How often do you play tennis?a. On Tuesday.b. For two hours.c. Almost every day.d. With John.AnswerC
Where do you usually eat lunch?a. Sandwich.b. With Jane.c. At 12:00.d. In the cafeteria.AnswerD
How long did you study last night?a. With Bob.b. In my room.c. English.d. For three hours.AnswerD
What kind of novels do you like?a. Yes, I do.b. I like spy novels.AnswerB
What kind of work do you do?a. I work every day.b. I'm a piano teacher.c. I worked for two hours.AnswerB
How many hours a day do you watch TV?a. About two hours.b. In my living room.c. I watch the news.d. On Tuesday.AnswerA
What is your busiest day of the week?a. In the morning.b. Every day.c. Tuesday.d. Last week.AnswerC
My mother is a good cook.a. I agree with you.b. I agree you.c. I agree to you.d. I agree for you.AnswerA
What does "TV" mean?a. For one hour.b. Yesc. Television.d. For one hour.e. On Friday.AnswerC
How do you spell "dog"?a. Nob. D-O-Gc. Nod. I don'te. Cat.f. I have one dog.AnswerB
What did you do yesterday?a. I am swimming.b. I swim.c. I will swim.d. I swam.AnswerD
What do you like to drink?a. Coffee.b. Saturday evening.c. Two.d. With my friends.AnswerA
What did you eat last night?a. At six.b. Spaghetti.c. With my family.d. At home.AnswerB
What are you doing?a. I'm eating.b. I ate.c. I will be eating.d. I have eaten.AnswerA
What will you do this afternoon?a. I play soccer.b. I played soccer.c. I'll play soccer.d. I was playing soccer.AnswerC
It seems to me that most restaurants are too expensive?a. I don't think it.b. I don't think.c. I don't think so.AnswerC
Where's Mike?a. At school.b. At eight.c. For three hours.d. No, he isn't.AnswerA
Where do you do your homework?a. With John.b. In the evening.c. About one hour.d. Every day.e. At home.AnswerE
When did you go to that restaurant?a. Spaghetti.b. With Jane.c. Last night.d. About 30 minutes.AnswerC
When was the last time you took a picture?a. A picture of Jane.b. Seven pictures.c. About four days ago.d. With my camera.AnswerC
What were you doing last night at 7:00?a. I sleep.b. I slept.c. I will be sleeping.d. I was sleeping.AnswerD
When will you mail that letter?a. Last night.b. To Jane.c. After school.AnswerC
What are you going to do after dinner?a. I took a bathb. I'll take a bath.c. I take a bath.AnswerB
How long have you been playing the trumpet?a. About 50 cm.b. For four years.c. In my room.d. By myself.AnswerB
How many hours a day do you sleep?a. I have slept 7 hours.b. I am sleeping 7 hours.c. I slept 7 hours.d. I sleep 7 hours.AnswerD
How often do you write letters?a. Two pages.b. Two times a week.c. Two people.d. Two hours.AnswerB
Where can I buy beer?a. When you are twenty years old.b. About two bottles.c. With Jane.d. At a liquor store.AnswerD
What's your favorite sport?a. Swim.b. Swimming.AnswerB
When was the last time you went shopping?a. Yesterday.b. Tomorrow.c. Near the Station.AnswerA
How often do you speak on the telephone?a. At least once a day.b. In the evening?c. For about 30 minutes.AnswerA
How many times have you gone camping?a. Three people.b. Three days.c. Three times.AnswerC
When's your birthday?a. November two.b. November twice.c. November second.AnswerC
Where are you from?a. New York.b. 1982.c. At school.AnswerA
How do you get to school?a. With train.b. In train.c. By train.AnswerC
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Setting and Mood"Setting refers to the environment, the physical place and time, in which the story takes place. Character and Psychology"The characters are the people that are in the story. Character, characterization A character is a person presented in a dramatic or narrative work, and characterization is the process by which a writer makes that character seem real to the reader. A hero or heroine, often called the protagonist, is the central character who engages the reader’s interest and empathy. The antagonist is the character, force, or collection of forces that stands directly opposed to the protagonist and gives rise to the conflict of the story. A static character does not change throughout the work, and the reader’s knowledge of that character does not grow, whereas a dynamic character undergoes some kind of change because of the action in the plot. A flat character embodies one or two qualities, ideas, or traits that can be readily described in a brief summary. They are not psychologically complex characters and therefore are readily accessible to readers. Some flat characters are recognized as stock characters; they embody stereotypes such as the "dumb blonde" or the "mean stepfather." They become types rather than individuals. Round characters are more complex than flat or stock characters, and often display the inconsistencies and internal conflicts found in most real people. They are more fully developed, and therefore are harder to summarize. Authors have two major methods of presenting characters: showing and telling. Showing allows the author to present a character talking and acting, and lets the reader infer what kind of person the character is. In telling, the author intervenes to describe and sometimes evaluate the character for the reader. Characters can be convincing whether they are presented by showing or by telling, as long as their actions are motivated. Motivated action by the characters occurs when the reader or audience is offered reasons for how the characters behave, what they say, and the decisions they make. Plausible action is action by a character in a story that seems reasonable, given the motivations presented" (Meyer). "In some works characters possess a psychological complexity resembling our own. Hamlet, for instance, is one of literature's most psychologically complex characters" (Jacobus 69). "Characterization is the method used by a writer to develop a character. The method includes (1) showing the character's appearance, (2) displaying the character's actions, (3) revealing the character's thoughts, (4) letting the character speak, and (5) getting the reactions of others" (Nellen Literary Terms).Plot and Narrative Structure"An author’s selection and arrangement of incidents in a story to shape the action and give the story a particular focus. Discussions of plot include not just what happens, but also how and why things happen the way they do. Stories that are written in a pyramidal pattern divide the plot into three essential parts. The first part is the rising action, in which complication creates some sort of conflict for the protagonist. The second part is the climax, the moment of greatest emotional tension in a narrative, usually marking a turning point in the plot at which the rising action reverses to become the falling action. The third part, the falling action (or resolution) is characterized by diminishing tensions and the resolution of the plot’s conflicts and complications" (Meyer).Irony and Tone"Some stories are meant to be ironic: they say one thing, but mean another. You recognize irony by observing the language in which the story is told. In a few cases, you may not be able to tell whether the writer is being sincere or ironic. [...] The tone of a story may reveal an author's attitude toward characters or the values. The tone of these stories suggests sympathy for the characters. In some stories the tone is judgmental; in others it is neutral" (Jacobus 69).
Monday, September 20
Begin answering the questions
1. What does North Hills need that it doesn't have? bowling alley, park, more shopping malls? why?
2. If love were a real, tangible object that you can see and physically hold/touch, what would that object be? Why?
3. New law: texting is now forbidden. You have one text message left.What would it say and who would you send it to? Why?
4. Stuck on a deserted island? Too bad. We'll give you three wishes. you can't leave! Sorry! What are they and why? Also, what three songs would you take with you?
5. Imagine the 1970s...describe it to me. Also, do you feel a connection to a decade for any particularly unusual reason? What is it?
6. As a student in high school, what do you think about the educational system? What would you keep and what would you change? Why
Begin answering the questions
1. What does North Hills need that it doesn't have? bowling alley, park, more shopping malls? why?
2. If love were a real, tangible object that you can see and physically hold/touch, what would that object be? Why?
3. New law: texting is now forbidden. You have one text message left.What would it say and who would you send it to? Why?
4. Stuck on a deserted island? Too bad. We'll give you three wishes. you can't leave! Sorry! What are they and why? Also, what three songs would you take with you?
5. Imagine the 1970s...describe it to me. Also, do you feel a connection to a decade for any particularly unusual reason? What is it?
6. As a student in high school, what do you think about the educational system? What would you keep and what would you change? Why
Monday, September 13, 2010
III. No One At the BridgeCrying back to consciousnessThe coldness grips my skinThe sky is pitching violentlyDrawn by shrieking windsSeaspray blurs my visionWaves roll by so fastSave my ship of freedomI'm lashed helpless to the mastRemembering when first I heldThe wheel in my own handsI took the helm so eagerlyAnd sailed for distant landsBut now the sea's too heavyAnd I just...I just don't understandWhy must my crew desert me?When I need...I need a guiding hand...Call out for directionAnd there's no one there to steerShout out for salvationBut there's no one there to hearCry out supplicationFor the maelstrom is nearScream out desperationBut no one cares to hear
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Different Strings
Who's come to slay the dragon?Come to watch him fall?Making arrows out of pointed words,Giant killers at the call?Too much fuss and bother,Too much contradiction and confusion.Peel away the mystery,Here's a clue to some real motivation.ChorusAll there really is,The two of usAnd we both know why we've come along.Nothing to explain,It's a part of usTo be found within a song.What happened to our innocence,Did it go out of style?Along with our naiveteNo longer a child.Different eyes see different things,Different hearts beat on different strings.But there are timesFor you and me, when all such things agree
Who's come to slay the dragon?Come to watch him fall?Making arrows out of pointed words,Giant killers at the call?Too much fuss and bother,Too much contradiction and confusion.Peel away the mystery,Here's a clue to some real motivation.ChorusAll there really is,The two of usAnd we both know why we've come along.Nothing to explain,It's a part of usTo be found within a song.What happened to our innocence,Did it go out of style?Along with our naiveteNo longer a child.Different eyes see different things,Different hearts beat on different strings.But there are timesFor you and me, when all such things agree
Red Barchetta
My uncle has a country placeThat no one knows about.He says it used to be a farmBefore the Motor Law.And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,And hop the Turbine FreightTo far outside the WireWhere my white-haired uncle waits.Jump to the groundAs the Turbo slows to cross the borderline.Run like the windAs excitement shivers up and down my spine.Down in his barnMy uncle preserved for me an old machineFor fifty-odd years.To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.I strip away the old debrisThat hides a shining car:A brilliant red BarchettaFrom a better vanished time.We fire up the willing engineResponding with a roar.Tires spitting gravel,I commit my weekly crime.WindIn my hairShifting and driftingMechanical musicAdrenaline surge...Well-weathered leather,Hot metal and oil,The scented country air.Sunlight on chrome,The blur of the landscape,Every nerve aware.Suddenly ahead of meAcross the mountainsideA gleaming alloy air-carShoots towards me, two lanes wide.I spin around with shrieking tiresTo run the deadly raceGo screaming through the valleyAs another joins the chase.Drive like the windStraining the limits of machine and man.Laughing out loud with fear and hopeI've got a desperate plan.At the one-lane bridgeI leave the giants stranded at the riverside.Race back to the farmTo dream with my uncle at the fireside.
My uncle has a country placeThat no one knows about.He says it used to be a farmBefore the Motor Law.And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,And hop the Turbine FreightTo far outside the WireWhere my white-haired uncle waits.Jump to the groundAs the Turbo slows to cross the borderline.Run like the windAs excitement shivers up and down my spine.Down in his barnMy uncle preserved for me an old machineFor fifty-odd years.To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.I strip away the old debrisThat hides a shining car:A brilliant red BarchettaFrom a better vanished time.We fire up the willing engineResponding with a roar.Tires spitting gravel,I commit my weekly crime.WindIn my hairShifting and driftingMechanical musicAdrenaline surge...Well-weathered leather,Hot metal and oil,The scented country air.Sunlight on chrome,The blur of the landscape,Every nerve aware.Suddenly ahead of meAcross the mountainsideA gleaming alloy air-carShoots towards me, two lanes wide.I spin around with shrieking tiresTo run the deadly raceGo screaming through the valleyAs another joins the chase.Drive like the windStraining the limits of machine and man.Laughing out loud with fear and hopeI've got a desperate plan.At the one-lane bridgeI leave the giants stranded at the riverside.Race back to the farmTo dream with my uncle at the fireside.
Learning to Fly
Into the distance, a ribbon of blackStretched to the point of no turning backA flight of fancy on a windswept fieldStanding alone my senses reelA fatal attraction is holding me fastHow can I escape this irresistible grasp?Can't keep my eyes from the circling skyTongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, IIce is forming on the tips of my wingsUnheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everythingNo navigator to find my way homeUnladen, empty and turned to stoneA soul in tension, that's learning to flyCondition grounded but determined to tryCan't keep my eyes from the circling skiesTongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, IAbove the planet on a wing and a prayer,My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty airAcross the clouds I see my shadow flyOut of the corner of my watering eyeA dream unthreatened by the morning lightCould blow this soul right through the roof of the nightThere's no sensation to compare with thisSuspended animation, a state of blissCan't keep my mind from the circling skiesTongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit,
Into the distance, a ribbon of blackStretched to the point of no turning backA flight of fancy on a windswept fieldStanding alone my senses reelA fatal attraction is holding me fastHow can I escape this irresistible grasp?Can't keep my eyes from the circling skyTongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, IIce is forming on the tips of my wingsUnheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everythingNo navigator to find my way homeUnladen, empty and turned to stoneA soul in tension, that's learning to flyCondition grounded but determined to tryCan't keep my eyes from the circling skiesTongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, IAbove the planet on a wing and a prayer,My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty airAcross the clouds I see my shadow flyOut of the corner of my watering eyeA dream unthreatened by the morning lightCould blow this soul right through the roof of the nightThere's no sensation to compare with thisSuspended animation, a state of blissCan't keep my mind from the circling skiesTongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit,
Eleanor Rigby
Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has beenLives in a dreamWaits at the windowWearing a face she keeps in a jar by the doorWho is it for?All the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?Father McKenzieWriting the words of a sermon that no one will hearNo one comes nearLook at him workingDarning his socks in the night when there's nobody thereWhat does he care?All the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her nameNobody cameFather McKenzieWiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the graveNo one was savedAll the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has beenLives in a dreamWaits at the windowWearing a face she keeps in a jar by the doorWho is it for?All the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?Father McKenzieWriting the words of a sermon that no one will hearNo one comes nearLook at him workingDarning his socks in the night when there's nobody thereWhat does he care?All the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her nameNobody cameFather McKenzieWiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the graveNo one was savedAll the lonely people, where do they all come from?All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
fixin a hole
it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right Where I belong.
Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door.
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go
Where I belong I'm right Where I belong.
Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door.
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go
Im fixin a hole
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wanderingWhere it will goI'm filling the cracks that ran through the doorAnd kept my mind from wanderingWhere it will goAnd it really doesn't matter if I'm wrongI'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong.See the people standing there who disagree and never winAnd wonder why they don't get in my door.I'm painting the room in a colourful wayAnd when my mind is wanderingThere I will go.And it really doesn't matter ifI'm wrong I'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong.Silly people run around they worry meAnd never ask me why they don't get past my door.I'm taking the time for a number of thingsThat weren't important yesterdayAnd I still go.I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wanderingWhere it will go.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wanderingWhere it will goI'm filling the cracks that ran through the doorAnd kept my mind from wanderingWhere it will goAnd it really doesn't matter if I'm wrongI'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong.See the people standing there who disagree and never winAnd wonder why they don't get in my door.I'm painting the room in a colourful wayAnd when my mind is wanderingThere I will go.And it really doesn't matter ifI'm wrong I'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong.Silly people run around they worry meAnd never ask me why they don't get past my door.I'm taking the time for a number of thingsThat weren't important yesterdayAnd I still go.I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wanderingWhere it will go.
You Never Give Me Your Money
You never give me your moneyYou only give me your funny paperand in the middle of negotiationsyou break downI never give you my numberI only give you my situationand in the middle of investigationI break downOut of college, money spentSee no future, pay no rentAll the money's gone, nowhere to goAny jobber got the sackMonday morning, turning backYellow lorry slow, nowhere to goBut oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to goOh, that magic feelingNowhere to goNowhere to goOne sweet dreamPick up the bags and get in the limousineSoon we'll be away from hereStep on the gas and wipe that tear awayOne sweet dream came true... todayCame true... todayCame true... today...yes it didOne two three four five six seven,All good children go to Heaven
1st interpretation
This is about ambitious and creative youths that has been forced into an ordinary life. Taking different daytime jobs witch never give them peace of mind(Any jobber got the sack Monday morning, turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go).Artistic people with dreams that has so much to give but nowhere to put it(oh that magic feeling nowhere to go)And then finally the conclusion of the persons dreams, quit your job stop moarning your ordinary life and live it (One sweet dream Pick up the bags and get in the limousine Soon we'll be away from here Step on the gas and wipe that tear away One sweet dream came true... Today)
2nd interpretation
Sounds to me like it's about poor youth that have nowhere to go cause they have no home, no job or school to attend.. funny paper is money, but not real money. like the $, legal tender but not backed by anything with real value the magic feeling I imagine is the feeling you get when you have nothing to lose.. any politician will tell you that's a very dangerous state of mind to be in (especially if the politician likes to stay in power).. other people claim that's when your truly free..
You never give me your moneyYou only give me your funny paperand in the middle of negotiationsyou break downI never give you my numberI only give you my situationand in the middle of investigationI break downOut of college, money spentSee no future, pay no rentAll the money's gone, nowhere to goAny jobber got the sackMonday morning, turning backYellow lorry slow, nowhere to goBut oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to goOh, that magic feelingNowhere to goNowhere to goOne sweet dreamPick up the bags and get in the limousineSoon we'll be away from hereStep on the gas and wipe that tear awayOne sweet dream came true... todayCame true... todayCame true... today...yes it didOne two three four five six seven,All good children go to Heaven
1st interpretation
This is about ambitious and creative youths that has been forced into an ordinary life. Taking different daytime jobs witch never give them peace of mind(Any jobber got the sack Monday morning, turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go).Artistic people with dreams that has so much to give but nowhere to put it(oh that magic feeling nowhere to go)And then finally the conclusion of the persons dreams, quit your job stop moarning your ordinary life and live it (One sweet dream Pick up the bags and get in the limousine Soon we'll be away from here Step on the gas and wipe that tear away One sweet dream came true... Today)
2nd interpretation
Sounds to me like it's about poor youth that have nowhere to go cause they have no home, no job or school to attend.. funny paper is money, but not real money. like the $, legal tender but not backed by anything with real value the magic feeling I imagine is the feeling you get when you have nothing to lose.. any politician will tell you that's a very dangerous state of mind to be in (especially if the politician likes to stay in power).. other people claim that's when your truly free..
analysis
I read that in this song George Harrison is complaining about British tax laws. Since they were from Northern England, they were considered "northerners". He is complaning that the only thing that matters, negatively, is that he is a northerner. Everything else, such as 'the chords he plays, the words he says' are irrelevant. He is being sarcastic. A significant amount of the Beatles earnings went to taxes, so I think this is what triggered his feelings of unfairness
fixing a hole
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wanderingWhere it will goI'm filling the cracks that ran through the doorAnd kept my mind from wanderingWhere it will goAnd it really doesn't matter if I'm wrongI'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong.See the people standing there who disagree and never winAnd wonder why they don't get in my door.I'm painting the room in a colourful wayAnd when my mind is wanderingThere I will go.And it really doesn't matter ifI'm wrong I'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong.Silly people run around they worry meAnd never ask me why they don't get past my door.I'm taking the time for a number of thingsThat weren't important yesterdayAnd I still go.I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wanderingWhere it will go
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wanderingWhere it will goI'm filling the cracks that ran through the doorAnd kept my mind from wanderingWhere it will goAnd it really doesn't matter if I'm wrongI'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong.See the people standing there who disagree and never winAnd wonder why they don't get in my door.I'm painting the room in a colourful wayAnd when my mind is wanderingThere I will go.And it really doesn't matter ifI'm wrong I'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong.Silly people run around they worry meAnd never ask me why they don't get past my door.I'm taking the time for a number of thingsThat weren't important yesterdayAnd I still go.I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wanderingWhere it will go
only a northern song
If you're listening to this songYou may think the chords are going wrongBut they're notHe just wrote it like thatWhen you're listening late at nightYou may think the band are not quite rightBut they are, They just play it like thatIt doesn't really matter what chords I playWhat words I say or time of day it isAs it's only a Northern song.It doesn't really matter what clothes I wearOr how I fare or if my hair is brownWhen it's only a Northern song.If you think the harmonyIs a little dark and out of keyYou're correct, Is nobody thereand I told you is no one there
If you're listening to this songYou may think the chords are going wrongBut they're notHe just wrote it like thatWhen you're listening late at nightYou may think the band are not quite rightBut they are, They just play it like thatIt doesn't really matter what chords I playWhat words I say or time of day it isAs it's only a Northern song.It doesn't really matter what clothes I wearOr how I fare or if my hair is brownWhen it's only a Northern song.If you think the harmonyIs a little dark and out of keyYou're correct, Is nobody thereand I told you is no one there
Duchess
Times were good,She never thought about the future, she just did what she wouldOh but she really caredAbout her music, it all seemed so important then,And she dreamed that every time that she performedEveryone would cry for more,That all she had to do was step into the light,And everyone would start to roar.And on the road,Where all but a few fall by the wayside on the grassier verge,She battled throughAgainst the others in her world, and the sleep, and the odds.But now everytime that she performedOh everybody cried for more,Soon all she had to do was step into the light,For everyone to start to roar.And all the people cried, you're the one we've waited for.Oh but time went byIt wasn't so easy now, all uphill, and not feeling so strong.Yes times were hard,Too much thinking 'bout the future and what people might want.And then there was the time that she performedWhen nobody called for moreAnd soon everytime she stepped into the light,They really let her know the score.But she dreamed of the times when she sang all her songsAnd everybody cried for more,When all she had to do was step into the lightFor everyone to start to roar.And all the people cried, you're the one we've waited for.
Times were good,She never thought about the future, she just did what she wouldOh but she really caredAbout her music, it all seemed so important then,And she dreamed that every time that she performedEveryone would cry for more,That all she had to do was step into the light,And everyone would start to roar.And on the road,Where all but a few fall by the wayside on the grassier verge,She battled throughAgainst the others in her world, and the sleep, and the odds.But now everytime that she performedOh everybody cried for more,Soon all she had to do was step into the light,For everyone to start to roar.And all the people cried, you're the one we've waited for.Oh but time went byIt wasn't so easy now, all uphill, and not feeling so strong.Yes times were hard,Too much thinking 'bout the future and what people might want.And then there was the time that she performedWhen nobody called for moreAnd soon everytime she stepped into the light,They really let her know the score.But she dreamed of the times when she sang all her songsAnd everybody cried for more,When all she had to do was step into the lightFor everyone to start to roar.And all the people cried, you're the one we've waited for.
Guide Vocal
I am the one who guided you this far,
All you know and all you feel.
Nobody must know my nameFor nobody would understand,
And you kill what you fear.
I call you for I must leave,You're on your own until the end.
There was a choice but now it's gone,
I said you wouldn't understand,
Take what's yours and be damned.
I am the one who guided you this far,
All you know and all you feel.
Nobody must know my nameFor nobody would understand,
And you kill what you fear.
I call you for I must leave,You're on your own until the end.
There was a choice but now it's gone,
I said you wouldn't understand,
Take what's yours and be damned.
Heathhaze
Genesis started life as a progressive rock band, in the manner of Yes and King Crimson, before a series of membership changes brought about a transformation in their sound, into one of the most successful pop/rock bands of the 1980s and 1990s. In addition, the group has provided a launching pad for the superstardom of members Peter Gabriel and Phil Collins, and star solo careers for members Tony Banks, Michael Rutherford, and Steve Hackett. Their roots go back to 1965 and a pair of rival groups, the Garden Wall and the Anon, formed by students at the Charterhouse School in Godalming, Surrey. They merged, with the result that 15-year-olds Peter Gabriel, Tony Banks, and Michael Rutherford joined with 14-year-old Anthony Phillips, calling themselves the New Anon and recording a six-song demo featuring songs primarily written by Rutherford and Phillips.________________________________________No cloud, a sleepy calm,Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze,And trees with rustling leaves,Only endless days without a care,Nothing must be done.Silent as a day can be,Far-off sounds of others on their chosen runAs they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,Even if they're dull.It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real worldAs revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe trees will lose their withered leaves,I just can't seem to let them loose.And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.Now the light is fading fast,Chances slip away, a time will come to passWhen there'll be none,Then addicted to a perfumed poison,Betrayed by its aftertaste,Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own.Beware the fisherman who's casting out his lineInto a dried up river bed,But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you.Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way.I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe trees will lose their withered leaves,I just can't seem to let them loose.And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
No cloud, a sleepy calm,Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze,And trees with rustling leaves,Only endless days without a care,Nothing must be done.Silent as a day can be,Far-off sounds of others on their chosen runAs they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,Even if they're dull.It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real worldAs revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe trees will lose their withered leaves,I just can't seem to let them loose.And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.Now the light is fading fast,Chances slip away, a time will come to passWhen there'll be none,Then addicted to a perfumed poison,Betrayed by its aftertaste,Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own.Beware the fisherman who's casting out his lineInto a dried up river bed,But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you.Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way.I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe trees will lose their withered leaves,I just can't seem to let them loose.And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
Genesis started life as a progressive rock band, in the manner of Yes and King Crimson, before a series of membership changes brought about a transformation in their sound, into one of the most successful pop/rock bands of the 1980s and 1990s. In addition, the group has provided a launching pad for the superstardom of members Peter Gabriel and Phil Collins, and star solo careers for members Tony Banks, Michael Rutherford, and Steve Hackett. Their roots go back to 1965 and a pair of rival groups, the Garden Wall and the Anon, formed by students at the Charterhouse School in Godalming, Surrey. They merged, with the result that 15-year-olds Peter Gabriel, Tony Banks, and Michael Rutherford joined with 14-year-old Anthony Phillips, calling themselves the New Anon and recording a six-song demo featuring songs primarily written by Rutherford and Phillips.________________________________________No cloud, a sleepy calm,Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze,And trees with rustling leaves,Only endless days without a care,Nothing must be done.Silent as a day can be,Far-off sounds of others on their chosen runAs they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,Even if they're dull.It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real worldAs revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe trees will lose their withered leaves,I just can't seem to let them loose.And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.Now the light is fading fast,Chances slip away, a time will come to passWhen there'll be none,Then addicted to a perfumed poison,Betrayed by its aftertaste,Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own.Beware the fisherman who's casting out his lineInto a dried up river bed,But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you.Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way.I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe trees will lose their withered leaves,I just can't seem to let them loose.And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
No cloud, a sleepy calm,Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze,And trees with rustling leaves,Only endless days without a care,Nothing must be done.Silent as a day can be,Far-off sounds of others on their chosen runAs they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,Even if they're dull.It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real worldAs revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe trees will lose their withered leaves,I just can't seem to let them loose.And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.Now the light is fading fast,Chances slip away, a time will come to passWhen there'll be none,Then addicted to a perfumed poison,Betrayed by its aftertaste,Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own.Beware the fisherman who's casting out his lineInto a dried up river bed,But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you.Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way.I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereasThe trees will lose their withered leaves,I just can't seem to let them loose.And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
Example Resume
5500 Owensmouth Unit115
Woodland Hills, Ca 91367
818-400-8119
Andre Janian
Objective
To further advance my professional goals as an instructor of education.
Experience
2001-Present James Monroe High School North Hills, CA
English Language Arts Teacher
· SLC Engineering Language Arts teacher.
· Coordinated Freshman Curriculum Map Lesson Plans for new students.
· Coordinated/Conducted Educational Instructional Video for LAUSD.
· Designed Curriculum Maps for WASC study groups.
1998-2001 Hoover High School Glendale, CA
Language Arts Teacher
· ESL Instructor for level three/four coursework.
· Taught Special Education and General Secondary English.
· Coordinated “Camp Fox” For At-Risk Students.
· Implemented training course for new teachers.
1992-1997 John Burroughs High School Burbank, CA
Special Education Instructor
· Taught Special Education.
· Developed CBI (Community Based Instruction) planning for the Special Education Department.
· Coached Special Olympics with Coach Gary Bernardi from 1992-1996.
Education
1990-1995 Cal State University, Northridge Northridge, CA
· B.A., English Language Arts, emphasis Literature, 1992
· Secondary Education English Credential, 1995
· CLAD completed; Credential Renewed to June, 2011.
Interests
Football, Poetry, Reading, Linguistics
Real Estate, Poetry, Business, Football, and Camping.
5500 Owensmouth Unit115
Woodland Hills, Ca 91367
818-400-8119
Andre Janian
Objective
To further advance my professional goals as an instructor of education.
Experience
2001-Present James Monroe High School North Hills, CA
English Language Arts Teacher
· SLC Engineering Language Arts teacher.
· Coordinated Freshman Curriculum Map Lesson Plans for new students.
· Coordinated/Conducted Educational Instructional Video for LAUSD.
· Designed Curriculum Maps for WASC study groups.
1998-2001 Hoover High School Glendale, CA
Language Arts Teacher
· ESL Instructor for level three/four coursework.
· Taught Special Education and General Secondary English.
· Coordinated “Camp Fox” For At-Risk Students.
· Implemented training course for new teachers.
1992-1997 John Burroughs High School Burbank, CA
Special Education Instructor
· Taught Special Education.
· Developed CBI (Community Based Instruction) planning for the Special Education Department.
· Coached Special Olympics with Coach Gary Bernardi from 1992-1996.
Education
1990-1995 Cal State University, Northridge Northridge, CA
· B.A., English Language Arts, emphasis Literature, 1992
· Secondary Education English Credential, 1995
· CLAD completed; Credential Renewed to June, 2011.
Interests
Football, Poetry, Reading, Linguistics
Real Estate, Poetry, Business, Football, and Camping.
· CONJUNCTIONS AND PREPOSITIONS: THE DNA OF SENTENCES.
· WITHOUT THEM, WRITING WOULD LACK COHESIVENESS AND DIRECTION. WITHOUT A CANVAS, THERE CANT BE A PAINTING; WITHOUT A MECHANICAL SEAL, THERE WOULD BE NO PISTON. CONJUNTIONS LINK WHILE PREPOSITIONS DIRECT THE SUBJECT.SPECIFICALLY, A
· Preposition is a word that relates a noun or pronoun to another word in a sentence. "The dog sat under the tree"
· COMMON PREOSITION THAT IDENTIFY TIME, PLACE AND LOCATION OF THE SUBJECT
about
behind
from
on
toward
above
below
in
on top of
under
across
beneath
in front of
onto
underneath
after
beside
inside
out of
until
against
between
instead of
outside
up
along
by
into
over
upon
among
down
like
past
with
around
during
near
since
within
at
except
of
through
without
before
for
off
to
·
· A BRIEF EXPLANATION OF CONJUNCTIONS
· A conjunction is a word that links words, phrases, or clauses. There are three types of conjunctions: coordinating conjunctions, correlative conjunctions, and subordinating conjunctions. Coordinating conjunctions may join single words, or they may join groups of words, but they must always join similar elements: e.g. subject+subject, verb phrase+verb phrase, sentence+sentence. When a coordinating conjunction is used to join elements, the element becomes a compound element. Correlative conjunctions also connect sentence elements of the same kind: however, unlike coordinating conjunctions, correlative conjunctions are always used in pairs. Subordinating conjunctions, the largest class of conjunctions, connect subordinate clauses to a main clause. These conjunctions are adverbs used as conjunctions.
· The following tables show examples of the various types of conjunctions and some sample sentences using the conjunctions. Since coordinating conjunctions and correlative conjunctions are closed sets of words, all are included in the list. Subordinating conjunctions are a larger class of words; therefore, only a few of the more common ones are included in this list.
·
· COORDINATING CONJUNCTIONS
F
A
N
B
O
Y
S
for
and
nor
but
or
yet
so
· An easy way to remember these six conjunctions is to think of the word FANBOYS. Each of the letters in this somewhat unlikely word is the first letter of one of the coordinating conjunctions. Remember, when using a conjunction to join two sentences, use a comma before the conjunction.
·
·
· EXAMPLES AND SENTENCES
· COORDINATING CONJUNCTIONS
CONJUNCTION
WHAT IS LINKED
SAMPLE SENTENCES
and
noun phrase+noun phrase
We have tickets for the symphony and the opera.
but
sentence+sentence
The orchestra rehearses on Tuesday, but the chorus rehearses on Wednesday.
or
verb+verb
Have you seen or heard the opera by Scott Joplin?
so
sentence+sentence
I wanted to sit in the front of the balcony, so I ordered my tickets early.
· CORRELATIVE CONJUNCTIONS
both...and
not only...but also
either...or
neither...nor
whether...or
· Remember, correlative conjunctions are always used in pairs. They join similar elements.When joining singular and plural subjects, the subject closest to the verb determines whether the verb is singular or plural.
· EXAMPLES AND SENTENCES
· CORRELATIVE CONJUNCTIONS
CONJUNCTIONS
WHAT IS LINKED
SAMPLE SENTENCE
both...and
subject+subject
Both my sister and my brother play the piano.
either...or
noun+noun
Tonight's program is either Mozart or Beethoven.
neither...nor
subject+subject
Neither the orchestra nor the chorus was able to overcome the terrible acoustics in the church
not only...but also
sentence+sentence
Not only does Sue raise money for the symphony, but she also ushers at all of their concerts.
·
· SUBORDINATING CONJUNCTIONS
TIME
CAUSE + EFFECT
OPPOSITION
CONDITION
after
because
although
if
before
since
though
unless
when
now that
even though
only if
while
as
whereas
whether or not
since
in order that
while
even if
until
so
in case (that)
· Subordinating conjunctions, (subordinators) are most important in creating subordinating clauses. These adverbs that act like conjunctions are placed at the front of the clause. The adverbial clause can come either before or after the main clause. Subordinators are usually a single word, but there are also a number of multi-word subordinators that function like a single subordinating conjunction. They can be classified according to their use in regard to time, cause and effect, opposition, or condition. Remember, put a comma at the end of the adverbial phrase when it precedes the main clause.
· EXAMPLES AND SENTENCES
· SUBORDINATING CONJUNCTIONS
CONJUNCTION
SAMPLE SENTENCE
after
We are going out to eat after we finish taking the test.
since
Since we have lived in Atlanta, we have gone to every exhibit at the High Musuem.
while
While I was waiting in line for the Matisse Exhibit, I ate my lunch.
although
Although the line was long and the wait over two hours, the exhibit was well worth it
even if
Even if you have already bought your ticket, you will still need to wait in line.
because
I love Matisse's works because he uses color so brilliantly
· PARTS OF SPEECH: TRACK 5
· Objects and Complements
· Objects
· A verb may be followed by an object that completes the verb's meaning. Two kinds of objects follow verbs: direct objects and indirect objects. To determine if a verb has a direct object, isolate the verb and make it into a question by placing "whom?" or "what?" after it. The answer, if there is one, is the direct object:
· Direct Object
· The advertising executive drove a flashy red Porsche.
· Direct Object
· Her secret admirer gave her a bouquet of flowers.
· The second sentence above also contains an indirect object. An indirect object (which, like a direct object, is always a noun or pronoun) is, in a sense, the recipient of the direct object. To determine if a verb has an indirect object, isolate the verb and ask to whom?, to what?, for whom?, or for what? after it. The answer is the indirect object.
· Not all verbs are followed by objects. Consider the verbs in the following sentences:
· The guest speaker rose from her chair to protest.
· After work, Randy usually jogs around the canal.
· Transitive and Intransitive Verbs
· Verbs that take objects are known as transitive verbs. Verbs not followed by objects are called intransitive verbs.
· Some verbs can be either transitive verbs or intransitive verbs, depending on the context:
· Direct Object
· I hope the Senators win the next game.
· No Direct Object
· Did we win?
· Subject Complements
· In addition to the transitive verb and the intransitive verb, there is a third kind of verb called a linking verb. The word (or phrase) which follows a linking verb is called not an object, but a subject complement.
· The most common linking verb is "be." Other linking verbs are "become," "seem," "appear," "feel," "grow," "look," "smell," "taste," and "sound," among others. Note that some of these are sometimes linking verbs, sometimes transitive verbs, or sometimes intransitive verbs, depending on how you use them:
· Linking verb with subject complement
· He was a radiologist before he became a full-time yoga instructor.
· Linking verb with subject complement
· Your homemade chili smells delicious.
· Transitive verb with direct object
· I can't smell anything with this terrible cold.
· Intransitive verb with no object
· The interior of the beautiful new Buick smells strongly of fish.
· Note that a subject complement can be either a noun ("radiologist", "instructor") or an adjective ("delicious").
· Object Complements
· (by David Megginson)
· An object complement is similar to a subject complement, except that (obviously) it modifies an object rather than a subject. Consider this example of a subject complement:
· The driver seems tired.
· In this case, as explained above, the adjective "tired" modifies the noun "driver," which is the subject of the sentence.
· Sometimes, however, the noun will be the object, as in the following example:
· I consider the driver tired.
· In this case, the noun "driver" is the direct object of the verb "consider," but the adjective "tired" is still acting as its complement.
· In general, verbs which have to do with perceiving, judging, or changing something can cause their direct objects to take an object complement:
· Paint it black.
· The judge ruled her out of order.
· I saw the Prime Minister sleeping.
· In every case, you could reconstruct the last part of the sentence into a sentence of its own using a subject complement: "it is black," "she is out of order," "the Prime Minister is sleeping."
·
·
· WITHOUT THEM, WRITING WOULD LACK COHESIVENESS AND DIRECTION. WITHOUT A CANVAS, THERE CANT BE A PAINTING; WITHOUT A MECHANICAL SEAL, THERE WOULD BE NO PISTON. CONJUNTIONS LINK WHILE PREPOSITIONS DIRECT THE SUBJECT.SPECIFICALLY, A
· Preposition is a word that relates a noun or pronoun to another word in a sentence. "The dog sat under the tree"
· COMMON PREOSITION THAT IDENTIFY TIME, PLACE AND LOCATION OF THE SUBJECT
about
behind
from
on
toward
above
below
in
on top of
under
across
beneath
in front of
onto
underneath
after
beside
inside
out of
until
against
between
instead of
outside
up
along
by
into
over
upon
among
down
like
past
with
around
during
near
since
within
at
except
of
through
without
before
for
off
to
·
· A BRIEF EXPLANATION OF CONJUNCTIONS
· A conjunction is a word that links words, phrases, or clauses. There are three types of conjunctions: coordinating conjunctions, correlative conjunctions, and subordinating conjunctions. Coordinating conjunctions may join single words, or they may join groups of words, but they must always join similar elements: e.g. subject+subject, verb phrase+verb phrase, sentence+sentence. When a coordinating conjunction is used to join elements, the element becomes a compound element. Correlative conjunctions also connect sentence elements of the same kind: however, unlike coordinating conjunctions, correlative conjunctions are always used in pairs. Subordinating conjunctions, the largest class of conjunctions, connect subordinate clauses to a main clause. These conjunctions are adverbs used as conjunctions.
· The following tables show examples of the various types of conjunctions and some sample sentences using the conjunctions. Since coordinating conjunctions and correlative conjunctions are closed sets of words, all are included in the list. Subordinating conjunctions are a larger class of words; therefore, only a few of the more common ones are included in this list.
·
· COORDINATING CONJUNCTIONS
F
A
N
B
O
Y
S
for
and
nor
but
or
yet
so
· An easy way to remember these six conjunctions is to think of the word FANBOYS. Each of the letters in this somewhat unlikely word is the first letter of one of the coordinating conjunctions. Remember, when using a conjunction to join two sentences, use a comma before the conjunction.
·
·
· EXAMPLES AND SENTENCES
· COORDINATING CONJUNCTIONS
CONJUNCTION
WHAT IS LINKED
SAMPLE SENTENCES
and
noun phrase+noun phrase
We have tickets for the symphony and the opera.
but
sentence+sentence
The orchestra rehearses on Tuesday, but the chorus rehearses on Wednesday.
or
verb+verb
Have you seen or heard the opera by Scott Joplin?
so
sentence+sentence
I wanted to sit in the front of the balcony, so I ordered my tickets early.
· CORRELATIVE CONJUNCTIONS
both...and
not only...but also
either...or
neither...nor
whether...or
· Remember, correlative conjunctions are always used in pairs. They join similar elements.When joining singular and plural subjects, the subject closest to the verb determines whether the verb is singular or plural.
· EXAMPLES AND SENTENCES
· CORRELATIVE CONJUNCTIONS
CONJUNCTIONS
WHAT IS LINKED
SAMPLE SENTENCE
both...and
subject+subject
Both my sister and my brother play the piano.
either...or
noun+noun
Tonight's program is either Mozart or Beethoven.
neither...nor
subject+subject
Neither the orchestra nor the chorus was able to overcome the terrible acoustics in the church
not only...but also
sentence+sentence
Not only does Sue raise money for the symphony, but she also ushers at all of their concerts.
·
· SUBORDINATING CONJUNCTIONS
TIME
CAUSE + EFFECT
OPPOSITION
CONDITION
after
because
although
if
before
since
though
unless
when
now that
even though
only if
while
as
whereas
whether or not
since
in order that
while
even if
until
so
in case (that)
· Subordinating conjunctions, (subordinators) are most important in creating subordinating clauses. These adverbs that act like conjunctions are placed at the front of the clause. The adverbial clause can come either before or after the main clause. Subordinators are usually a single word, but there are also a number of multi-word subordinators that function like a single subordinating conjunction. They can be classified according to their use in regard to time, cause and effect, opposition, or condition. Remember, put a comma at the end of the adverbial phrase when it precedes the main clause.
· EXAMPLES AND SENTENCES
· SUBORDINATING CONJUNCTIONS
CONJUNCTION
SAMPLE SENTENCE
after
We are going out to eat after we finish taking the test.
since
Since we have lived in Atlanta, we have gone to every exhibit at the High Musuem.
while
While I was waiting in line for the Matisse Exhibit, I ate my lunch.
although
Although the line was long and the wait over two hours, the exhibit was well worth it
even if
Even if you have already bought your ticket, you will still need to wait in line.
because
I love Matisse's works because he uses color so brilliantly
· PARTS OF SPEECH: TRACK 5
· Objects and Complements
· Objects
· A verb may be followed by an object that completes the verb's meaning. Two kinds of objects follow verbs: direct objects and indirect objects. To determine if a verb has a direct object, isolate the verb and make it into a question by placing "whom?" or "what?" after it. The answer, if there is one, is the direct object:
· Direct Object
· The advertising executive drove a flashy red Porsche.
· Direct Object
· Her secret admirer gave her a bouquet of flowers.
· The second sentence above also contains an indirect object. An indirect object (which, like a direct object, is always a noun or pronoun) is, in a sense, the recipient of the direct object. To determine if a verb has an indirect object, isolate the verb and ask to whom?, to what?, for whom?, or for what? after it. The answer is the indirect object.
· Not all verbs are followed by objects. Consider the verbs in the following sentences:
· The guest speaker rose from her chair to protest.
· After work, Randy usually jogs around the canal.
· Transitive and Intransitive Verbs
· Verbs that take objects are known as transitive verbs. Verbs not followed by objects are called intransitive verbs.
· Some verbs can be either transitive verbs or intransitive verbs, depending on the context:
· Direct Object
· I hope the Senators win the next game.
· No Direct Object
· Did we win?
· Subject Complements
· In addition to the transitive verb and the intransitive verb, there is a third kind of verb called a linking verb. The word (or phrase) which follows a linking verb is called not an object, but a subject complement.
· The most common linking verb is "be." Other linking verbs are "become," "seem," "appear," "feel," "grow," "look," "smell," "taste," and "sound," among others. Note that some of these are sometimes linking verbs, sometimes transitive verbs, or sometimes intransitive verbs, depending on how you use them:
· Linking verb with subject complement
· He was a radiologist before he became a full-time yoga instructor.
· Linking verb with subject complement
· Your homemade chili smells delicious.
· Transitive verb with direct object
· I can't smell anything with this terrible cold.
· Intransitive verb with no object
· The interior of the beautiful new Buick smells strongly of fish.
· Note that a subject complement can be either a noun ("radiologist", "instructor") or an adjective ("delicious").
· Object Complements
· (by David Megginson)
· An object complement is similar to a subject complement, except that (obviously) it modifies an object rather than a subject. Consider this example of a subject complement:
· The driver seems tired.
· In this case, as explained above, the adjective "tired" modifies the noun "driver," which is the subject of the sentence.
· Sometimes, however, the noun will be the object, as in the following example:
· I consider the driver tired.
· In this case, the noun "driver" is the direct object of the verb "consider," but the adjective "tired" is still acting as its complement.
· In general, verbs which have to do with perceiving, judging, or changing something can cause their direct objects to take an object complement:
· Paint it black.
· The judge ruled her out of order.
· I saw the Prime Minister sleeping.
· In every case, you could reconstruct the last part of the sentence into a sentence of its own using a subject complement: "it is black," "she is out of order," "the Prime Minister is sleeping."
·
·
Week One - English Language Lesson:10th grade
Standards:
1. Into KWL - Vocabulary - Historical -
2. through - mood, tone, contemplation, diction, voice
3. beyond- relationship of theme, argument, thesis, inference
4. into through beyond - metaphor, allusion, repetition, apostrophe
She Leaving Now
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day beginsSilently closing her bedroom doorLeaving the note that she hoped would say moreShe goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchiefQuietly turning the backdoor keyStepping outside she is free.She (We gave her most of our lives)is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)home (We gave her everything money could buy)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, byeFather snores as his wife gets into her dressing gownPicks up the letter that's lying thereStanding alone at the top of the stairsShe breaks down and cries to her husband Daddy our baby's goneWhy would she treat us so thoughtlesslyHow could she do this to me.She (We never thought of ourselves)is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, byeFriday morning at nine o'clock she is far awayWaiting to keep the appointment she madeMeeting a man from the motor trade.She (What did we do that was wrong)is having (We didn't know it was wrong)fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)Something inside that was always deniedFor so many years. Bye, byeShe's leaving home. Bye, bye
i'm looking through you
I'm looking through youWhere did you goI thought I knew youWhat did I knowYou don't look differentBut you have changedI'm looking through youYou're not the sameYour lips are movingI cannot hearYou voice is soothingBut the words aren't clearYou don't sound differentI've learned the gameI'm looking through youYou're not the sameWhy, tell me whyDid you not treat me rightLove has a nasty habitOf disappearing overnightYou're thinking of meThe same old wayYou were above meBut not todayThe only differenceIs you're down thereI'm looking though youAnd you're nowhereWhy, tell me whyDid you not treat me rightLove has a nasty habitOf disappearing overnightI'm looking through youWhere did you goI thought I knew youWhat did I knowYou don't look differentBut you have changedI'm looking through youYou're not the sameYeah, Oh, baby you've changedAah, I'm looking through youYeah, I'm looking through youYou've changed, you've changedYou've changed, you've changed
incorporate into a writing unit after literary elements and vocabulary have been discussed.
Girl (The Beatles)Is there anybody going to listen to my storyAll about the girl who came to stay?She's the kind of girl you want so muchIt makes you sorryStill you don't regret a single day.Ah girl! Ffff...Girl!When I think of all the times I've tried SO HARD to leave herShe will turn to me and start to cry;And she promises the earth to meAnd I believe herAfter all this time I don't know why.Ah, girl! Ffff...Girl!She's the kind of girl who puts you downWhen friends are there, you feel a fool.When you say she's looking goodShe acts as if it's understood.She's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh,Girl! Ffff...Girl!Was she told when she was young that painWould lead to pleasure?Did she understand it when they saidThat a man must break his back to earnHis day of leisure?Will she still believe it when he's dead?Ah girl!Ffff...Girl!
Wait
It's been a long timeNow I'm coming back homeI've been away nowOh how I've been aloneWait till I come back to your sideWe'll forget the tears we've criedBut if your heart breaksDon't wait, turn me awayAnd if your heart's strongHold on, I won't delayWait till I come back to your sideWe'll forget the tears we've criedI feel as thoughYou ought to knowThat I've been goodAs good as I can beAnd if you doI'll trust in youAnd know that youWill wait for meIt's been a long timeNow I'm coming back homeI've been away nowOh how I've been aloneWait till I come back to your sideWe'll forget the tears we've criedI feel as thoughYou ought to knowThat I've been goodAs good as I can beAnd if you doI'll trust in youAnd know that youWill wait for meBut if your heart breaksDon't wait, turn me awayAnd if your heart's strongHold on, I won't delayWait till I come back to your sideWe'll forget the tears we've criedIt's been a long timeNow I'm coming back homeI've been away nowOh, how I've been alone
Julia
Half of what I say is meaninglessBut I say it just to reach you, JuliaJulia, Julia, oceanchild, calls meSo I sing a song of love, JuliaJulia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls meSo I sing a song of love, JuliaHer hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering,In the sunJulia, Julia, morning moon, touch meSo I sing a song of love, JuliaWhen I cannot sing my heartI can only speak my mind, JuliaJulia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch meSo I sing a song of love, JuliaHum hum hum...calls meSo I sing a song of love for Julia, Julia, Julia
Sexy Sadie
Sexy Sadie what have you doneYou made a fool of everyoneYou made a fool of everyoneSexy Sadie ooh what have you done.Sexy Sadie you broke the rulesYou layed it down for all to seeYou layed it down for all to seeSexy Sadie oooh you broke the rules.One sunny day the world was waiting for a loverShe came along to turn on everyone Sexy Sadie the greatest of them all.Sexy Sadie how did you knowThe world was waiting just for youThe world was waiting just for youSexy Sadie oooh how did you know.Sexy Sadie you'll get yours yetHowever big you think you areHowever big you think you areSexy Sadie oooh you'll get yours yet.We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her tableJust a smile would lighten everythingSexy Sadie she's the latest and the greatest of them all.She made a fool of everyoneSexy Sadie.However big you think you are Sexy Sadie.
Standards:
1. Into KWL - Vocabulary - Historical -
2. through - mood, tone, contemplation, diction, voice
3. beyond- relationship of theme, argument, thesis, inference
4. into through beyond - metaphor, allusion, repetition, apostrophe
She Leaving Now
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day beginsSilently closing her bedroom doorLeaving the note that she hoped would say moreShe goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchiefQuietly turning the backdoor keyStepping outside she is free.She (We gave her most of our lives)is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)home (We gave her everything money could buy)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, byeFather snores as his wife gets into her dressing gownPicks up the letter that's lying thereStanding alone at the top of the stairsShe breaks down and cries to her husband Daddy our baby's goneWhy would she treat us so thoughtlesslyHow could she do this to me.She (We never thought of ourselves)is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, byeFriday morning at nine o'clock she is far awayWaiting to keep the appointment she madeMeeting a man from the motor trade.She (What did we do that was wrong)is having (We didn't know it was wrong)fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)Something inside that was always deniedFor so many years. Bye, byeShe's leaving home. Bye, bye
i'm looking through you
I'm looking through youWhere did you goI thought I knew youWhat did I knowYou don't look differentBut you have changedI'm looking through youYou're not the sameYour lips are movingI cannot hearYou voice is soothingBut the words aren't clearYou don't sound differentI've learned the gameI'm looking through youYou're not the sameWhy, tell me whyDid you not treat me rightLove has a nasty habitOf disappearing overnightYou're thinking of meThe same old wayYou were above meBut not todayThe only differenceIs you're down thereI'm looking though youAnd you're nowhereWhy, tell me whyDid you not treat me rightLove has a nasty habitOf disappearing overnightI'm looking through youWhere did you goI thought I knew youWhat did I knowYou don't look differentBut you have changedI'm looking through youYou're not the sameYeah, Oh, baby you've changedAah, I'm looking through youYeah, I'm looking through youYou've changed, you've changedYou've changed, you've changed
incorporate into a writing unit after literary elements and vocabulary have been discussed.
Girl (The Beatles)Is there anybody going to listen to my storyAll about the girl who came to stay?She's the kind of girl you want so muchIt makes you sorryStill you don't regret a single day.Ah girl! Ffff...Girl!When I think of all the times I've tried SO HARD to leave herShe will turn to me and start to cry;And she promises the earth to meAnd I believe herAfter all this time I don't know why.Ah, girl! Ffff...Girl!She's the kind of girl who puts you downWhen friends are there, you feel a fool.When you say she's looking goodShe acts as if it's understood.She's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh,Girl! Ffff...Girl!Was she told when she was young that painWould lead to pleasure?Did she understand it when they saidThat a man must break his back to earnHis day of leisure?Will she still believe it when he's dead?Ah girl!Ffff...Girl!
Wait
It's been a long timeNow I'm coming back homeI've been away nowOh how I've been aloneWait till I come back to your sideWe'll forget the tears we've criedBut if your heart breaksDon't wait, turn me awayAnd if your heart's strongHold on, I won't delayWait till I come back to your sideWe'll forget the tears we've criedI feel as thoughYou ought to knowThat I've been goodAs good as I can beAnd if you doI'll trust in youAnd know that youWill wait for meIt's been a long timeNow I'm coming back homeI've been away nowOh how I've been aloneWait till I come back to your sideWe'll forget the tears we've criedI feel as thoughYou ought to knowThat I've been goodAs good as I can beAnd if you doI'll trust in youAnd know that youWill wait for meBut if your heart breaksDon't wait, turn me awayAnd if your heart's strongHold on, I won't delayWait till I come back to your sideWe'll forget the tears we've criedIt's been a long timeNow I'm coming back homeI've been away nowOh, how I've been alone
Julia
Half of what I say is meaninglessBut I say it just to reach you, JuliaJulia, Julia, oceanchild, calls meSo I sing a song of love, JuliaJulia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls meSo I sing a song of love, JuliaHer hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering,In the sunJulia, Julia, morning moon, touch meSo I sing a song of love, JuliaWhen I cannot sing my heartI can only speak my mind, JuliaJulia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch meSo I sing a song of love, JuliaHum hum hum...calls meSo I sing a song of love for Julia, Julia, Julia
Sexy Sadie
Sexy Sadie what have you doneYou made a fool of everyoneYou made a fool of everyoneSexy Sadie ooh what have you done.Sexy Sadie you broke the rulesYou layed it down for all to seeYou layed it down for all to seeSexy Sadie oooh you broke the rules.One sunny day the world was waiting for a loverShe came along to turn on everyone Sexy Sadie the greatest of them all.Sexy Sadie how did you knowThe world was waiting just for youThe world was waiting just for youSexy Sadie oooh how did you know.Sexy Sadie you'll get yours yetHowever big you think you areHowever big you think you areSexy Sadie oooh you'll get yours yet.We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her tableJust a smile would lighten everythingSexy Sadie she's the latest and the greatest of them all.She made a fool of everyoneSexy Sadie.However big you think you are Sexy Sadie.
5 minutes a day music lyrics
Man Of Our Times lyrics
I'm one of many, I speak for the rest but I don't understand
Tonight, tonight, oh tonight, tonight
He brings another day, another night, another fight
Well there's another day done and there's another gone by
He's a man of our times, a man of our times
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
He's a man of our times, he's a man of our times, ooh ooh ooh
And in the beating of your heart there is another beating heart
All at once I can see what we do
Me into me and you into you
Me into me and you into you
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
Everyone is on their feet cos he is out
Out on the street
There's another day done and there's another gone by
No more me into e and you into you
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
He's a man of our times, he's a man of our times, ooh ooh ooh
And in the beating of your heart there is another beating heart
All at once I can see what we do
Me into me and you into you
Me into me and you into you
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
Everyone is on their feet cos he is out
Out on the street
There's another day done and there's another gone by
No more me into e and you into you
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
Man of our times, he's a man of our times
He's a man of our times, ooh ooh ooh
And in the beating of your heart there is another beating heart
got sunshine in my stomachLike I just rocked my baby to sleepI got sunshine in my stomachBut I can't keep me from creeping sleepSleep, deep in the deepRockface moves to press my skinWhite liquids turn sour withinTurn fast - turn sourTurn sweat - turn sourMust tell myself that I'm not hereI'm drowning in a liquid fearBottled in a strong compressionMy distortion shows obsessionIn the caveGet me out of this caveIf I keep self-controlI'll be safe in my soulAnd the childhood beliefBrings a moment's reliefBut my cynic soon returnsAnd the lifeboat burnsMy spirit just never learnsStalactites, stalagmitesShut me in, look me tightLips are dry, throat is dryFeel like burning, stomach churningI'm dressed up in a white costumePadding out left-over roomBody stretching, feel the wretchingIn the cageGet me out of the cageIn the glare of a lightI see a strange kind of sightOf cages joined to form a starEach person can't go very farAll tied to their thingsThey are netted by their stringsFree to flutter in memories of their wasted wingsOutside the cage I see my brother JohnHe turns his head so slowly roundI cry out "Help !" before he can be goneAnd he looks at me without a soundAnd I shout out "John, please help me !"But he does not even want to try to speakI'm helpless in my violent rageAnd a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheekAnd I watch him turn again and leave the cageMy little runawayIn a trap, feel a strapHolding still, pinned for killChances narrow that I'll make itIn the cushioned straitjacketJust like 22nd St.And they got me my neck and feetPressure's building, can't take moreMy headache's charged, earaches roarIn this painGet me out of this painIf I could change to liquidI could fill the cracks up in the rockBut I know that I am solidAnd I am my own bad luckOutside John disappears and my cage dissolvesAnd without any reason my body resolves
Found that man, reported missingHe wandered in his homeDon't seem too bad, if you considerJust what he's been throughSeems he met up with a gang of thievesWho mistook him for a man of meansThey locked him up then found he had no moneySo they let him go againNow he's back at home and happyJust to see the kidsI wish, that I could really tell youAll the things that happened to meAnd all that I have seenA world full of people their hearts full of joyCities of light with no fear of warAnd thousands of creatures with happier livesAnd dreams of a future with meaning and no need to hideKeep it darkIt seems strange to have to lieAbout a world so brightAnd tell instead a made up storyFrom the world of nightI wish, that I could really tell youAll the things that happened to meAnd all that I have seenA world full of people their hearts full of joyCities of light with no fear of warAnd thousands of creatures with happier livesAnd dreams of a future with meaning and no need to hide
Standing in a forest gazing at the sun
looking at the trees but there's not even one
See a rippling stream that smiles and then goes by
run to feel its comfort but the water's dry.
I see her face and run to take her hand
Whey she's never there I don't understand
The trumpets sound my whole world crumbles down
Visions of angels all around
dance in the sky
Leaving me here
forever goodbye.
As the leaves will crumble so will fall my love
for the fgragile beauty of our lives must fade
Though I once remember echoes of my youth
now I sense no past, no love that ends in love
Take this dream the stars have filled with light
As the blossom glides like snowflakes from the trees
In vengeance to a god no-one can reach.
Visions of angels all around
dance in the sky
Leaving me here
forever goodbye.
Ice is moving and world's begun to freeze
see the sunlight stopped and deadened by the breeze
Minds are empty bodies mor insensitive
some believe that when they die they really live
I believe there never is an end
God gave up this world its people long ago
Why she's never there I still don't understand
Visions of angels all around
dance in the sky
Leaving me here
forever goodbye.
Man Of Our Times lyrics
I'm one of many, I speak for the rest but I don't understand
Tonight, tonight, oh tonight, tonight
He brings another day, another night, another fight
Well there's another day done and there's another gone by
He's a man of our times, a man of our times
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
He's a man of our times, he's a man of our times, ooh ooh ooh
And in the beating of your heart there is another beating heart
All at once I can see what we do
Me into me and you into you
Me into me and you into you
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
Everyone is on their feet cos he is out
Out on the street
There's another day done and there's another gone by
No more me into e and you into you
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
He's a man of our times, he's a man of our times, ooh ooh ooh
And in the beating of your heart there is another beating heart
All at once I can see what we do
Me into me and you into you
Me into me and you into you
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
Everyone is on their feet cos he is out
Out on the street
There's another day done and there's another gone by
No more me into e and you into you
Tonight, tonight, oh he's burning bright
Man of our times, he's a man of our times
He's a man of our times, ooh ooh ooh
And in the beating of your heart there is another beating heart
got sunshine in my stomachLike I just rocked my baby to sleepI got sunshine in my stomachBut I can't keep me from creeping sleepSleep, deep in the deepRockface moves to press my skinWhite liquids turn sour withinTurn fast - turn sourTurn sweat - turn sourMust tell myself that I'm not hereI'm drowning in a liquid fearBottled in a strong compressionMy distortion shows obsessionIn the caveGet me out of this caveIf I keep self-controlI'll be safe in my soulAnd the childhood beliefBrings a moment's reliefBut my cynic soon returnsAnd the lifeboat burnsMy spirit just never learnsStalactites, stalagmitesShut me in, look me tightLips are dry, throat is dryFeel like burning, stomach churningI'm dressed up in a white costumePadding out left-over roomBody stretching, feel the wretchingIn the cageGet me out of the cageIn the glare of a lightI see a strange kind of sightOf cages joined to form a starEach person can't go very farAll tied to their thingsThey are netted by their stringsFree to flutter in memories of their wasted wingsOutside the cage I see my brother JohnHe turns his head so slowly roundI cry out "Help !" before he can be goneAnd he looks at me without a soundAnd I shout out "John, please help me !"But he does not even want to try to speakI'm helpless in my violent rageAnd a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheekAnd I watch him turn again and leave the cageMy little runawayIn a trap, feel a strapHolding still, pinned for killChances narrow that I'll make itIn the cushioned straitjacketJust like 22nd St.And they got me my neck and feetPressure's building, can't take moreMy headache's charged, earaches roarIn this painGet me out of this painIf I could change to liquidI could fill the cracks up in the rockBut I know that I am solidAnd I am my own bad luckOutside John disappears and my cage dissolvesAnd without any reason my body resolves
Found that man, reported missingHe wandered in his homeDon't seem too bad, if you considerJust what he's been throughSeems he met up with a gang of thievesWho mistook him for a man of meansThey locked him up then found he had no moneySo they let him go againNow he's back at home and happyJust to see the kidsI wish, that I could really tell youAll the things that happened to meAnd all that I have seenA world full of people their hearts full of joyCities of light with no fear of warAnd thousands of creatures with happier livesAnd dreams of a future with meaning and no need to hideKeep it darkIt seems strange to have to lieAbout a world so brightAnd tell instead a made up storyFrom the world of nightI wish, that I could really tell youAll the things that happened to meAnd all that I have seenA world full of people their hearts full of joyCities of light with no fear of warAnd thousands of creatures with happier livesAnd dreams of a future with meaning and no need to hide
Standing in a forest gazing at the sun
looking at the trees but there's not even one
See a rippling stream that smiles and then goes by
run to feel its comfort but the water's dry.
I see her face and run to take her hand
Whey she's never there I don't understand
The trumpets sound my whole world crumbles down
Visions of angels all around
dance in the sky
Leaving me here
forever goodbye.
As the leaves will crumble so will fall my love
for the fgragile beauty of our lives must fade
Though I once remember echoes of my youth
now I sense no past, no love that ends in love
Take this dream the stars have filled with light
As the blossom glides like snowflakes from the trees
In vengeance to a god no-one can reach.
Visions of angels all around
dance in the sky
Leaving me here
forever goodbye.
Ice is moving and world's begun to freeze
see the sunlight stopped and deadened by the breeze
Minds are empty bodies mor insensitive
some believe that when they die they really live
I believe there never is an end
God gave up this world its people long ago
Why she's never there I still don't understand
Visions of angels all around
dance in the sky
Leaving me here
forever goodbye.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
