My 8th graders finished a project on their Expanding West unit. We studied the Lewis and Clark expedition, the Oregon Trail, the Texas Revolution, the Mexican-American War (including the Bear Flag Republic), and the Gold Rush. So, instead of taking a test, my students had to pretend they were time travelers from the year 2150 and write a travelogue diary I told them to be creative for each of these spots. I wasn’t disappointed.
Some one wrote this next to their name as they turned in their paper:
– Chloe (i know you like me more than Tess)
Lewis and Clark Expedition
– It sounds and smells like a wilderness out here…well maybe because it is.
– I see dear and skunks and even more exotic than at home.
– The flowers smelt real and the wind blew. (really?)
– I used my disguise o’matic to get on some ragged clothes.
– They do not suspect that I am actually a robot. My steel fitted feet units are very sore.
– One thing that was exciting and scary was that an Indian scalped Jeffrey. (poor kid in my class!)
– One of the solo men that came was mauled by a bear and there was nothing left to bury.
– Its fun to see them use actual paper maps instead of the iphone 152
– One person died on the trail, his name was Justin, Justin Bieber.
– Then there is Phinaes and Ferb, who are hoping to get a apprenticeship with some printer there.
– The battle of Alamo, and San Jacinto, they were great battles, in the Alamo we were starving all the people were smelly and needed a shower.
– The dry sand was now mud, it was mixed with the blood of those who died. (I think this is a really amazing sentence!)
– Then battle of Alamo was awful. It looked so bad to be sitting outside on your porch and watch some of your neighbors fighting being killed and shot.
– I want Americans to win because it’s a big territory and it’s where Disneyland is…in the future. (That’s right! Go ‘Murica!)
– The smell of bacon came out of no where. Then I realized there was a camp up a head. It was a sad day I really wanted bacon. (That kid is in torture. I loves me some bacon!)
– I’m thinking about staking a claim near this spot by the river, but there is this hobo that lives there that is really creeping me out.
– My wife was dead: there was a gang there wanting my gold. This was bad so I gave them most of it.
– I could smell the sweet scent of honey. I don’t know why it would ever smell like honey. It just did.
– The camp’s smell was horrible. Part man-smell, and the other part is really bad man-smell. (hahahaha)
– I’m bunked with a girl who has long blonde dread locks and smells like cheese. Every once in a while I spray her with perfume. My gold mining instructor is a cutie.