SUBJECT N1

YOUR WRITTEN TASK

You will write a Film Review outlining what goes on in the film and also what you personally thought of it. Use the build your guidelines review. ( see attached form) provided to help you

YOUR ORAL TASK

Get ready to give an oral account in which you will first :

Introduce the notion under study :(the

notion of progress/ Spaces and

Exchanges/Myths and Heroes/Locations and forms of Power )

 Introduce the theme in relation to the notion and phrase your question (=exposer la problmatique )

Talk about the document you have studied in relation to the notion (= The Movie The Help /Film Review) Explain the link with the notion you have to talk about. Give a personal conclusion and your opinion on the movie.

SUBJECT N2

YOUR WRITTEN TASK

You will study a scene Use the analysis.

BOOK SUMMARY :

extracted

from the novel : The Help scene

guidelines

provided to help you build your

You will first :

Briefly introduce the novelist. Sum up the story up to the extract under study.

Introduce the notion under study (the

notion of progress/ Spaces and

Exchanges/Myths and Heroes/Locations and forms of Power )

SCENE ANALYSIS :

You will :
notion of progress/

State the notion the scene best illustrates. (the

Spaces and Exchanges/Myths and Heroes/Locations and forms of Power )

Introduce the theme in relation to the notion and phrase your problmatique )

question (= exposer la

Explain the link with the notion you have to talk about. Describe the setting (Time & Place) and focus on the narrators

point of view .

Introduce the issue (s) being dealt with. Introduce the characters present in the scene or mentioned and

how they relate to one another.

Discuss the characters actions / feelings / motivations Explain to what extent this is a significant = (important)

extract .

Give a personal conclusion and your opinion on the movie.

YOUR ORAL TASK

Get ready to give an oral account Introduce the notion under study : (the

of the novel excerpt.

notion of progress/ Spaces and Exchanges/Myths and

Heroes/Locations and forms of Power)

Introduce the theme in relation to the notion and phrase your question (=exposer la problmatique )

Talk about the document you have studied in relation to the notion (= The Movie The Help / Novel excerpt) Explain the link with the notion you have to talk about. Give a personal conclusion and your opinion on the scene / extract.

The Help by Kathryn Stockett Excerpt The Help Two days later, I sit in my parents kitchen, waiting for dusk to fall. I give in

and light another cigarette even though last night the surgeon general came that smoking will kill us.

on the television set and shook his finger at everybody, trying to convince us me blind and Im starting to think its all just a big plot between the surgeon general and Mother to make sure no one ever has any fun. At eight oclock that same night, Im stumbling down Aibileens street as discreetly as one can carrying a fifty-pound Corona typewriter. already dying for another cigarette to calm my nerves. I slip inside. last time. But Mother once told me tongue kissing would turn

I knock softly,

Shes wearing the same green dress and stiff black shoes as

Aibileen answers and

I try to smile, like Im confident it will work this time, despite the idea she explained over the phone. Would you mind? Alright. Could we sit in the kitchen this time? I ask.

Aint nothing to look at, but come on back. It smells

The kitchen is about half the size of the living room and warmer. like tea and lemons. thin. Theres just enough counter for the china tea set.

The black-and-white linoleum floor has been scrubbed

I set the typewriter on a scratched red table under the window. starts to pour the hot water into the teapot. Oh, none for me, thanks, I say and reach in my bag. Co-Colas if you want one. more comfortable. serve me.

Aibileen

Ive tried to come up with ways to make Aibileen

I brought us some

Number One: Dont make Aibileen feel like she has to

Well, aint that nice.

I usually dont take my tea till later anyway.

She

brings over an opener and two glasses.

and seeing this, she pushes the glasses aside, does the same.

I drink mine straight from the bottle

I called Aibileen after Elizabeth gave me the note, and listened hopefully, as Aibileen told me her ideafor her to write her own words down and then show me what shes written. I tried to act excited. rewrite everything shes written, wasting even more time. telling her it cant work this way. But I know Ill have to I thought it might

make it easier if she could see it in type-face instead of me reading it and

We smile at each other. So I say.

I take a sip of my Coke, smooth my blouse.

Aibileen has a wire-ringed notebook in front of her. head and read? Sure, I say.

Want me to just go

We both take deep breaths and she begins reading in a slow, steady voice. My first white baby to ever look after was named Alton Carrington Speers. was 1924 and Id just turned fifteen years old. with hair fine as silk on a corn I begin typing as she reads, her words rhythmic, pronounced more clearly than her usual talk. the inside, even though the house was big with a wide green lawn. the air was bad, felt sick myself Hang on, I say. it. It

Alton was a long, skinny baby

Every window in that filthy house was painted shut on I knew

Ive typed wide greem.

I blow on the typing fluid, retype

Okay, go ahead.

When the mama died, six months later, she reads, of the lung disease, they kept me on to raise Alton until they moved away to Memphis. children feel proud of themselves

I loved

that baby and he loved me and thats when I knew I was good at making

I hadnt wanted to insult Aibileen when she told me her idea. her out of it, over the phone. have time for this anyway, Aibileen, not with a full-time job. Writing isnt that easy.

I tried to urge

And you wouldnt

Cant be much different than writing my prayers every night. It was the first interesting thing shed told me about herself since wed started the project, so Id grabbed the shopping pad in the pantry. your prayers, then? You dont say

I never told nobody that before.

Not even Minny.

Find I can get my point

across a lot better writing em down. So this is what you do on the weekends? I asked. the eye of Elizabeth Leefolt. Oh no, I write a hour, sometimes two ever day. this town. Lot a ailing, sick peoples in In your spare time?

I liked the idea of capturing her life outside of work, when she wasnt under

I was impressed.

That was more than I wrote on some days.

I told her

wed try it just to get the project going again. Aibileen takes a breath, a swallow of Coke, and reads on. She backtracks to her first job at thirteen, cleaning the Francis the First silver service at the governors mansion. She reads how on her first morning, she made a mistake on the chart where you filled in the number of pieces so

theyd know you hadnt stolen anything. I come home that morning, after I been fired, and stood outside my house with my new work shoes on. light bill for. of it too. I guess thats when I understood what shame was and the color Shame The shoes my mama paid a months worth a

be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it. Aibileen looks up to see what I think. to be sweet, glossy. for. She reads on. I stop typing. Id expected the stories

Shame aint black, like dirt, like I always thought it was.

I realize I might be getting more than Id bargained

so I go on and get the chiffarobe straightened out and before I know it, her to take out ten times.

that little white boy done cut his fingers clean off in that window fan I asked and I grab the boy, I grab them four fingers. I never seen that much red come out a person But when I got there, a Tote him to the colored hospital

cause I didnt know where the white one was. clacking like hail on a roof. fling the carriage aside.

colored man stop me and say, Is this boy white? The typewriter keys are mistakes, stopping her only to put in another page. Aibileen is reading faster and I am ignoring my Every eight seconds, I

And I say, Yessuh, and he say, Is them his white fingers?

Yessuh, and he say, We,ll you better tell em he your high yellow cause that colored doctor wont operate on a white boy in a Negro hospital. white policeman grab me and he say, Now you look a here And then a

And I say,

She stops. What?

Looks up.

The clacking ceases.

The policeman said look a here what? Had to catch the bus for work this morning. Aibileen and I look each other

Well, thats all I put down.

I hit the return and the typewriter dings. straight in the eye.

I think this might actually work.

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