅｔｔｅｒｓ ｔｏ ｕｓ， ａｎｄ ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｒｅｓｐｏｎｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｏｎｅｓ ｏｆ ｏｕｒ ｃｈｏｉｃｅ． Ｗｅ

ａｎｓｗｅｒｅｄ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎｓ， ａｎｄ ａｓｋｅｄ ｓｏｍｅ ｏｆ ｏｕｒ ｏｗｎ． Ｔｈｉｓ ｗａｓ ａ ｇｒｅａｔ ｗａｙ ｔｏ ｕｓｅ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅ ｈａｖｅ

ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ ｓｏ ｆａｒ． Ｗｅ ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｄ ａｌｍｏｓｔ ａｌｌ ｏｆ ｏｕｒ ｕｎｉｔｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅｓｅ  ｌｅｔｔｅｒｓ． I ｔｈｉｎｋ ｔｈｉｓ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ａ ｇｒｅａｔ ｙｅａｒ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ ｉｎ

ｍａｎｄａｒｉｎ ｃｌａｓｓ． Ｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ ｍｙ ｌｅｔｔｅｒ：

你好王力!

我是穆彦。我是男生。 我今年十二岁。我是美国人。我上六年级。我在 Lynne 的班。你在谁的班？ 我喜欢打篮球，踢足球，和打棒球。我不喜欢滑雪。我没有宠物。我的家有四个人。我的家有妈妈，爸爸，姐姐，和我。我的姐姐是以六岁。我最喜欢颜色是粉色。你有最喜欢时的颜色？ 我想吃寿司。你想吃什么？ 我的朋友是很瘦。我的朋友叫武华。
谢谢， 穆彦。

Map Art Update

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So far, this piece has been going well. I am almost done. I have only two more steps. I am going to paint NYC, and then cover the whole thing in mod podge. I think this will look really cool when it’s done, and I can’t wait. I am really proud of this piece.

Interconnected Body Systems

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All body systems are interconnected. They all of something that connects them. This is a map of the some of the body systems and how they are connected. There is something that connects all of them. I’ve learned a lot about the individual body systems which helps me understand how the body works as a whole. Seeing the connections shows how the overall body functions.

Shabanu News Article

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This is my Shabanu Newscast

 

Fugitive Landlord And His Men Kill Young Man Named Hamir

 

Breaking News! Recently in Yazman, a young man named Hamir was killed by his landlord, Nazir Mohammad. We have interviewed Hamir’s mother and younger brother and the family that he was betrothed to.

 

The story is that Nazir Mohammad and his men saw Phulan and Shabanu and tried to take them. They were said to throw water pots at them to fend them off. Onlookers reported that this made Nazir Mohammad very angry. Shabanu and Phulan then ran for their lives, and talked to their mother.

 

Quickly, the family left in anxiety. Only Dalil Abassi stayed back. When they told the story to Hamir, he quickly became angry that Nazir Mohammad had dared to insult the girl he was betrothed to. He took to violence. Then Nazir and his men came in a jeep. Nazir was drunk, when he saw Hamir he told his men to shoot him. When Hamir was down a few seconds later, they shot him down once more. Murad and Abassi carried his body back to the hut. There they met Bibi Lal who was crying. She was inside the hut while it happened and she said she heard the gun shots. The men splashed water on Hamir but it would not work. They took off their turbans and wiped the blood of him. Behind them they heard Nazir’s jeep driving away. All of them knew they could not do anything. They knew Hamir was dead.
Dalil Abbasi and Murad carried the body back to Hamir’s hut. His mother, Bibi-Lal was devastated. What a terrible turn of events, here in Yazman. Rangers are keeping an eye out for Nazir Mohammad and his posse.

Map Art

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In this project for art, we’re making map art of a subway map for NYC. The art is supposed to show something about us. I am cutting a bunch of pieces of the map out. Then I am blowing up a balloon and paper mache-ing the map onto the balloon. I’m about halfway done with this so far, and I think it will look really cool when it’s done.

Phulan Blog Posts

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Marriage

 

I am so excited! I’m getting married to him so soon now! I’m not allowed to say his name, so I just refer to him as ‘him’. I can’t wait until the wedding. I hope he’s really handsome. And nice too! After Sibi, and selling Guluband, (I’m still not sure why Shabanu is that worked up about it, but I’m being nice to her anyway) we might even have enough for my dowry! It would have been so embarrassing if I didn’t have the dowry. My family would never be able to forget it. But even if we didn’t have a big dowry, I’m sure “HE” is nice enough and won’t mind. Auntie is so worked up about having to pay a dowry. She keeps on telling my dear Mama, “If you had sons then we wouldn’t have to go through so much trouble!” (pg3) I’m never going to have do do any of that. She already has two sons, and she has an unborn baby who will probably be a son too the way her luck is going. I’m so nervous about the wedding. I don’t even know what I’m going to wear. We are going to Yazman soon, and I will get to see “HIM”. And Shabanu will get to see Murad. Murad his “HIS” younger brother. Shabanu will be married to him a year after I am married to “HIM”. I’m not sure what will happen after the wedding though. Hopefully all good things. . .

 

 

How to survive a sandstorm.

 

She yanks the quilt away, and suddenly my skin is pierced with a thousand needles. The wind is howling around us. I can’t see anything, but I can tell by the sound that it’s a monstrous sandstorm, the kind few living things without protection survive.” (pg110). The recent storm was devastating. Sadly, it took grandfather with it. A sandstorm is caused by wind in really sandy areas. If the wind is fast enough, it takes all the sand with it, blowing it everywhere. The sand can get anywhere between ten feet and fifty feet high. The minimum is about double my height! They can move incredibly fast, and they’re on you in a blink of an eye. They can travel up to twenty five miles per hour! Almost all sandstorms happen in deserts. Which means that they happen near us a lot. In a sandstorm, it is really important to either be inside, or cover your eyes mouth nose and ears to prevent sand from getting in. Also, you should gather as much water as you can and bring it inside so that your toba doesn’t get completely covered in sand. Bring it in pots inside, and save as much as you can from the sand. “She yanks the quilt away, and suddenly my skin is pierced with a thousand needles. The wind is howling around us. I can’t see anything, but I can tell by the sound that it’s a monstrous sandstorm, the kind few living things without protection survive.” (pg110). If you follow all of these tips, you will have a much better chance of surviving these terrible disasters!

 

 

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