Friday, August 25, 2006

WARNING: If you have not read Of Mice and Men yet, you may not want to read this blog entry. It kinda sorta spoils the ending. 'Nuff said.

In Issue One of READ magazine, we asked you a few questions about the Reader's Theater play Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. One of the questions was:

Does George make the right decision at the end of the story? Why or why not?

Here is what a few of our READers thought:

Sarah M., Grade 7 said

Yes, I think that he made the right decision. Like they were talking about earlier in the play, you shouldn't let someone else kill your best friend. But also, he was wrong because it was murder.


Heather, Grade 8 said

I think George makes the right decision. If George didn't kill him, a stranger would have ... or he would have lived with the guilt forever. I'm not saying if a friend does something bad that you should kill them, but you sometimes have to be a little rude to get them to stop. So both ways are right.

Hayley, Grade 7 said

Yes, George made the right decision. He didnt want a stranger to kill his friend. It was like the guy with the dog said "I should have killed him myself" George thought Lennie was sorta his responsibility. He didn't do it out of anger, he did it out of love!

Laura S., Grade 7 said

George and Lennie were such good friends that George wouldn't feel right if he didn't kill him. He would probably feel sad and not be too happy that someone else shot his best friend. I think that since Lennie was so fond of the rabbits that that is what George wanted his last thought to be.That is why I think that George did the right thing.

So it sounds to me like everyone agrees that George did the right thing. It still breaks my heart though. Does anyone else out there agree? Is there anyone that thinks George should have not killed Lennie? Leave a comment below or email us at word@weeklyreader.com.

Until next time...


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Bryon    Posted by
Bryon
on 8/25/2006
11:46 AM
 Thursday, August 24, 2006

Oh Pluto. I'm still with ya, big guy.

Did you hear? Some smarty pantses out in Prague decided to strip Pluto of its planetary status. We're down to 8 now. Can you name them all? Can I? Oh, I certainly hope so.

Earth um Mars um Venus um Mercury um Uranus um Saturn um Jupiter um um uhhhhhhhh I probably should have gone in order. Oh yeah, and Neptune. Phew. I pass 4th grade science. Yayyyy!

I thought our universe was supposed to be expanding? Not constricting. In fact, I know a family that lives down the street from me who was seriously considering going to Pluto next summer for their vacation. They were all like "Oh yeah, you gotta go to Pluto! It's the furthest planet!" Now they won't even look at it through their high-powered telescopes. All the Plutonian brochures have vanished from their house. It's so sad.

If you all feel like I do, and you want to see Pluto get it's planetary status back, then leave a comment below or write to word@weeklyreader.com. Once I get 100,000 concerned readers on my side, I'll print out all your letters and shoot them off in a rocketship to the farthest reaches of the universe. Together, we can give Pluto it's 248 orbital years back!


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Bryon    Posted by
Bryon
on 8/24/2006
12:29 PM
 Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Is it June yet?

Welcome back to school! Are you back yet? I may be jumping the gun a little here. When do you start?

A) This week
B) Next week
C) After Labor Day
D) I'm never goin' back, man! Never!!!

Take it easy, partner. I'm just curious. The whole gosh darn educational world is curious!

Next week is WORD's birthday. You can send your birthday wishes to word@weeklyreader.com. If you're new here, welcome. We usually have more to say than this.


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Bryon    Posted by
Bryon
on 8/23/2006
4:07 PM
 Tuesday, August 22, 2006

- Poem by Kat Lucas, Grade 10

I was once lost amidst the brambles
my only shelter—
the heat of the jungle

my úarîra
once ran among the elephants
my hair a wild mass of tangles
dangling over a dirt-smeared face
riding on the backs of my
friends, i abused my body

my manasa
clouded by the tendrils of
mist that weave their way through the branches of
twisted tress
splashing around the cool water
I could not comprehend the meaning of kala

my jîva
could not express how
alone
I felt as the elephants slept peacefully,
I pleaded to the stars, let my spirit fly!
let me glide among the clouds and be free of the boa constricting my soul!

my cry was answered—
kala found me

out of the jungle family came
bearing dayâ. gently they
spoke with me and my soul soared on the
wings of the heron

together we are one, our spirits bound by the
power of the stars


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StudentWriter    Posted by
StudentWriter
on 8/22/2006
4:49 PM


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