Number Bursts
2D Number Burst Project
Directions
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Paper & Setup
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Use one sheet of 8.5 x 11 paper.
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Write your name in the center of the paper.
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Draw a significant shape around your name (not just a circle—make it meaningful to you).
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The Burst
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From your center shape, draw 8 segments radiating outward, like rays of the sun.
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Each segment will feature:
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An important number in your life.
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A short, written explanation of why that number matters.
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A small illustration (drawing, symbol, or design) that helps explain the number.
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Creativity Options
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Basic Version: A neat, colorful, flat design on paper.
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Fancy Version: A more creative, 3-dimensional piece of art that still includes 10 important numbers, each explained and illustrated.
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3D Number Burst Project
Directions
1. Structure
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Create a three-dimensional piece of art (any materials you choose) that displays your name at the center and radiates outward.
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Include 8 important numbers in your design.
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Each number must have a caption explaining its significance, along with an accompanying illustration or symbol.
2. Creativity & Craftsmanship
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Design should be original, sturdy, and visually interesting from multiple angles.
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Incorporate patterns, borders, textures, and other details to make the project look complete.
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Show evidence of planning and thoughtful construction.
3. Visibility & Neatness
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Numbers should be bold, legible, and visible from a distance.
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Captions must be readable and clearly attached to each number.
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Use consistent coloring, clean lines, and careful assembly.
Eleven (Abridged) — Sandra Cisneros
What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re
eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three,
and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven,
but you don’t. You open your eyes and it’s the same as yesterday, only it’s today. And you are
— underneath the year that makes you eleven — still ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and
six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or the rings inside a tree trunk or like my
little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being
eleven years old is.
You don’t feel eleven. Not right away. Sometimes you might say something stupid, and that’s
the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe you need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re
scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. Or maybe some days you want to hug yourself
tight and that’s the part of you that’s three.
And maybe one day when you’re all grown up you’ll need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s
okay. Because the way you are eleven years old is also the way you are all the ages you ever
were.
Today I am eleven. But today I wish I wasn’t. Because Mrs. Price has made me put on the red
sweater that isn’t mine, the one that smells like cottage cheese, and everyone is staring. And I
feel small, smaller than eleven, smaller even than ten or nine. I feel like I’m only three, and I
want to disappear.
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