Friday, January 31, 2014

For Tuesday, February 4

 
 
Macbeth Director's Notebook due


Double check to make sure you are fulfilling each requirement with excellent and superior quality.

Remember this is a double major grade!

We will celebrate Tuesday by sharing our notebooks, watching the rest of the film, and eating popcorn for breakfast.  If you have a snack you would rather share than popcorn, let me know or bring it in on Tuesday.

Do not forget that you will recite "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" soon. 



 


Monday, January 27, 2014

For Wednesday, January 29

Find a list of tone words.  Print it out.  I want you to be able to use this for a reference: 100 if you bring it; 0 if you don't.

Look over your lines for your duet acting scene.  If you need to bring props, costumes, or music, make sure you do.

Director's Notebook:  brainstorm or begin working.  On Wednesday, I will check to see that you know what scene you will work with, know what era you will produce your scene in, know what you stage will look like, and have an idea about costuming.  It might be wise to bring in a copy of your scene in case we have time for you to add director's notes.

Read the poem "Out, Out..." Robert Frost    Read the "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" soliloquy.  MAKE CONNECTIONS through annotations or a chart.


Wednesday, January 22, 2014

For Thursday, January 23

Upcoming Events:  Soliloquy Performance due Monday, January 27
                                Macbeth Director's Notebook

Homework:

Read The House on Mango Street through the vignette entitled "A Rice Sandwich".

Written work:

Compose a poem using the vignette entitled "Darius and the Clouds".  For each paragraph within the vignette, you need to write a 3-5 line stanza.  Your poem should mirror the content of "DatC", as well as, demonstrate your skills as a poet.  (hint *use poetic language and literary device to communicate your ideas)

For the vignette entitled "A Rice Sandwich", create a chart wherein you compare/contrast Esperanza, Mango Street's protagonist, and Rachel, the protagonist in your new favorite (:)) short story "Eleven."

I look forward to finishing our movie tomorrow.

Friday, January 17, 2014

For Tuesday, January 21

Task #1

Suggested Time-40 minutes

Carefully read Mary Oliver's "The Black Walnut Tree".  Then write a well-organized essay in which you analyze how Oliver conveys the RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE TREE AND FAMILY through the use of figurative language and other poetic techniques.

If you do not finish in 40 minutes, I encourage you to mark your sport and continue writing.  The practice is always good.

Task #2

Read and annotate The House on Mango Street. (pages 19-24) 

 
"Gil's Furniture Bought and Sold"
"Meme Ortiz"
"Louie, His Cousin & His Other Cousin"

Task #3

Complete the Style Chart from you packet (22)
You will use the selections on pages T-15-16:  Recognizing and Working with Point of View

Thursday, January 16, 2014

For Friday, January 17

Complete the packet I gave to you over House on Mango Street.

Memorize:  Is this a dagger... due date Thursday, January 23.

Monday, January 13, 2014

For Wednesday, January 15

YOU HAVE A WRITING ASSIGNMENT AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST-ALL IN CAPITAL LETTERS.

1.  Begin memorizing:  "Is this a dagger which I see before me..."  through "...the curtained sleep."
lines 44-63  DUE DATE:  January 23.
You will stand and perform the soliloquy before the class.  I will look for fluency, vocal variation, and characterization.  Keep in mind that this soliloquy offers the perfect opportunity to explore the theme of madness.

House on Mango Street

2.  Read the following quotes from and about Sandra Cisneros.  What themes or motifs do you think she might address in this novel?  (Just think about this.)

"As a person growing up in a society where the class norm was superimposed on a television screen, I couldn't understand why our home wasn't all green lawns and white wood like the ones in 'Leave it to Beaver' and 'Father Knows Best.'"

"The meaning of literary success is that I could change the way someone thinks about my community, my gender, or my class."

3.   
Read the following vignettes from the novel:

"The House on Mango Street" (read for discussion and warm up)

"Hairs" (read for discussion)

"Boys and Girls" (read for discussion)

"My Name"  (read and respond to the following)

4.  Names are very important to the characters in the following excerpts.  Read each selection and consider why each character places value on his or her name.
 
from: Othello

By William Shakespeare
 
[Iago to Othello]
 
He that filches from me my good name

Robs me of that which not enriches him

And makes me poor indeed.
 
from: The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman
 
by Ernest J. Gaines

[A major in the union army is talking to a young slave girl.]
 
“Well, just call me Mr. Brown,” he said. “And I’m go’n call you something else ‘sides Ticey.

Ticey is a slave name, and I don’t like slavery. I’m go’n call you Jane,” he said. “That’s right,

I’ll call you Jane. That’s my girl’s name back there in Ohio. You like for me to call you that?”

I stood there grinning like a little fool. I rubbed my foot with my big toe and just stood there

grinning. The other Troops was grinning at me, too.

“Yes,” he said, “I think you do like that name. Well, from now on your name is Jane. Not

Ticey no more. Jane. Jane Brown. Miss Jane Brown. When you get older you can change it to

what else you want. But till then your name is Jane Brown.”
 
[Later, the mistress of the plantation is talking to Jane.]
 
“You little wench, didn’t you hear me calling you?” she said. I raised my head high and

looked her straight in the face and said: “You called me Ticey. My name ain’t no Ticey no more,

it’s Miss Jane Brown. And Mr. Brown say catch him and tell him if you don’t like it.”

My mistress’ face got red, her eyes got wide, and for about half a minute she just stood there

gaping at me. Then she gathered up her dress and started running for the house. That night when

the master and the rest of them came in from the swamps she told my master I had sassed her in

front of the Yankees. My master told two of the other slaves to hold me down. One took my

arms, the other one took my legs. My master jecked up my dress and gived my mistress the whip

and told her to teach me a lesson. Every time she hit me she asked my what I said my name was.

I said Jane Brown. She hit me again: what I said my name was. I said Jane Brown.

My mistress got tired beating me and told my master to beat me some. He told her that was

enough, I was already bleeding.” (Pgs. 8,9)
 
from: When I Was Puerto Rican

by Esmeralda Santiago
[Mami talks to her daughter Negi about her name.]

Delsa’s black curly hair framed a heart-shaped face with tiny pouty lips and round eyes thick
with lashes. Mami called her Munequita, Little Doll. Norma’s hair was the color of clay, her

yellow eyes slanted at the corners, and her skin glowed the same color as the inside of a yam.
Mami called her La ColorĂ¡, the red girl. I thought I had no nickname until she told me my name

wasn’t Negi but Esmeralda.
“You’re named after your father’s sister, who is also your god mother. You know her as Titi
MerĂ­n.”
“Why does everyone call me Negi?”
“Because when you were little you were so black, my mother said you were a negrita [a word
of endearment meaning “little black one”]. And we all called you Negrita, and it got shortened to

Negi.”
“So Negi means I’m black?”
“It’s a sweet name because we love you, Negrita.” She hugged and kissed me.

“Does anyone call Titi Merin Esmeralda?”
“Oh, sure. People who don’t know her well–the government, her boss. We all have our
official names, and then our nicknames, which are like secrets that only the people who love us
use.” (Pgs. 13, 14)

from: The House on Mango Street

by Sandra Cisneros

“At school they say my name funny as if the syllables were made out of tin and hurt the roof
of your mouth. But in Spanish my name is made out of a softer something, like silver, not quite as
thick as sister’s name–Magdalena–which is uglier than mine. Magdalena who at least can come
home and become Nenny. But I am always Esperanza.
I would like to baptize myself under a new name, a name more like the real me, the one
nobody sees. Esperanza as Lisandra or Maritza or Zeze the X. Yes. Something like Zeze the X
will do.” (Pg. 11)

 
5.  USING 3 OF THE 4 SELECTED READINGS, SYNTHESIZE WHAT THE AUTHORS SAY ABOUT THE IMPORTANCE OF A NAME.  CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING:
PERSONAL HONOR
CULTURAL IDENTITY
INDICATOR OF SELF-WORTH
SYMBOL OF FAMILY LOVE
ANCESTRAL CONNECTION

THIS IS NOT A FORMAL ESSAY...JUST WRITE DOWN SOME DETAILED NOTES AS TO WHAT THE AUTHORS SEEM TO CONVEY.

 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, January 9, 2014

For Monday, January 13


Purchase:  The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros

The actual website for this prompt is at the bottom of this post.  If you would rather find the prompt on the web, you will have to copy and paste the address into spot for web address.  You can read off of the computer or print out a copy, which I think might be easier.






NOTES:

 



Read the short story “Eleven” by Sandra Cisneros.  Be sure to discuss at least three of the following literary techniques and devices AND how these techniques/devices add to the understanding of Rachel’s character.  Remember to write in present tense and do not refer to the author, writer, or reader after the introduction of your essay.   DO NOT DEFINE TERMS IN YOUR ESSAY!


Terms to choose from:

 

Imagery

Diction

Simile

Repetition

Point of View

 

Turn this paper in with your essay!!

 

ELEVEN
by Sandra Cisneros

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

You don’t feel eleven. Not right away. It takes a few days, weeks even, sometimes even months before you say Eleven when they ask you. And you don’t feel smart eleven, not until you’re almost twelve. That’s the way it is.

Only today I wish I didn’t have only eleven years rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box. Today I wish I was one hundred and two instead of eleven because if I was one hundred and two I’d have known what to say when Mrs. Price put the red sweater on my desk. I would’ve known how to tell her it wasn’t mine instead of just sitting there with that look on my face and nothing coming out of my mouth.






NOTES:

 
“Whose is this?” Mrs. Price says, and she holds the red sweater up in the air for all the class to see. “Whose? It’s been sitting in the coatroom for a month.”

“Not mine,” says everybody. “Not me.”

“It has to belong to somebody, ”Mrs. Price keeps saying, but nobody can remember. It’s an ugly sweater with red plastic buttons and a collar and sleeves all stretched out like you could use it for a jump rope. It’s maybe a thousand years old and even if it belonged to me I wouldn’t say so.

Maybe because I’m skinny, maybe because she doesn’t like me, that stupid Sylvia Saldivar says, “I think it belongs to Rachel.” An ugly sweater like that all raggedy and old, but Mrs. Price believes her. Mrs. Price takes the sweater and puts it right on my desk, but when I open my mouth nothing comes out.

“That’s not, I don’t, you’re not…Not mine.” I finally say in a little voice that was maybe me when I was four.

“Of course it’s yours, ”Mrs. Price says. “ I remember you wearing it once.” Because she’s older and the teacher, she’s right and I’m not.

Not mine, not mine, not mine, but Mrs. Price is already turning to page thirty-two, and math problem number four. I don’t know why but all of a sudden I’m feeling sick inside, like the part of me that’s three wants to come out of my eyes, only I squeeze them shut tight and bite down on my teeth real hard and try to remember today I am eleven, eleven. Mama is making a cake for me for tonight, and when Papa comes home everybody will sing Happy birthday, happy birthday to you.

But when the sick feeling goes away and I open my eyes, the red sweater’s still sitting there like a big red mountain. I move the red sweater to the corner of my desk with my ruler. I move my pencil and books and eraser as far from it as possible. I even move my chair a little to the right. Not mine, not mine, not mine. In my head I’m thinking how long till lunchtime, how long till I can take the red sweater and throw it over the schoolyard fence, or leave it hanging on a parking meter, or bunch it up into a little ball and toss it in the alley. Except when math period ends Mrs. Price says loud and in front of everybody, “Now, Rachel, that’s enough, ”because she sees I’ve shoved the red sweater to the tippy-tip corner of my desk and it’s hanging all over the edge like a waterfall, but I don’t care.

“Rachel, ”Mrs. Price says. She says it like she’s getting mad. “You put that sweater on right now and no more nonsense.”

“But it’s not –“

“Now!” Mrs. Price says.




NOTES:

 
This is when I wish I wasn’t eleven because all the years inside of me—ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one—are pushing at the back of my eyes when I put one arm through one sleeve of the sweater that smells like cottage cheese, and then the other arm through the other and stand there with my arms apart like if the sweater hurts me and it does, all itchy and full of germs that aren’t even mine.

That’s when everything I’ve been holding in since this morning, since when Mrs. Price put the sweater on my desk, finally lets go, and all of a sudden I’m crying in front of everybody. I wish I was invisible but I’m not. I’m eleven and it’s my birthday today and I’m crying like I’m three in front of everybody. I put my head down on the desk and bury my face in my stupid clown-sweater arms. My face all hot and spit coming out of my mouth because I can’t stop the little animal noises from coming out of me until there aren’t any more tears left in my eyes, and it’s just my body shaking like when you have the hiccups, and my whole head hurts like when you drink milk too fast.

But the worst part is right before the bell rings for lunch. That stupid Phyllis Lopez, who is even dumber than Sylvia Saldivar, says she remembers the red sweater is hers. I take it off right away and give it to her, only Mrs. Price pretends like everything’s okay.

Today I’m eleven. There’s a cake Mama’s making for tonight and when Papa comes home from work we’ll eat it. There’ll be candles and presents and everybody will sing Happy birthday, happy birthday to you, Rachel, only it’s too late.

I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred and two. I wish I was anything but eleven. Because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny—tiny you have to close your eyes to see it.

 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

For Thursday, January 8

Read all of ACT I of Macbeth.

We will read the most of the act together in class, but I would like for you to be familiar with the action.  Start by reading the text.  Next, try to annotate on your own.  For anything you find completely confusing, check out the spark notes.

We will spend Thursday acting, planning, strategizing, annotating, and writing...

Do not forget to purchase The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros.  We will begin reading in this text next week.  Hastings has several copies if you need to purchase a hard copy.