What did you learn this year in English 11?
I learned a lot in english 11 this year, more so than any other year. Throughout my english career I found that most english teachers looked at nothing except word count and completion of assignments. I appreciate the fact that you spent a little more time in order to totally analyze assignments and go into good detail to improve the piece as a whole. I learned to construct sentences better (although it may not be shown in these answers). Also, to use better punctuation, and stay away from colloquial terms.
What piece of literature did you enjoy reading the most.
I enjoyed reading “Lord of the Flies” as it makes me question how I view the world everyday. It was able to open my eyes by going deeper than what is written in the text, and was a good reference for a comparison between the children in the novel and what was going on int he world at the time.
What unit did you enjoy the most?
I enjoyed the short story and spoken word units the most. This is due to the amount of change in content, and moving on to something different every time. I enjoyed all of the interactive activities during these units such as, the lottery drawing, talking in front of the class in an accent, and many more.
What is one area that you have feel you have improved.
I feel that I have improved in analyzing text, and going deeper than simples words can express and understand the human emotion that was put into a given piece.
What is one are the you could feel you could further improve?
I feel that I could further improve the structure of my writing staying away from fragmented sentences and accurately display my opinions better.
I greatly appreciated the fact that you were able to use interactive classroom exercises to engage all of the students, and make coming to the class enjoyable, opposed to something that adds on stress to the day. This is the only class that I had no outstanding assignments by the end of the year. I like how you are able to connect to students on a more personal level instead of treating it like a professional environment where people focus on getting the job done. I appreciate how you were able to be objective in good spirits, and how you were able to engage me on a level where I wanted to do all my assignments and had excitement to walk in the portable.
I am Willy Loman. The most notable salesman across the whole eastern seaboard. When I walk into my clients office they know I mean business, and they love me for my backbone. I can sell whatever I want with ease, and customers will flock to me like a heard of sheep. It’s only a matter of time before my boss comes to his senses and sees everything I have to offer and get a big promotion. Then I will show everybody what it means to be Willy Loman. I don’t need a fancy diamond mine to be great, I may have missed a great opportunity but I am resilient. I get it my own way, I make my own name, I am born and bred to face adversity. I wish my damn son could be the same Biff never seems to make sense of the points I try to get across to him.
Jungle – “He climbed over a broken trunk, and was out of the jungle” (Golding 10).
Mountain – “Beyond the hollow was the square top of the mountain and soon they were standing on it” (Golding 37).
Shore – “The shore was fledged with palm trees” (Golding 10).
Temperature – “The sand was thick over his black shoes and the heat hit him” (Golding 10).
Reef – “That’s a reef out in the sea” (Golding 7).
Scar – ” All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat” (Golding 6).
Landscape – “Here the beach was interrupted abruptly by the square motif of the landscape” (Golding 13).
Lagoon – “The palms that still stood made a green roof, covered on the underside with a quivering tangle of reflections from the lagoon” (Golding 13).
Water – “It was clear to the bottom and bright with the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral” (Golding 14).
Shore – “The ground beneath them was a bank covered with coarse grass, torn everywhere by the upheavals of fallen trees, scattered with decaying coconuts and palm saplings” (Golding 10).
“He took one last drag on his cigarette and snapped it away. Then with that faint, fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful, Walter Mitty the Undefeated, inscrutable to the last.” The commanding officer barked to his platoon, “Ready men! Aim!” Time seemed to stop with the eerie peacefulness of Walter’s supposed final moments. Walter exchanged a faint smile with the commander who shot him back a look of confusion. He burst out laughing maniacally, clenching his stomach with his hands. The men of the firing squad turned to look at each other to make sense of the situation. In unison they turned their attention back to their task at hand, cocked a bullet into the chamber, and pulled the trigger aiming right at Walter’s forehead. KABOOM! Gruesome carnage and pandemonium filled the air. One by one each man of the firing squad collapsed, leaving behind disfigurement of body parts, and the dark crimson blood mixing in with the water of the surrounding puddles. Walter walked over to the commander who was distraught gasping for air, with his face black and charred. He looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Seems the tables have turned. At my request, one of the men in your agency rigged your rifles with exploding bullets.” The look of betrayal and despair was all that could be made from the dying man’s expression. Walter casually walked right up to the man to finish what he started. He motioned the sign of the cross, placed his boot on the throat of his rival, and pressed down with great force.
“WALTER! WHAT IN EARTH ARE YOU DOING?” screeched a concerned Mrs. Mitty. Walter looked down and noticed his boot was pressing down on the leg of a poor duck who happened to have waddled by. Walter shook his head back and forth trying to gain a grip on himself. He looked around frantically to find an excuse to explain his actions. In the corner of his eye someone caught his attention. Standing at a soaring 6 feet plus, a man was strutting down the street wearing a designer tailored silver suit, with pleated pants and black fedora. He was clean shaven and Walter observed him glancing down at his gold pocket watch. He was a man who lived by his own rules, and the world adapted to him.
… “The shipment of distilled Russian vodka will be here in an hour. Are you ready?” The don says, spinning his gold and diamond wedding band around his finger.
“Yes sir, Vincenzo was adamant on me making this deal for him. If you ask me-”
“Mitty! You do not question what your superiors command you to do!” Shouted the mob boss as he flipped out a switchblade and poked just the tip into a haggard Mitty’s jugular.