Standing up to Sheena

played alone

Sheena wantsswing

stood upto her

Topic: Tell about a time when you showed courage.

Sit on your hands and think for one minute before you do your map.

Tell Me More…Give 3 tell-me-mores for each box

didn’t know anyone

played on swing

lonely at recess

Told me get off

Called me names

Threatened me

stopped swing

said wasn’t finished

called her bluff

Put your 3 BEST ideas on a flow map in the order you want to talk about them.

played alone

Sheena wants the swing stood up

played alone

Sheena wants the swing stood up

“Who-did what-when?”

One day at fifth grade recess, I gathered the courage to stand up for myself.

didn’t know anyone

played on swing

lonely at recess

Told me get off

Called me names

Threatened me

stopped swing

said wasn’t finished

called her bluff

played alone

Sheena wants the swing stood up

“Where and why?”

One day at fifth grade recess, I gathered the courage to stand up for myself. The school bully, Sheena, had been picking on me, and I’d finally had enough.

Think-aloud: 2 inch voice

didn’t know anyone

played on swing

lonely at recess

Told me get off

Called me names

Threatened me

stopped swing

said wasn’t finished

called her bluff

played alone

Sheena wants the swing stood up

Transition words

One day at fifth grade recess, I gathered the courage to stand up for myself. The school bully, Sheena, had been picking on me, and I’d finally had enough.

When the recess bellrang

Not two minutesafter I claimed my swing

When I had finallyreached my bully limit

didn’t know anyone

played on swing

lonely at recess

Told me get off

Called me names

Threatened me

stopped swing

said wasn’t finished

called her bluff

played alone

Sheena wants the swing stood up

Closing: Thought, reflection or feeling (2 sentences)

One day at fifth grade recess, I gathered the courage to stand up for myself. The school bully, Sheena, had been picking on me, and I’d finally had enough.

Even though it seemed like a simple thing to do when it was all over, standing up to Sheena took quite a bit of courage. I felt like I walked a little taller on that playground from that moment on.

When the recess bellrang

Not two minutesafter I claimed my swing

When I had finallyreached my bully limit

didn’t know anyone

played on swing

lonely at recess

Told me get off

Called me names

Threatened me

stopped swing

said wasn’t finished

called her bluff

played alone

Sheena wants the swing stood up

Orally rehearse your map with a classmate. Let your classmate hold your map and check it while

you tell your story.

Checker: Make sure you listen CAREFULLY to the story. If your partner tells you something that isn’t on the map, have them go back and

add it.

Then you are ready to take your story off the map!

One day at fifth grade recess, I gathered the courage to stand up for myself. The school bully, Sheena, had been picking on me, and I’d finally had enough.

One day at fifth grade recess, I gathered the courage to stand up for myself. The school bully, Sheena, had been picking on me, and I’d finally had enough.

When the recess bell rang on that Friday afternoon, and all the kids darted past me to meet their friends and play, I --the new kid--ventured out all alone. I had only started Northdale Elementary a week ago, and I hadn’t yet made any friends of my own. Because of this, recess was a very lonely time of day for me. So that I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb, I headed over to the swings, a one-person activity.

One day at fifth grade recess, I gathered the courage to stand up for myself. The school bully, Sheena, had been picking on me, and I’d finally had enough.

When the recess bell rang on that Friday afternoon, and all the kids darted past me to meet their friends and play, I --the new kid--ventured out all alone. I had only started Northdale Elementary a week ago, and I hadn’t yet made any friends of my own. Because of this, recess was a very lonely time of day for me. So that I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb, I headed over to the swings, a one-person activity.

Not two minutes after I claimed the last available swing, Sheena, also known as “Sheenie the Meanie” strutted towards me shouting that the swing I was on belonged to her. When I politely pointed out that the swing didn’t have her name on it, she became even more argumentative. She began to call me names like “carrot top” and “mophead.” She even threatened to push me off if I didn’t get up in the next two seconds.

One day at fifth grade recess, I gathered the courage to stand up for myself. The school bully, Sheena, had been picking on me, and I’d finally had enough.

When the recess bell rang on that Friday afternoon, and all the kids darted past me to meet their friends and play, I --the new kid--ventured out all alone. I had only started Northdale Elementary a week ago, and I hadn’t yet made any friends of my own. Because of this, recess was a very lonely time of day for me. So that I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb, I headed over to the swings, a one-person activity.

Not two minutes after I claimed the last available swing, Sheena, also known as “Sheenie the Meanie” strutted towards me shouting that the swing I was on belonged to her. When I politely pointed out that the swing didn’t have her name on it, she became even more argumentative. She began to call me names like “carrot top” and “mophead.” She even threatened to push me off if I didn’t get up in the next two seconds.

When I finally reached my bully limit for the day, I decided to stand up for myself. As I brought the swing to a stop, Sheena began to grin from ear to ear. She thought I was giving in to her bullying ways. I wasn’t. Instead, I said in a firm voice, “I’m not finished. You can have it when I’m done.” To my surprise, she simply shrugged her shoulders and claimed that swinging was for kindergartners anyway. I called her bluff, and it worked!

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One day at fifth grade recess, I gathered the courage to stand up for myself. The school bully, Sheena, had been picking on me, and I’d finally had enough.

When the recess bell rang on that Friday afternoon, and all the kids darted past me to meet their friends and play, I --the new kid--ventured out all alone. I had only started Northdale Elementary a week ago, and I hadn’t yet made any friends of my own. Because of this, recess was a very lonely time of day for me. So that I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb, I headed over to the swings, a one-person activity.

Not two minutes after I claimed the last available swing, Sheena, also known as “Sheenie the Meanie” strutted towards me shouting that the swing I was on belonged to her. When I politely pointed out that the swing didn’t have her name on it, she became even more argumentative. She began to call me names like “carrot top” and “mophead.” She even threatened to push me off if I didn’t get up in the next two seconds.

When I finally reached my bully limit for the day, I decided to stand up for myself. As I brought the swing to a stop, Sheena began to grin from ear to ear. She thought I was giving in to her bullying ways. I wasn’t. Instead, I said in a firm voice, “I’m not finished. You can have it when I’m done.” To my surprise, she simply shrugged her shoulders and claimed that swinging was for kindergartners anyway. I called her bluff, and it worked!

Even though it seemed like a simple thing to do when it was all over, standing up to Sheena took quite a bit of courage. And, it was after that moment that I seemed to walk a little taller on the fifth grade playground.