she worked very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very hard, but even so, it didn't quite seem to happen.
he worked. and it happened.
and up above, something laughed at it all.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Found Poem
English 10c Found Poem
By: Jessica Hung, Angeni Wang, Fernando Jimenez, Rachata Pitisongswat
from pages 1, 5, 6, 15, 18, 21
Video here
By: Jessica Hung, Angeni Wang, Fernando Jimenez, Rachata Pitisongswat
from pages 1, 5, 6, 15, 18, 21
Video here
Along the borders of several fields,
The bank,
Coming around in a curve,
Running towards the distant hills,
Woods lapping up at its sides.
We led a comfortable, settled, industrious existence.
Waknuk, it had become.
Orderly, law-abiding, God-respecting.
Burnished puns artistically burnt into the whitewashed walls:
Blessed is the norm,
And in purity our salvation,
The norm is the will of God,
And reproduction is the only holy production.
People in our district had a very sharp eye for the odd.
Sometimes I would dream of a city,
Clustered on the banks of a big blue bay.
I could see the streets
The buildings
Even the shiny fish-shaped things in the sky.
A beautiful, fascinating place,
Quite unlike any I knew.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Another poetic response to Romeo and Juliet
From the perspective of Juliet Capulet
O happy dagger
Let this be quick
O happy dagger
Let this be quick
Monday, February 10, 2014
Poetic response to Romeo and Juliet
From the perspective of Juliet Capulet
It certainly is unfortunate
That he'd have to be a Montague
While I'd have to be a Capulet,
Born as enemies.
But that's okay;
What part of a name
Is so great
That it can part me from him?
I will be with him,
Be it in life,
Or death.
So long as we're together.
It certainly is unfortunate
That he'd have to be a Montague
While I'd have to be a Capulet,
Born as enemies.
But that's okay;
What part of a name
Is so great
That it can part me from him?
I will be with him,
Be it in life,
Or death.
So long as we're together.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
A Journal Entry by Scout Finch
A journal response to Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird, from Scout's perspective
Dear Journal,
I strongly dislike school. Actually, I just dislike Ms. Caroline. The lady's got some strange logic. She says that Atticus taught me reading the wrong way. He didn't even teach me. But would she ever listen? She also got mad at me when I told her about the Cunninghams. She doesn't know anything about the town. It doesn't take much to get to know the county folks. Ms. Caroline just doesn't seem to fit in Maycomb county. Maycomb county is a sleepy, little town, and sometimes it makes you feel that a day is longer than twenty-four hours. There is no sense of hurry, since there really isn't much to do here in Maycomb. Everyone goes to church, and people are pretty friendly. That is, except for the Radleys. Their doors are always closed, and you rarely ever see anyone come out of the house. Once, Jem even went straight up and touched the house, but that was extremely risky, and we could've all been killed if he hadn't ran away real quick. Anyways, Ms. Caroline doesn't seem like part of this community. I mean, who would be so pushy about giving a Cunningham money? I suppose she'll get used to the county folks sooner or later. In the meantime, I will keep writing, as I am doing now, because Ms. Caroline doesn't have to see my journal. It isn't even my fault that I know how to write. I just wanted my bread and butter and sugar. Calpurnia sure is good at making those.
Dear Journal,
I strongly dislike school. Actually, I just dislike Ms. Caroline. The lady's got some strange logic. She says that Atticus taught me reading the wrong way. He didn't even teach me. But would she ever listen? She also got mad at me when I told her about the Cunninghams. She doesn't know anything about the town. It doesn't take much to get to know the county folks. Ms. Caroline just doesn't seem to fit in Maycomb county. Maycomb county is a sleepy, little town, and sometimes it makes you feel that a day is longer than twenty-four hours. There is no sense of hurry, since there really isn't much to do here in Maycomb. Everyone goes to church, and people are pretty friendly. That is, except for the Radleys. Their doors are always closed, and you rarely ever see anyone come out of the house. Once, Jem even went straight up and touched the house, but that was extremely risky, and we could've all been killed if he hadn't ran away real quick. Anyways, Ms. Caroline doesn't seem like part of this community. I mean, who would be so pushy about giving a Cunningham money? I suppose she'll get used to the county folks sooner or later. In the meantime, I will keep writing, as I am doing now, because Ms. Caroline doesn't have to see my journal. It isn't even my fault that I know how to write. I just wanted my bread and butter and sugar. Calpurnia sure is good at making those.
Monday, November 11, 2013
"The Metaphor": Poem by Charlotte
Poem to Ms. Hancock based on short story The Metaphor by Budge Wilson
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