Bell Ringer: 9/16 - 9/19 Please go get “A” and “B” cards from the whiteboard. Each person needs both an “A” and “B” card. Then, fill out the survey at your desk and hand in to the basket. Please have your Story Maps ready on your desk for check off.

SUBJECT/VERB AGREEMENT QUICK REVIEW For the following examples, hold up “A” or “B” when I display your choices on the overhead. Wait to hold up until I say. 

A or B? Many of my friends (is, are) going to the bonfire tonight.

A or B? The banks of the river (floods, flood) during the heavy rains.

A or B? Each (has, have) his or her own way of doing things.

A or B? Few (appreciates, appreciate) his strange sense of fashion.

A or B? All of the jewels have lost (its, their) glow.

A or B? As a person grows up, (he or she, they) must assume more responsibility.

A or B? Each of the clerks does a good deal of work around (his or her, their) office.

A or B? Both do a good job in (his or her, their) office

A or B? Neither wants (her, their) statements published.

A or B? Had either of the dogs had (its, their) tail clipped?

A or B? Everybody must take (his, their) books.

A or B? In the fall, a few trees shed (its, their) leaves.

A or B? Several of the shoppers gave (his, their) opinions about the new product.

A or B? How many have given you (her, their) dues?

A or B? Be sure that each does (her, their) required number of sit- ups.

Atmosphere Listen to the following clips of music. In the spaces provided on your worksheet write down the feelings you have when you hear the different types of music.

Audio 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECIzNNGqpAI

Audio 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmSbXsFE3l8&list=PL4mAbErKWSCp7rufhUy1gJwsQ498YvVgn

Audio 3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjPAWbk5jKc

Audio 4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yvGCAvOAfM

Atmosphere In literature, atmosphere refers to the feeling, emotion, or mood a writer conveys to a reader through the description of setting and objects.

The Most Dangerous Game By Richard Connell

Interesting openings It was Monday again. It was Monday and the day was damp and cold. Rain splattered the cover of Algebra I as Laura heaved her books higher on her arm and sighed. School was such a bore. In a forest of mixed growth somewhere on the eastern spurs of the Karpathians, a man stood one winter night watching and listening, as though he waited for some beast of the woods to come within the range of his vision, and, later, of his rifle. The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. “Off there to the right—somewhere—is a large island,” said Whitney. “It’s rather a mystery—”