Humanities class

Eric teaches a Humanities class that blends studies in social studies (history, geography, civics & culture) and language arts (writing, grammar, vocabulary, and reading). The general focus of the course is on the origins of civilization and the movement from individual to community. Students study prehistory and ancient civilizations through fiction and non-fiction readings about people from many cultural backgrounds. In-context instruction in grammar, writing, reading and critical thinking skills complement our thematic studies.​

Cake Excavation

As a part of of our exploration of archaeology and history as topics of study, students excavate a three-layer cake that represent three strata, and time periods, of earth's history. As students unearth artifacts and fossils in the cake, they practice making the detailed observations and inferences required of an archaeologist and write a creative story that describes a single piece of land over time.

Job Advertisement

Students write and construct a job advertisement for a position as an archaeologist.

A Cave Painter's Compendium

Students construct A Cave Painter's Compendium literature project in tandem with our reading of Boy of the Painted Cave and our study of the Stone Age. As students read, they write detailed, sequential steps for the various processes of cave art described in the novel and compile these complex processes into a cookbook for parietal art.

A Goldsmith's Guide

Students construct A Goldsmith's Guide literature project in tandem with our reading of The Golden Goblet and our study of Ancient Egypt. As students read, they write detailed, sequential steps for the various processes of goldsmithing described in the novel and compile these complex processes into a cookbook for the art of goldwork.

A Potter's Vase

Students construct a literature project in tandem with our reading of A Single Shard and our study of Ancient China. As students read, they write detailed, sequential steps for the various processes of pottery described in the novel and compile these complex processes onto shards of a prunus vase.

Scribe School: Mesopotamia

Students try their hand as a Mesopotamian scribe by creating a clay tablet, etching a cuneiform message, and then deciphering the codes written by classmates. 

Scribe School: Egypt

Students try their hand as a Egyptian scribe by creating a sheet of papyrus, writing a hieroglyph message, and deciphering the codes written by classmates. 

Poetry

As part of our exploration of the Stone Age, we read the poem The Cave Boy by Laura Richards. By studying her poem, students learn structural elements of poetry, including stanzas, repetition, meter, and rhyme. Then, boys learn how to rhyme effectively by first brainstorming and then writing their own poem modeled after The Cave Boy.

The Chess Piece

The Chess Piece

I dreamed I was a chess piece

Bought from the local store

I was a clean little white knight

To checkmate I was for

I jumped over black pieces

I made their king take flight

When I was once a chess piece

A beautiful white night

I dreamed I was a chess piece

Bought from the local store

I was a clean little white knight

To checkmate I was for

I jumped over black pieces

I made their king take flight

When I was once a chess piece

A beautiful white night


I dreamed I was a chess piece

My adversaries bad

With a strategic royal fork

I made the black queen mad

I played extremely tactical

I wasn't scared to fight

When I was once a chess piece

A beautiful white night


I dreamed I was a chess piece

And won every game

One day an opponent was good

Results were not the same

I was not used to losing

But right there, was checkmate

At least my winning streak was good

I won eighty games straight


- Hansen, a 5th grade student

I dreamed I was a chess piece

My adversaries bad

With a strategic royal fork

I made the black queen mad

I played extremely tactical

I wasn't scared to fight

When I was once a chess piece

A beautiful white night

I dreamed I was a chess piece

And won every game

One day an opponent was good

Results were not the same

I was not used to losing

But right there, was checkmate

At least my winning streak was good

I won eighty games straight

- Hansen, a 5th grade student

The Mascot

The Mascot

I dreamed I was a mascot

My goal is to have fun

A clown, a king, a horse, a hawk

Known by everyone

I was a clumsy lion

Fans thought me quite a fool

When I was once a mascot

At the local school

I dreamed I was a chess piece

Bought from the local store

I was a clean little white knight

To checkmate I was for

I jumped over black pieces

I made their king take flight

When I was once a chess piece

A beautiful white night


I dreamed I was a chess piece

My adversaries bad

With a strategic royal fork

I made the black queen mad

I played extremely tactical

I wasn't scared to fight

When I was once a chess piece

A beautiful white night


I dreamed I was a chess piece

And won every game

One day an opponent was good

Results were not the same

I was not used to losing

But right there, was checkmate

At least my winning streak was good

I won eighty games straight


- Hansen, a 5th grade student

I dreamed I was a mascot

Down at the B.K.

Jack-In-The-Box, Taco Bell

Have the meal your way

Buccee's, Spongebob, a Seahawk

And of course Ronald

When I was once a mascot

Down at the McDonald's

But now I am not as loved

We mascots don't get paid

Went from a legendary clown

Unheard of nowadays

Dashed out on the football field

I howled, jumped, and ran

I was once a peppy mascot

Inside I'm an old man

- Blake, a 5th grade student

The Tiger

The Tiger

I dreamed I was a tiger

My fangs were sabre-toothed

I lived in a rainforest

I ate an antlered moose

I really wanted a pack

I had a mane and claws

When I was once a tiger

I killed with my paws

I dreamed I was a chess piece

Bought from the local store

I was a clean little white knight

To checkmate I was for

I jumped over black pieces

I made their king take flight

When I was once a chess piece

A beautiful white night


I dreamed I was a chess piece

My adversaries bad

With a strategic royal fork

I made the black queen mad

I played extremely tactical

I wasn't scared to fight

When I was once a chess piece

A beautiful white night


I dreamed I was a chess piece

And won every game

One day an opponent was good

Results were not the same

I was not used to losing

But right there, was checkmate

At least my winning streak was good

I won eighty games straight


- Hansen, a 5th grade student

I dreamed I was a tiger

I smelled so clean and fresh

I hunted, ran, slept, and ate

I even ate prey's flesh

I love my precious little cub

I hunt at a fast pace

When I was once a tiger

I had a whiskered face

I dreamed I was a tiger

I'm old. I hunt no more

My fur is full of twigs and mud

My temperament's a bore

My cubs lick my old dirty fur

I sleep in an oak tree

When I was an old tiger

My coat was filled with fleas

- Robbie, a 5th grade student

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