Who are you and what are you doing in this class? How did you get here? Is English a love or simply another talent you possess? What do you expect from the class and from yourself this year? How far are you prepared to go in order to achieve your goals? Is there anything about yourself that would be helpful for my understanding you? Do you have fear coming in here this year? Of what? What do you read? What do you like or dislike about reading? Please provide your email, your parent's email and your cell phone number. Mine are on the board.
AGENDA
1. Journal
2. Name Cards
3. "Richard Cory"(to be memorized by Mon. 8/19)
4. Essay exam tomorrow - timed 40 minute (Wed. 8/14)
5. Go over syllabus (Signed syllabus due by Friday 8/16) and blog
6. Annotated notes from summer reading due tomorrow with essays
“Richard Cory”
By Edward Arlington Robinson, 1897
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
HW: Read these three articles and be ready to discuss on Thursday
“Richard Cory”
By Edward Arlington Robinson, 1897
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
HW: Read these three articles and be ready to discuss on Thursday
Why We Memorize
Why We Memorize
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