Unit 7 Days and Dates
2.Listen.
3.Listen.Read.
Juan:Hey!I'm going to have a real birrthday this year.
Liu:Didn't you have a birthday last year?
Juan:Not on the date of my birth.I have a real birthday only every fourth year.
Liu:Why is that?
Juan:My birthday is on February twenty-ninty.
That date date is only in leap years.
Liu:How old are you going to be?
Juan:Twelve.But it's just my third real birthday.
Liu:So you're really going to be only three!
I'm going to be eleven on the Fourth of July.That's Independence Day.
Juan:You're lucky.
You get to celebrate your real birtday every year and with parades and fireworks!
6.Listen.Circle the correct date.
7.Listen.Play the number game.
Queen of the Calendar
Lian hung up the wateing can.She put the shovel away.
She was helping her father clean up the yard.
"I know what I am going to be one day,"she told him.
"What are you going to be ?"Father asked.
"I am going to be Queen of the Calendar,"Lina said.
"What does a Calendar Queen do?"Father asked.He gave her a rake.
"She names new holidays to celebrate,"Lina said.
"She names special holiday for every week and every month of the year."
Father smiled."What are some of them going to be?"he asked.He started to rake.
"April tenth is going to be Drop-the-Broom Day,"Lina said."No work on that date!"
"August first is going to be Lucky Messy Day,"Lina said.
"No cleaning up!Every Friday can be Fireworks Day.
And every Monday is going to be Joke Day.We can tell jokes all day.
There is not going to be any time for school on Mondays!"
"I like this!"Father said."October sixteenth can be Hug-a-Tree Day.
And July thirtieth can be BE-Nice-to-Horses Day."
Father stopped raking."What is the date today?"he asked.
"June twenty-first,"Father said.
"The first day of summer,"Father said.
"Let's celebrate!""How?"asked Lina.
"Let's make it Chocolate Ice-Cream Day,"said Father.
"I like that idea!"said Liana.So they did.
Listen and read the poem.
A New Holiday
"I've had it,"I finally said,"I'm not going to make my bed.
This holiday's new,There's nothing to do,My room can stay messy,"I said.
My jacket I left on the floor,My socks I hung on the door.
When Mom saw my room,She gave me a broom,And said,"I can't take any more!"