Archive for February, 2008
Inventory of speaking, listening, and viewing
Test Review
Beowulf (21)
Herot left for twelve years following attacks by a monster called Grendel. Beowulf, the noble warrior, gets noticed of this murders and arrives in Denmark with fourteen of his men. Beowulf then wounds Grendel and hangs his arm from the rafters of Herot. Then, Grendel’s mother attacks Herot and carries off Grendel’s arm back with her and Hrothgar’s best friend too. Armed with a sword named Hrunting, Beowulf fights with Grendel’s mother in their underwater home and kills her. Beowulf fights with dragon and is left there by his warriors in the middle of battle fifty years later. With the help of Wiglaf, the only loyal warrior, Beowulf fights the dragon but he is mortally wounded. The Geats burn Beowulf’s body and place his ashes with the dragon’s treasure in a huge memorial tower by the sea.
Characters: Beowulf, Hrothgar, Wiglaf, Grendel, Grendel’s mother, the dragon
Time: north Europe in the mid-eigth century
Style of Writing: Third person limited point of view, alliteration, epic hero.
The Head of Humbaba (53)
The Seafarer (56)
Lord Randall (91)
Edward, Edward (92)
Get Up and Bar the Door (95)
The Cantenbury Tales
The Prologue (107)
The Wife of Bath’s Tale (140)
The Decameron
Roderigo’s Falcon (157)
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight (161)
Assignment 7
Next News Paper
“You’ve spoken first, so get up and bar the door.” said the wife. John got up and went to close the door but, as soon as he reached it the three men smacked him on the face. John fall smacked down on the floor, unconsiously they say.
The three men who intruded the house are said to be the town’s kidnapers. Some people say they took Jane, the wife, and left John lying on the floor bleeding out, but the police believe the wife ran away as soon as she heard they had hit her husband.
An extense investigation is going on at the town searching for the missing wife and the three aggressors which are said to be hiding under the city’s buldings, inside a sizable number of tunnels they have dug that connect some of the city’s most important places and therefore the most dangerous ones.
The person in charge of the case is hardly working to find the missing wife and the agressors while John, the husband, is getting help to get better and heal his wounds made that day. Any information about the agressors is welcomed at our paper’s mail.
If I could become invisible…
If I could become invisible the first thing I would do is to run away at the middle of the night, obviously on a Friday night. I guess I would become very nosy and constantly hear what my mom is saying when she talks to herself. If I could become invisible, probably I would search for a show, like a rock show or my favorite band concert and get to backstage. Lets face it, I would also cheat once in a while. If I could become invisible I would poke on people the whole day too. I would love to scare them and put funny things on their chairs, maybe a nail or two. I really do not know what would I do if a could become invisible. Not getting all pretty and dressy would be one thing I could liberate myself of, including the saving of time because it really takes a long time to get all dressed up for something. I would not comb my hair or put make up on my face. Piercings will no longer have a meaning because I would not see them (if I was permanently invisible). In my opinion, becoming invisible would not be as cool as being able to stop time whenever I want or may be as having the ability to fly but, if I could become invisible I would surely take advantage from it and make a mess with my power.
Frame Story
In a journey to a far away mountain,
right beside a fountain,
a group of people came together
and started telling stories wherever.
There was this tall boy
Who always carried a toy.
His eyes were sparkling blue
And dots filled his cheeks, without a cue
He smelled like roses
Mixed with medical doses.
A bright orange dress
was a sign that he was a mess.
His sister, small and with a strong odor
wore a robe with no color.
Usually smiling,
she would say a couple of words hiding.
Lying was her strength,
and she told stories with no length.
Her hair was like a rope
that matched her uncolored robe.
Patrick was their dad,
who was usually mad.
Eating was his passion
And he avoided any physical action.
He would often smack
Leaving a face very black.
Susy was the bossy one
who would give orders to anyone.
Curls fell greasely over her shoulders,
which seemed to be bone less.
Skin as a cats tongue
And always singing the same old song.
