Go to Wonders Log-in class ZLA2 Mrs. Kitchen's click HERE. Mrs. Kohli's class click HERE (Mrs. Kohli's class is the rubber duck, ZLA2 is 2nd grade, ZLA3 is 3rd grade)Read the list of fluency words 5 times and see if you can get faster each time.

1. Read the fluency words above 5 times and see if you improve.

2. Read Deepa's Special Day and answer questions.

3. Do 15 minutes of Lexia

4. Spelling: Read the chart of "variant vowel". Read the list and write down 1 word for each sound.

Deepa’s Special Day

Written by Uma Krishnaswami

Illustrated by Matthew Cogswell

I dream of lights and fireworks and delicious food. In just a week it will be Diwali—the festival of lights! I can’t wait!

We buy little clay lamps. The little lamps and I share a name—Deepa. Their light will invite Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth, to our house. Last year I tried to wait up late to see her, but I fell asleep. Mother told me she came anyway.

Nana and Nani, my grandparents, come to spend Diwali with us. Nani, my grandpa, tells my brother Anil and me about the very first Diwali. When the god Ram and his wife Sita came home from long years in the forest, the people lit lamps and danced for joy.

We all dress in new clothes. My long shirt has little bells for buttons. I skip through the day, visiting friends and relatives, making the bells jingle.

“Namaste!” we say, joining our hands in greeting. Sometimes Anil and I forget and say, “Hi!” instead, and Daddy frowns at us.

When we get home, aunties and uncles visit us. They bring sweets. Our smiles grow sticky with sugar.

Darkness falls. We fill our lamps with oil and light them. We look at our neighbors’ houses. They also twinkle with Diwali lights.

Now it’s time for fireworks! Anil runs inside, holding his ears. “Don’t worry,” I tell him. “I’ll help you.”

The grown-ups set off red, yellow, and green spirals that whirl and zip through the sky.

We offer Anil a sparkler. He puts his hands behind his back and shakes his head. Then he lets me hold it and wraps his hand round mine. Together we watch it sizzle until only a red glow is left. “Careful,” says my mother.

We sit and watch Diwali lamps glimmer all around us. Lights and fireworks shine in the darkness. The food and stories have made me warm and sleepy. Another Diwali has come and gone—just like a dream, only better.