Friday, May 22, 2015
Satire is on the menu at ECCHS!
Write a piece of satire. The subject, your high school!!!! Have fun with it.
Friday, May 15, 2015
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Letters and Lessons
Milada Horáková is someone you will all love after reading this letter she wrote to her 16 year old daughter before her death. In it she talks about life lessons. Read this letter. Then make a list of 10 things you have learned from people you associate with Elk County Catholic High School. These people can be friends, enemies, teachers, coaches, staff, people you met at events who are not even associated from the school, anyone really. Tell us who the person is and what you learned from this person. Next, list three things that you taught others.
http://www.lettersofnote.com/search?q=+graduation
http://www.lettersofnote.com/search?q=+graduation
Friday, May 1, 2015
Damned Brangwens!
The following passage is from D. H. Lawrence’s 1915 novel, The Rainbow, which focuses on the lives of the
Brangwens, a farming family who lived in rural England during the late nineteenth century. Read the passage
carefully. Then write an essay in which you analyze how Lawrence employs literary devices to characterize the
woman and capture her situation.
It was enough for the men, that the earth heaved and opened its furrow to them, that the wind blew to dry the wet wheat, and set the young ears of corn wheeling freshly round about; it was enough that they 5 helped the cow in labour, or ferreted the rats from under the barn, or broke the back of a rabbit with a sharp knock of the hand. So much warmth and generating and pain and death did they know in their blood, earth and sky and beast and green plants, so 10 much exchange and interchange they had with these, that they lived full and surcharged, their senses full fed, their faces always turned to the heat of the blood, staring into the sun, dazed with looking towards the source of generation, unable to turn around. 15 But the woman wanted another form of life than this, something that was not blood-intimacy. Her house faced out from the farm-buildings and fields, looked out to the road and the village with church and Hall and the world beyond. She stood to see the far- 20 off world of cities and governments and the active scope of man, the magic land to her, where secrets were made known and desires fulfilled. She faced outwards to where men moved dominant and creative, having turned their back on the pulsing heat of 25 creation, and with this behind them, were set out to discover what was beyond, to enlarge their own scope and range and freedom; whereas the Brangwen men faced inwards to the teeming life of creation, which poured unresolved into their veins. 30 Looking out, as she must, from the front of her house towards the activity of man in the world at large, whilst her husband looked out to the back at sky and harvest and beast and land, she strained her eyes to see what man had done in fighting outwards to 35 knowledge, she strained to hear how he uttered himself in his conquest, her deepest desire hung on the battle that she heard, far off, being waged on the edge of the unknown. She also wanted to know, and to be of the fighting host. 40 At home, even so near as Cossethay, was the vicar, who spoke the other, magic language, and had the other, finer bearing, both of which she could perceive, but could never attain to. The vicar moved in worlds beyond where her own menfolk existed. Did she not 45 know her own menfolk; fresh, slow, full-built men, masterful enough, but easy, native to the earth, lacking outwardness and range of motion. Whereas the vicar, dark and dry and small beside her husband, had yet a quickness and a range of being that made 50 Brangwen, in his large geniality, seem dull and local. She knew her husband. But in the vicar’s nature was that which passed beyond her knowledge. As Brangwen had power over the cattle so the vicar had power over her husband. What was it in the vicar, that 55 raised him above the common men as man is raised above the beast? She craved to know. She craved to achieve this higher being, if not in herself, then in her children. That which makes a man strong even if he be little and frail in body, just as any man is little and 60 frail beside a bull, and yet stronger than the bull, what was it? It was not money nor power nor position. What power had the vicar over Tom Brangwen— none. Yet strip them and set them on a desert island, and the vicar was the master. His soul was master of 65 the other man’s. And why—why? She decided it was a question of knowledge.
It was enough for the men, that the earth heaved and opened its furrow to them, that the wind blew to dry the wet wheat, and set the young ears of corn wheeling freshly round about; it was enough that they 5 helped the cow in labour, or ferreted the rats from under the barn, or broke the back of a rabbit with a sharp knock of the hand. So much warmth and generating and pain and death did they know in their blood, earth and sky and beast and green plants, so 10 much exchange and interchange they had with these, that they lived full and surcharged, their senses full fed, their faces always turned to the heat of the blood, staring into the sun, dazed with looking towards the source of generation, unable to turn around. 15 But the woman wanted another form of life than this, something that was not blood-intimacy. Her house faced out from the farm-buildings and fields, looked out to the road and the village with church and Hall and the world beyond. She stood to see the far- 20 off world of cities and governments and the active scope of man, the magic land to her, where secrets were made known and desires fulfilled. She faced outwards to where men moved dominant and creative, having turned their back on the pulsing heat of 25 creation, and with this behind them, were set out to discover what was beyond, to enlarge their own scope and range and freedom; whereas the Brangwen men faced inwards to the teeming life of creation, which poured unresolved into their veins. 30 Looking out, as she must, from the front of her house towards the activity of man in the world at large, whilst her husband looked out to the back at sky and harvest and beast and land, she strained her eyes to see what man had done in fighting outwards to 35 knowledge, she strained to hear how he uttered himself in his conquest, her deepest desire hung on the battle that she heard, far off, being waged on the edge of the unknown. She also wanted to know, and to be of the fighting host. 40 At home, even so near as Cossethay, was the vicar, who spoke the other, magic language, and had the other, finer bearing, both of which she could perceive, but could never attain to. The vicar moved in worlds beyond where her own menfolk existed. Did she not 45 know her own menfolk; fresh, slow, full-built men, masterful enough, but easy, native to the earth, lacking outwardness and range of motion. Whereas the vicar, dark and dry and small beside her husband, had yet a quickness and a range of being that made 50 Brangwen, in his large geniality, seem dull and local. She knew her husband. But in the vicar’s nature was that which passed beyond her knowledge. As Brangwen had power over the cattle so the vicar had power over her husband. What was it in the vicar, that 55 raised him above the common men as man is raised above the beast? She craved to know. She craved to achieve this higher being, if not in herself, then in her children. That which makes a man strong even if he be little and frail in body, just as any man is little and 60 frail beside a bull, and yet stronger than the bull, what was it? It was not money nor power nor position. What power had the vicar over Tom Brangwen— none. Yet strip them and set them on a desert island, and the vicar was the master. His soul was master of 65 the other man’s. And why—why? She decided it was a question of knowledge.
Friday, April 24, 2015
Thank You Mr. Heaney Sir!
Read the essay I gave to you about Seamus Heaney. After reading it, consider someone you know who is completely inexperienced with poetry. Name that person and find a poem that you think would relate to your person and tell us why. Include the poem! Have fun with it. You may choose a real person or a fictional character. You may also choose a real person who is inaccessible to you, like a movie star, or an author or someone who is no longer alive.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Thank You Mary Oliver!
Carefully read the following poem by Mary Oliver. 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.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Spy Day
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/810680/lh17-6_gangland_to_promised_land.mp3
Listen to this presentation. It is about 50 minutes total. After listening, talk about how the author, or speaker, uses literary devices to appeal to his audience. Then, react to the presentation. What do you think of it. At the end of your blog, I want you to list 3 talents you feel you have been given by God.
Listen to this presentation. It is about 50 minutes total. After listening, talk about how the author, or speaker, uses literary devices to appeal to his audience. Then, react to the presentation. What do you think of it. At the end of your blog, I want you to list 3 talents you feel you have been given by God.
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