Period 1 (shortened due to marching practice):
Vocabulary quiz
Book selection - Ch. 1 due on Monday
Period 2:
Vocabulary quiz
Literature Circles
Finish Hamlet
Watch The Simpsons' Hamlet
Period 3:
Our Town & Chinese food!!!
Period 5:
Publish or Perish
Anthology workshop
Thought for the day...
To have great poets, there must be great audiences, too.
—Walt Whitman
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This is an excerpt from my Anthology story.
Five days later…
Today I woke up early, so that I could cook all day. I figured that if I had food cooking all day, then when my husband and brother come through the kitchen door they could sit right down and eat until their full.
It’s going on noon and my son comes walking through the door, with his shoulders slumped and a sad look on his face.
“Mommy, when do you think they’ll show up?”
“I don’t know sweetie. All I know is that they should be here at some point today.”
“Ooooaky. Its just… I hope they show before I have to go to bed.”
“Caleb, because today is so special for us, I was thinking that we could stay up late. Would that be good?”
“Yeah? Thanks mommy!”
“Alright sweetie, sit down and help yourself to some food.”
“Okay, I love you mommy.”
“I love you to sweetie.”
After Caleb was seated, he seemed more joyous. I couldn’t tell if it was because I reassured him about his father and uncle or if he was happy to be able to get something into his tinny belly.
Yeah here's an edit to one of my poems that I've been working on
Hey you,
Why does your blood run cold?
When you see the truth
Behind the cruel, cruel world
And all its evil flowers in bloom
Hey you,
Why are you happy?
To see the lies
To think this world is in harmony
And all its waters are gentle
Hey you,
Why are you too normal?
See only lies instead of the truth
See the waters that feed the evil flowers
You are like all the rest
Making me sick with every breath you take
Hey you,
Why do you act like everyone else I met?
Only able to see events that make you glee
Now all you get is
A shot to the head
Hey you,
Maybe in the afterlife you shall see why you are dead
Able to see the meanings in my lines instead
Of seeing all of the manipulated signs
However time deemed you to late
Hey You,
Why are there two flowers?
Colored Violent Red, and darkened blue
Was I quick to judge you?
Was I always this quick?
Hey You,
I was wrong there is no mistake now
The gentle water feeding the evil flowers
Was all a lie inside my mind
For some of those flowers bloomed into beauty
Maybe there is still good blossoming in the world
A Day at the Fair
It began at a fair.
The wind was blowing through my hair,
But I didn’t care.
In my hand I held a pear.
Then my friend told me a dare.
The dare was to throw the pear
At the caged bear
That was over there.
So I threw the pear.
It hit the bear.
What happened next with you, I will share.
What happened next is I got kicked out of the fair.
The Pit
The crowd is violent
They are thrashing from the tunes
The pit is immense.
The whistle blew as the ball collided with the rim. The crowd erupted with cheers as the black and white striped official hustled to the scorer's table signaling a foul on the visiting team and two shots. The game was tied and I was sent to the line only after missing a lay-up. Our fans hooted and hollered while the opposing team's fan jousted words with the official.
Dylan, you described a mosh pit very well in so few words. Good job.
My Hometown!
......Dirty brown ancient trees hang over the green grass on the common. Grey and green mold covering their every inch. About ten yards to the right is our gazebo, and boy what a sight to see. With curses and insults carved into the dark brown wood. It was painted dark brown so the kids who played on the common were not able to read the profanity. But the curses were carved at least a half an inch deep, so the dark paint wasn't going to cut it.
The "C" Word
By Sarah
"Leah." I went numb at the thought of what I had just heard. Is this really happening? To me, my family? I wanted to die to get rid of the pain I was feeling at that particular moment, but I knew escaping this problem was not an option. Escaping alone was no longer an option for me anymore, and I knew it. I just to face it. "Leah, say something." My dad just looked at me stare blankly into the air as if I were looking at something mysterious. I wish I was able to understand why this was happening, but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't.
Sunset
By: Katie Hilliard
The cold, subtle breeze brushes over me,
As I ponder on the tall mountain peak.
The light breeze against my skin, I feel free.
The beauty of this site; I can barely speak.
The glare that glistens and reaches my eye,
The sun that I see, it gladdens all of me.
I sit here and listen to the birds cry.
Green tree's and blue skies is all that I see.
The sun slowly sinks behind the tall trees.
Mixtures of colors flow throughout the skies.
Colors as yellow as the bumble bee's,
Soaking the moment, I won't close my eyes.
I just sit here looking at this sunset,
I sit here, and haven't even moved yet.
Crash! I blacked out.
A few hours later I woke up to a steady beeping noise coming from the lest side of the bed. I couldn't feel anything except for this massive pain, like somebody put all their weight on my shin and kneecap. The pain extended from mid thigh all the way down to my ankle. I looked down and my right leg was consumed in this giant white cast covering most of my leg. I moaned as I realized I couldn't participate in track for the rest of the season.
Philip, I like your repetition of sounds, but I would have liked it more if there was only one of each word.
this is one of the poems i'm using in the anthology. for the record, the title means "rose red". it's german.
Rozenrot
White rose,
Blossom pure white,
A clean glow on this tainted world,
Blood drips onto your petals,
Staining them red,
Rose red
White rose,
Innocence of the snow,
Pool of blood at your feet
Drink it up, stain your petals red,
Once white rose
White rose, fade away,
Someday you will wither
White rose, bloom again,
Rise from your own ashes.
Katie:
I love the description in your story. I could see everything that was going on.
I liked how you used pretty words like immense, Dylan. Your poem is immense. Thrashing is also very cool. Your poem shows great rhythm and nice beat dude.
This is my Anthology piece.
Shi no Hana (pronounced “She no Hana” which means flower of death)
She was a flower of death.
Hair like dark blue silk that twisted and turned in the wind.
The wind was a voice in the forest.
The forest was quiet, all but the wind, whispering.
Suddenly the wind changed and blew her hair away from her face.
There was nothing in those eyes; they were just empty.
The emptiness reflected the true anger building up inside.
Vermillion eyes glared into the forest with fiery intensity
For the emptiness was short lived.
The hidden anger was now in plain sight.
Her mouth was slightly open as a snarl ripped through her throat.
She quickly whipped her hand behind her back and gripped the handle
Of her harvesting blade.
She spun around and trailed her scythe along the ground.
She then raised it above her head and swung it downward.
The scythe sung with a pure note as it sliced through the air
It struck a tree with lucid force.
So much force, that the brown, rough bark of the tree sprayed all over the place.
On the dark, green grass covering the ground.
On the front of her white, flowing gown.
She wish, wished with ghastly intensity that it were his body.
The slash was long and deep.
Carved into the tree was her hatred, her rage.
Her deep, red eyes were fixed on that mark in the tree.
Her work was deadly and precise. She was lethally beautiful.
She was a flower of death
Katie, I absolutely love your description of Warren. It is so great
Nice Dylan, short, sweet, entertaining and too the point
i miss you! can't you see that? i miss those long walks on the beach we took, sitting together at lunch, going to your house, holding your hand on the way to class, watching T.V. together, listening to music together, the conversations we had on the park bench, most of all i miss looking at your face. your face had love, excitement, joy, and all kinds of happiness when you looked at me. now when you look at me your face just shows a blank stair with hate, anger, sadness and frustration. Will you please take me back? i'll change this time. i will stop my bad ways and be nicer. i promise. so will you.
Austin, I could picture the basketball hoop and the ball hitting the rim. It built up a lot of anticipation. I would like to know more of what is going to happen and if the character makes the foul shots.
Rain rain go away
It began to pour rain as I was walking home. I never liked walking in the rain, because I have a fear of being shocked, and it's not unheard of so I started to run. I went faster, and faster as the rain poured down on me as the rain poured down on me, and the rain felt like a cool sweat running down my hair making it slowly towards my shirt. I looked up as I heard the thunderous clap, and I then looked across the street seeing a tree being knocked down by a strand of electricity. I knew at that moment if I didn't make it home I would be the electricity's next victim, because the electricity moved quick.
Katie B,
I loved how you described your hometown a little differently than the last time. I also liked how you said that coloring the the wood would not cut it.
Great job!
~Sarah
Kim,
Good job with the opening paragraph, I like how you said "kitchen door they could sit right down and eat until their full" but I think that you could use some more detail so that we can picture it more. Also I want to know more!
Philip, I like your poem it's really creative.
Katie Hilliard,
I like how your poem describes emotion. It is very nice. I love the imagery presented in your poem.
Austin, you put a lot of description in your story. i could see everything clearly. good job.
Sarah:
I love it!! I'm hooked. Please finish it because I want to know what the "C" word is.
Katie H,
I can see your person looking into the sunset, very good description in your poem.
Katie B, I really like how descriptive you are. I can really picture how your hometown looks.
i like the story and the conflict thats in it! i want to now where the husband and brother are. good job!
Justin, I like you poem a lot. I love how it started off really dark and then it ended with not being as bad.
Brenna, nice poem. I love the paragraph "White rose,
Blossom pure white,
A clean glow on this tainted world,
Blood drips onto your petals,
Staining them red,
Rose red" It has a really nice ring to it.
Sarah, I would like to know more about the story, and how it happened.
Alicia, i like yours a lot, it describes akara very well, nice and detailed. also, i liked Sarah's. it wasn't too clear exactly what was going on, but that makes a nice sense of mystery.
Philip I think that you should come up with a better rhyme scheme, instead of rhyming every line. But, other then that nice job. I like how you added humor too it. It really made the whole poem. Nice job!
i like your story and your use of vocab. good job!
---Austin
Alicia, I liked the imagery your poem. Also I liked how you told a story with your words. The line that stood out to me the most was, "Vermillion eyes glared into the forest with fiery intensity." Good job!
My Anthology Work
1)The definition of a liar: a person who tells a false statement/statements deliberately presented as true. My name is Jason York, and i am a liar. I lie to make money, I lie to keep from going to prison, I lie to keep my identity a mystery, and well, i like to lie.
My story begins in Los Angeles, California, and it ends where i want it to.
2)Deep darkened places creep here inside these woods. The down poor of rain laid a thick layer of moisture and fog rising from the plant life and the forest ground. The forest was layered with ferns and all kinds of vegatation never seen before. The nature rose up until my knee's were unseen and hidden. I couldn't see the sky from here, and I was deadly afraid. It was as if the woodland was alive, searching, looking for me.
3)Sweat dews trickling down the nape of my neck, just sitting there. It's very uncomfortable. What had i just awakened from? An unstoppable piece of work, my mind, it still hurts me often. Why did it keep reminding me, why? I'm hurting so much, and my stomach feels empty; I am scared. My eyes are sore and raw from the tears that were being absorbed it my comforter and pillow. It hurts me all the time now, it doesn't seem to stop; ever. He won;t leave me, his face, so unforgettable. The beauty being reflected in my mind.
I have two poems!
Lethal Glance by Lauren Simano
Day after day,
Night after night,
I suffer and burn in my seventh circle.
Will I be stuck here forever?
I believe I will
Because I can’t bring myself to move.
You were my sun,
But I still clawed out my eyes
And left myself blind.
You will not shine on me again,
And I am trapped in this unfriendly cold,
This impenetrable darkness.
You won’t come back,
And I’ve had too many chances.
I allowed my hope slowly creep up and warm me,
And with one lethal glance,
I found myself with a hole in my heart,
One more hole to fill in vain.
I cannot be whole again
When my other half shuns me.
And so I will wander around lost,
And pathetic, rejected, and incomplete.
Confession by Lauren Simano
People always say you don’t know a good thing
Until it’s gone.
I knew I had a good thing,
And I let it go anyway.
I convinced myself to let go
Because I believed that because I loved him,
If I let him go,
He would come back,
Because we were meant to be.
He hasn’t come back,
And I can’t make myself accept the fact
That perhaps we weren’t meant to be after all.
I believed we were part of some magic,
But now that he’s gone,
I can’t believe in magic anymore.
I should tell him how I feel,
But I don’t have the heart to tell him
Because he’s long gone now,
And I’m just standing still,
Looking into the distance,
Praying for the impossible.
Austin, I like the last line, how you said the opposing team’s fans were jousting words with the official. This gives the impression that the words are not nice at all. I thought this was an interesting way to show us that the other team’s fans were shouting at the official.
Jacob, I love the first two sentences! “I miss you! Can’t you see that?” I can relate to them because they are usually found in my internal dialogue. I like how your character is reflecting on the parts of their relationship with another person, because I can also relate to that—I do it too. The line, “Will you please take me back?”, really speaks to me, because it’s like you took it straight from my mind. Your piece captures the pain that I feel sometimes.
Katie B.
I like this excerpt. Did you add more detail? It seems like you managed to add more description to this part of your story about the gazebo in your hometown. Nice job!
Katie B.
I like this excerpt. Did you add more detail? It seems like you managed to add more description to this part of your story about the gazebo in your hometown. Nice job!
Sarah, I like this. This piece just grabbed my attention and drew me in. I am hooked. I want to know what the character looks like and allthe details about her problem. Please continue this!
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