English 11

The Prophet & Union – English 11 Poetry

Fahrenheit 451 Visual – English 11

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The bottom half of the sketch is Mildred in her parlor room, watching fireworks, notice her radio seashells beside her on the table. The top half is Clarisse showing Montag how the yellow reflection of dandelions represent love, behind them is Montag’s house and you can see through the window that Mildred is in the parlor room as she is in the bottom half of the sketch.

Spoken Word 2019 “Lost and Found”


An excess container. Stuck with a 9 and a half by 11 sheet paper
72-point text reading LOST AND FOUND
Hidden in the corner of the hallway no one goes
Buried underneath all the others
No one knows, where I am
We don’t see
We don’t search
We make no attempt to find things we’ve lost
We don’t even realize what’s missing

Now let’s take a step back, how did I get here?
Was it because I was not loved?
Was it because I was loved too much?
Maybe I wasn’t the right fit
Maybe I was too soft or too blue
Maybe I was just a bit, too clingy

I was too attached
I forgot what it was like to not have
But then I realized, I was just one half
Where were you
When I was laying still on the floor, waiting to be found
Waiting to be picked up
Where were you
When I was left alone for all those nights
Do you think you might, of forgotten me?
You weren’t there

You weren’t there, but you told yourself that you tried to find me
You told yourself that I was just hiding
You do a quick check, now look in your bag
You tear the room apart, searching
Your mind is racing, your heart is pounding
And you wonder, where is that, that I love so much

Time was moving so fast,
I could no longer focus on what was in front of me
The words we shared, now scrambled all over my page
The ones I was looking for, the ones I craved
“I love you..” is what the sock said, the one you lost
But you left something behind
Something that mattered
Something that couldn’t be replaced
Some things just can’t be replaced

But if certain things can’t be replaced,
then how is it that you managed to lose me
How is it that I’ve found myself in the dark,
surrounded by 4 plastic walls

I think about you, sitting in that faint and forgotten corner
Everyday people racing past you
Talking as if you aren’t there
Acting as if the most important thing in the world
is the new, of what you used to be
Not leaving you enough time to say, I’m lost

But am I lost?
I’m here, beside the hat with the red rose,
the one that no one chose
Beside they grey sweatshirt that kept one warm,
after they got home from a storm
I’m not lost, I’m just not found, yet

There’s no telling how long it could take
For you to come around
Realize what has been lost
Realize what has been found
I can’t explain and I can’t complain
Why I was lost

It’s not you, its me
But now that I’m here
What am I supposed to do?
I can’t put the blame on you
All that I can do, is improve

Of course i’ll continue day by day
Sitting here waiting to be found
Even though I’m not so sure that your still around
But there’s no need for you
It’s just too late
But that is okay
Because at some point sitting enclosed in this box, waiting for you
I can conclude, that because of you, there’s no need to be found

Fahrenheit 451 Reflection

For this presentation I was in a group with Krista, Katia, Yulie and Brad, our section started on P. 54 “Mildred fidgeted.” and ended on P. 62 “I don’t think you realize how important you are, we are, to our happy world as it stands now.” As the discussion director, I made 7 questions for our section that varied in difficulty along with my answers to these questions, which were included in the sway presentation that everyone contributed to. During the presentation I asked my questions with a little bit of given context first, and discussed the answers with the class. I also assisted Krista in presenting the literary luminary role.

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In this article, the authors tells us how he has been able to come to a guiding principal of believing in discomfort while preparing for a week long biking trip in the Rocky Mountains. The author portrays how to live life to its fullest, you can’t always be comfortable. As he was getting ready for the biking trip, he tells us how he was trying to pack clothing that would suit all the weather conditions that he was about to experience. His wife tells him that he will simply not always be comfortable every minute he is there. Changing his focus point from comfort, he has an amazing trip after all of the hard work to get to the top of the mountain. I was interested in this article because of the title. When I read that it was titled Discomfort, I had a feeling that the moral of this essay was having to do with how sometimes you have to experience discomfort in life in order to fulfill your experiences. I liked how the author starts off by revealing what he means by discomfort; by saying that the reason he wears ties it not just because he cares about his appearance, but because after experiencing the discomfort, he is able to experience comfort. When he says this, he makes it clear to the reader that his moral is not about whether our chair is in the right position or our pillows are made of memory foam. This article connects to the human condition in the way that we make choices based on what we are comfortable with doing everyday. Sometimes we chose to do what we are comfortable with, even if the option that will cause discomfort will better us in the long run.

See a Penny, Pick it Up…

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In this essay, the author compares pennies that she finds on the ground to her life experiences and the people she has met along the journey. She portrays how even though not all of the pennies are pretty or aesthetically pleasing, we shouldn’t take these moments and turn them into negative forces. Every penny, every event, every person we meet along our journey is going to reveal new experiences whether they’re good or bad, this is what makes us who we are. This essay is interesting to me because as I was reading it, the content really opened my eyes to see that there is more to life than wonderful experiences. This essay opens up your eyes to see the reality, and I like how the author keeps an optimistic attitude throughout the essay. As I was reading some of her experiences that she used as examples, I was able to connect them to some of my own experiences that did not end up being ideal to me, which really drew me into the essay. I also thought to myself how I could look back on some of those experiences and turn them into learning experiences rather than just bumps in the road.


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