Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Sentence Fragments

- Here is a link to an interactive exercise where you identify the fragment in a paragraph.
- Here is a link to a Powerpoint Presentation describing sentence fragments. To begin, start clicking.
- Here is a link to a game which will help you to identify complete sentences and sentence fragments. (40 examples)
- I have some worksheets that I will give you when we meet. They contain sentence fragments. You can show me how to make them into complete sentences.

Examples of Metaphors and Similes

1. Life is a highway.
2. Life is like a highway.
3. Her home was a prison.
4. His skin was as cold as ice.
5. He was a lion in the fight.
6. He fought like a lion.
7. John is a real pig when he eats.
8. John eats like a pig.
9. These cookies taste like garbage.
10. They fought like cats and dogs.
11. He was a tornado, blasting his way through the opposing team.
12. She ate like a horse.

1.Metaphor
2. Simile
3. Metaphor
4. Simile
5. Metaphor
6. Simile
7. Metaphor
8. Simile
9. Simile
10. Simile
11. Metaphor
12. Simile

Simile Poem (examples of similes)

Predictable

Poor as a church mouse.
strong as an ox,
cute as a button,
smart as a fox.

thin as a toothpick,
white as a ghost,
fit as a fiddle,
dumb as a post.
bald as an eagle,
neat as a pin,
proud as a peacock,
ugly as sin.

When people are talking
you know what they'll say
as soon as they start to
use a cliché.

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Here's an interesting website describing similes and metaphors. Be sure to click on the audio and read-a-long :)
Grammar Girl: Metaphors and Similes

Powerpoint Tutorial

There are several PPT Tutorials videos on the web. Here's one.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost

The poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost, a well-known American poet, was published in 1923 in the book New Hampshire.



Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.