December 15

AGENDA:

1. Study for Finals

December 12

AGENDA:

1. In the Spirit of Giving.....
2. Turn in your portfolios
3. Finish you masks

December 11

AGENDA:

1. In the Spirit of Giving....
2. Mask embellishments

December 10

AGENDA:

1. In the Spirit of Giving.....
2. Go over poetry portfolios
3. Literary Terms
4. Vocabulary Game


HW: Final!


Poetry Portfolios

1. Imagery Worksheet
2. "Small Dark Songs"
3. "Keepsakes"
4. Reflections of 1, 2, 3 and 4 from your groups
5. "My Life Closed Twice"
6."The Highway Man"
7. How to Analyze a Poem
8. "Where I am From?"
9. Concrete Poem
10. Love poem analyses'

December 9

AGENDA:

1. Mask Making


HW: Prepare for finals

November 7

AGENDA:

1.Reviewing your analysis from yesterday 
2. Concrete poems
3. Writing your own #9

December 8

AGENDA:

1. Begin making masks



HW: Prepare for final

December 5

AGENDA:

1. Vocab Quiz
2. "Girl" 
3. Literary Terms

December 4

AGENDA:

1. #1 poem and reflection
2. Share your analysis from last nights poems #10
3. "Girl" by Jamaica Kincaid


HW: Vocab tomorrow

December 3

AGENDA:

1. Presentations on poetry
2. #4 poems and reflections 


HW" Vocab on Friday; "I Love You" poems compared and analyzed

December 2

AGENDA:

1. Turn in your analysis
2. #4's bring in your poems?
3. Poems in groups - then presentations to class



HW: Vocab on Friday

December 1

AGENDA:

1. "We are the clumsy passersby" by Pablo Neruda - poem discussion, understanding and analysis - due tomorrow at beginning of class - EXIT Ticket is a thorough analysis together as a group and a start on the analysis itself 


HW: #4 bring in a poem tomorrow to share; Last new vocab on Friday before semester final

"We are the clumsy passersby"

We are the clumsy passersby, we push past each other with elbows,

with feet, with trousers, with suitcases,

we get off the train, the jet plane, the ship, we step down

in our wrinkled suits and sinister hats.

We are all guilty, we are all sinners,

we come from dead-end hotels or industrial peace,

this might be our last clean shirt,

we have misplaced our tie,

yet even so, on the edge of panic, pompous,

sons of bitches who move in the highest circles

or quiet types who don't owe anything to anybody,

we are one and the same, the same in time's eyes,

or in solitude's: we are the poor devils

who earn a living and a death working

bureautragically or in the usual ways,

sitting down or packed together in subway stations,

boats, mines, research centers, jails,

universities, breweries,

(under our clothes the same thirsty skin),

(the hair, the same hair, only in different colors).

-Pablo Neruda