Soda-Lightful

One of the activities I do with my 6th graders as an ice-breaker/get acquainted exercise is called Soda-Lightful.  It is a line drawing of an ice cream soda.  Each part of the soda has information for the student to fill in about themselves.  Then they may color the soda in to add a bit more originality.  Too cute.  As always, reading the answers is a journey.  Journey with me, OK? (the spellings and grammar are faithfully recorded ‘as is’)

 

In the fluffy whipped cream on top it says “I’m soda-lightful because:”

And the angels answered as follows:

            I’m nice and sweet

            Of my grades and talent

            I like to have fun and I don’t care what people say about me

            I’m pretty and smart

            I’m nice beautiful sexy and like twinkies

            I like twins

            I am a nice person and get good grades

            I got an A in language arts

            I am very kind

            I whaching tv in my house

            I’m nice sweat and funny

            I’m pretty smart and I’m in advance classes

            I like music and math

            I don’t talk back to my teachers

           

On the soda glass it says “It’s clear to see that I am:”

And the darlings replied:

            Very respcful and thoughtful

            At least 5 feet tall

            Have brown hair and eyes

            Have layered hair

            Good at sports

            a quiet person

funny

            Remember my mom come for Puerto Rico

strang

            Scolgigy weird

            Cuban

            sweet and Asian

            wite

           

Ice cream dripping down the side says “I could just melt when:”

And my babies said:

            I get new clothes

            I see a new car or a cute boy

            I see somebody hot

            Lamborgani

<P class=MsoNormal>            A 1967 Shelby

            I see my dream car

            I meet a cute nice guy

            I see girls

            I see cool games

            My mom kiss me

            I see a hot chick

            I see scary movies

            I see hot instruments

            I see a playboy movie

            I see my best friends

           

There are 3 scoops of ice cream in the glass.

Scoop One: “I scream when:”

            I see my brother

            When I get fosterated

            I am real mad at someone

            I see a spider or cocorer

            I am scared

            I get madd

            My brother takes my shoes away

            I see an alligator on the loose

            My mom or me buy music instruments or strawberry ice cream

            I get hit in the nuts

            I just want to have fun

           

Scoop Two: “I’m cold to people who:”

            Don’t lisen to the teacher and who don’t respect me

            Are mean to me and talk about me

            Gets on my last nerve

            Talk about people behind their backs

            Are migets

            Are mean   

            Are tellers

            Bully everybody

            Who mess with my family

            Talk about my friend in a bad way

            Act like crazy

            I dislike but I never.  I never been cold to nobody

            Thinks that they are corceided

           

Scoop Three:  “The latest s

coop about me is:”

            I made five new friends

            There is a boy that likes me

            I get good grades and I made the A team in Step

            I got a new cell phone

            I drink out of the toilet

            I am the state champ in sparring at karate (this is a girl!!)

            I got a new dog and game

            I play on the team basketball

            That I am Vietnamese not Chinese or other cultures

            I am intelligent and I wand to learn English

            I reked on my dirt bike

           

And finally, on the straw, it says “The last straw is:”

            When someone tuches me on my face

            When someone tries to prove me wrong

            When I got dumped

            When you don’t quit bugging me

            That I ate macaroni and cheese

            When I tick off

            When my dog licks me in the face

            When my teacher tell me to sing the log when I don’t even do anything.

 

And there you have it – a journey through a little cross section of the 6th grade.  Do you remember YOUR 6th grade year?