JOURNAL TOPIC: [today's tunes: "Loser" by Beck; "Loser" by Iggy Pop; "Even the Losers" by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers]
Remember that fortune you won yesterday? Easy come, easy go. Due to a
computer error, 24,999,999 other people also won. That means your
winnings total $2 (actually, more like $1.35 after taxes). How do you
react? What thoughts and feelings do you experience? How will your
plans change?
AGENDA:
1. Journal
2. Vocab review
3. Speech! Speech!
HW:
1. Rewrite Hamlet's graduation speech and post to your blog (title: MELANCHOLY GRAD)
2. Study vocab
3. Finish Literature Analysis #2
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
calling all authors
This just in from Connor and Lissette: tomorrow at lunch there will be a meeting for National Novel Writing Month authors. Please comment to this post and/or let us know in class if you'll be there. Mahalo.
october 2*
JOURNAL TOPIC: [today's tunes: "Symphony #9 in D Minor" by Beethoven]
Today is your day! You find a lottery ticket-- THE lottery ticket. After Dr. Preston cashes it for you (you're too young and smart to play the lottery), you have $50 million. What will you do with it?
AGENDA:
1. Journal
2. Hamlet's graduation speech
3. Return scholarship materials
HW:
1. (Reminder) vocab
2. (Reminder) Literature Analysis #2 due Friday
Today is your day! You find a lottery ticket-- THE lottery ticket. After Dr. Preston cashes it for you (you're too young and smart to play the lottery), you have $50 million. What will you do with it?
AGENDA:
1. Journal
2. Hamlet's graduation speech
3. Return scholarship materials
HW:
1. (Reminder) vocab
2. (Reminder) Literature Analysis #2 due Friday
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
the best concert you'll never pay for
Sometimes, especially when you listen to the news or read Hamlet, it feels like we're all alone.
We're not.
So, my 100th post (!) to the course blog is a reminder that every day wonderful people all over the world find creative ways to celebrate the idea that we're all in this together. For me, that is the ultimate Value of Life. Enjoy.
We're not.
So, my 100th post (!) to the course blog is a reminder that every day wonderful people all over the world find creative ways to celebrate the idea that we're all in this together. For me, that is the ultimate Value of Life. Enjoy.
to be or not to be
Courtesy of Wikipedia:
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
hamlet, a sea of troubles, and the current state of the us government
Per our conversation in class, many things in life seem too big to do anything about. Like the current political stalemate that's led to the shutdown of the United States government. Here's how it will affect Americans.
vocabulary #7
cursory
impetus
pinnacle
contumely
bereavement
cache
consummation
calamity
avarice
fortify
erratic
ubiquitous
fortitude
nonchalant
affect
effect
misappropriate
pragmatic
metacognition
devoutly
impetus
pinnacle
contumely
bereavement
cache
consummation
calamity
avarice
fortify
erratic
ubiquitous
fortitude
nonchalant
affect
effect
misappropriate
pragmatic
metacognition
devoutly
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