Fetching Whey

The other morning while putting my shoes on  at the gym a product on the shelf caught my eye. Whey Protein. One of my fondest childhood memories washed over me. Going to the cheese factory to get whey with Coon Pickle. For those of you ignorant of all facts whey let me fill you in. It is the odorous by product of cheese making. Wikipedia refers to it as the liquid remaining after milk has been curdled and strained. From that you might be able to conjure up a pretty good image of what it looks like, and even the consistency of the goo. The stench, however, is impossible to imagine. Coon had a tank in the bed of his pickup specifically for whey. He fed the vile gunk to his hogs. We would pull around to the west, I believe, side of the cheese factory. The whey would slosh down a narrow trough and splash into the tank. God it stunk. It was worth the smell just to be with Coon. He was an endless chain of cigarettes and cuss words. Coon not only knew all the usual words, and used them frequently to perfection. His forte was inventing new and improved words, hell the way he could use prefixes and suffixes he should have been an English teacher. Any body party with the suffix -less were some of his favorite adjectives. Nutless, dickless... you get the picture. And nothing was better than when Coon was pissed at someone. That is when his star would shine the brightest.  He would rip into a ten minute dissertation on what he was going to do (dehorn was always my favorite) to his nemesis, where he was going to do it (main street was also a favorite) and to what degree he was going to enjoy it. I liked listening to Coon talk, I loved listening to him cuss. Dan and I would spend hours repeating our favorite coonisms and laugh just as hard every time. Yeah, it may have been a little vulgar, and you couldn't repeat his words in mixed company, but damn it was great. The English language needs guys like Coon Pickel, the nutless son of a bitch!

The Poetry of The Hunger Games

Giving students the opportunity to respond to literature through poetry is a great way to truly test comprehnsion. Writing poetry based on what they are reading for school or pleasure allows them to tell the story how they see it unfolding, and recreate favorite characters and memorable scenes from their point of view. Being able to compose a poem shows a far deeper understanding than answering multiple choice questions or short answer regurgitations. My teacher partner has our students reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. You've all seen it. Most of you have read it, even more have seen the movie. I have piggy-backed on to her lessons by having the kids write poetry dealing with their feelings, thoughts, and ideas about the book. Fascinating stuff. Now, with sixth graders I like to give them a little structure when writing poetry. Free verse is great, don't get me wrong. For this unit I felt a strong foundation was important. I chose four different types of poems. The Nonet, Etheree, Ballad, and Blitz poems. I use http://www.shadowpoetry.com/ as a resource for teaching poetry. Visit the site when you are looking for poetry ideas, you will not be disappointed. Like always, I write poetry alongside the students. Every poem they write I write. So, I will post examples of each type I wrote.

    Nonet-A nine line poem. The first line has nine syllables, the second line has eight, on down until the ninth line has one syllable. We brainstormed a list of characters from the novel, and the students chose two to write nonets on. I stressed character, and selecting words and syllables carefully, keeping the character's actions, thoughts, and words in the front of their minds.

  Etheree-The Etheree is a ten line poem. The first line has one syllable, the second two until the tenth line is made up of ten syllables. I challenge students to go for the double etheree descending back down to one syllable. Both the Nonet and Etheree can stand alone or be verses in a longer poem. To set this this lesson up I read the first three pages of Chapter 11 aloud to the class. "Sixty seconds..." The kids were then given the task of writing the etheree to describe those first few hectic minutes of the actual games. The action at the cornucopia.

  The Ballad-By far the most challenging for the students. Ballads originally were written as songs. I have the students write at least three seperate quatrains with an abcb, abab, or aabb rhyming pattern. the difficult part is the rhythym. The first and third lines of each quatrain have four beats. The second and fourth have three beats. Interestingly, if you can sing a ballad to the melody of "The Gilligan's Island Theme Song" it is indeed a ballad.

  The Blitz Poem-This fast moving poem really lends itself well to the plot of The Hunger Games. Start with any phrase you choose. The second line also starts with the same word as the first line. The fourth and fifth lines start with the last word of line three. That pattern goes on until line 48. Line forty-nine is the last word in line 48. Line fifty is the last word in line 47. The title is found by using the first word of the third and first word of the 47th line. You will see.

  The Nonet

 Prim

 She’s the best little sister ever
Buttercup is her gnarly cat
always relies on Katniss
tougher than Katniss thinks
sells milk from her goat
loved in the Hob
sells her cheese
chosen
smart

 Gale

 So quiet, the toughest one of all
 loves to hunt daily with Katniss
 In reaping forty two times
 takes care of his siblings
 does he love Katniss?
 could have won games
 so loyal
 alone
 big

  The Etheree

 Blood
not mine
I should run
bow and arrow
on top of the heap
I should just turn and run
wham, no! maybe not ready
grab backpack, another grabs too
his foamy red blood splatters my face
run for the trees with my pack, don’t look back


death
not yet
set to run
but I am fast
fastest of tributes
could grab bow and arrows
but would not get very far
gong sounds Peeta distracted me
How come I was not ready to run?
Maybe Haymitch did not know I am fast
grab some bread and now the orange backpack
district 9 tribute also grabs it
our eyes meet for just a second
blood erupts red from his mouth
he drops to the ground dead
run and don’t look back
knife comes my way
pack blocks it
just missed
run

  The Ballad

 It All Begins With The Reaping

It all begins with the reaping
All kids 12 to 18
They gather in their own town square
Their faces sad and lean

The hunger games is on TV
And everyone must see
The tributes battle to the death
So the rest can remain free

Prim’s name was called by Effie
She was paralyzed with fear
But Katniss jumped out of the crowd
She shouted, “I volunteer”

The Hunger Games is on TV
And everyone must see
The tributes battle to the death
So the rest can remain free

So now Katniss takes her sisters place
She will hunt the tributes down
She and Peeta Melark were chosen
To represent their town

The Hunger Games is on TV
And everyone must see
The tributes battle to the death
So the rest can remain free


 Sixty Seconds 

Sixty seconds eternity
Standing waiting to die
Haymitch said when you hear the gong
Take off young lady, fly

 But maybe I can grab a bow
And those silver sharp arrows
I can outrun anyone
my chances are so narrow

 Sixty seconds eternity
Standing waiting to die
Haymitch said when you hear the gong
Take off young lady, fly

Katniss at the cornucopia
She hasn’t made up her mind
She doesn’t want to take the advice
She knows she’s one of a kind

Sixty seconds  eternity
Standing waiting to die
Haymitch said when you hear the gong
Take off young lady, fly

The gong sounds, she starts to run
But dang, she hesitated
Will she make a daring escape
Or has she been bad fated

Sixty seconds eternity
Standing waiting to die
Haymitch said when you hear the gong
Take off young lady, fly

  Blitz Poem

 Hunt the Careers 

Katniss is a warrior
Katniss can really hunt
Hunt food for her family
Hunt tributes in the games
Games to entertain the capitol
Games to show government power
Power belongs to the careers
Power is not always obvious
Obvious alliances form
Obvious skills by tributes
Tributes are so brave
Tributes line up to die
Die by poison
Die by weapons
Weapons from the cornucopia
Weapons honed by hand
Hand given to a friend
 Hand that brings death
Death by starvation
Death by fire
Fire from the game makers
Fire of a girl
Girl in the trees
Girl is an ally
Ally in Rue
Ally in Peeta
Peeta tries to protect
Peeta, the boy with the bread
Bread thrown to a starving girl
Bread purposefully burned
Burned by fire
Burned by love
Love for Prim
Love for Rue
Rue points out the nest
Rue nurses Katniss to health
Health because of medicine
Health thanks to the sponsors
Sponsors give gifts
Sponsors because of Haymitch
Haymitch, such a drunk
Haymitch the mentor
Mentor both Peetah and Katniss
Mentor to their strengths
Strengths can become weakness
Strengths of the careers
Careers train all their lives
Careers band together
Together…
Lives…