What he might have felt privately is more difficult to determine, for by this time Washington had become as expert at hiding his inner thoughts from contemporaries and from posterity.

(Liberty) Bell Work

Sentence Surgery​ Read the sentence below.  Do you see any problems?  Do not rewrite the sentence.  In fact, don't even fix the sentence.  Instead, on your paper, tell the writer three things that need to be corrected. what was gorge Washingtons' frist job

Sentence Augmentation* Augment the sentence below to greatly improve it.  Record your improved sentence on your paper. He was a hard worker. ​ ​*Augment:  make (something) greater by adding to it

Word Work Using George Washington's name, create a list of words ​to fit in the categories below. ​Pay particular attention to spelling patterns. George ​(one-syllable words beginning with g) Washington ​(three-syllable words) Word Wise Define the ​following words: compass survey

On Target Write the target number in the "bull's eye". In the 20 other open sections of the target, write equations to equal the target number. Today's number is 11. For example, if the target number is 36, the student may write expressions like the examples here (right). ​6 squared 2 x 18 3 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 72/2 3 x 3 x 4

ART APPRECIATION Analyze the painting shown here.  Check out the details. What do you notice? What do you think is happening? What caused the scene in the painting? What might happen after the scene shown? What does this piece make you wonder?

FIrst Job

When George Washington was 11, his father died.  George did not pursue a college education.  Everything he learned beyond this, he learned from experience and personal study. ​When George was in his upper teens, before he was a soldier and the leader of our nation, he was a surveyor That is, he measured land and recorded his findings on paper.  You can spot some of his actual surveys on the Mount Vernon page about this topic.  You can also read about his experience on that page. Let's measure something using real tools.  Let's measure and map our classroom, our hallway, and our playground.  By the way, you can check out Washington's actual compass, used for the purpose of measuring angles while he surveyed the land.

As a boss, Lynn was not afraid to lead by example, usually outworking anyone on staff. He also was not afraid to get dirty. I watched him unclog the grease trap at the restaurant with his bare hands, and remember helping him muck the stalls in the barn. And of course, he could skin a catfish alongside the best of us.

Speaking of dirty jobs, he and I drained the half-acre pond once in order to add an aeration system to it. We wanted to put some perforated PVC pipe in the pond and attach it to an air pump in order to deliver more oxygen to the fish. With virtually no vegetation in the pond, fishermen never snagged moss or trees in the pond, but the fish had to be fed regularly. Also, no vegetation meant the fish needed a source of oxygen that plants would normally provide.

Enter: the two of us. With the sun beating down on it the exposed mud and fish poo, the pond smelled something awful. Donning our wading boots and old clothes, we stepped into the pond. I was surprised when I sank in the muddy substance past my knees. In order to maneuver in the pond, we had to balance on one foot while lifting the other leg completely out of the mud and repositioning it, sinking it once again up past the knee. This, I don’t mind telling you, was difficult, and we both had our times of losing our balance and ending up on our backs or face forward in the mud (Of course, I’m just calling it mud here, but we all knew, with a smell like that, this was so much more than mud.).

The thing that impressed me the most was that Lynn was there with me. I happily did this hapless job because of the camaraderie we had. It was the payment that I gladly paid for being able to do the parts of the job I enjoyed. Lynn wasn’t wary of climbing through that stuff, and because of that I wasn’t either. He could just as easily have delegated this job to some of the grunts on the payroll, and he could just as easily have barked orders from the shore, but that wasn’t his leadership style. Lynn remains one of my greatest mentors (and yes, the aeration system worked, though fishermen often wondered why the surface of the pond bubbled).