Ninja Nouns and Line-Leader Prepositions

Parts of speech are now included in our reading each day. The Barracuda will read one of his Learn-to-Readers and then pick one of the books which is significantly easier. In this way he doesn't have to think about the reading the words, just which parts of speech they are. However, as he begins to get stuck I start to ask him questions to lead him to the answer. "What is the word 'brown' describing in this sentence?" "In this sentence, what is the dinosaur doing?" "Who or what is jumping in this sentence?" Sometimes it is a complete sentence, sometimes it is a phrase within the sentence, but in either case it is much harder for him to discern. This micro-level of comprehension is something he is not used to and, once again, difficult is frustrating. With difficult subjects there is a fine line from The Barracuda between reluctance and desire to learn more. Crayons have helped immensely (colors are very important right now!) in that he gets to underline the various parts of speech in a color of his choosing. If there is coloring going on, he will usually continue.

We began by going through to find the nouns, verbs, and adjectives. This seemed to me like plenty to take on. Once again, The Barracuda has reminded me this is his education and not mine. He had other ideas.

Inevitably, he will pick a word such as "and" or "through" and then want to know what it is called. Not to begrudge a reasonable question, I have explained conjunctions (to bewildered looks), prepositions (to enthusiastic examples), and pronouns (to extreme amusement). The Barracuda has completely fallen in love with this idea of pronouns. They are sneaky, ninja nouns. They are transformer nouns who get to put on disguises and change characters. They are ultimately much cooler nouns that just your common or proper noun. So, now we find pronouns as well. Currently, pronouns get to be the same color as regular nouns because my insistence. However, as his handle of language gets better they will most likely become purple, the most coveted color in the entire color wheel. Prepositions are a second favorite part of speech. They are bossy; they tell all the other parts of speech where to go. They are the leaders in all of the Follow-the Leader sentence games. If one had to be a part of speech, and could not be a pronoun, a preposition would definitely be the next best thing! Currently, prepositions always get to be purple!

I'm quite impressed with his ability to assimilate knowledge and retain it. He can now pick most nouns out faster than I can underline them. His definition is down cold. He can definite a noun in his sleep. Application of said definition is sometimes a bit sketchier. Difficult words, most frequently, are nouns before they are the right answer. Nouns are apparently very prolific in our language encompassing such words as "could", "when", "and", and "once." Any word we haven't underlined yet appears to be safely considered a noun until otherwise noted. However, as soon as I rule out a word as a noun, he quickly can explain why it didn't make any sense for "brown" to be a noun, thus designating it an adjective.

He also has gotten quite good at complimenting his own use of language. "This marker is completely useless!" he will say. Quickly followed by a surprised, "Useless...that was a good adjective I just used." From the other room I swiftly stifle my laughter.

Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

My favorite of all the pictures the Barracuda had drawn for his poems is Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams. Something about the chickens just makes me smile over and over. This is the simplest of all the poems we have found for the Barracuda to work with, but it has some of the largest depth of meaning. He doesn't quiet get all of it yet, but is toying with creating his own "So much depends upon..."

Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams



So much depends upon...
a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain water

beside the white chickens.

The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Working with and memorizing classical poetry is something which we started with the Barracuda quite awhile ago. Finding rhyme schemes, discussing the imagery, listening to the different language were all things we have done with each poem. We felt that by exposing him to different types of writing might better help him to understand not only the world around him, but give him a different perspective to view it. He has really liked it. He will find the similies now and create some of our own. We are beginning to work with metaphor and the idea of writing styles of different authors. His favorite of all the poems we have done is

The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

The Chronicles of Narnia has been quite a hit with The Barracuda. It was a long shot. Usually favorite books up to this point have had some kind of talking animals. To the Barracuda's defense, he has mainly only been exposed to books with talking animals except for Tom Sawyer which was an abysmal failure (Mom's love for the boy in the book did not win out over "talking funny.")

It took about five days for us to read all of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Talking about the book as a whole, finding the important parts, figuring out what to draw the pictures of took another 2 days. Each picture was discussed as if it were a paragraph of an essay. He had to tell me the characters, setting, and main points, then provide a transition statement to the next picture. I helped a bit with fixing all the pronouns. At first there were many 'theys','its','theres', but after a question or two he was able to get the idea of a personal narrative and the captions went much smoother. As for the pictures, he had to decide what to draw, the order to put them in, and then what "distinguishing features" each person/creature would have.

So without further ado, here is The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe according to The Barracuda.

"In the empty room at the Professor's house the kids go into the wardrobe and they find Narnia. They see the lamp post and meet a Faun who becomes captured by the White Witch. They decide to find Mr. Tumnus and help him. A beaver leads them through the woods to his house."

"The kids ate dinner with the Beaver's. Edmund sneaks away to the Witch's castle to tell her Aslan is coming. The Beavers and the kids set off to find Aslan and meet him at the Stone Table."


"Along the way to the Stone Table they meet Santa. Santa gives them presents for the battle. He gives Peter a sword and shield. He gives Susan a horn and arrows. He gives Lucy healing potion. Now they can survive the battle. Santa coming means it is Christmas and the Witch is losing her power. Aslan has come and the Queen (Witch) is losing. She makes it Winter, but never Christmas." This was the Barracuda's favorite part! Although he couldn't decide if he would rather have arrows or a sword, he definitely wanted the shield.

"By the time they reach the Stone Table it is Spring. The Witch comes to talk to Aslan. He wants to keep Edmund since he was a traitor. Aslan trades his own life for Edmund and the Witch tries to kill Aslan. He comes back to life and the Stone Table breaks in two pieces. Susan and Lucy are happy and play. Aslan and the girls go free the Witches statues and Mr. Tumnus."


"Aslan, the kids, and freed statues fight the White Witch and all the monsters at the Stone Table for control over Narnia. The kids win and the Witch dies." This was the Barracuda's favorite picture to draw. If you notice all the kids have their various presents.

"The kids are now adults and Kings and Queens of Narnia. They are riding in the woods. They see the light post and go to explore. They wind up going back through the wardrobe and come out in the same room with their old clothes on." The Barracuda was less fascinated by the fact their age changed back to children. He was completely fixated on their clothes changing. Apparently the changing of clothing is much more magical than the losing of a decade in age.


For Father's day the Barracuda drew pictures and wrote the stanzas for "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. It is his father's favorite poem. We framed it and it hangs in his dad's classroom. (Jules teaches high school English.) This is one of my favorite books, we might frame these and hang them in the hallway at home.