Today you presented you Taming of the Shrew Lesson. I enjoyed the bitter sweet irony of again being a student. We will finish the last one first thing Monday before lunch.
I also passed out Measure for Measure. We will go over the list of characters Monday and do Act 1 together in costume. Looking forward to having fun with the one.... :-)
Friday, January 8, 2010
Brit Lit:
I will have your poetry test back this Monday.
Today in class we began 1984. We examined the landscape and setting in this futuristic world.
I also alluded to room 101- a room used by the government as punishment where you are confronted by your greatest fear. What would be in your room 101?
We have an aggressive schedule for the next 10 days. Please keep up with the reading, and as always, end with greatness.....
Today in class we began 1984. We examined the landscape and setting in this futuristic world.
I also alluded to room 101- a room used by the government as punishment where you are confronted by your greatest fear. What would be in your room 101?
We have an aggressive schedule for the next 10 days. Please keep up with the reading, and as always, end with greatness.....
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Brit Lit:
Today in class we had our test on poetry. Please see me soon if you were absent to schedule a time to take the make-up.
I passed out our last novel, which was voted on by both A and B block. Here is your reading schedule and vocab for the novel:
Quiz 1 pp. 1-43 Due Jan 8
Quiz 2 pp. 43-87 Due Jan 11
Quiz 3 pp. 88-122 Due Jan 12
Quiz 4 pp. 122-166 Due Jan 13
Quiz 5 pp. 167-197 Due Jan 14
Quiz 6 pp. 198-245 Due Jan 18
Vocabulary:
p. 5 varicose ulcer
p. 9 frowsy
p. 12 nebulous
p. 12 span (spanner)
p. 14 parody
p. 14 specious
p. 34 pneumatic
p. 39 proletariat
p. 43 queue
p. 43 philology
p. 57 furtive
p. 65 sinecure
p. 66 protuberant
p. 86 lassitude
p. 91 fatuous
p. 98 bluebell
p. 99 etiolate
p. 114 gratuitous
p. 123 febrile
p. 139 demur
p. 144 persiflage
p. 159 spurious
p. 162 execrate
p. 164 ruminant
I passed out our last novel, which was voted on by both A and B block. Here is your reading schedule and vocab for the novel:
Quiz 1 pp. 1-43 Due Jan 8
Quiz 2 pp. 43-87 Due Jan 11
Quiz 3 pp. 88-122 Due Jan 12
Quiz 4 pp. 122-166 Due Jan 13
Quiz 5 pp. 167-197 Due Jan 14
Quiz 6 pp. 198-245 Due Jan 18
Vocabulary:
p. 5 varicose ulcer
p. 9 frowsy
p. 12 nebulous
p. 12 span (spanner)
p. 14 parody
p. 14 specious
p. 34 pneumatic
p. 39 proletariat
p. 43 queue
p. 43 philology
p. 57 furtive
p. 65 sinecure
p. 66 protuberant
p. 86 lassitude
p. 91 fatuous
p. 98 bluebell
p. 99 etiolate
p. 114 gratuitous
p. 123 febrile
p. 139 demur
p. 144 persiflage
p. 159 spurious
p. 162 execrate
p. 164 ruminant
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A Block Pass the poem...
Education shuts the open eye
Makes all the kids just want to get h*+% (removed by Mr. C)
Some of them no longer even try
You feel like all you can do is cry
And some even feel that they need to die
Some people feel like they can only quit
But the dont always use their wit
All some can do is try their best
Try to pass, try to finish their call work before the bell
Good grades is what everyone expects from you
Getthing good grades is not always the answer
Several stuttering subjects sink into one
Crazy class which passes by in a blink of a blind eye
Cooly carresses cand in class
Time tick tocks away
As the big and hairy hidge always finds a way
To make class longer and slower
Class slugs by
My eyes hybernate in deep sleep
The boy is a fat pig with a cake on his face
The boy acts like a pig while he rolls in mud
The bullies are osex in their heads
But really they're weasels in the school yard
To real people school is a joke, open your mind reach for your horizon
Intelligence is not just a thing you learn in the school
But an understanding of yourself and others
Makes all the kids just want to get h*+% (removed by Mr. C)
Some of them no longer even try
You feel like all you can do is cry
And some even feel that they need to die
Some people feel like they can only quit
But the dont always use their wit
All some can do is try their best
Try to pass, try to finish their call work before the bell
Good grades is what everyone expects from you
Getthing good grades is not always the answer
Several stuttering subjects sink into one
Crazy class which passes by in a blink of a blind eye
Cooly carresses cand in class
Time tick tocks away
As the big and hairy hidge always finds a way
To make class longer and slower
Class slugs by
My eyes hybernate in deep sleep
The boy is a fat pig with a cake on his face
The boy acts like a pig while he rolls in mud
The bullies are osex in their heads
But really they're weasels in the school yard
To real people school is a joke, open your mind reach for your horizon
Intelligence is not just a thing you learn in the school
But an understanding of yourself and others
Monday, January 4, 2010
World of Shakespeare:
Today we began The Taming of the Shrew. Please review act One and expect a quiz first thing Tuesday. What did you think of Katherine? Does she have any redeeming traits?
For those of you that did not pass in your Sonnet papers, please make sure that you either pass it in late tomorrow, or email it to me as an attachment BY 3:30 today. You loose 10 points for each day that it is late.
For those of you that did not pass in your Sonnet papers, please make sure that you either pass it in late tomorrow, or email it to me as an attachment BY 3:30 today. You loose 10 points for each day that it is late.
Welcome Back!
Brit Lit:
Today we looked at the poetry of Shelley; specifically reading Ode to a West Wind on Pg. 714-717.
We discussed imagery and symbolism and how they are used in the poem. I asked you to take a mental pulse as how you feel right now, and then list 5 symbolic representations of that feeling.
For each symbol I assigned you to write 1 stanza. The end result was a poem modeled after Shelley's example.
Please finish for HW.
Tomorrow we will begin to wrap up our poetry unit and begin to review for the test on Wed.
Today we looked at the poetry of Shelley; specifically reading Ode to a West Wind on Pg. 714-717.
We discussed imagery and symbolism and how they are used in the poem. I asked you to take a mental pulse as how you feel right now, and then list 5 symbolic representations of that feeling.
For each symbol I assigned you to write 1 stanza. The end result was a poem modeled after Shelley's example.
Please finish for HW.
Tomorrow we will begin to wrap up our poetry unit and begin to review for the test on Wed.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
See You in the 10's...
Wishing you all a safe and restful holiday/vacation break. See you in the new decade....
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Think:
O Me! O Life!
O ME O life!...of the questions of these recurring: Of the endless trains of the faithless-- of cities fill'd with the foolish;.... What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here-- that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
O ME O life!...of the questions of these recurring: Of the endless trains of the faithless-- of cities fill'd with the foolish;.... What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here-- that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Think:
"THE DEAD POET'S SOCIETY"
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
- Dead Poet's Society
**********
O Captain! My Captain!
1
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; >From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
- Dead Poet's Society
**********
O Captain! My Captain!
1
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; >From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
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