Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
This past week was interesting. I really enjoyed brainstorming ideas and coming up with a plot line for act IV of A Raisin in the Sun. I didn't expect it to be enjoyable but it really surprised me and as one of the few times I actually enjoyed narrative writing. Friday I also enjoyed watching Kaila's film. It is really exciting that she was involved in something like that.I wouldn't mind doing something like that myself. Overall, this week in 8th period honors American Lit. was enjoyable as always.
A Raisin in the Sun-Act IV
Scene one
One month later.
At curtain it opens up to outside the
YOUNGER’S old apartment. MAMA is gazing at the place she and her husband raised
a family and in turn her son began raising his family. This was where all
if her memories of her husband lay and it was time to say goodbye. She slowly
walked up the stairs and stood in front of the door she had walked through so
many times before.
JOHNSON
Lena? What are you doing back over here?
MAMA (exasperated) Just
saying my last good bye
JOHNSON Oh well I
understand you and Walter did raise your whole family here. I wonder how he
would feel about y’all moving to Clybourne Park.
MAMA He always wanted
the best for his family.
JOHNSON (with doubt) I'm
sure he did, but do you think he would want y'all over there getting bombed?
MAMA (tiredly) I am sure
he would want what was best.
JOHNSON (alluding to) I
would sure love to see the new house one day
MAMA (not quite smugly)
I'm sure you would.
(Mama starts to slowly
walk away)
JOHNSON I surely
would
MAMA (trying to get away
smoothly) Well I am going to get myself back to Clybourne Park.
JOHNSON Alright then
Lena, make sure you have me over sometime
(Mama still walking
slowly backward edging closely to the stairs)
MAMA (distantly) Alright
(MAMA moves backwards again only to stumble and
fall down the stairs. Her old frail bones cracking as her body tumbled down the
stairs. As she rolled off the last step her body fell slump against the
pavement.)
Curtain
Scene Two
It is the
following week. Everyone at the YOUNGER house is in a desolate mood. TRAVIS,
WALTER, RUTH, and BENEATHA are all sitting in there sunny living room.
RUTH (sitting next to WALTER
with her hand on his) She had a wonderful life and she got her dream house - (gesturing
around her).
WALTER ( distantly) Yeah
she did. (With new confidence) I am the head of this house now so that means
some things are about to change around here.
BENEATHA (stubbornly)
Just because Mama is gone doesn't mean that you are in charge
WALTER (sternly) How are
you going to run this family? You gonna quit school and stop messing around
with all this African crap and get a job?
BENEATHA I was just
saying that you don't get to be the head of this family just because you say
so.
WALTER Are you gonna do
it?
BENEATHA We can all do
it.
RUTH We just all need to
calm down and maybe wait awhile before we talk about this. We just buried Lena
just let the air clear.
WALTER I am going to do
what I have to.
Curtain
Scene Three
That night WALTER goes and
meets with ISAIAH JOHNSON, who unbeknownst to most is a dangerous drug lord.
WALTER Isaiah I
really appreciate you speaking with me
ISAIAH Its no problem Walter. I understand that the
loss of your mother is taking a toll on the family.
WALTER Well I was just
wondering if I could work for you
ISAIAH Are you sure you
want to do that. Once you start I won’t let you go easy. I know you are a
strong man that is willing to do for his family.
WALTER I will do
anything to become the man I need to be.
Curtain
Sunday, September 15, 2013
This week in American Literature II there was an interesting class. Our class, although always interesting had a lot of fun this week. As a class we are learning more about what to expect from each other and everyone's various personalities. Reading A Raisin in the Sun was very entertaining to the whold class. The vatious people that portrayed the characters were sometimes a perfect fit and sometimes not so much. Either way it was still a fun class to be in. This week American Lit II was still not a dreaded class to go to and still holds my highest regards for the class.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Lesson: Redundancy
Jaunai Parson
THE FACTS: Redundancy, defined in the dictionary as the "superfluous repetition or overlapping of words"
Jaunai Parson
THE FACTS: Redundancy, defined in the dictionary as the "superfluous repetition or overlapping of words"
WHY IT'S CONFUSING: This is confusing beacause when you pay an excessive amount of attention to unnecessary details. Focus on the substance of what you're trying to say through writing.
HOW TO REMEMBER: The best way to remember
is to just give the most clear and concise details when writing.
Review orally in class:
1. 12 midnight
2. each and every
3. The sky was blue.
Try these on your own, then ask the teacher or a friend to review:
1. There were three astronauts on every Apollo moon mission
2. All things being equal, the leaders of the Students Union Association will consider the argument, and make their final decision by vote on Wednesday next week at an open meeting.
3. "Above all, there is, of
course, absolutely no need indeed to decorate your sentence with words and phrases of
emphasis if, without them, the sentence undeniably is indeed equally
capable of stressing your point."
Finally, try these for homework.
1. She got up each and every day and went to the most expensive store.
1. She got up each and every day and went to the most expensive store.
2. Each day I have juice
3.The trees in the forest created a cover of shrubbery
3.The trees in the forest created a cover of shrubbery
Monday, September 9, 2013
September 3, 2013
My neighborhood
This morning when I woke, the day was already off to a beautiful start. The trees were billowing in the wind. The sun was shining and it started out to be a wonderful day. I decided to go exploring around the city. I came across a neighborhood called Beverly.
Beverly seemed very calm and serene. There were beautiful houses everywhere both extravagant and simple. All with manicured lawns and greenery. The streets were clean and clear except for a child running through. The streets are lined with cars of people that don't have monetary worries. There are sleek cars as well as family oriented mini vans. The bikes and children roaming the street signify the security and safety that come along with living in this neighborhood.
The community seems like a good place for families to settle down and raise their families. I see many schools as I pass through. The children seem joyous as if they know that they are able to be happy and free. They have minimal worries to burden them and they know that everything is going to be alright. Throughout the neighborhood mothers push their children in strollers and ones that are able to walk do. They go for ice cream in a place that everyone knows to be the best you can get anywhere, but can only get there. Life is joyous and the people were content with their lives.
The streets are very quaint and almost like a small community of friends and families that just want to live there life and be happy. As I was passing through the street with the amazing ice cream I see an old friend, Hannah.
"Hi Hannah, what are you doing over this way?"
"I live in Beverly"
"Really? I never knew that."
"Yeah I have lived here all my life."
"Wow. What is it like living here?"
"It is fun. There is always something going on in the community. Everyone knows everyone so there always someone to talk to. It is really laid back place to live most times people wear sweat pants, yoga pants, or just jeans and a t-shirt."
"It sounds like a really nice place to live."
"It is. Well I will see you later."
"Bye."
"See you."
I kept on walking after I finished my conversation with Hannah just wandering through. I saw what seemed like a great community filled with great people, with exceptions, and a great place to live. I figured this neighborhood was one I wouldn't mind living in.
My neighborhood
This morning when I woke, the day was already off to a beautiful start. The trees were billowing in the wind. The sun was shining and it started out to be a wonderful day. I decided to go exploring around the city. I came across a neighborhood called Beverly.
Beverly seemed very calm and serene. There were beautiful houses everywhere both extravagant and simple. All with manicured lawns and greenery. The streets were clean and clear except for a child running through. The streets are lined with cars of people that don't have monetary worries. There are sleek cars as well as family oriented mini vans. The bikes and children roaming the street signify the security and safety that come along with living in this neighborhood.
The community seems like a good place for families to settle down and raise their families. I see many schools as I pass through. The children seem joyous as if they know that they are able to be happy and free. They have minimal worries to burden them and they know that everything is going to be alright. Throughout the neighborhood mothers push their children in strollers and ones that are able to walk do. They go for ice cream in a place that everyone knows to be the best you can get anywhere, but can only get there. Life is joyous and the people were content with their lives.
The streets are very quaint and almost like a small community of friends and families that just want to live there life and be happy. As I was passing through the street with the amazing ice cream I see an old friend, Hannah.
"Hi Hannah, what are you doing over this way?"
"I live in Beverly"
"Really? I never knew that."
"Yeah I have lived here all my life."
"Wow. What is it like living here?"
"It is fun. There is always something going on in the community. Everyone knows everyone so there always someone to talk to. It is really laid back place to live most times people wear sweat pants, yoga pants, or just jeans and a t-shirt."
"It sounds like a really nice place to live."
"It is. Well I will see you later."
"Bye."
"See you."
I kept on walking after I finished my conversation with Hannah just wandering through. I saw what seemed like a great community filled with great people, with exceptions, and a great place to live. I figured this neighborhood was one I wouldn't mind living in.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Weekly Review #1
This week in 8th period honors American Lit I learned a little about Mr. Rehak and his styles of teaching. I believe I have a lot more to learn about him and what he expects of us as students. I have also gotten to know the class more as a whole. There are some interesting people in it I would say, but they all seem intelligent. This class being the last class of the day there are some very unique conversations and responses, but this is one class do not dread going to. Overall, I would say Ioved the class so far, but who knows what is to become of it. At least I know my grammar will improve greatly.
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