Building and Understanding – FEC
categories: English 9
February 2016 archive
Mushrooms – Sylvia Plath (Summary)
categories: English 9
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding, Even the paving. Our hammers, our rams, Earless and eyeless, Perfectly voiceless, Widen the crannies, Shoulder through holes. We Diet on water, On crumbs of shadow, Bland-mannered, asking Little or nothing. So many of us! So many of us! We are shelves, we are Tables, we are meek, We are edible, Nudgers and shovers In spite of ourselves. Our kind multiplies: We shall by morning Inherit the earth. Our foot’s in the door.
We think that this poem is a metaphor on gender inequality – the mushrooms act as females in our society (perhaps how Sylvia, as an author, felt). It is related to “The Friday Everything Changed” because the girls in the story didn’t care about how the boys treated them, all that mattered was them sticking together, like the mushrooms. When sticking together, it helped them to thrive, as did the mushrooms overnight.
Earless and eyeless, perfectly voiceless; this shows how the mushrooms (as females) aren’t as important – they don’t need to see, hear, or speak because others feel it is unnecessary, even though it’s not true.
We shall by morning inherit the earth. Our foot’s in the door; the last line of the poem shows that they all stick together and with the help of each other, by morning the mushrooms will grow bigger, learning to face everyone else.
Immersion Clip – Mon Identité Virtuelle
categories: Language 9
Voici mon projet
Linear Relations – graph drawing
categories: Math 9
English Introduction Assignment (writing prompt)
My heart is racing, nearly out of my chest. The dry, yellow grass lies dead beneath my feet and I see nothing but thick, white smoke clouding my vision, while I step further into the nightmare called a battle field. The memories I left behind play over, and over again in my head, as I watch hundreds of people die right in front of me. With lifeless bodies surrounding me, screams echoing behind my trail of thought, and no idea what’ll happen next, I run. It seems like the entire world is chasing me and there’s nothing I can do. This is my life now.
I jump up to see a pair of eyes staring up at me and I realize my face is wet, probably from all the crying.
“Was it the nightmares again?” asks Dave, and I nod.
The nightmares aren’t news to Dave. They’ve been going on for over 10 years now, each leaving me terrified, screaming, and wishing the next night they would stop.
“We’re going home tomorrow,” he starts again when I don’t say anything. I wipe my tears and wonder how much they’ve all changed since I left.
“I can’t believe we made it,” I said, “though nothing seems right anymore.”
A cold shiver strikes my body, as the thought of war pops back into my mind. Everything we went through; the pain and suffering of seeing innocent people die. How will we ever forget that and the millions of other terrible things that have happened?
“It’ll be okay,” Dave says, as if he knew what I was thinking, “go get some rest before morning. You’ll see your family soon.”
He walks back to his bed and though the room stays silent, I can tell that neither of us is prepared for the questions waiting to be asked back at home. The years that went by have changed us, turned us into completely new people. They won’t understand why we’ll be waking up stunned from the nightmares or why we’ll jump at the first sound, alarmed. They just won’t get it.
“Oh but…” I hear someone say, assuming its Dave and that he’s talking to me, “if anyone asks, tell them we’re fine.”
He was right. The most important thing is that we’re safe. Safe from the piercing sound of gunshots, tugging at our ears, safe from the constant fear of losing our lives by doing something wrong, and are now going back to the warmth of our homes and family. We have survived.