Division med negative tal
Lav regnestykket på billedet
Lav en regnehistorie til et af stykkerne i boksen
Regn stykkerne. I må gerne bruge lommeregner
Lav en regel, der forklarer, hvordan mna kan dividere, hvis det ene tal er negativt.
Regn stykkerne i boksen (10 minutter)
Opgave 4 og 5 på side 155
tirsdag den 26. november 2013
mandag den 25. november 2013
The Gruffalo part five
They
walked and walked till the Gruffalo said,
"I hear a hiss in the leaves ahead."
"It's Snake," said the mouse. "Why, Snake, hello!"
Snake took one look at the Gruffalo.
"Oh crumbs!" he said, "Goodbye, little mouse!"
And off he slid to his logpile house.
"You see?" said the mouse. "I told you so."
"Amazing!" said the Gruffalo.
They walked some more till the Gruffalo said,
"I hear a hoot in the trees ahead."
"It's Owl," said the mouse. "Why, Owl, hello!"
Owl took one look at the Gruffalo.
"Oh dear!" he said, "Goodbye, little mouse!"
And off he flew to his treetop house.
"You see?" said the mouse. "I told you so."
"Astounding!" said the Gruffalo.
They walked some more till the Gruffalo said,
"I can hear feet on the path ahead."
"It's Fox," said the mouse. "Why, Fox, hello!"
Fox took one look at the Gruffalo.
"Oh help!" he said, "Goodbye, little mouse!"
And off he ran to his underground house.
"Well, Gruffalo," said the mouse. "You see?
Everyone is afraid of me!
But now my tummy's beginning to rumble.
My favourite food is – gruffalo crumble!"
"Gruffalo crumble!" the Gruffalo said,
And quick as the wind he turned and fled.
All was quiet in the deep dark wood.
The mouse found a nut and the nut was good.
"I hear a hiss in the leaves ahead."
"It's Snake," said the mouse. "Why, Snake, hello!"
Snake took one look at the Gruffalo.
"Oh crumbs!" he said, "Goodbye, little mouse!"
And off he slid to his logpile house.
"You see?" said the mouse. "I told you so."
"Amazing!" said the Gruffalo.
They walked some more till the Gruffalo said,
"I hear a hoot in the trees ahead."
"It's Owl," said the mouse. "Why, Owl, hello!"
Owl took one look at the Gruffalo.
"Oh dear!" he said, "Goodbye, little mouse!"
And off he flew to his treetop house.
"You see?" said the mouse. "I told you so."
"Astounding!" said the Gruffalo.
They walked some more till the Gruffalo said,
"I can hear feet on the path ahead."
"It's Fox," said the mouse. "Why, Fox, hello!"
Fox took one look at the Gruffalo.
"Oh help!" he said, "Goodbye, little mouse!"
And off he ran to his underground house.
"Well, Gruffalo," said the mouse. "You see?
Everyone is afraid of me!
But now my tummy's beginning to rumble.
My favourite food is – gruffalo crumble!"
"Gruffalo crumble!" the Gruffalo said,
And quick as the wind he turned and fled.
All was quiet in the deep dark wood.
The mouse found a nut and the nut was good.
søndag den 24. november 2013
Matematik Mandag d. 25-11-2013
Hvem vælger det mindste tal?
5 minutter på stykkerne i boksen
Skriv en regnehistorie, som passer til et af stykkerne
Side 61 som kopiark
s. 155 opgave 1+2+3
5 minutter på stykkerne i boksen
Skriv en regnehistorie, som passer til et af stykkerne
Side 61 som kopiark
s. 155 opgave 1+2+3
fredag den 22. november 2013
Matematik fredag 22-11-2013
15 minutter med gangestykker på matematikfessor
Math-rap - genopfriskning af plus/minus samt introduktion af gange/dividere med negative tal.
Side 152:
Kort gennemgang på tavlen
Regn 4 stykker alene
4 stykker på tavlen
15 minutter på stykkerne i boksen
Skriv en regnehistorie, som passer til et af stykkerne
Side 61 som kopiark
Math-rap - genopfriskning af plus/minus samt introduktion af gange/dividere med negative tal.
Side 152:
Kort gennemgang på tavlen
Regn 4 stykker alene
4 stykker på tavlen
15 minutter på stykkerne i boksen
Skriv en regnehistorie, som passer til et af stykkerne
Side 61 som kopiark
torsdag den 21. november 2013
What does your room look like?
Part one:
Information gap
Text 1: starts at 1:01:03
Text 2: starts at 0:58:38
2 different texts
By yourself:
Find information in the text.
You do not need to understand all the words in the text. You will practice your ability to skim a text and to search for the information you need.
Take notes and prepare what to tell your partner about the room described in your text.
In pairs:
Describe the rooms you have read about to each other in English
Part two:
Write a dialogue between two characters where they describe their rooms and/or homes to each other.
-What does it look like?
- What does it mean to the characters to have a room?
- Is it a nice place to live?
Use information and vocabulary from:
The exercise where you drew each other's rooms.
The pictures from "Where Children Sleep".
The description of Ron's and Harry's rooms, you have read.
"Our House" by Madness
The description of "The Burrow":
Imagination
The internet
Part three:
Make a film where you use the dialogue you have written.
The film should be 2-4 minutes long.
You may use pictures and music as well as your dialogue.
Part four:
Show your film to the class.
Your group will give feedback two of the other films and get feedback from two groups in the form of two wishes and a star.
That means you find two good things to say about the film and one thing that could be even better.
Information gap
Text 1: starts at 1:01:03
Text 2: starts at 0:58:38
2 different texts
By yourself:
Find information in the text.
You do not need to understand all the words in the text. You will practice your ability to skim a text and to search for the information you need.
Take notes and prepare what to tell your partner about the room described in your text.
In pairs:
Describe the rooms you have read about to each other in English
Part two:
Write a dialogue between two characters where they describe their rooms and/or homes to each other.
-What does it look like?
- What does it mean to the characters to have a room?
- Is it a nice place to live?
Use information and vocabulary from:
The exercise where you drew each other's rooms.
The pictures from "Where Children Sleep".
The description of Ron's and Harry's rooms, you have read.
"Our House" by Madness
The description of "The Burrow":
Imagination
The internet
Part three:
Make a film where you use the dialogue you have written.
The film should be 2-4 minutes long.
You may use pictures and music as well as your dialogue.
Part four:
Show your film to the class.
Your group will give feedback two of the other films and get feedback from two groups in the form of two wishes and a star.
That means you find two good things to say about the film and one thing that could be even better.
The Burrow
“That’s the main road,” said George, peering down through the windshield. “We’ll be there in
ten minutes… Just as well, it’s getting light…”
A faint pinkish glow was visible along the horizon to the east.
Fred brought the car lower, and Harry saw a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees.
“We’re a little way outside the village,” said George. “Ottery St. Catchpole.”
Lower and lower went the flying car. The edge of a brilliant red sun was now gleaming through
the trees.
“Touchdown!” said Fred as, with a slight bump, they hit the ground. They had landed next to a
tumbledown garage in a small yard, and Harry looked out for the first time at Ron’s house.
It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here
and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by
magic (which Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on
top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW.
Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown
chickens were pecking their way around the yard.
“It’s not much,” said Ron.
“It’s wonderful,” said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.
They got out of the car.
“Now, we’ll go upstairs really quietly,” said Fred, “and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast
Then, Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, ‘Mum, look who turned up in the night!’ and
“That’s the main road,” said George, peering down through the windshield. “We’ll be there in
ten minutes… Just as well, it’s getting light…”
A faint pinkish glow was visible along the horizon to the east.
Fred brought the car lower, and Harry saw a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees.
“We’re a little way outside the village,” said George. “Ottery St. Catchpole.”
Lower and lower went the flying car. The edge of a brilliant red sun was now gleaming through
the trees.
“Touchdown!” said Fred as, with a slight bump, they hit the ground. They had landed next to a
tumbledown garage in a small yard, and Harry looked out for the first time at Ron’s house.
It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here
and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by
magic (which Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on
top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW.
Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown
chickens were pecking their way around the yard.
“It’s not much,” said Ron.
“It’s wonderful,” said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.
They got out of the car.
“Now, we’ll go upstairs really quietly,” said Fred, “and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast
Then, Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, ‘Mum, look who turned up in the night!’ and ...
Harry's room - Ron's room
Harry:
The Dursleys’ house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for
visitors (usually Uncle Vernon’s sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley
kept all the toys and things that wouldn’t fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip
upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. He sat down on the bed
and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old video camera was
lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbor’s dog;
in the corner was Dudley’s first-ever television set, which he’d put his foot through when his
favorite program had been canceled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot
that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all
bent because Dudley had sat on it. Other shelves were full of books. They were the only things in
the room that looked as though they’d never been touched.
From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother, “I don’t want him in there… I
need that room… make him get out…”
Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday he’d have given anything to be up here.
Today he’d rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without it.
Ron:
They climbed two more flights until they reached a door with peeling paint and a small plaque
on it, saying RONALD’S ROOM.
Harry stepped in, his head almost touching the sloping ceiling, and blinked. It was like walking
into a furnace: Nearly everything in Ron’s room seemed to be a violent shade of orange: the
bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling. Then Harry realized that Ron had covered nearly every
inch of the shabby wallpaper with posters of the same seven witches and wizards, all wearing
bright orange robes, carrying broomsticks, and waving energetically.
“Your Quidditch team?” said Harry.
“The Chudley Cannons,” said Ron, pointing at the orange bedspread, which was emblazoned
with two giant black C’s and a speeding cannonball. “Ninth in the league.”
Ron’s school spellbooks were stacked untidily in a corner, next to a pile of comics that all
seemed to feature The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. Ron’s magic wand was
lying on top of a fish tank full of frog spawn on the windowsill, next to his fat gray rat, Scabbers,
who was snoozing in a patch of sun.
Harry stepped over a pack of Self-Shuffling playing cards on the floor and looked out of the tiny
window. In the field far below he could see a gang of gnomes sneaking one by one back through
the Weasleys’ hedge. Then he turned to look at Ron, who was watching him almost nervously, as
though waiting for his opinion.
“It’s a bit small,” said Ron quickly. “Not like that room you had with the Muggles. And I’m right
underneath the ghoul in the attic; he’s always banging on the pipes and groaning…”
But Harry, grinning widely, said, “This is the best house I’ve ever been in.”
Ron’s ears went pink.
The Dursleys’ house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for
visitors (usually Uncle Vernon’s sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley
kept all the toys and things that wouldn’t fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip
upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. He sat down on the bed
and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old video camera was
lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbor’s dog;
in the corner was Dudley’s first-ever television set, which he’d put his foot through when his
favorite program had been canceled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot
that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all
bent because Dudley had sat on it. Other shelves were full of books. They were the only things in
the room that looked as though they’d never been touched.
From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother, “I don’t want him in there… I
need that room… make him get out…”
Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday he’d have given anything to be up here.
Today he’d rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without it.
Ron:
They climbed two more flights until they reached a door with peeling paint and a small plaque
on it, saying RONALD’S ROOM.
Harry stepped in, his head almost touching the sloping ceiling, and blinked. It was like walking
into a furnace: Nearly everything in Ron’s room seemed to be a violent shade of orange: the
bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling. Then Harry realized that Ron had covered nearly every
inch of the shabby wallpaper with posters of the same seven witches and wizards, all wearing
bright orange robes, carrying broomsticks, and waving energetically.
“Your Quidditch team?” said Harry.
“The Chudley Cannons,” said Ron, pointing at the orange bedspread, which was emblazoned
with two giant black C’s and a speeding cannonball. “Ninth in the league.”
Ron’s school spellbooks were stacked untidily in a corner, next to a pile of comics that all
seemed to feature The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. Ron’s magic wand was
lying on top of a fish tank full of frog spawn on the windowsill, next to his fat gray rat, Scabbers,
who was snoozing in a patch of sun.
Harry stepped over a pack of Self-Shuffling playing cards on the floor and looked out of the tiny
window. In the field far below he could see a gang of gnomes sneaking one by one back through
the Weasleys’ hedge. Then he turned to look at Ron, who was watching him almost nervously, as
though waiting for his opinion.
“It’s a bit small,” said Ron quickly. “Not like that room you had with the Muggles. And I’m right
underneath the ghoul in the attic; he’s always banging on the pipes and groaning…”
But Harry, grinning widely, said, “This is the best house I’ve ever been in.”
Ron’s ears went pink.
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