In the first five weeks of the school year we have focused on the development of resources. First, looking at the questions that we have and the curiosities that we’ve developed. In students learning plans, they are to ask specific questions about the things that they are wondering about: Ana - Can I feel an extroverted energy after a french conversation rather than an introverted fatigue? Cole - What makes for a compelling storyline that keeps a reader hooked in? Jake - How did the Greek classics influence the Italian Renaissance? Neveah - How does greed affect us? Ashlynn - How did the Native American’s medicine influence their communities? Iona - What makes us who we are? How is identity formed? Bruce - Why is the world trending towards authoritarianism? Madison - How does one culture influence another? Sierra - What are the primary values and beliefs that form and guide each of the Abrahamic religions? Calen - Do I have what it takes to produce good video content? Izzy - How can I experiment with other art styles and step out of my comfort zone? Nate - What will life be like 100 million years from now? What about the geography? Weather? Vivi - What relevance do the works of the beat authors have today? Our wondering has turned into curiosity. Curiosity into questions, questions into search terms, and from search terms into resources. Resources of the academic kind. We’ve looked at refining these systems of searching to understand the difference between truth and opinion in the information that we find. We’ve started to look at the kind of information that we find and consider ‘who are the authors?’ that have written the material we are consuming. For more information see these two slideshows put together by our wonderful Pilot support Librarian, Meg Allison:
Izzy Giammusso has been getting down to business learning Photoshop and digital illustration ! you're invited to the Pilot Potluck Thursday, October 3rd 5:30-7 pmThank you to the Giammusso's for offering to host this year's Pilot gathering at their home. Details for the event: THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3RD 5:30-7 PM 1337 Adamant Rd, Adamant, VT 05640 Please bring a dish or beverage to share if you can, but we definitely don't need everyone to bring something. RSVP to Amy at [email protected] by Tuesday, October 1st if you can make it. If your last name begins with A-L bring a savory dish or finger food. If your last name begins with K-Z bring a dessert, or beverage. Please park at the end of the driveway. See you there! We are still looking for a few mentors!
Final snapshot of student progress for the week: Cole Dyer has written many words! Here is an excerpt from his in progress novel: The passage was narrow. The rough stone walls brushed his shoulders on either side. Here and there a small stream dribbled from some unknown source above, filling the space with the noise of trickling water. Auro reached his hands up, feeling for a ceiling above him. His hands passed through empty air. A cold sweat broke across his brow. In the darkness, the tunnel could extend for a foot or a hundred above him. Now that he thought of it, he was sure he could hear the sound of the water echoing far above. Auro turned to retreat before he fell into another set of twitches. Scratch, scratch. Auro froze. Scratch scratch scratch. Slowly, Auro turned back, listening intently. Concentrating, he could hear small squeaks through the trickling water and the scrabbling. Rats. Food. His stomach rumbled. Those rats would sustain him. In these caves the rats had no predators. They didn’t try to run or bite. Auro could simply grab as many as he could carry and bring them back to the central cavern. The noises were coming from further down the tunnel. Further into the high, open chasm, where any manner of creature could perch above, waiting. His stomach growled again. This could be his last chance to for another week. Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward. His tunnels. Step. The darkness loomed above. His tunnels. Step. A faint breeze drifted down from some unseen opening far above. Auro shivered. His tunnels. Step. The scratching echoed through the chasm again. This time from above. Auro froze. Something was up there. Something was watching. He felt its eyes burning through him. The unseen watcher clattered again. Auro’s head snapped to the side. Hide. The tightness began pushing in on him like a vice, slowly being tightened. Disappear. The food. He had to get to the food. Hide. The knot of hunger in his stomach twisted. Disappear. His tunnels. He had to go on. Without food he would die as surely as if the mysterious watcher struck. Auro gritted his teeth. Hide. Disappear. His tunnels. Step. His head continued to snap around, eyes trying to pierce the darkness. Hide. Disappear. His tunnels. Step. The vice continued to tighten on his chest. Hide. Disappear. His tunnels. Step. The scratching ahead was close now. Only a few more steps and he’d reach the rats. Hide. Disappear. His- A loud crack rang through the cavern. Enjoy the beautiful weekend!
Be well, until next time. amyK
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