Sunday, February 07, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Monday, January 04, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2009
Romanticism Notes: APeees
People to Know
William Wordsworth
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Percy Shelley
John Keats
William Blake
George Gordon, Lord Byron
John Constable
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Mary Shelley
Concepts to Know
mutability
the quest for immortality
nature imagery
the paradox
spirituality
connections: landscape to sky; art to immortality
lyric poetry
the Gothic novel
romanticism and revolution
Specific Works for Reference
“The World is Too Much With Us”
“Tintern Abbey”
“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
“Kubla Khan”
“Ode to a Nightingale”
“When I Have Fears”
“Ode on a Grecian Urn”
“On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer”
“Ozymandias”
“Ode to the West Wind”
The Gothic Novel
Frankenstein
Jane Eyre
Wuthering Heights
The Byronic Hero
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Homework for APees
| T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917. |
| 3. Preludes |
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
On to Thursday!
Sophys: Brief deconstruction of the PSAT experience, followed by Author of the Day presentations from Josh, Morgan, and the regularly scheduled peeps for today. We need to finish reviewing Antigone and deciding what to do about the Antigone test--today or tomorrow? It's super-short (33 little questions) but we need to do it. Reminder of CMC peer edit experience tomorrow.
HOMEWORK FOR TENTH GRADE: Count of Monte Cristo Rough Draft. NOTE TO TENTH GRADE: I still need to schedule some make-up work for a handful of you. See me ASAP, please. Kthnxbye. (See? I can speak AOL.)
APees: Cartoon Day, in one view; Introduction to Hamlet Day, in another. There will be some bad art, some Lion King analogies, and a lot of lecture. Please come prepared to NOT interrupt me for once. I love you guys--especially some of you gregarious types--but please lay off the espresso. For serious. Notes on Hamlet to follow in an upcoming post.


HOMEWORK FOR APees: Act I, scene i--read, understood, analyzed. It's short so make it so. NOTE TO APees: Several of you are missing work due to absences. Please see me ASAP to schedule the love. Grades are due next Friday for this quarter, people, after which NO work will be accepted nor resubmissions evaluated.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Here's some semi-random clip art to share:

Cookie Monster!
Now on to the World of Academics:
Sophys: Author of the Day presentations, followed by shared Awesome Homework Assignments. I want to go over some PSAT tips and let you know where you are testing tomorrow. Good luck to all; it looks like I will be proctoring the test for juniors from Ca-Cu.
APees: 4th and 5th will take multiple choice practice test #2 from the CLIFF book; 6th and 7th will be going over the Frost poem and then reviewing both the sonnet and the prose passage from Dickens. I will also be going over the relocation list for tomorrow's PSAT.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
AP Lit Homework
I can't imbed pdf files from home, and since I still can't log into the blog from school due to Rules and Regulations That Have Not Been Rethunk, here it is in all of its cut-and-pasted glory:
AP Literature
Macbeth Unit
Read the following poem and relate it to the brief speech in Act V, scene v from which Frost took the title in a brief essay of 150-200 words. Treat this as an articulated journal entry; how does the content of THIS piece relate to the existential dilemma discussed in the play? How does Macbeth’s view of the world compare or contrast to Frost’s?
(Yes, this may be difficult; writing about poetry often is. However, the AP Literature exam is one-third to one-half poetic analysis, so let’s get going!)
| "Out, Out—" | | |
| by Robert Frost | ||
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The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yardAnd made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.And from there those that lifted eyes could countFive mountain ranges one behind the otherUnder the sunset far into And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,As it ran light, or had to bear a load.And nothing happened: day was all but done.Call it a day, I wish they might have saidTo please the boy by giving him the half hourThat a boy counts so much when saved from work.His sister stood beside them in her apronTo tell them "Supper." At the word, the saw,As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap—He must have given the hand. However it was,Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh,As he swung toward them holding up the handHalf in appeal, but half as if to keepThe life from spilling. Then the boy saw all—Since he was old enough to know, big boyDoing a man's work, though a child at heart—He saw all spoiled. "Don't let him cut my hand off—The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!"So. But the hand was gone already.The doctor put him in the dark of ether.He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright.No one believed. They listened at his heart.Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.No more to build on there. And they, since theyWere not the one dead, turned to their affairs. | | |
