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English II - Monday, April 29, 2013

English II - Monday, April 29, 2013

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Power Point presentation to class on Family Values
Power Point presentation to class on Family Values

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PURPOSE: To understand the role of "Family" and "Family Values" and how that often places those in

our life in a bind when the concepts of "The American Dream" are concerned.
- The meaning of The American Dream
- The setting involving the internal conflict

1. ASSESSMENT:- Power Pt. discussion from classroom contributions
- Infered meaning from the playwright's description of the Younger
household and the behaviors of the main protagonists
- make inferences concerning our topic of "Family" based on
visual display
- define "American Dream"
- separate sentences that are written in Active vs. Passive
- handout on Active vs. Passive

DATE: Monday, April 29, 2013
CLASS: English II Honors
ENDURING QUESTION: How does one know who
they REALLY are?

Varnette P. Honeywood
Varnette P. Honeywood
by Varnette P. Honeywood
1. What can you infer about the relationships among the people in this

2. How can we tell they are close as a family?

3. Who is the "primary" source of love out of the family members?

Friday's Exit Slip - "What is The
● to achieve your own idea of success, especially in money
● to make some sort of difference in the world...making my ancestors proud
● being with family
● to have a job you like, a family, a house and be able to provide for them
● to find happiness and success
● getting a great job
● to be free to be able to become whoever you want
● owning a house, being married with two kids, having food, having money
for little luxuries
● Having individual freedom of speech...having peace
● stable income...necessities...having entertainments (phone, tv, computer)

● to be successful...get a good job that you enjoy and pays well
● having a happy family with no problems and plenty of money
● to be living happily among the people you love
● having the ability to follow your dreams
● to have love, money and somewhere you belong
● the freedom to do as you please
● to have a future that is successful
● to rise above your current position and become successful
● to have a caring family that loves you
My grandmothers were strong.
They followed plows and bent to toil.
They moved through fields sowing seed.
They touched earth and grain grew.
They were full of sturdiness and singing.
My grandmothers were strong.

My grandmothers are full of memories
Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay
With veins rolling roughly over quick hands
They have many clean words to say.
My grandmothers were strong.
Why am I not as they?
The Courage That My Mother Had

Edna St. Vincent Millay

The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.

The golden brooch my mother wore
She left behind for me to wear;
I have no thing I treasure more:
Yet, it is something I could spare.
Oh, if instead she’d left to me

The thing she took into the grave!—
That courage like a rock, which she
Has no more need of, and I have.
My Papa’s Waltz
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

Grape Sherbet
by Rita Dove

The day? Memorial.
after the grill
Dad appears with his masterpiece -
swirled snow, gelled light.
We cheer. The recipe's
a secret and he fights
a smile, his cap turned up
so the bib resembles a duck.
That morning we galloped
through the grassed-over mounds
and named each stone
for a lost milk tooth. Each dollop
of sherbet, later,
is a miracle,
like salt on a melon that makes it sweeter.

Everyone agrees - it's wonderful!
It's just how we imagined lavender
would taste. The diabetic grandmother
stares from the porch,
a torch of pure refusal.

We thought no one was lying
there under our feet,
we thought it was a joke. I've been trying
to remember the taste,
but it doesn't exist.
Now I see why you bothered,

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