Pre-reading Activities E4. After Miss Bean threw the eraser, how was the school different? A)Miss Bean had a new nickname. B) The other students were more friendly towards the black student C)Everyone paid more attention in Miss Beans class D) Both A) and b). Script
A) Miss Bean had a new nickname. B) The other students were more friendly towards the black student. C) Everyone paid more attention in Miss Bean’s class. D) Both A) and B). 4. After Miss Bean threw the eraser, how was the school different? A) Miss Bean had a new nickname. B) The other students were more friendly towards the black student. C) Everyone paid more attention in Miss Bean’s class. D) Both A) and B). Script Pre-reading Activities
Pre-reading Activities Miss bean was the first teacher who ever made me think for myself. She insisted on knowing what I thought about difficult questions. Was Thomas Jefferson right to buy Louisiana from France? Why? She expected me to have an opinion and to be able to back it up. Miss Bean was teaching me that thinking for yourself was the real key to education. One day, when I was not paying attention in class, Miss Bean suddenly threw an eraser at me. Incredibly, the eraser hit me right on the hand and sent my pencil flying. The whole class was shocked at first, then started laughing. This incident became famous in the school and, because it happened to me, the students wanted to get to know me. So that's the story of how Dorothy Bean made me her target, and how I became just another kid in school
When I was twelve years old, my family were the first black people to move into an all-white part of Grand Rapids, Michigan. Many of our new neighbors weren’t very welcoming. Some of the adults said angrily that we should go back where we came from. The children sometimes threw stones at me or chased me home from school. Most of my teachers simply ignored me, but not Dorothy Bean, my history teacher. Miss Bean was angry at how badly I was being treated, but she didn’t say this to me. Miss Bean showed her respect for me by teaching me just like anyone else. Instead of being ignored, I was given a chance to show that I was smart. Miss Bean was the first teacher who ever made me think for myself. She insisted on knowing what I thought about difficult questions. Was Thomas Jefferson right to buy Louisiana from France? Why? She expected me to have an opinion and to be able to back it up. Miss Bean was teaching me that thinking for yourself was the real key to education. One day, when I was not paying attention in class, Miss Bean suddenly threw an eraser at me. Incredibly, the eraser hit me right on the hand and sent my pencil flying. The whole class was shocked at first, then started laughing. This incident became famous in the school and, because it happened to me, the students wanted to get to know me. So that’s the story of how Dorothy Bean made me her target, and how I became just another kid in school. Pre-reading Activities
Part A: Language Points ° Intensive Stud Difficult sentences Key words, phrases usages Comprehension exercises
Part A: Language Points • Intensive Study ➢ Difficult sentences ➢ Key words, phrases & usages ➢ Comprehension exercises
Part A: Language Points I Became Her Target By Roger wilkins 1. My favorite teacher's name was "DeadEye "Bean. Her real name was Dorothy. She taught American history to eighth graders in a junior high school in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It was the fall of 1944 Franklin D. Roosevelt was president; American troops were battling their way across France; I was a 12-year-old black newcomer in a school that was otherwise all white. When we moved in the problem for our new neighbors was that their neighborhood had previously been all-white and they were ignorant about black people. The prevailing wisdom in the neighborhood was that we were spoiling it and that we ought to go back where we belonged. There was a lot of angry talk among the adults, but nothing much came of it
I Became Her Target By Roger Wilkins 1. My favorite teacher’s name was “Dead-Eye” Bean. Her real name was Dorothy. She taught American history to eighth graders in a junior high school in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It was the fall of 1944. Franklin D. Roosevelt was president; American troops were battling their way across France; I was a 12-year-old black newcomer in a school that was otherwise all white. When we moved in the problem for our new neighbors was that their neighborhood had previously been all-white and they were ignorant about black people. The prevailing wisdom in the neighborhood was that we were spoiling it and that we ought to go back where we belonged. There was a lot of angry talk among the adults, but nothing much came of it. Part A: Language Points
Part A: Language Points 2. But some of the kids were quite nasty during those first few weeks. They threw stones at me, chased me home when I was on foot and spat on my bike seat when I was in class. For a time, I was a pretty lonely, friendless and sometimes frightened kid 3.I now know that Dorothy Bean understood most of that and deplored it. So things began to change when I walked into her classroom. She was a pleasant-looking single woman, who looked old and wrinkled to me at the time, but who was probably about 40
2. But some of the kids were quite nasty during those first few weeks. They threw stones at me, chased me home when I was on foot and spat on my bike seat when I was in class. For a time, I was a pretty lonely, friendless and sometimes frightened kid. 3. I now know that Dorothy Bean understood most of that and deplored it. So things began to change when I walked into her classroom. She was a pleasant-looking single woman, who looked old and wrinkled to me at the time, but who was probably about 40. Part A: Language Points