Mr. Camillo's Blog

The Phantom Tollbooth

Mr. Camillo — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 12:29:38 +0000

Milo is a kid…

Summer Reading Blog Post

Mr. Camillo — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 18:17:54 +0000

Post your comments about a possible summer reading choice.
Then, once you see another’s post, hit the “reply” link and comment. (See my sample with Mr. Camillo and Suzie Creamcheese.)

Post it here! Tonight’s homework…

Mr. Camillo — Mon, 06 Jun 2011 11:46:27 +0000

Enter your first name, last initial, and enter a “hello” to complete your homework for June 6th, 2011.

List your “free-choice” book title, author, and recommendation:

Mr. Camillo — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 15:28:23 +0000

Please enter information in the follow EXACT format:

“Your name”…”Title”…by “Author”…Recommended OR Not recommended

“Hi” to my new Aqua students!

Mr. Camillo — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 12:49:58 +0000

Just type your name and email address, then you can say “hi” back in the comment area!

(Note: you won’t see your comment posted until I clear it for publication.)

What do you want?

Mr. Camillo — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 14:30:08 +0000

Think of a really good persuasive essay topic—something to which you think kids would want to write.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Mr. Camillo — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 11:38:53 +0000

This is the first post for our 2008-2009 seventh graders…

Lunes

Mr. Camillo — Thu, 22 May 2008 13:33:06 +0000

today’s lunes <— click on link for lune samples to explore

Get a head-start on tomorrow’s lesson:

Mr. Camillo — Wed, 21 May 2008 15:30:10 +0000

“Peaches” poem <—— tomorrow’s lesson topic

Sonnet 18

Mr. Camillo — Tue, 20 May 2008 14:59:24 +0000

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.