Feb
09
Filed Under (From Mr. Lund) by Daniel Lund on 09-02-2010 and tagged , , ,

leroy basketball paintingArt outreach this month was all about famous sport paintings and images.  The class looked at these paintings with a critical eye. We looked at them in a few different groups – present / historical images, primitive / contemporary paintings, dark / bright colors, and type of sports being showcased.  Mrs. Karri helped us see beyond the sport being showcased and pushed us to think about these paintings in a deeper manner.  What is the focus of the paintings?  

Please give us some feedback – with support and elaboration!

-Mr. Lund

 

Image from – http://www.leroyneiman.com

Feb
07
Filed Under (From Mr. Lund) by Daniel Lund on 07-02-2010 and tagged , ,

lympic

History of the Olympic Games

The first modern Olympic Games were held in the summer of 1896. The organizers added skating to the Summer Games in 1908 (ice rinks could be kept cold even in the hottest weather) – but eventually decided that winter sports were perhaps best left to the winter. The first Olympic Winter Games were held in 1924, in Chamonix, France.

The first gold medal at the first Olympic Winter Games went to speed skater Charles Jewtraw of the United States, but Finnish speed skater A. Clas Thunberg was the overall star. He earned medals in all five speed skating events: three gold, one silver and one bronze. The Canadian ice hockey team won all five of their matches, outscoring their opponents 110 to 3.

In that first Olympic Winter Games, 16 nations participated, bringing 258 athletes (11 women, 247 men) to compete in 16 events.

During the Vancouver 2010 Olympic Winter Games, many more athletes – approximately 2,500 – will compete in 15 sports and over 86 separate medal events.

Alpine skiing
Biathlon
Bobsled
Cross-country skiing
Curling
Figure skating
Freestyle skiing
Ice hockey
Luge
Nordic combined
Short track speed skating
Skeleton
Ski jumping
Snowboarding
Speed skating

Are you planning on watching any of the sports at the Winter Olympics? Are you familiar with all the sports at this year’s Olympics?

-Mr. Lund

UPDATE!!!!!  UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here are a few photos of Mrs. Lund’s cousin, Chris Nurre.

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…All the information posted can also be found at 2010 Vancouver Olympic Game Website

Feb
06
Filed Under (From Mr. Lund) by Daniel Lund on 06-02-2010 and tagged , , , , ,

pizza

Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Rembusch share a pizza that was cut into 16 equal slices.  Mr. Fletcher ate 9 slices.  There were 2 pizza slices left after these male teachers finished eating their pizza.


How many slices did Mr. Rembusch eat?

What fraction of the pizza did each teacher eat?

Explain your work.

Feb
06

mathdictionary

A Math Dictionary For Kids is more than a math dictionary – it’s a website filled with information, math problems, and mini quizzes!  Check it out!  Use it!  Let me know your thoughts!  -Mr. Lund

Feb
04
Filed Under (From Mr. Lund) by Daniel Lund on 04-02-2010 and tagged ,

bee

Congratulations to our entire class for a great classroom spelling bee!  Everyone tried their best and spelled some very difficult words!

Representing our classroom at the school spelling bee will be -

Ryan H.

Ilisha K.

Our alternate will be Jacob O.

Our school bee is February 11th at 2:00pm.  Good Luck!

-Mr. Lund

I was reading a post from Jeff Utecht’s blog, U Tech Tips.  He was discussing the niche books will have in the future as new technologies replace books as the only source of information. 

Simple questions:

When was the last time you read a book?

When was the last time you read a web page?

When was the last time you read a letter addressed to you in the mail? (A real hand written letter)

When was the last time you read an e-mail?

When was the last time you looked up a phone number in the phone book?

When was the last time you looked up a recipe in a recipe book?

When was the last time you used an encyclopedia?

When was the last time you went to a book before the web for non-fiction/relevant information?

Now, take these questions and go ask them to your friend in a different class, to a parent during dinner, or the kid sitting next to you on the bus. Are the answers the same? Different? Why?

Jan
30
Filed Under (From Mr. Lund) by Daniel Lund on 30-01-2010 and tagged , , ,

How do you get along with your neighbors?

 

Are you friendly with any of them, or do you barely know anyone’s name? Describe your neighborly relations. 

 

Do you miss any neighbors from a former house you lived in?  Or do you miss some neighbors that have moved to another town?

Jan
28
Filed Under (From Mr. Lund) by Daniel Lund on 28-01-2010 and tagged , , , ,

Please enjoy our claymation videos my by the students in our class about some of the tall tales we’ve enjoyed in the class!  The claymation process is long but very engaging!  The students read the stories, created a storyboard for the claymation, created the clay figures, took many photographs, and finally put it all together into a video!  – Mr. Lund

John Henry Claymation

 

Mike Fink Claymation

 

Paul Bunyon Video

 

Stormalong Video

 

Pecos Bill Claymation Video

Jan
28

It’s April 18, 1775 – the colonists are angry!

Here is the entire poem written about that famous night.  I’ve also included the Schoolhouse Rock video that talks about the start of the Revolution!  – Mr. Lund

Paul Revere’s Ride

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,–
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm.”

Then he said “Good-night!” and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street
Wanders and watches, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,–
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, “All is well!”
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,–
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse’s side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer’s dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,—
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
>From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,—
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

 

Jan
25
Filed Under (From Mr. Lund) by Daniel Lund on 25-01-2010 and tagged , , ,

Here are two events that are going on at Glenwood Intermediate School this week – please give some feedback on these events and your experiences!  – Mr. Lund

nonamecallingweek

 

 

Mrs. LaFata will be leading activities all week to
help end name calling at G.I.S. 

 

heart

 

 

 

Through our student council, the school will be collecting money and supplies for the earthquake victims in Haiti!  Join the cause!