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    make up
  • The combination of qualities that form a person's temperament
  • constitute: form or compose; "This money is my only income"; "The stone wall was the backdrop for the performance"; "These constitute my entire belonging"; "The children made up the chorus"; "This sum represents my entire income for a year"; "These few men comprise his entire army"
  • Cosmetics such as lipstick or powder applied to the face, used to enhance or alter the appearance
  • The composition or constitution of something
  • constitution: the way in which someone or something is composed
  • makeup: an event that is substituted for a previously cancelled event; "he missed the test and had to take a makeup"; "the two teams played a makeup one week later"
    words
  • language that is spoken or written; "he has a gift for words"; "she put her thoughts into words"
  • Choose and use particular words in order to say or write (something)
  • the words that are spoken; "I listened to his words very closely"
  • lyric: the text of a popular song or musical-comedy number; "his compositions always started with the lyrics"; "he wrote both words and music"; "the song uses colloquial language"
make up your own words - Rory's Story
Rory's Story Cubes
Rory's Story Cubes
Gamewright Rory's Story Cubes
There are infinite ways to play with Rory's Story Cubes. You can play solitaire or with others. Here are some suggested uses: Party game or ice-breaker, Literacy development, Speaking and listening skills, Creative inspiration, Mental workout, Problem solving. Rory's Story Cubes is a pocket-sized creative story generator, providing hours of imaginative play for all ages. With Rory's Story Cubes, anyone can become a great storyteller and there are no wrong answers. Simply roll the cubes and let the pictures spark your imagination.

Features:
Rory's Story Cubes is a pocket-sized creative story generator, providing hours of imaginative play for all ages
1 or more players
Reinforces artistic expression
Ages 8 and up
Playing time: 15 minutes

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They didn’t read this at her funeral. They didn’t tell anyone the truth. Her parents thought it was a drunk driver. The police told them the bodies were too mangled to be seen. Because no one knows what really happened. And all they knew were lies. I found this in her journal. I found it at the scene. I buried it in her grave. Secrets are not meant to be shared. Torture does not need to live. But I keep a copy in my heart. The one wrapped around my neck. I read it twice a day. It reminds me of her heart. The lovely soul that once helped hold mine. So I write to your, dear strangers; dear friends. The story of how she died. The most beautiful girl I’ve known. __________________________________ November 26, 2009 I had been excited for tonight. I really was. Ryan and I were going to our favorite restaurant. The one he told me he loved me at. It was a lovely, little Greek place with painted walls right near the college down town. He said he had a surprise for me. Something special. Something beautiful. But I can never tell anyone what really happened. I would betray him. I would betray us. No one would understand what I went through that night. No one would understand how I could still love him after that. My sister dropped me off right downtown, right in front of the restaurant. She squeezed my hand and told me to be safe and tell Ryan she said “Hello.” I smiled. All I could do was smile. I walked into the restaurant; the owner smiled too. He always did. “I think I saw Ryan go out back with a friend right before you got here.” Or something of the sort. It’s all a blur now. I went behind the restaurant. In the alleyway. It was getting dark. I was scared. And I knew immediately something was wrong. I should have known forever before and I will hate myself forever for not being able to see it all. I saw him and his friend, Kyle standing behind the brick. Way behind the restaurant, in the back of the parking lot, at the end of the alleyway. Ryan yelled my name. My heart skipped a beat. And not in a good way. He ran up to me and kissed me straight on the mouth. Really hard. I tried to pull away. I could feel him biting my mouth, and I tried to scream but I just heard him laugh. He slid his hand around my neck and dug his fingernails into my skin. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me harder than I thought was possible. I could feel his nails draw blood and Kyle snickering behind us. I started smacking Ryan’s chest with all the strength I could muster, trying to do anything to get him to let me go. When he finally did, I could taste alcohol on my mouth from his tongue. I wanted to yell, I truly did, but I just couldn’t. Whether I didn’t have enough energy or whether I was afraid or whether I just loved him too much to be angry I have no idea. I grabbed Ryan’s arm though. And I dug my nails in just like he had done in my neck. “Have you been drinking?” He just laughed at me. “Ryan!” I exclaimed. I sounded like a mom. “What’s going on with you?” (but it sounded more like “Why are you doing this? Don’t you know you’re going to break my heart?” and “Never touch me like that again or I’m going to punch you and call the police, I swear” in my mind.) “Ellie, have you met Kyle?” “Yes, I have. Ryan, why are you drunk?” There I went sounding like a mom again. I could feel my face getting read: I was about to lose it. Then Kyle grabbed me around my waist from behind. I started yelling. I can’t remember all the words; I can’t remember exactly what I said. I could feel his nasty hands feeling my stomach; I thought I was going to get sick. I wish I would have. I screamed Ryan’s name over and over again until Kyle tried to thrust a bottle of gin in my mouth. All of a sudden I heard something hard clash against Kyle’s face and he released his grip on me. I fell to the ground and I could suddenly feel the blood Ryan had drawn trickling down my neck. I started to cry. Harder than I have ever cried in my entire life. Harder than I know I will ever cry. I pulled my knees up to my head and bawled. I gasped for air because I couldn’t get any. Tears ran down my face in torrents as I coughed and groped the ground for something solid to hold on to. All of a sudden I felt someone’s arms around me. They pulled me of the ground and into their chest. They hugged me for what seemed like an eternity. They smelled like alcohol and dirt but I didn’t care because I knew exactly who it was. After they let me go, they put one arm under my knees and one arm around my waist and lifted my feet of the pavement. From my spot in their arms I could see Kyle passed out on the ground - blood dripping down his face and his arm bent out of shape. They carried me to the front of the restaurant and to the parking lot. I was still crying and they were still drunk but I felt whole. Ryan set me down in the passenger seat of his car and got in the drivers seat and we pulled out of the place I will hate forever. He laced his fingers through mi
Build Your Own Religion - 2003 by Anthony Padgett
Build Your Own Religion - 2003 by Anthony Padgett
2003-5 Postmodern Religious Art Rituals Build Your Own Religion 2003-4 CARDBOARD PLACE OF WORSHIP In this performance people in Leicester at “Seen 04” I invited the audience to build an interreligious structure out of cardboard and then put on clothing in preparation for an interreligious disco dance (birdie song meets different prayer forms). People are then invited to do a GOD? shout, where they all shout out together what the word means to them, whether good or bad. Images of the performance are from Leicester and Peckham but I dont have any of the dancing yet. The performance was also at Peckham Square in London (top right) and at the Association of Teachers of Religious Education near Glasgow 2005. B’Y’O’R’ PLAYSET A boxed set of a collection of religious figures and buildings. The Christian, Hindu, Buddhist, Tribal, etc etc figures are cut in 2 and can be combined in different ways as can the buildings. They can also be put onto scalextric cars and have races. This is the original pic and mix religious playset. First exhibited in the Quaker Gallery, London, March 2003. This was the beginning of the development of “Divinityland” Interreligious DSS Art Flat 2003-4 WORLD CENTRE OF CONTEMPORARY RELIGIOUS ART - The Launch of Morecambe as a tourist destination for the 21st century. Artists were invited to come and stay in Morecambe at Padgett’s live in gallery-studio-study-centre-monastery-type-thing. All they needed to do was to give a call to arrange a date for pilgrimage/holiday. They would help furnish the flat with art, craft, furniture, videos, books, food etc on a theme of contemporary religious dialogue - sacred and secular. Images below are from the opening party on 30 December 2003. There was belly dancing, poetry from John Hindle, a biscuit man pilgrimage to religious sites and the interreligious disco dance. The traditional catchment area for Morecambe was Bradford and surrounding areas. These places have a large mixed race population so this new initiative of artist Anthony Padgett welcomes people of all faiths. For fun in the sun that also creates world peace. Anthony invites artists from all faith communities to stay at his DSS flat and transform it into a public interreligious centre. Beauty surrounds and health abounds is the motto of Morecambe and nothing can be more beautiful than bringing together people of peace in such a world class setting. INTERRELIGIOUS ART FLAT WALLPAPER 2004 Wallpaper from the travelling interreligious art flat - exhibited at Tullie House Gallery, Carlisle. Starting from the rainbow swastika is Hindu, Zoroastrian, Jewish, Shinto, Jain, Buddist, Daoist, Orthodox Christian, Muslim, Sikh, Protestant Christian, Wiccan, Bahai and finally nuclear power. Interreligious Races 2004-5 Races were held in Slupsk (Poland), Schindler's Factory (Poland), at Liverpool Biennial 04 and a commemorative painting was made of a race behind the Midland Hotel (Morecambe). In Slupsk and Krakow (as part of the Castle of Imagination Live Art Festival 2004) Buddha, Jesus, a Rabbi, Krishna, Mohammed and a Witch raced. The winning divinity was prayed to. The Witch won both races. In Slupsk the racing vehicles were tied to a candle phallus on Padgett’s head and he charged around a central plinth. The winning deity was placed on a plinth and prayed to as the candle was lit. In Krakow members of the Divinities were cardboard cut-outs fixed to chairs which members of the audience pulled in across the factory floor. "Divinityland Races" 2004 -Acrylic on canvas 60 x 120cm Racovian Sawing Trick 2004 In Bielsko-Biala, Poland 2004 Padgett annointed himself with water filling an upturned statue of Jesus Christ whilst he put on Jewish pants (IN NOMINE PATRE - in the name of the Father), Christian Robes (ET FILIUS - and of the Son), Muslim Hijab (ET SPIRITUS SANCTI - and of the Holy Spirit). He sawed the statue in half. Then placed each part of clothing with a body part of Christ and with a vessel containing water that had filled the statue. “IN NOMINE PATRE, ET FILIUS, ET SPIRITUS SANCTI. AMEN.” This performance in Bielsko-Biala, Poland, related to the 17th century Racovian Heresy. The Unitarian doctrine that Christ is just a man. As opposed to the Trinitarian view that God, the Holy Spirit and Christ are one. Trinitarians persecuted Unitarians (eg of the Racovians in Poland and Unitarians who fled to the USA) and Monotheistic religions (Judaism, Islam and Christianity) remain divided still. The statue of Jesus took its place on top of a racing car. Interreligious Gameshow & Cabaret 2004-5 Have a flyer. Welcome to Divintyland in Tullie House Gallery, Carlisle. Contestants undressed mannikins in religious clothing then combined them in their own styles. Contestants were judged by the audience on their fashion and also on how well they did the Interreligious Disco Dance. RELIGION CABARET Performed at Magnet Bar as part of Liverpool Biennial, funded by the aFo

make up your own words
make up your own words
Words, Words, Words: Teaching Vocabulary in Grades 4-12
Do you spend hours creating word lists and weekly vocabulary tests only to find that your students have "forgotten" the words by the following week? Janet Allen and her students were frustrated with the same problem. Words, Words, Words describes the research that changed the way she and many other teachers teach vocabulary. It offers educators practical, research-based solutions for helping students fall into new language, learn new words, and begin to use those words in their speaking and writing lives.
This book offers teachers detailed strategy lessons in the following areas:
activating and building background word knowledge;
making word learning meaningful and lasting;
building concept knowledge;
using word and structural analysis to create meaning;
using context as a text support;
making reading the heart of vocabulary instruction.
Words, Words, Words provides educators with a strong research base, detailed classroom-based lessons, and graphic organizers to support the strategy lessons. At a time when teachers are struggling to meet content standards in reading across the curriculum, this book offers some practical solutions for meeting those standards in ways that are meaningful and lasting.

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