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Global Voices in Film Period 2

NEWSELA - Class Log-In WY7JXE

  

Students can e-mail any questions to: lhsbell@gmail.com

College Writing Period 3

NEWSELA - Class Log-In ZXT8QN

  

A Look at Brazil

Assignment for the week of March 23, 2020 - March 27, 2020

  

Students must log on to NEWSELA.com and use code # WY7JXE to get to our "Global Voices in Film" class.     

Then, go to the text set titled BRAZIL.  This text set has three articles which students must read, answer the quiz question, the writing prompt, and the Lesson Sparks.  

Please make sure to submit the assignment by March 27 2020, before 11:59 PM. 

* If possible watch the film - "City of God"

Introduction to Fiction

Assignments for week the of March 23, 2020 - March 27, 2020  

1. Work on NEWSELA.com (class code ZXT8QN), text set Literature and Fiction and read the article "Falling Action in Literature." After reading the article make sure to do the Power Words, Quiz, and Writing Assignment.  

2. Review the following Power Points:     Introduction to Fiction.pptx 

3. "Reading a Story" 

Instructions: Read the short story "A&P" by John Updike and answer the four question at the end of the reading, in paragraph form.  Submit your responses to the questions using google docs. to lhsbell@gmail.com

 

Please make sure to submit the assignment by March 27 2020, before 11:59 PM. 

  

John Updike

The Short Story Lesson

A&P by John Updike

The New Yorker July 22, 1961

 

In walks these three girls in nothing but bathing suits. I'm in the third check-out slot, with my back to the door, so I don't see them until they're over by the bread. The one that caught my eye first was the one in the plaid green two-piece. She was a chunky kid, with a good tan and a sweet broad soft-looking can with those two crescents of white just under it, where the sun never seems to hit, at the top of the backs of her legs. I stood there with my hand on a box of HiHo crackers trying to remember if I rang it up or not. I ring it up again and the customer starts giving me hell. She's one of these cash register- watchers, a witch about fifty with rouge on her cheekbones and no eyebrows, and I know it made her day to trip me up. She'd been watching cash registers forty years and probably never seen a mistake before. By the time I got her feathers smoothed and her goodies into a bag -- she gives me a little snort in passing, if she'd been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem -- by the time I get her on her way the girls had circled around the bread and were coming back, without a pushcart, back my way along the counters, in the aisle between the check-outs and the Special bins. They didn't even have shoes on. There was this chunky one, with the two piece -- it was bright green and the seams on the bra were still sharp and her belly was still pretty pale so I guessed she just got it (the suit) -- there was this one, with one of those chubby berry-faces, the lips all bunched together under her nose, this one, and a tall one, with black hair that hadn't quite frizzed right, and one of these sunburns right across under the eyes, and a chin that was too long -- you know, the kind of girl other girls think is very "striking" and "attractive" but never quite makes it, as they very well know, which is why they like her so much -- and then the third one, that wasn't quite so tall. She was the queen. She kind of led them, the other two peeking around and making their shoulders round. She didn't look around, not this queen, she just walked straight on slowly, on these long white prima donna legs. She came down a little hard on her heels, as if she didn't walk in her bare feet that much, putting down her heels and then letting the weight move along to her toes as if she was testing the floor with every step, putting a little deliberate extra action into it. You never know for sure how girls' minds work (do you really think it's a mind in there or just a little buzz like a bee in a glass jar?) but you got the idea she had talked the other two into coming in here with her, and now she was showing them how to do it, walk slow and hold yourself straight. She had on a kind of dirty-pink -- beige maybe, I don't know -- bathing suit with a little nubble all over it and, what got me, the straps were down. They were off her shoulders looped loose around the cool tops of her arms, and I guess as a result the suit had slipped a little on her, so all around the top of the cloth there was this shining rim. If it hadn't been there you wouldn't have known there could have been anything whiter than those shoulders. With the straps pushed off, there was nothing between the top of the suit and the top of her head except just her, this clean bare plane of the top of her chest down from the shoulder bones like a dented sheet of metal tilted in the light. I mean, it was more than pretty. She had sort of oaky hair that the sun and salt had bleached, done up in a bun that was unravelling, and a kind of prim face. Walking into the A & P with your straps down, I suppose it's the only kind of face you can have. She held her head so high her neck, coming up out of  those white shoulders, looked kind of stretched, but I didn't mind. The longer her neck was, the more of her there was. 1. Summarize - What is going on in this story? Highlight the key ideas that have come up thus far in the reading. 2. Question - What do you want to ask about this section? What questions do you have? 3. Clarify - are there any confusing parts that we need to ensure we understand? Does everything make sense? 4. Predict - What do you think might happen and why? She must have felt in the corner of her eye me and over my shoulder Stokesie in the second slot watching, but she didn't tip. Not this queen. She kept her eyes moving across the racks, and stopped, and turned so slow it made my stomach rub the inside of my apron, and buzzed to the other two, who kind of huddled against her for relief, and they all three of them went up the catand-dog-food-breakfast-cereal-macaroni-rice-raisins- seasonings-spreads-spaghetti-soft drinks crackers-and-cookies aisle. From the third slot I look straight up this aisle to the meat counter, and I watched them all the way. The fat one with the tan sort of fumbled with the cookies, but on second thought she put the packages back. The sheep pushing their carts down the aisle -- the girls were walking against the usual traffic (not that we have one-way signs or anything) -- were pretty hilarious. You could see them, when Queenie's white shoulders dawned on them, kind of jerk, or hop, or hiccup, but their eyes snapped back to their own baskets and on they pushed. I bet you could set off dynamite in an A & P and the people would by and large keep reaching and checking oatmeal off their lists and muttering "Let me see, there was a third thing, began with A, asparagus, no, ah, yes, applesauce!" or whatever it is they do mutter. But there was no doubt, this jiggled them. A few house-slaves in pin curlers even looked around after pushing their carts past to make sure what they had seen was correct. You know, it's one thing to have a girl in a bathing suit down on the beach, where what with the glare nobody can look at each other much anyway, and another thing in the cool of the A & P, under the fluorescent lights, against all those stacked packages, with her feet paddling along naked over our checkerboard green-and-cream rubber-tile floor. "Oh Daddy," Stokesie said beside me. "I feel so faint." "Darling," I said. "Hold me tight." Stokesie's married, with two babies chalked up on his fuselage already, but as far as I can tell that's the only difference. He's twenty-two, and I was nineteen this April. The Short Story Lesson 4a 3 "Is it done?" he asks, the responsible married man finding his voice. I forgot to say he thinks he's going to be manager some sunny day, maybe in 1990 when it's called the Great Alexandrov and Petrooshki Tea Company or something. What he meant was, our town is five miles from a beach, with a big summer colony out on the Point, but we're right in the middle of town, and the women generally put on a shirt or shorts or something before they get out of the car into the street. And anyway these are usually women with six children and varicose veins mapping their legs and nobody, including them, could care less. As I say, we're right in the middle of town, and if you stand at our front doors you can see two banks and the Congregational church and the newspaper store and three real-estate offices and about twenty-seven old freeloaders tearing up Central Street because the sewer broke again. It's not as if we're on the Cape; we're north of Boston and there's people in this town haven't seen the ocean for twenty years. 1. Summarize - What is going on in this story? Highlight the key ideas that have come up thus far in the reading. 2. Question - What do you want to ask about this section? What questions do you have? 3. Clarify - are there any confusing parts that we need to ensure we understand? Does everything make sense? 4. Predict - What do you think might happen and why? The girls had reached the meat counter and were asking McMahon something. He pointed, they pointed, and they shuffled out of sight behind a pyramid of Diet Delight peaches. All that was left for us to see was old McMahon patting his mouth and looking after them sizing up their joints. Poor kids, I began to feel sorry for them, they couldn't help it. Now here comes the sad part of the story, at least my family says it's sad but I don't think it's sad myself. The store's pretty empty, it being Thursday afternoon, so there was nothing much to do except lean on the register and wait for the girls to show up again. The whole store was like a pinball machine and I didn't know which tunnel they'd come out of. After a while they come around out of the far aisle, around the light bulbs, records at discount of the Caribbean Six or Tony Martin Sings or some such gunk you wonder they waste the wax on, sixpacks of candy bars, and plastic toys done up in cellophane that faIl apart when a kid looks at them anyway. Around they come, Queenie still leading the way, and holding a little gray jar in her hand. Slots Three through Seven are unmanned and I could see her wondering between Stokes and me, but Stokesie with his usual luck draws an old party in baggy gray pants who stumbles up with four giant cans of pineapple juice (what do these bums do with all that pineapple juice' I've often asked myself) so the girls come to me. Queenie puts down the jar and I take it into my fingers icy cold. Kingfish Fancy Herring Snacks in Pure Sour Cream: 49¢. Now her hands are empty, not a ring or a bracelet, bare as God made them, and I wonder where the money's coming from. Still with that prim look she lifts a folded dollar bill out of the hollow at the center of her nubbled pink top. The jar went heavy in my hand. Really, I thought that was so cute. The Short Story Lesson 4a 4 Then everybody's luck begins to run out. Lengel comes in from haggling with a truck full of cabbages on the lot and is about to scuttle into that door marked MANAGER behind which he hides all day when the girls touch his eye. Lengel's pretty dreary, teaches Sunday school and the rest, but he doesn't miss that much. He comes over and says, "Girls, this isn't the beach." Queenie blushes, though maybe it's just a brush of sunburn I was noticing for the first time, now that she was so close. "My mother asked me to pick up a jar of herring snacks." Her voice kind of startled me, the way voices do when you see the people first, coming out so flat and dumb yet kind of tony, too, the way it ticked over "pick up" and "snacks." All of a sudden I slid right down her voice into her living room. Her father and the other men were standing around in ice cream coats and bow ties and the women were in sandals picking up herring snacks on toothpicks off a big plate and they were all holding drinks the color of water with olives and sprigs of mint in them. When my parents have somebody over they get lemonade and if it's a real racy affair Schlitz in tall glasses with "They'll Do It Every Time" cartoons stencilled on. "That's all right," Lengel said. "But this isn't the beach." His repeating this struck me as funny, as if it hadjust occurred to him, and he had been thinking all these years the A & P was a great big dune and he was the head lifeguard. He didn't like my smiling -- -as I say he doesn't miss much -- but he concentrates on giving the girls that sad Sunday school- superintendent stare. Queenie's blush is no sunburn now, and the plump one in plaid, that I liked better from the back -- a really sweet can -- pipes up, "We weren't doing any shopping. We just came in for the one thing." "That makes no difference," Lengel tells her, and I could see from the way his eyes went that he hadn't noticed she was wearing a two-piece before. "We want you decently dressed when you come in here." "We are decent," Queenie says suddenly, her lower lip pushing, getting sore now that she remembers her place, a place from which the crowd that runs the A & P must look pretty crummy. Fancy Herring Snacks flashed in her very blue eyes. "Girls, I don't want to argue with you. After this come in here with your shoulders covered. It's our policy." He turns his back. That's policy for you. Policy is what the kingpins want. What the others want is juvenile delinquency. All this while, the customers had been showing up with their carts but, you know, sheep, seeing a scene, they had all bunched up on Stokesie, who shook open a paper bag as gently as peeling a peach, not wanting to miss a word. I could feel in the silence everybody getting nervous, most of all Lengel, who asks me, "Sammy, have you rung up this purchase?" I thought and said "No" but it wasn't about that I was thinking. I go through the punches, 4, 9, GROC, TOT -- it's more complicated than you think, and after you do it often enough, it begins to make a lttle song, that you hear words to, in my case "Hello (bing) there, you (gung) hap-py pee-pul (splat)"-the splat being the drawer flying out. I uncrease the bill, tenderly as you may imagine, it just having come from between the two smoothest scoops of vanilla I had ever The Short Story Lesson 4a 5 known were there, and pass a half and a penny into her narrow pink palm, and nestle the herrings in a bag and twist its neck and hand it over, all the time thinking. 1. Summarize - What is going on in this story? Highlight the key ideas that have come up thus far in the reading. 2. Question - What do you want to ask about this section? What questions do you have? 3. Clarify - are there any confusing parts that we need to ensure we understand? Does everything make sense? 4. Predict - What do you think might happen and why? The girls, and who'd blame them, are in a hurry to get out, so I say "I quit" to Lengel quick enough for them to hear, hoping they'll stop and watch me, their unsuspected hero. They keep right on going, into the electric eye; the door flies open and they flicker across the lot to their car, Queenie and Plaid and Big Tall Goony-Goony (not that as raw material she was so bad), leaving me with Lengel and a kink in his eyebrow. "Did you say something, Sammy?" "I said I quit." "I thought you did." "You didn't have to embarrass them." "It was they who were embarrassing us." I started to say something that came out "Fiddle-de-doo." It's a saying of my grandmother's, and I know she would have been pleased. "I don't think you know what you're saying," Lengel said. "I know you don't," I said. "But I do." I pull the bow at the back of my apron and start shrugging it off my shoulders. A couple customers that had been heading for my slot begin to knock against each other, like scared pigs in a chute. Lengel sighs and begins to look very patient and old and gray. He's been a friend of my parents for years. "Sammy, you don't want to do this to your Mom and Dad," he tells me. It's true, I don't. But it seems to me that once you begin a gesture it's fatal not to go through with it. I fold the apron, "Sammy" stitched in red on the pocket, and put it on the counter, and drop the bow tie on top of it. The bow tie is theirs, if you've ever wondered. "You'll feel this for the rest of your life," Lengel says, and I know that's true, too, but remembering how he made that pretty girl blush makes me so scrunchy inside I punch the No The Short Story Lesson 4a 6 Sale tab and the machine whirs "pee-pul" and the drawer splats out. One advantage to this scene taking place in summer, I can follow this up with a clean exit, there's no fumbling around getting your coat and galoshes, I just saunter into the electric eye in my white shirt that my mother ironed the night before, and the door heaves itself open, and outside the sunshine is skating around on the asphalt. I look around for my girls, but they're gone, of course. There wasn't anybody but some young married screaming with her children about some candy they didn't get by the door of a powder blue Falcon station wagon. Looking back in the big windows, over the bags of peat moss and aluminum lawn furniture stacked on the pavement, I could see Lengel in my place in the slot, checking the sheep through. His face was dark gray and his back stiff, as if he'd just had an injection of iron, and my stomach kind of fell as I felt how hard the world was going to be to me hereafter.

1. Summarize - What is going on in this story? Highlight the key ideas that have come up thus far in the reading.

2. Question - What do you want to ask about this section? What questions do you have?

3. Clarify - are there any confusing parts that we need to ensure we understand? Does everything make sense?

4. Predict - What do you think might happen and why?

Immigration and Separation

Assignment for the week of March 30, 2020 - April 3, 2020

  

Students must log on to NEWSELA.com and use code # WY7JXE to get to our "Global Voices in Film" class.     

Then, go to the text set titled Immigration and Separation.  This text set has three articles which students must read, answer the quiz question, the writing prompt, and power words. Note that not all articles have power word questions.   

Please make sure to submit the assignment by April 3, 2020, before 11:59 PM. 

* If possible watch the film - "Under the Same Moon"

Point of View

Assignment for the week of March 30, 2020 - April 3, 202

1. Go to NEWSELA.com and work on the text set titled "Edgar Allan Poe." Read the article, take the quiz, and do the writing assignment.  

2. Point of View:  Asynchronous Power Point 1.pptx 

3. Instructions: Read the short story "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe, and answer the four question at the end of the reading, in paragraph form.  Submit your responses to the questions using google docs. to lhsbell@gmail.com

 

Please make sure to submit the assignment by April 3, 2020, before 11:59 PM. 

Link to a reading of the story: https://www.poemuseum.org/the-tell-tale-heart 

  

Edgar Allan Poe

"The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe

True! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily. I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?" I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye. It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot. And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha! When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises. I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

 

Answer the following Questions, in paragraph form:

1. Do you think the narrator is reliable? Why or why not? 

2. What is the narrator's reason for killing the old man?

3. Poe uses word repetition in this story, such as "louder, louder." What effect does this have on the reader?

4. How does the narrator hill the old man and dispose of the body?

5. What is the meaning of the title? 

 

The Holocaust

Assignment for April 6, 2020 to April 10, 2020

  

Students must log on to NEWSELA.com and use code # WY7JXE to get to our "Global Voices in Film" class.     

Then, go to the text set titled THE HOLOCAUSTThis text set has three articles which students must read, answer the quiz question, and the writing prompt.  One of the reading also has power words.  

Please make sure to submit the assignment by April 10, 2020, before 11:59 PM. 

Must watch the film "The Diary of Anne Frank" on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLylRfUbiEE

* If possible watch the film - "Europa Europa" or "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas" - You might be able to see them for free on-line. 

Characters Analysis

 Week of  April 6, 2020 to April 10, 2020

  

Alice Walker

1. Go to NEWSELA.com and work on the text set titled "Characteristics and Writing." Read the article, take the quiz, do the writing assignment, and power words.  

2. Review the Power Point on Characters: Asynchronous English111 Character.pptx 

3. Read the short story "Everyday Use" by Alice Walker, "Everyday Use" by Alice Walker. Use the following link to access the story.  everyday_use_full-text.pdf - The story can also be accessed online. Just do a google search for "Everyday Use" full text. 

4. Then, answer the five question at the end of the reading, in paragraph form.  Submit your responses to the questions using google docs. to lhsbell@gmail.com

 

Please make sure to submit the assignment by April 10, 2020, before 11:59 PM. 

Once you have finished reading the story, answer the following questions in paragraph form: (This will count as a test)

Comprehension

1. Recall How has Dee changed when she arrives to see her family?

2. Recall Why does Dee want the quilts?

3. Recall Who gets the quilts at the end of the story?

4. Summarize Why does Dee think Mama and Maggie don’t understand their heritage?

Text Criticism 

Historical Context

5. The story takes place in the late 1960s, a time of growing cultural awareness for African Americans. If the story were set in the present, would the conflicts within the family be different? Explain your answer.

 

Human Rights for Everyone

Assignment Week of April 20, 2020 to April 24, 2020

  

Students must log on to NEWSELA.com and use code # WY7JXE to get to our "Global Voices in Film" class.     

Then, go to the text set titled Human Right for Everyone.  This text set has three articles which students must read, answer the quiz question, and the writing prompt.  Some of the reading also has power words.  

Please make sure to submit the assignment by April 24, 2020, before 11:59 PM. 

* If possible watch the film - "Journey of Hope" a trailer for the film at: https://vimeo.com/188634842

Literature and Setting

Assignments Week of April 20, 2020-April  24, 2020

Newsela ZXT8QN Text Set: "Tales from Russia and China"

  

Read the text "The Parable of the Prodigal Son."   Then, in a fully developed paragraph, respond to the question at the end.

You can also watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNuBLJ1Aw0o 


"There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give me my share of the estate.' So he divided his property between them.

"Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

"When he came to his senses, he said, 'How many of my father's hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.' So he got up and went to his father.

"But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

“The son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.'

"But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate.

"Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 'Your brother has come,' he replied, 'and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.'

"The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, 'Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!'

"'My son,' the father said, 'you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found'" 

Question:      What can I learn from the parable of the prodigal son?

Assignment Week of April 13, 2020 - April 17, 2020

Assignment Week April 13, 2020 - April 17, 2020

This week you have to select ONE of the two assignments.

You must do only one of the assignments. 

Choice #1: WY7JXE

NEWSELA Article: Relieve Stress and Anxiety by Creating Art

***If you take both (Global Voices in Film and College Writing) with me; then one assignment will count for both classes.

Choice #2:

Create a Public Service Announcement (PSA)

INTRODUCTION: Through a Public Service Announcement you can bring your community together around a subject that is important to you. Will your PSA be on education, poverty, drunk driving, or maybe even Haiti disaster relief? For ideas and examples, check out the Ad Council and the Ad Council Gallery. Keep your message clear and simple, and target your intended audience. Take advantage of your interests, and practice important critical thinking and literacy skills because you will be spreading important social, economic, and political topics.

EXAMPLES:

Pets (serious, heartwarming)

https://youtu.be/BrpfBrMMut8

The Drop Out (funny)

https://youtu.be/9yVFxjmIg1E

The Environment - Reese Witherspoon (serious)

https://youtu.be/mkjwxmcdb0E

Gravity (funny)

https://youtu.be/xMpiNDm7w8U

DIRECTIONS

  1. Choose your topic. Pick a subject that is important to you, as well as one you can visualize. Keep your focus narrow and to the point.
     
  2. Time for some research - you need to know your stuff! Try to get the most current and up to date facts on your topic. Statistics and references can add to a PSA. You want to be convincing and accurate.
     
  3. Consider your audience. Are you targeting parents, teens, teachers or some other social group? Consider your target audience's needs, preferences, as well as the things that might turn them off.
     
  4. Grab your audience's attention. You might use visual effects, an emotional response, humor, or surprise to catch your target audience. Be careful, however, of using scare tactics. Attention getters are needed, but they must be carefully selected.
     
  5. Create a script and keep your script to a few simple statements. A 30-second PSA is short enough to capture attention but long enough to get a point across.

THEN

  1. Storyboard your script. Draw pictures that outline each section of your script so you can be prepared when you record the video.
     
  2. Film your footage and edit your PSA.
     
  3. Send your video to Mr. Judd at mrjuddlhs@gmail.com by Thursday, April 16th at 3pm and Mr. Judd will post it to YouTube and the school website. 

 

Assignment Week April 13, 202 - April 17, 2020

Assignment Week April 13, 2020 - April 17, 2020

This week you have to select ONE of the two assignments.

You must do only one of the assignments. 

Choice #1: ZXT8QN

NEWSELA Article: Relieve Stress and Anxiety by Creating Art

***If you take both (Global Voices in Film and College Writing) with me; then one assignment will count for both classes.

Choice #2:

Create a Public Service Announcement (PSA)

INTRODUCTION: Through a Public Service Announcement you can bring your community together around a subject that is important to you. Will your PSA be on education, poverty, drunk driving, or maybe even Haiti disaster relief? For ideas and examples, check out the Ad Council and the Ad Council Gallery. Keep your message clear and simple, and target your intended audience. Take advantage of your interests, and practice important critical thinking and literacy skills because you will be spreading important social, economic, and political topics.

EXAMPLES:

Pets (serious, heartwarming)

https://youtu.be/BrpfBrMMut8

The Drop Out (funny)

https://youtu.be/9yVFxjmIg1E

The Environment - Reese Witherspoon (serious)

https://youtu.be/mkjwxmcdb0E

Gravity (funny)

https://youtu.be/xMpiNDm7w8U

DIRECTIONS

  1. Choose your topic. Pick a subject that is important to you, as well as one you can visualize. Keep your focus narrow and to the point.
     
  2. Time for some research - you need to know your stuff! Try to get the most current and up to date facts on your topic. Statistics and references can add to a PSA. You want to be convincing and accurate.
     
  3. Consider your audience. Are you targeting parents, teens, teachers or some other social group? Consider your target audience's needs, preferences, as well as the things that might turn them off.
     
  4. Grab your audience's attention. You might use visual effects, an emotional response, humor, or surprise to catch your target audience. Be careful, however, of using scare tactics. Attention getters are needed, but they must be carefully selected.
     
  5. Create a script and keep your script to a few simple statements. A 30-second PSA is short enough to capture attention but long enough to get a point across.

THEN

  1. Storyboard your script. Draw pictures that outline each section of your script so you can be prepared when you record the video.
     
  2. Film your footage and edit your PSA.
     
  3. Send your video to Mr. Judd at mrjuddlhs@gmail.com by Thursday, April 16th at 3pm and Mr. Judd will post it to YouTube and the school website. 

 

Make-up Week

Week of April 27, 2020 to May 1, 2020

Make-Up Week

Since this marking period ends Friday, May 1, 2020, you can use this week to make up any assignments that you have not submitted during this marking period.  Please log-on to Pupil-Path and check for any assignment which you might not have submitted.
All make-up work must be submitted by Friday, May 1, 2020, before 3:00 PM.

Make-Up Week

Week of April 27, 2020 to May 1, 2020

Make-Up Week

Since this marking period ends Friday, May 1, 2020, you can use this week to make up any assignments that you have not submitted during this marking period.  Please log-on to Pupil-Path and check for any assignment which you might not have submitted.
All make-up work must be submitted by Friday, May 1, 2020, before 3:00 PM.

Totalitarianism

Assignment Week of May 4, 2020 to May 8, 2020

  

Persepolis, written by Marjane Strapi tells the story of a young girl who lives in a totalitarian society.

This unit deal with the topic of Totalitarianism which means relating to a government where the ruler or ruling group has complete control. An example of totalitarian used as an adjective is in the phrase "totalitarian regime" which means a rule where the ruler has total authority over everyone.

You can download the text at: https://www.academia.edu/40953333/The_Complete_Persepolis_by_Marjane_Satrapi

You can try to see the film on line or view a few of the trailers on Youtube.

Listen to an interview with Marjane Satrapi at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9onZpQix_w

This will be a TWO weeks unit. I will add the other assignments on this topic for the week of May 11, 2020.

Work on the following NEWSWLA articles for the week of May 4, 2020 -May 8, 2020:

"Persepolis" by Marjane Satrapi

1. Who are the women wearing the hijabs?

2. Letter: Protect Women Activists

3. The Middle-Easter Country of Iran

 

Southern Fiction

Assignment Week of May 4, 2020 to May 8, 2020

"THE YELLOW WALLPAPER"

by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

  

This assignments are in NEWSELA, class code ZXT8QN, under the title

1. "Wallpaper Comes to Life."

The title of the short story is "The Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman and it is a crime-fiction.

Please make sure you do all parts of the assignment: power words, quiz, and writing prompt.

2. "Five Action Steps to Help Someone with Emotional Pain"

 

 

 

Totalitarianism Continues

Assignment Week of May 11, 2020 to May 15, 2020

   

Last Weeks assignment was about Persepolis, written by Marjane Strapi tells the story of a young girl who lives in a totalitarian society.

This unit deal with the topic of Totalitarianism which means relating to a government where the ruler or ruling group has complete control. An example of totalitarian used as an adjective is in the phrase "totalitarian regime" which means a rule where the ruler has total authority over everyone.

This is the second part of a TWO weeks unit. I will add the other assignments on this topic for the week of May 11, 2020.

Work on the following NEWSWLA (WY7JXE) articles for the week:

1. Iran Limites Social Media Apps

2. Iran a Big Question Mark

3. Iran-Contra Affair

4. Iran Hostage Crisis = Extra Credit

 

Introduction to Poetry

Assignment Week of May 11, 2020 to May 15, 2020

  

Introduction to poetry  

Definition: Poetry is a type of literature, or artistic writing, that attempts to stir a reader's imagination or emotions. The poet does this by carefully choosing and arranging language for its meaning, sound, and rhythm. Some poems, such as nursery rhymes, are simple and humorous.

This assignments are in NEWSELA, class code ZXT8QN, under the title

1. Introduction to found Poetry

2. Kids are using their voices in new ways to make their voices heard

3. Salvadorian poet writes to humanize the Immigrant story

 

 

 

Water Pollution

Assignment Week of May 18, 2020 to May 22, 2020

  

This unit deal with the topic of water pollution.

Water pollution is the contamination of water bodies, usually as a result of human activities. Water bodies include for example lakes, rivers, oceans, aquifers and groundwater. Water pollution results when contaminants are introduced into the natural environment.

Watch the video "Forget Shorter Showers" on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2TbrtCGbhQ

Then work on the following three NEWSELA (WY7JXE) articles for this week:

1.  One Million Attend Beach Clean-up

2.  Turtles Show if River is Polluted

3.  Great Pacific Garbage Patch Growing

 

 

African-American Poets

Assignment Week of May 18, 2020 to May 22, 2020

  

  

African-American poets have creatively explained cultural stereotypes and used their life details to create masterful literary works.  Langston Hughes, and Maya Angelou, and others have earned Pulitzer Prizes, and Nobel Prizes, among other honors.  

  

This assignments are in NEWSELA, class code ZXT8QN, under the title

1. Early African-American Poets

2. I, too, Am American - Langston Hughes

3. Author and poet Maya Angelou Dies at 86

 

 

 

 

 

What Happens When Water is Cleaner

Assignments Week of May 25, 2020 to May 29, 2020

  

Sea lions sunbathe in the street in Mar del Plata harbor, Argentina, during the lockdown imposed due to the COVID-19 coronavirus pandemic.

This week you have two NEWSELA (WY7JXE) articles on sea life:

1. Animals take advantage during lockdown

2. Leave the Wildlife Alone

American Poet Robert Frost

Assignments Week of May 25, 2020 to May 29, 2020

  

Read more on American Poet Robert Frost at https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-frost

Your Assignment this week is two poems on NEWSWLA by American Poet Robert Frost:

1. "The Road Not Taken"

2. "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Covid-19 and The Environment

Assignment Week of June 1, 2020 to June 5, 2020

  

Positive Effect of the Covid-19 Pandemic on the Environment

1. Corona Virus and the drop in Co2

2. What Happens After the Pandemic?

Books That Became Animated Movies

Assignment Week of June 1, 2020 to June 5, 2020

  

The assignment is week is on Books that became animated films. 

Go to NEWSELA (ZXT8QN) and work on:

1. Fans Learn How to Draw Totoro

2. Is "Dragon" the best of Animation?

Kindness During the Covid-19 Pandemic

Assignment Week of June 8, 2020 to June 12, 2020 

  

This week you have two NEWSELA (WY7JXE) articles on the kindness that people have shown during this year's Covid-19 Pandemic:

1. Stoop Show...

2. ...Tea-p'd with Kindness 

Contemporary Young-Adult Literature

Assignment Week of June 8, 2020 to June 12, 2020

  

The assignment this week is on contemporary young-adult literature. 

Go to NEWSELA (ZXT8QN) and work on:

1. Books Depict Muslim Kids Positively 

2. Promoting Potter

Making-UP Missing Work

Week of June 15, 2020 to June 19, 2020

 

Dear Global Voices in Film Students:

We have come a long way this semester.

Therefore, this week is dedicated to making up any assignments that you have not submitted since we began remote learning.

Please take a look at all previous assignments and make sure that you have submitted all required work.   

If you have completed all the assignments, but would like extra-credit, then send me an e-mail at lhsbell@gmail.com and we can discuss how to improve your final grade for the semester.  

Make-Up Missing Work

Week of June 15, 2020 to June 19, 2020

  

Dear College Writing Students:

We have come a long way this semester.

Therefore, this week is dedicated to making up any assignments that you have not submitted since we began remote learning.

Please take a look at all previous assignments and make sure that you have submitted all required work.   

If you have completed all the assignments, but would like extra-credit, then send me an e-mail at lhsbell@gmail.com and we can discuss how to improve your final grade for the semester.