Appendices
Appendix A: Graphic Organizers - page 2
Appendix B: Samples - page 3
Appendix C: Rubrics - page 4
Appendix D: Resources – pages 5-19
p. 5-6 Simple Machines article
p. 7 Text Features Matching
p. 8 Text Features Scavenger Hunt
p. 9 Skateboarding to the Rescue article
p.10 Tony Hawk: Humanitarian article
p.11 “One inch Tall” poem
p.12 Sequencing strips
p.13 Newspaper template
p. 14 “Sick” poem
p.15-17 Chapter 8 Mouse and the Motorcycle
p.18 Excerpt from Chapter 9 for Summative Assessment
p.19 Summative Assessment
1
Appendix A
Name: _____________________________________ Date: ______________
Story Map
Characters:
Setting:
Beginning:
Middle:
End:
2
Hopeful
Boys that size
usually leave
wrappers.
Disappointed
Keith was bigger
than Ralph hoped
Keith left an apple
core on the table.
Joy
Mrs. Gridley threw
the apple core
away.
Despair
Ralph saw the
motorcycle.
eager, excited,
curious, and
impatient
Appendix B
Feelings Flow Chart
3
Appendix C
Informative Paragraph Rubric
Writing 2: Students write informative/explanatory texts in which they introduce a topic, use facts and definitions
to develop points, and provide a concluding statement or section.
Writing Traits
4
3
2
Ideas: Do I begin
with a topic
sentence that tells
the main idea?
I begin with a topic
sentence that
clearly tells the
main idea.
I begin with a
sentence that tells
the main idea, but it
is not clear enough.
I don’t begin with a
topic sentence that
tells the main idea.
I don’t tell a main
idea from the
selection.
Organization: Do I
use facts and details
to support the main
idea?
All of my facts and
details tell about
the main idea.
Some facts and
details tell about
the main idea.
My facts and details
don’t tell about a
main idea.
I don’t use facts and
details.
Word Choice: Do I
use exact words to
make my facts and
details clear?
I use exact words
that make my facts
and details very
clear.
I use some exact
I use a few exact
words in my facts
words in my facts
and details but need and details.
more.
I don’t use exact
words.
Voice: Do I use my
own words to give
the facts and
details?
I use my own words
in all of my facts
and details.
I use my own words
in some of my facts
and details.
I use the words
from the selection.
I list some words
but don’t use
sentences.
Conventions: Do I
indent the first line
and use marks?
I indent the first line
and use end marks.
I indent the first
line, but I forget a
few end marks.
I don’t indent the
first line, but I use
some end marks.
I don’t indent the
first line. I forget to
use end marks.
Sentence Fluency:
Do my words and
phrases flow
together as it is
read?
My sentences are
varied in structure
and length.
Some sentence
structure is varied.
The length of my
sentences is varied.
Most sentences are
simple in structure
and length.
I did not write
sentences.
4
1
Appendix D
Simple Machines
A machine is a tool that helps us with our work. All machines are made up of one or more simple
machines.
Types of Simple Machines
There are six kinds of simple machines. They are a lever, an inclined plane, a wedge, a screw, a wheel
and axle, and a pulley.
A lever is a long rod or bar. Think of a seesaw. The long board of the seesaw is
a lever. It is held steady, but it can move up and down. Spoons, shovels, and
hammers can all be used as levers. Your pencil can be used as a lever too!
An inclined plane, or ramp, is a flat surface that is at a slant. It is used to
raise and lower things. A furniture mover will use an inclined plane to put
a desk on a ramp to get it in a truck.
She is using an inclined plane to
load the boxes into the truck.
A wedge is made of two inclined planes put together. It is shaped like a triangle.
The pointy end can be used to cut or split things. Or, it can hold them in place. A
doorstop and the tip of a nail are wedges.
The tip is a wedge.
5
A screw is an inclined plane that goes around and around. There are many kinds of
screws. Most of them hold things together. Even a jar lid is a type of screw.
Wheel and axle machines help to move things. Have you ridden a bicycle? If
so, you have used a wheel and axle. A pizza cutter, a mechanical pencil
sharpener, and a doorknob also use a wheel and axle to turn.
A wheel with a groove in it can make a pulley. It has a cord that wraps
around the wheel. It is used to lift or move things. The flag at your school is
raised with a pulley.
Water is lifted from this well with a pulley.
Now that you know the six types of simple machines, you can look for them. Look at the tools you use
when you play and do work at home and at school. Most tools use one or more simple machines.
6
Text Features Matching
these are words next to a
caption
picture telling what it is
about
it calls attention to new and
bold print
important words
heading
this tells what this section
glossary
this lists important words
of the book will be about
alphabetically with their
meanings
this is a list in the back of a
index
book showing topics and
page numbers
this is a picture that has
illustration
been drawn
diagram
this is a picture that shows
photograph
this is a picture taken with
the parts of an item
a camera
7
Name: _________________________________________
Text Features Scavenger Hunt
Name of text: _______________________________________
Text Feature
Page #
What is it?
bold print
subheading
glossary
index
illustration
diagram
photograph
caption
8
How does it help you?
Skateboarding to the Rescue
Tony Hawk was born in 1968 and grew up in San Diego, California. He had a lot of energy as a
child. This caused him to get in trouble at school. He didn’t like team sports such as basketball or
baseball, but he needed an outlet for his energy. His mom called him “challenging.”
When Tony was nine years old, his brother gave him a skateboard. He had no idea how to use it.
He couldn’t even turn. But he liked it and started playing around with the skateboard.
He started improving. He began going to a skatepark near his house. He would spend hours
there learning tricks and practicing them over and over. He even began inventing his own tricks.
When Tony was eleven years old, he entered his first skateboard contest. He fell a couple times
during the contest so he didn’t place well. But he didn’t quit skating. He started practicing more. By
the next year, he was doing so well that a company sponsored him, paying for him to enter contests.
By the time Tony turned fourteen, he was ready to become a professional, or pro. He began
traveling all over the United States to compete in skateboarding contests. He soon became one of the
best skateboarders in the country, winning almost every contest he entered.
Tony continued skating as an adult, doing amazing tricks and creating new challenges for
himself. Today, he has retired from professional competitions, but still skates because he loves it. Tony
has said, “I’m pretty happy with the way things turned out. I mean, I never thought I could make a
career out of skateboarding.”
9
Tony Hawk – Humanitarian
Tony Hawk is one of the most recognizable athletes in the United States. He has won many
awards, including Make-A-Wish’s Favorite Male Athlete, Teen Choice Awards’ Choice Male Athlete
and Nickelodeon’s Kid’s Choice Awards’ Favorite Male Athlete, beating out many other sports icons.
As he began making more money than he could have ever imagined, Tony made an effort to give
to others. He created the Tony Hawk Foundation. This organization has donated over $4 million to 525
skatepark projects throughout the United States. The foundation helps build public skateparks, providing
a safe place to skate and helping young skaters build their self-confidence.
Tony Hawk’s Stand Up For Skateparks is a family-friendly event, which began in 2004 to raise
funds to build free public skateparks in low-income communities across the U.S. In the past decade, the
Tony Hawk Foundation has helped fund 537 skateparks in all 50 states. This year’s Stand Up For
Skateparks raised $860,000, including $20,000 to help complete a skatepark in Detroit, Michigan.
“Ten years ago, we started Stand Up For Skateparks in a bowling alley for an event that was
attended by a few hundred people and was mostly met with curiosity,” said Tony Hawk. “Today, I am
honored and humbled to see how the event has grown. It has become a staple for top-notch sponsors,
celebrities, and athletes who support the Foundation’s mission to provide free, quality skateparks in lowincome communities. Their support brings awareness to the need for positive outlets for kids in these
communities, and it truly makes a difference. I am beyond grateful.”
10
One Inch Tall
By Shel Silverstein
If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school.
The tear drop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door.
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You’d swing upon a spider’s thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.
You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb.
You’d run from people’s feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write‘Cause I’m just one inch tall).
11
Ralph was trapped in the wastebasket.
Ralph rode the motorcycle in the hallway all night.
The Gridley family arrived at Mountain View Inn.
After rescuing Ralph, Keith taught him how to ride the
motorcycle.
Ralph tried riding the motorcycle for the first time.
Keith brought Ralph’s family a peanut butter sandwich.
Ralph was trapped in the wastebasket.
Ralph rode the motorcycle in the hallway all night.
The Gridley family arrived at Mountain View Inn.
After rescuing Ralph, Keith taught him how to ride the
motorcycle.
Ralph tried riding the motorcycle for the first time.
Keith brought Ralph’s family a peanut butter sandwich.
12
Who:
Where:
What:
When:
Illustration:
Why:
How:
13
Sick
By Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke-My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
14
The Mouse and the Motorcycle by Beverly Cleary
Chapter 8: A Family Reunion
The next thing Ralph knew, his mother was shaking him by the shoulder. “Wake up, “she said.
“Ralph, wake up. Room service has brought us another meal.”
“Room service?” Ralph rubbed his eyes, not believing what he had heard. “Room service has
brought our dinner?”
“Yes, a real feast. A whole blueberry muffin and a chocolate-chip cookie,” said Ralph’s mother.
“Get up. We are having a family reunion.”
It all came back to Ralph. “Oh, room service,” he said, understanding at last. “You mean the
boy. Keith.”
“He is room service to me.” Ralph’s mother sounded happy and carefree.
Ralph sat up. Already his aunts and uncles and many squeaky cousins were arriving by the
secret paths in the space between the walls. It was a long time since anyone had had enough food for a
family reunion, and there was rejoicing in the mouse nest for everyone but Ralph. He was thinking of
the motorcycle he had lost and the promise he had broken. He had a dull, heavy feeling in the pit of his
stomach and he did not feel like celebrating.
“Why, there’s Ralph,” squeaked his Aunt Sissy, who thought she was better than the rest of the
family because she lived in the bridal suite where, she led her relatives to believe, riches of rice fell to
the carpet when the bride took off her hat and the groom shook out his coat. The rest of the family knew
Aunt Sissy was not as grand as she pretended to be, because very few brides and grooms came to this
hotel these days. “My, how you’ve grown.”
Ralph never knew what to say when people told him how he had grown.
“Well, well! If it isn’t Ralph!” said Uncle Lester, who had a nest inside the wall of the
housekeeper’s office where the maids dropped doughnut crumbs every morning at ten o’clock when
they had their coffee. “What’s this I hear about you riding up and down the halls on a motorcycle?”
Uncle Lester had a way of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
“My land, a motorcycle,” said old Aunt Dorothy. “Isn’t that pretty dangerous?”
“Wouldn’t mind riding one myself if I were a few years younger,” said Uncle Lester.
All the little cousins came crowding around Ralph. “Show us your motorcycle,” they squeaked.
“We want to ride it. Come on, give us a ride on your motorcycle, Ralph. Huh, Ralph? Come on, Ralph.
Please!”
15
Ralph knew he was expected to be polite to all his relatives, even the squeaky little cousins.
“Well….” Embarrassed and ashamed, he looked down at the floor. “I sort of . . . lost the motorcycle. In
a pile of sheets and pillowcases.”
“Lost the motorcycle! Oh, Ralph,” cried his mother, genuinely alarmed.
Ralph knew what she was thinking. Did this mean the end of room service? Did she have to go
back to pilfering crumbs for his brothers and sisters?
“That’s a young mouse for you,” said tactless Uncle Lester. “Can’t take care of anything.”
“If anybody asks me, I think it’s a good thing he lost it,” said Aunt Dorothy. “Riding a
motorcycle is just plain foolhardy.”
All the little cousins looked disappointed and sulky. “I don’t think he ever had a motorcycle,”
said one.
“I bet he just made it up,” said another, and the rest agreed.
Ralph felt terrible. The family reunion swirled on around him. The muffin and cookie were
divided. Cousins fought over the blueberries. Uncles, usually overweight uncles, asked for second
helpings. Everyone talked at once. The little cousins finished their dinner and went racing around the
mouse nest. The aunts and uncles raised their voices to be heard above the racket their children made.
Suddenly there came from the knothole a noise that drowned out the squeaks and squeals of
young mice at play.
“Sh-h-h!”
Not a mouse moved. They looked at one another, too terrified to speak.
“Pst! Hey, Ralph, come on out,” whispered Keith at the entrance to the mouse nest.
Ralph’s mother gave him a little shove, but no one spoke. With heavy feet Ralph walked to the
knothole, but he did not go out into room 215. “What do you want?” he asked.
“You and your family better be quiet in there or my mother will hear you. You know how she is
about mice,” Keith said. “I don’t know why people say things are as quiet as mice. You sound like a
pretty noisy bunch to me.”
Behind Ralph his relatives began to tiptoe quietly away to their own homes, leaving his mother
to do all the cleaning up. “Did you have a nice picnic?” Ralph asked, dreading what he must tell the
boy.
“Yes. We saw an old mining town with a real jail with bars on the windows.”
Keith reached into his pocket and pulled out something curved and hard and white with a rubber
band fastened to it with a piece of Scotch tape. “I brought you a present,” he said. “Come on out.”
16
Puzzled and curious, Ralph squeezed through the knothole. “What is it?” he asked. Whatever
the object was, he had never seen anything like it.
“Half a ping-pong ball I found down in the game room,” said Keith. “See, I padded the inside
with thistledown and anchored the rubber band to the top with Scotch tape.”
“What for?” Ralph still did not understand.
“A crash helmet for you.” Keith set the half ping-pong ball on Ralph’s head and slipped the
rubber band carefully around his whiskers until it rested under his chin. “There. That’s just right. You
need it big so there will be plenty of room for your ears. When you ride a motorcycle you need a crash
helmet.”
Ralph peered at Keith from under his new crash helmet, which rested lightly on his head. He
knew he looked every inch a motorcycle racer, but never in his whole life had he felt so ashamed. He
longed to crawl off into his hole and never face Keith again, but his conscience, which until now he did
not know he had, would not let him. There was nothing to do but stand there in his fine new crash
helmet and confess. “You might as well know,” he told Keith. “I lost the motorcycle.”
“Lost the motorcycle!” Keith, who had been kneeling, sat back on his heels. “But how?”
“I rode it by mistake into a pillowcase in a heap of linen on the floor, and it got dumped into the
laundry hamper,” confessed Ralph.
“You rode it into the pillowcase!” repeated Keith. “But you weren’t supposed to ride it in the
daytime. You promised.”
“I know,” agreed Ralph miserably. “I didn’t exactly mean to ride it.”
“But you did.” Keith’s voice was accusing.
“Well, you see, the maid was vacuuming under the bed and I –“ began Ralph and stopped. “Oh,
what’s the use. I rode it and I lost it and it’s probably gone to the laundry by now and I’m sorry.”
The boy and the mouse were silent. Both were thinking about the little motorcycle with its clean
lines and pair of shining chromium exhaust pipes.
“That motorcycle was my very most favorite of all my cars,” said Keith. “I saved my allowance
and bought it myself.”
Ralph hung his head in his crash helmet. There was nothing more he could say. It was a terrible
thing he had done.
“I guess I should have known you weren’t old enough to be trusted with a motorcycle,” said
Keith.
The boy could not have said anything that would hurt Ralph more.
17
Excerpt from Chapter 9
The Mouse and the Motorcycle by Beverly Cleary
“Ralph, you know what this means.” His mother managed to pull herself together to say that
much.
“It means war on mice, said Aunt Dorothy ominously.
“It means traps, poisons,” said Uncle Lester. “Who knows? This time the management might
even spend money on an exterminator. We shall have to flee. There is nothing else to do.”
“And if we flee the owls will get us,” said Ralph’s mother, causing the brothers and sisters and
cousins to set up an awful squeal. “Sh-h!” The mother mouse fluttered her paws in alarm.
“Flee?” Ralph was bewildered. “Flee and leave room service?”
Ralph knew that no matter what the others chose to do, he was not going to flee from the hotel,
not until he found out what had happened to the motorcycle. He was very sure of this and all at once he
felt calm and clearheaded as he had never felt before. He knew exactly what his family should do.
“Be quiet everybody,” Ralph ordered, standing up straight so all his relatives could see him. “I
will tell you what we are going to do.”
“See here, Ralph,” interrupted Uncle Lester. “You are pretty young to be giving orders to your
elders.”
“Now Lester,” said Aunt Dorothy. “Let’s listen to Ralph. After all, he has our food brought up
by room service. No one else in the history of the family has managed that.”
This silenced Uncle Lester and Ralph was allowed to continue. “What we should do is keep
quiet for a few days.” Here he looked down at his little cousins, who for once in their lives were not
squeaking. “I will arrange for room service to bring our meals so we won’t have to go scrabbling
around in the woodwork or scrounging around in the rooms. That way we won’t be tempted to taste any
poison food or go near any traps, and if the management doesn’t see or hear any of us for a few days,
they will forget about us. They always do.”
18
Name ______________________________________________ Date ___________________
Summative Assessment
Answer the following questions using the excerpt from Chapter 9.
1. What is Uncle Lester’s point of view?
2. How does the illustration at the top of p. 102 help us understand Uncle Lester’s point of view?
3. What is Ralph’s mother’s point of view?
4. How does the illustration at the bottom of p. 102 help us understand Ralph’s mother’s point of
view?
5. How does Ralph respond to his relatives?
19