Tuesday, November 8, 2011

November 8

JOURNAL TOPIC: ["Teach Your Children Well" by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young; "I Walk the Line" by Johnny Cash; "Pacheco Pass" by Liz Story]

We've given a lot of attention to epic heroes, contemporary protagonists and role models. What kind of a hero/protagonist/role model are you? To whom? Are you aware of the impact you have on others? Does this play a role in your decision-making process and/or your relationships? How might it influence your thinking-- and how others see you-- in the future?

1. Journal
2. Writers' conferences
3. Groups: comb AP materials [EXIT TICKET: 5 needs/5 lessons]

1. Post an AP Exam-worthy essay to your blog in which you describe how Hamlet's use of language differentiates him from epic heroes such as Beowulf. Support your analysis with three textual examples (you may use your textbook and/or Hamlet; even though you already know it by heart I'm including the "To be, or not to be" soliloquy below)

To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.


  1. Matt Sagisi was unable to complete his essay because he was unable to access the internet.

  2. Thanks Gary, please remind Matt he can turn in a hard copy tomorrow for on-time credit.