Investigating Sensory Details

• What do I see?• What do I hear?• What do I smell?• What do I taste?• What do I feel?

11-19-13 FMS 7th Grade

Today, you will…Identify sensory elements in your favorite young adult novels and books. (Analysis)Explain how sensory images contribute to meaning. (Synthesis)Communicate effectively in group discussions and problem-solving. (Synthesis)Create Diamante poems using sensory words. (Synthesis)

Use precise words and phrases, relevant descriptive details, and sensory language to capture the action and convey experiences and events. [W.7.3d]

Analyze how a drama's or poem's form or structure (e.g., soliloquy, sonnet) contributes to its meaning. [RL.7.5]

Engage effectively in a range of collaborative discussions (one-on-one, in groups, and teacher-led) with diverse partners on Grade 7 topics, texts, and issues, building on others' ideas and expressing their own clearly. [SL.7.1]

Acquire and use accurately grade-appropriate general academic and domain-specific words and phrases; gather vocabulary knowledge when considering a word or phrase important to comprehension or expression. [L.7.6]

Katniss Everdeen,The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

“What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at

the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance

if it were so easy to come by?”

“White is the color of little bunnies with pink noses.White is the color of fluffy clouds fluffing their way across the sky.

White is the color of angel's wings and Angel's wings.White is the color of brand-new ankle socks fresh out of the bag.

White is the color of crisp sheets in schmancy hotels.White is the color of every last freaking, gol-danged thing you see for

endless miles and miles if you happen to be in Antarctica trying to save the world, which now you aren't so sure you can do because

you feel like if you see any more whiteness-Wonder Bread, someone's underwear, teeth-you will completely and totally lose your ever-lovin' mind and wind up pushing a grocery cart full of

empty cans around New York City, muttering to yourself.

That was my first poem ever.Okay, so it's not Shakespeare, but I liked it.”

“She lowered her head until it was at his level. He stroked the line of her jaw, and

then pressed his forehead against her hard snout and held her as tightly as he could, her scales sharp against his fingers. Hot tears began to slide down his cheeks.

'Why do you cry?' she asked.'Because... I'm lucky enough to be bonded

with you.''Little one.”

“Alas! Earwax!”

“Without pain, how could we know joy?” This is an old argument in the field of

thinking about suffering, and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be

plumbed for centuries, but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in

any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

“Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces

appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment, as if the garment was

stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task,

whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would

you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades' underwear?”

“Look at Me! Look at me! Look at me now! It is fun to

have fun, but you have to know how. I can hold up the cup, and

the milk, and the cake! I can hold up these books! And the fish on a rake! I can hold the toy ship and a little toy man! And look! With my tail I can

hold a red fan!”