English 10

In this literature lesson, we will learn about the experience of being an immigrant stuck between the East and the West. We will learn about the relationship and bond between mother and daughter and the different ways love with a cultural biased is expressed. English language aquisition: Listening comprehension, vocabulary expansion, reading comprehension and literary analysis. Other benchmarks Include; An appreciation for literature and culture Emotional Intelligence skills built include; empathy, identification of feeling of oneself and others, ability to express ones feelings, problem solving and diplomacy (mediating between groups). ART OF INVISIBLE STRENGTH W hat traditions does your family keep? Are keeping family traditions important to your parents or grandparents? Why or why not? D o you value tradition? Why or why not?  Is it important to preserve family tradition? Why or Why not?  This story is about a young Chinese-American girl who is growing...

Introduction to Poetry BY  BILLY COLLINS I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide  or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author’s name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means. INTRODUCTION TO POETRY BY BILLY COLLINS Questions HOTS and LOTS      Name....................................... 1. Who is the speaker in this poem?  2. What do the students in the poem want to do?  3. List two metaphors described in the poem. 4. What is the main message of the poem?  5. Why do you think the p...

Count That Day Lost / George Eliot If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard,   One glance most kind That fell like sunshine where it went -- Then you may count that day well spent. But if, through all the livelong day, You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay -- If, through it all You've nothing done that you can trace That brought the sunshine to one face-- No act most small That helped some soul and nothing cost -- Then count that day as worse than lost. Count That Day Lost by George Elliot 4-5 Point Literature   1)      Who is the author of the poem?       2)      Identify three Rhymes….     3)      What makes a day well spent?       4)      To whom is the speaker addressing?   ...

ST. LOUIS BLUES by Jim Jackson (1930 Blues) I hate to see that evening sun go down I hate to see that evening sun go down Cause my baby, he's gone left this town Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way St. Louis woman with her diamond ring Pulls that man around by her, if it wasn't for her and her That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me I love my baby like a school boy loves his pie Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint 'n rye I love my man till the day I die THE TREASURE OF LEMON BROWN / WALTER DEAN MYERS TASK 1 Describe the picture above. Who do you imagine he is? What kind of music is he playing? How does he feel? Describe the use of light in the image. Write him a story.  ...

As I Grew Older by Langston Hughes Choose A picture below that you feel illustrates the themes and messages of the poem.  Describe in writing how it expresses the content of the poem below. As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky— The wall. Shadow. I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun!