WELCOME STUDENTS!

This is a place for us to discuss openly and honestly the literature we are reading. Here we are all just communicating our thoughts on what we are reading. There are no right and wrong answers. However, you are expected to be polite, mature, and on topic.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

NOVELS***NOVELS****NOVELS!!!!!!!!










Each of you is reading a different group novel. Take a moment to comment on something ( a scene, a quote, a theme) you have found significant to your novel.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

FIRE AND ICE


Read the following poem and comment on its theme and imagery. How does the imagery and juxtapositioning of images help create the poem's theme. Enjoy SONNET 30 by Edmund Spenser.


My love is like to ice, and I to fire;
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not delayed by her heart frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told
That fire which all thing melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Butterflies for the Holocaust Museum


Remember 1.5 million

children were killed during the Holocaust. We are making 2009 butterflies to remember some of the souls of those lost children. Elie Wiesel reminds us when there is been atrocity, we must never forget.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

TIME---LOVE---DEATH

As we explore poetry in this unit, we are focusing on three themes: time, love and death. Here is a poem, written by Thomas Hardy, a British poet. Entitled "The Man He Killed," this poem presents death through war. Read it and share what feeling it arouses in you about war and its consequences.

"Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!

"But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him and he at me,
And killed him in his place.

"I shot him dead because –
Because he was my foe,
Just so – my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although

"He thought he'd 'list perhaps,
Off-hand like – just as I –
Was out of work – had sold his traps –
No other reason why.

"Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown."

Sunday, November 2, 2008

ELIE WIESEL


As you know NIGHT is the memoir of Elie Wiesel; he lived this horror. If you could meet Elie, what line/passage would you ask him to expand upon? Why?