Cite several pieces of textual evidence to support analysis of what the text says explicitly as well as inferences drawn from the text.
LAFS.7.RL.1.2 Determine a theme or central idea of a text and analyze its development over the course of the text; provide an objective summary of the text.
LAFS.7.RL.1.3 Analyze how particular elements of a story or drama interact (e.g., how setting shapes the characters or plot).
LAFS.7.RL.2.4 Determine the meaning of words and phrases as they are used in a text, including figurative and connotative meanings; analyze the impact of rhymes
and other repetitions of sounds (e.g., alliteration) on a specific verse or stanza of a poem or section of a story or drama.
LAFS.7.RL.2.5 Analyze how a drama’s or poem’s form or structure (e.g., soliloquy, sonnet) contributes to its meaning.
LAFS.7.RL.2.6 Analyze how an author develops and contrasts the points of view of different characters or narrators in a text.
LAFS.7.RL.3.7 Compare and contrast a written story, drama, or poem to its audio, filmed, staged, or multimedia version, analyzing the effects of techniques unique to
each medium (e.g., lighting, sound, color, or camera focus and angles in a film).
LAFS.7.RL.3.9 Compare and contrast a fictional portrayal of a time, place, or character and a historical account of the same period as a means of understanding how
authors of fiction use or alter history.
LAFS.7.RI.1.2 Determine two or more central ideas in a text and analyze their development over the course of the text; provide an objective summary of the text.
LAFS.7.RI.1.3 Analyze the interactions between individuals, events, and ideas in a text (e.g., how ideas influence individuals or events, or how individuals influence
ideas or events).
LAFS.7.RI.2.4 Determine the meaning of words and phrases as they are used in a text, including figurative, connotative, and technical meanings; analyze the impact
of a specific word choice on meaning and tone.
LAFS.7.RI.2.5 Analyze the structure an author uses to organize a text, including how the major sections contribute to the whole and to the development of the ideas.
LAFS.7.RI.2.6 Determine an author’s point of view or purpose in a text and analyze how the author distinguishes his or her position from that of others.
LAFS.7.RI.3.7 Compare and contrast a text to an audio, video, or multimedia version of the text, analyzing each medium’s portrayal of the subject (e.g., how the
delivery of a speech affects the impact of the words).
LAFS.7.RI.3.8 Trace and evaluate the argument and specific claims in a text, assessing whether the reasoning is sound and the evidence is relevant and sufficient to
support the claims.
LAFS.7.W.1.1 Write arguments to support claims with clear reasons and relevant evidence.
LAFS.7.W.1.1a Introduce claim(s), acknowledge alternate or opposing claims, and organize the reasons and evidence logically.
LAFS.7.W.1.1b Support claim(s) with logical reasoning and relevant evidence, using accurate, credible sources and demonstrating an understanding of the topic or text.
LAFS.7.W.1.1c Use words, phrases, and clauses to create cohesion clarify the relationships among claim(s), reasons, and evidence.
LAFS.7.W.1.1d Establish and maintain a formal style.
Exotic, Luscious, Amazing Lemons
by Science Kids
The lemon is native to Asia, around Northeast India, North Burma, and China.
Lemons are believed to be a hybrid between a sour orange and a citron.
The lemon is an evergreen tree, it blooms a white flower and produces fruit all year round.
Each tree can produce between 500 and 600 pounds of lemons a year.
Christopher Columbus took lemon seeds with him to the America’s in 1493, introducing the fruit there.
Lemons have a sour taste to them, this is due to the fact that lemon juice contains about 5-6% citric acid.
Lemon juice is the main ingredient of lemonade. The sour taste of the juice also makes it ideal for squeezing on fish, while slices of lemon or lemon rind are used as a garnish for many other foods and drinks.
Lemon zest (grated outer rind) is used for flavor in baking of cakes, sponges and biscuits,
puddings like lemon meringue pie, rice and other dishes.
Even the leaves of a lemon tree can be used to make tea and in the preparation of cooked meats and seafoods.
Due to its high acidic nature the juice of a lemon can be used for cleaning. Lemon halves dipped in salt or baking powder can be used to brighten up copper and clean kitchenware.
An experiment that involves attaching electrodes to a lemon can create a battery that produces electricity. Several lemon batteries can power a small digital watch.
The top 5 producers of lemons in the world each year, in no particular order, are China, India, Mexico, Argentina and Brazil.
Because lemons are high in vitamin C they can prevent the disease scurvy which was common among sailors stuck on ships for months. Even today, the British Navy requires ships to carry enough lemons so that every sailor can have one ounce of juice a day.
The demand for lemons and their scurvy-preventing abilities hit a peak in the California
Gold Rush of 1849. Malnourished miners were willing to pay a lot for a single lemon. Today,
California is still full of lemon trees as a result.
Common varieties of lemon include Meyer, Eureka, and Lisbon.
In 2003, the heaviest lemon ever grown was recorded in Kefar Zeitim, Israel. It weighed
11 lb 9.7 oz, had a circumference of 29 in, and was 13.7 in high. Guinness World Records 2013.
by Edgar Allan Poe (1849)
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;–
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love–
I and my Annabel Lee–
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:–
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we–
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:–
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea–
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Submerged, by Melissa Forney
The dog was bleeding, crumpled, and panting hard. His eyes stared at nothing, and his body trembled. One leg was obviously broken, jutting out, exposing bone.
I felt the familiar blow to my gut. I hated this, the watching of an animal in pain. I liked the healing part: surgeries, sutures, firm bandages that stabilized wounds. But this, the agony of a helpless animal, this was the price I had to pay to work in Dad’s veterinary office. He needed me, and I loved animals, but suffering came at me in daily waves. Even after hanging around for years, I never got used to the pain.
Dad’s assistant, Emma, placed the dog on the examining table as gently as if it were a newborn baby. The dog’s piercing howl filled the examining room and faded into a long, whistling whine. I gripped the edge of the table.
“Start a line. Five ccs of Meperedine.” Dad spoke in the tone he used with serious cases. Emma hung the bag of IV fluids, and I drew up the syringe. Even though I was only 14, I’d done it many times, always under Dad’s teaching eye. He talked to the dog as he inserted the needle into the IV line.
“That’s it. That’s it. You won’t hurt so bad now. Easy. Easy.”
I watched him run his hands along the dog’s body, using his fingers to determine the extent of the injuries. Occasionally, he leaned in close to look, adjusting the light and squinting. I held my breath.
Dad took off his glasses and rubbed the top of his nose. “Poor fellow. His injuries are…” He turned his hand over, palm up. He didn’t meet my eyes. My stomach dropped.
I reached to touch the dog’s ear. No one said anything. The dog panted noisily. From the front office, the phone rang. Emma left to get it.
“Dr. Coltrane, it’s Mrs. Lupo. I know you’re busy, but this morning she—”
“I’ll take it.”
Alone, I leaned in to whisper to the dog. “Hey. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.” The lump in my throat almost shut me down. I stroked his head. I had helped set broken bones, suture wounds, and scrub in on surgeries. I had assisted with difficult deliveries, given medications, and cleaned cages more times than I could remember. It was the suffering that made my heart almost stop.
Breathe. Just breathe.
He was standing in the doorway.
“Dad?” We could both hear pleading in my voice. I wanted him to try. I wanted him to put this dog back together and say he would be all right.
“We can’t save them all, Vi.”
“I know.” The lump in my throat made talking difficult. “But isn’t there something we can do?”
“He’s dying, Honey. All we can do is make sure he doesn’t suffer any more.”
We stared at each other for a long time. He didn’t get it. I tried to think of some gesture, some word that would explain to Dad how I felt. There was nothing. This beautiful animal would never again curl up with a kid reading comics. He would never lick the face of a master who had missed him during the day. He would never chase a ball in the rain.
I shuddered. My eyes stung with anger and loss.
I registered my protest by leaving through the back door and letting it slam behind me.
Late that night, Dad stopped by my room on his way to bed. “Violet?”
At first, I thought about pretending to be asleep. But, I didn’t want Dad to wake Liam, my three-year-old brother who had crawled into bed with me cradling his stuffed bear, Beanie.
“Yeah?” I used my why-are-you-bothering-me tone.
Dad found my hand on top of the covers and held it. “We can’t save them all, Vi. We try, but we just can’t. But we do save a lot of them.” He squeezed my fingers. I didn’t squeeze back. “I’m sorry,” he said.
I hated myself then. I had talked to the dog like it made a difference. He might have been a stray. Maybe he had an owner. Hit by a car. Dying when someone brought him in. Why had I petted him and whispered hope? It was all so stupid. I was stupid. Why did Dad have to come in here and stir things up again? I yanked my hand away. Everything he said was stupid. I hated Dad then.
“I know.” My anger cut like acid.
But during the night, I had a nightmare about the dog. He was bleeding and broken, and his howls were pitiful, heartbreaking, gut-wrenching. Mom was there, too, cradling the dog, crying. The sadness sucked the breath from my lungs.
The next thing I knew, Dad was shaking me awake, gathering me in his arms.
“Easy. Easy, Baby. That’s it. Just a dream.” He stroked my hair. “That’s it. Going to be okay.” He rocked me back and forth. I clung to him. I loved Dad so much.
“Dad, Mom was there. She was there. She was crying for the dog.”
Dad never stopped rocking. He whispered, “Of course she was. Of course she was. She always had the biggest heart. Of course she was.”
And the words did not sound stupid. Not one bit.
Write answers to the following questions. Write in complete sentences.
1. What things does Violet enjoy about helping at her Dad’s veterinarian clinic? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
2. What bothers Violet most about working with her dad and the animals? __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
3. What do we assume has happened to Violet’s mother? __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
4. Who has crawled into Violet’s bed sleeping with a teddy bear? _____________________________________________________________________________
5. What evidence do we have that Dad is a good father? __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________6. Why does Violet say in one part of the text that she hates her dad, and in another part of the text she says she loves her dad? __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________