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Review Ethan Frome
Work on Light, Winter, Death Sonnets
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Discuss Their Eyes Were Watching God
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Discuss/Review The Stranger
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- Harvey Mackay
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Light
Racing up and down the small dark hallway
Hiding behind every safe corner
To get away from the little footsteps
That fallow closely behind with speed
Along with larger footsteps and Nerf bullets
One sneaking trying to get a good shot
Other giving away my position
The one making the smaller footsteps yells
As I try to sneak out of the bedroom
I’m hit, I’m down, lying on the cold floor
Waiting for the little one to come close
I snatch him up and use him as my guard
I hold him so his father wont shoot me
He calls a truce and I agree for now
Daddy picks hi up and tells him good game
Another game well played, next time, my turn.
Rebecca,
I really like the image of how you use the "little one" as a shield and guard, and the contrast offered by the small & large footsteps.
The bad road conditions are fun because
you can use your E-brake for drifting round
all you have to do is turn the tires to
the corner you want to take and pull the E-brake until your almost sideways then
turn the opposite way to stay straight
thats all it takes i got pretty good last year
i think that being able to control a car
that weights a ton and do it without
crashing. But you nead to keep a steady
speed so you dont slow down and stop sooner
when i do it i make sure no one is around so no one will get into an accident because of me having fun
If you are a new driver i dot think
it would be a good thing to try soon
Winter
The snow was falling fast and thick outside
The glare off of the snow blinding my eyes
The dreary landscape was making me sad
The thought of shoveling making me dread
The pain in the back and cold on the head
Up and down over and over my arms will go
Piling the snow up high in a great mound
Then all around the house shoveling deep paths
And piling the snow up against the house
To keep our pipes from freezing in the cold
After that’s done we will get up onto the roof
And push the snow off trying hard not to slip
After we are done we go to the next house
We drive out to lake armington to our camp
We then repeat what we’ve done and finish the camp
After that we go home to hot chocolate delights.
Winter
The snow was falling fast and thick outside
The glare off of the snow blinding my eyes
The dreary landscape was making me sad
The thought of shoveling making me dread
The pain in the back and cold on the head
Up and down over and over my arms will go
Piling the snow up high in a great mound
Then all around the house shoveling deep paths
And piling the snow up against the house
To keep our pipes from freezing in the cold
After that’s done we will get up onto the roof
And push the snow off trying hard not to slip
After we are done we go to the next house
We drive out to lake armington to our camp
We then repeat what we’ve done and finish the camp
After that we go home to hot chocolate delights.
I trudge quickly through the hard and thick snow
Up is the only way I can go
When I reach the top I must take a rest
Then I get up and start running my best
I feel every bump as I go down
Cold Snow is hitting my face from the ground
I put my hands up to protect my face
But I am going down with such great haste
I can’t help laughing even though I’m cold
I try to find the handles to get hold
Once I reach the bottom I keep going
Where my sled will stop I am unknowing
I lay still for a minute and just think
I look at my fingers that are bright pink
I get up and start to walk up again
On a scale of fun this would have to be a 10
Never
By: Jacob Page
The gate with the crumbly old paint from years past,
You walk through and fee a sudden loneliness,
It takes over your thoughts as your eyes begin to wander,
The headstones, crosses, stepping-stones,
Just looking makes your heart weep,
The letters create the names of the fallen,
As you look you remember few,
You stand motionless as it all starts,
Then you remember this is the end,
Your heart cry’s out for them one last time,
The memories rush to your head,
As you relive the moments, you begin to cry,
I remember his last words he spoke to me,
“Are sins ever forgiven,” I asked,
“I’ve never tried” he says,
It’d be a sin to ever forget you.
Ben,
I really like the second line when you say the light from the snow is blinding your eyes. I really hate when that happens =[
Mele,
I like the 12th line it is a great description of sledding
Becca,
I really love your poem =D Especially the 6th a 7th line they just seem work really well together.
Mele,
i really like your 12th line because it is a good description of sledding
Jake,
What a powerful amount of emotion you have managed to create in your 16 lines.... The two lines of dialogue are what really got to me.
I liked this one, its like me when me and my brother had squirt guns, my brother used to pick me up and use me as a shield. I can relate....
Ben,
it's like the winter wonderland every kid wants when hes a kid, good snow and chocolate afterword!
Jake,
I like your sonnet it has good use of emotions to keep the reader reading until the very end.
mele,
i like the way that you used rhyming in you sonnet you did a good job with finding words that would work i also like when you said that you cant help to laugh even though it is cold and how you wont know where your sled will stop i can relate to that and also you did awesome with showing what is happening. i can really see it.
jake, your sonnet was very powerful you did a great job with describtion it sounds like something that would be published
i like how you said the letters create the names of the fallen and it'd be a sin to ever forget you theses lines are strong and show amazing emotion
great sonnet very emotional
Death- Hospitals
A distinctive smell I face as I approach this place
Emotion echoing off the walls as
People are talking, crying, or even yelling
And me standing there not knowing what's wrong
The sound I hear all around reminds me of a zoo
A sense of wonder comes over me as I am here
To what could be happening or what tragedies have occurred
So many lives have been lost here
Some not even knowing the end was approaching
Suddenly curiosity takes over me
Now I have fear to what I don't even know about
And I think to myself whether this will be the last place I will go
All the families that had lost ones they once loved
It is all overwhelming, and something I hate to think about
How do people deal with this kind of thing?
It is something I never try to think about.
Rebecca,
I like how descriptive you are throughout the sonnet especially when you describe how the little one is behind you.
Ben,
I can really relate to your sonnet because I also hate the winter, and I like how you describe the landscape of snow.
Winter
By Morgan Henry
The sun shine comes up from the mountain side
Christmas is coming and soon we will slide
The air comes down from the mountain it's white
People pull close to the fire for warmth
Now snow is falling in big white soft flakes
Flakes that we catch with our tongues and we taste
We taste the cold cleaness whiteness of snow
The air smells like winter it's freash and clean
Flakes falling down and the snow piles up
we make a snowman with three huge snowballs
My hands become cold as the snowman's face
Look for the sleds and we'll have a race
Colder and colder and colder it gets
Snow freezes harder and harder like ice
ice freezing solid like clear crystal glass
The colors of winter are blue,white and cold.
Winter
In the winter there isn't much to do;
At least four times a year i go to Cannon;
I go to the chairlifts & go to the top;
I get to the top and my brother takes off;
So i take off,I am doing pretty well;
Then I fall,I eat snow and hear laughing;
Then i get back to my feet & continue;
I fall again as I tke a sharp turn;
When I fall again it's on my stomach;
I look like a penquin the way I slide;
From there I did well, fell four or five times;
When I get to the bottom its time to go;
We rented snowboards so we need to return them;
I had fun but,I need more practice;
Next time i will go on an easier trail;
Or i will use the training park next time;
Ben,
your sonnet was awesome.
the way you described how you didnt really like shoveling in the winter. you used good senses as well.
Zach,
your sonnet was good because you described how to drift and you kept it right to the point with the directions on how to do it.
To: Nick
I like the picture of the penguin that pops into my head. It's a fun and clear image!
From: Morgan
During every winter I become sick
Trapped at home under blanket mountain
Try to sleep, but window shines bright
Disgusting taste still lingering,
From medication that makes me dizzy
Nose glowing red from constant blowing
Tissues on the ground all round me
Sarah gets sick, we stay home together
Want to be at school, sick of being home
I feel like I'm quarantined in my room
Mom staying as far away as she can
I have a lot of make up work for school
Feels like I am swimming in paperwork
Snow outside my window make me feel cold
The heat clicks on and I start to warm up
Hate being sick, it happens every year
To:Taylor
This poem is one many people in the world would understand. The zoo pops up into my head as a real clear picture and feeling.
From:Morgan
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