You will need to do a creative project over your book. It's the last one of the year (along with Macbeth if you are doing that one), so make it awesome!!! :) You will, as always, need an index card that explains your project. You will also have two other assignments in class on that day.
Sunday, January 28, 2018
Love Month Book
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Week of January 29
Monday, 1/29
Macbeth Act III
Tuesday, 1/30
Macbeth Act III
Wednesday, 1/31
Macbeth Act III
Thursday, 2/1
Short Story Focus
Friday, 2/2
Macbeth IV
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Sunday, January 21, 2018
Week of January 22
Monday, 1/22
Macbeth Act I
Lit Terms are up
Tuesday, 1/23
Mac II
Wednesday, 1/24
Mac II
Thursday, 1/25
Poetry Focus
Friday, 1/26
Mac II
Lit Terms Quiz
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Literary Terms
Staying easy in Week 1. Most of these are words you at least vaguely know. Remember, become very familiar not only with the definition, but with examples of these. :)
Motif
Parallel Structure
Allusion
Conceit
Parable
Free Verse
Diction
Romance (not of the Friday night/Valentine's Day variety)
Couplet
Connotation
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Macbeth Memorization Options
Long post, but here they are. IF you memorized for Hamlet, you will do a creative project here. If you did a creative project, you will need to choose one of these options and memorize this round.
Option 1
Act I, scene 7, lines 1-29
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
Option 2
Act II, scene 1, lines 33-61
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but(45)
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,(50)
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:(55)
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd Murder,(60)
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear(65)
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
Act V, scene 3, lines 22-28 and Act II, scene 1, lines 48-72
I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
To be thus is nothing;
But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none but he
Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,
Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sister
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
Rather than so, come fate into the list
And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!
Act I, scene 3, lines 130-142/Act V, scene 5, lines 19-28/Act 5, scene 8, lines 27-34
This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
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No Red Ink
Hey guys, I'm going to be trying something this semester to help boost AP scores AND to just plain make all of us better for whatever our future holds. :)
Go to this link www.noredink.com and walk through setting up an account as a student. Your class code is freezing dollar 2.
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Titles Used in Open Question 3
For an upcoming assignment (are you feeling those butterflies in your stomach? are you waiting with bated breath to hear what it is???), the link below will take you to a list of works that have been used in Open Question 3 pretty much since the beginning of time to 2016. :)
http://mseffie.com/AP/APtitles.html
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