QUARTER 3 REFLECTION
I personally felt as if I have made very big improvements in my writing that I can see, I can say that I have come a long a way, and I’m proud of myself, because I know that there have been times I’ve thought if quitting when it seemed that things got a little bit difficult.
I can truly say that 1st quarter was difficult because I was just starting to explore my writing abilities and options, and haven’t quite mastered the art of writing, and I felt as if I was just getting to know my thoughts, pen and paper, because my Honors class was just an introduction, to what would become my love for A.P Literature. 2nd quarter was a little less tense; I’ve become more familiar with my writing and more comfortable in my writing skills. Wow, 3rd Quarter, I saw major improvements, I took time to gather my thoughts, and took time to put them down on paper. I can say I’ve become a better writing since I’ve been in this class.
There is always room for improvement that is what I believe; I still have to learn to have a little more patience, and take time to properly revise my writing. I honestly don’t think I’m quite read for college level writing.
I don’t feel as if I’m ready to take the A.P exam in May because I’m still not exactly sure of what may or may not be on the test, I think we may need to focus more on what may be on the test.
For the books we’ve read this quarter, I will still say that my favorite book is ‘The Bluest Eye” by Toni Morrison, because that is one of my favorite books, it is easy to read and it goes straight to the point, there isn’t a lot going on.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
ANALYSIS
In Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston, Catherin and Janie seems to have a lot in common, they both are victims of passion and love. Catherine was never given an opportunity to show her true self, she was never really allowed to love Heathcliff, Janie was also not allowed to love and know love as she wanted to, because grandmother always seemed to stand in her, she was also forced to marry Logan Killicks just as Catherine was forced to marry Linton, but Janie was given an opportunity to find love on her own, after running to Jody, she found out that the love she thought she knew and wanted wasn’t really what she wanted after all; she finally found a place to lay her heart in the arms of Virgible Woods aka “ Tea Cake”, whom she later lost.
Wuthering Heights was centered on the passionate love of Catherine and Heathcliff. When all is said and done, Heathcliff and Catherine are the story. Their love started as a youth and Catherine loves Heathcliff but she could never lower her self to his standards. Catherine Earnshaw is the dominant female spirit which prevails the novel. She is a character dominated by obsession and her single greatest obsession is her love for Heathcliff. It is this which controls her life and gives a sense of meaning, purpose and direction to her existence. Catherine and Heathcliff’s misfortunes, recklessness, willpower, and destructive passion are unable to penetrate the eternal love they share. Throughout Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff's personality could be defined as dark, menacing, and brooding. He is a dangerous character, with rapidly changing moods, capable of deep-seeded hatred, and incapable, it seems, of any kind of forgiveness or compromise. Janie is a user of metaphor. As a girl, she figures her life as a “tree in bloom.” Dreaming of a man who will be “bee to her blossom,” Janie rejects bourgeois marriage as an ideal. After Joe Starks's death frees her to dream again, she dreams of journeying to the horizon in search of people. She realizes both dreams through Tea Cake. Janie spent her days looking for love. She thought of love just as she thought of the elements of springtime: Sunny days, bright skies, a bee pollinating pear tree blossoms. She searched far and wide for this kind of perfect love. Janie searched for the special love that she saw between the bee and the bloom for a long time. She finally found it in Tea Cake, but had to kill him. Killing him was probably the biggest act of love made in her whole life.
In Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston, Catherin and Janie seems to have a lot in common, they both are victims of passion and love. Catherine was never given an opportunity to show her true self, she was never really allowed to love Heathcliff, Janie was also not allowed to love and know love as she wanted to, because grandmother always seemed to stand in her, she was also forced to marry Logan Killicks just as Catherine was forced to marry Linton, but Janie was given an opportunity to find love on her own, after running to Jody, she found out that the love she thought she knew and wanted wasn’t really what she wanted after all; she finally found a place to lay her heart in the arms of Virgible Woods aka “ Tea Cake”, whom she later lost.
Wuthering Heights was centered on the passionate love of Catherine and Heathcliff. When all is said and done, Heathcliff and Catherine are the story. Their love started as a youth and Catherine loves Heathcliff but she could never lower her self to his standards. Catherine Earnshaw is the dominant female spirit which prevails the novel. She is a character dominated by obsession and her single greatest obsession is her love for Heathcliff. It is this which controls her life and gives a sense of meaning, purpose and direction to her existence. Catherine and Heathcliff’s misfortunes, recklessness, willpower, and destructive passion are unable to penetrate the eternal love they share. Throughout Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff's personality could be defined as dark, menacing, and brooding. He is a dangerous character, with rapidly changing moods, capable of deep-seeded hatred, and incapable, it seems, of any kind of forgiveness or compromise. Janie is a user of metaphor. As a girl, she figures her life as a “tree in bloom.” Dreaming of a man who will be “bee to her blossom,” Janie rejects bourgeois marriage as an ideal. After Joe Starks's death frees her to dream again, she dreams of journeying to the horizon in search of people. She realizes both dreams through Tea Cake. Janie spent her days looking for love. She thought of love just as she thought of the elements of springtime: Sunny days, bright skies, a bee pollinating pear tree blossoms. She searched far and wide for this kind of perfect love. Janie searched for the special love that she saw between the bee and the bloom for a long time. She finally found it in Tea Cake, but had to kill him. Killing him was probably the biggest act of love made in her whole life.
Janie's Search for Identity
Lei Dennis Osuagwu
“Their Eyes Were Watching God”
Janie’s Search
Janie's search for identity actually started long before she was born.Because Janie's search is
her family's search. Nanny and Janie's mother gave Janiea reason to search. Even as a young
girl, living in the materialistic world of her Nanny and her first husband, Logan Killicks, Janie
chooses to listen to "the words of thetrees and the wind" (23-24). This is the first evidence of her
searching beyondher boring life. This then leads to her everyday life left empty, because she
isalways looking farther than where she is at the time. So day by day, she ismore worked up into
leaving Logan, and searching for love. When she leaves Loganto run off with Joe, she thinks to
herself, "Her old thoughts were going to comein handy now, but new words would have to be
made and said to fit them" (31).
Joe aims to be a big voice and that is why he comes to Eatonville, Florida. He feels that
he will have a better chance at being a big voice in an all black town than in a white man's town.
The problem is that he has adopted white man's values and forces them upon the townspeople
and, most notably, upon his wife Janie. This relationship was just another setback in Janie's epic
search. Nevertheless, when her marriage to Joe collapses, she again decides, "So new thoughts
had to be thought and new words said" (77).
Her search seemed very close to a peaceful end. However, it was far from
over, when Tea Cake became sick after being bitten by a with rabbis. Janie's search for an
Identity for herself, free of the ideas she had grown up with, ties into bigger
Issues, important for her race as a whole. Nanny's vision of Janie's care free life on a
Porch somewhere is associated with being white. Janie's straight hair becomes tied up
“Their Eyes Were Watching God”
Janie’s Search
Janie's search for identity actually started long before she was born.Because Janie's search is
her family's search. Nanny and Janie's mother gave Janiea reason to search. Even as a young
girl, living in the materialistic world of her Nanny and her first husband, Logan Killicks, Janie
chooses to listen to "the words of thetrees and the wind" (23-24). This is the first evidence of her
searching beyondher boring life. This then leads to her everyday life left empty, because she
isalways looking farther than where she is at the time. So day by day, she ismore worked up into
leaving Logan, and searching for love. When she leaves Loganto run off with Joe, she thinks to
herself, "Her old thoughts were going to comein handy now, but new words would have to be
made and said to fit them" (31).
Joe aims to be a big voice and that is why he comes to Eatonville, Florida. He feels that
he will have a better chance at being a big voice in an all black town than in a white man's town.
The problem is that he has adopted white man's values and forces them upon the townspeople
and, most notably, upon his wife Janie. This relationship was just another setback in Janie's epic
search. Nevertheless, when her marriage to Joe collapses, she again decides, "So new thoughts
had to be thought and new words said" (77).
Her search seemed very close to a peaceful end. However, it was far from
over, when Tea Cake became sick after being bitten by a with rabbis. Janie's search for an
Identity for herself, free of the ideas she had grown up with, ties into bigger
Issues, important for her race as a whole. Nanny's vision of Janie's care free life on a
Porch somewhere is associated with being white. Janie's straight hair becomes tied up
Monday, March 30, 2009
ANAYLYSIS PAPER ("Wuthering Heights" & "Their Eyes Were Watching God")
Lei Dennis-Osuagwu
03-27-03
2A/B
ANALYSIS
In Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston, Catherin and Janie seems to have a lot in common, they both are victims of passion and love. Catherine was never given an opportunity to show her true self, she was never really allowed to love Heathcliff, Janie was also not allowed to love and know love as she wanted to, because grandmother always seemed to stand in her, she was also forced to marry Logan Killicks just as Catherine was forced to marry Linton, but Janie was given an opportunity to find love on her own, after running to Jody, she found out that the love she thought she knew and wanted wasn’t really what she wanted after all; she finally found a place to lay her heart in the arms of Virgible Woods aka “ Tea Cake”, whom she later lost. Wuthering Heights was centered on the passionate love of Catherine and Heathcliff. When all is said and done, Heathcliff and Catherine are the story. Their love started as a youth and Catherine loves Heathcliff but she could never lower her self to his standards. Catherine Earnshaw is the dominant female spirit which prevails the novel. She is a character dominated by obsession and her single greatest obsession is her love for Heathcliff. It is this which controls her life and gives a sense of meaning, purpose and direction to her existence. Catherine and Heathcliff’s misfortunes, recklessness, willpower, and destructive passion are unable to penetrate the eternal love they share. Throughout Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff's personality could be defined as dark, menacing, and brooding. He is a dangerous character, with rapidly changing moods, capable of deep-seeded hatred, and incapable, it seems, of any kind of forgiveness or compromise. Janie is a user of metaphor. As a girl, she figures her life as a “tree in bloom.” Dreaming of a man who will be “bee to her blossom,” Janie rejects bourgeois marriage as an ideal. After Joe Starks's death frees her to dream again, she dreams of journeying to the horizon in search of people. She realizes both dreams through Tea Cake. Janie spent her days looking for love. She thought of love just as she thought of the elements of springtime: Sunny days, bright skies, a bee pollinating pear tree blossoms. She searched far and wide for this kind of perfect love. Janie searched for the special love that she saw between the bee and the bloom for a long time. She finally found it in Tea Cake, but had to kill him. Killing him was probably the biggest act of love made in her whole life.
03-27-03
2A/B
ANALYSIS
In Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston, Catherin and Janie seems to have a lot in common, they both are victims of passion and love. Catherine was never given an opportunity to show her true self, she was never really allowed to love Heathcliff, Janie was also not allowed to love and know love as she wanted to, because grandmother always seemed to stand in her, she was also forced to marry Logan Killicks just as Catherine was forced to marry Linton, but Janie was given an opportunity to find love on her own, after running to Jody, she found out that the love she thought she knew and wanted wasn’t really what she wanted after all; she finally found a place to lay her heart in the arms of Virgible Woods aka “ Tea Cake”, whom she later lost. Wuthering Heights was centered on the passionate love of Catherine and Heathcliff. When all is said and done, Heathcliff and Catherine are the story. Their love started as a youth and Catherine loves Heathcliff but she could never lower her self to his standards. Catherine Earnshaw is the dominant female spirit which prevails the novel. She is a character dominated by obsession and her single greatest obsession is her love for Heathcliff. It is this which controls her life and gives a sense of meaning, purpose and direction to her existence. Catherine and Heathcliff’s misfortunes, recklessness, willpower, and destructive passion are unable to penetrate the eternal love they share. Throughout Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff's personality could be defined as dark, menacing, and brooding. He is a dangerous character, with rapidly changing moods, capable of deep-seeded hatred, and incapable, it seems, of any kind of forgiveness or compromise. Janie is a user of metaphor. As a girl, she figures her life as a “tree in bloom.” Dreaming of a man who will be “bee to her blossom,” Janie rejects bourgeois marriage as an ideal. After Joe Starks's death frees her to dream again, she dreams of journeying to the horizon in search of people. She realizes both dreams through Tea Cake. Janie spent her days looking for love. She thought of love just as she thought of the elements of springtime: Sunny days, bright skies, a bee pollinating pear tree blossoms. She searched far and wide for this kind of perfect love. Janie searched for the special love that she saw between the bee and the bloom for a long time. She finally found it in Tea Cake, but had to kill him. Killing him was probably the biggest act of love made in her whole life.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
COMPARE AND CONTRAST WUTHERING HEIGHTS
THE MOVIE TO THE BOOK
The movie version of Emily Bronte's classic Wuthering Heights may confuse viewers who recently read the book or may have vividly remembered it. Unlike the book, Heathcliff has a softer side, which only turns darker when Catherine's brother, Hindley, takes over the estate after the death of Mr. Earnshaw. Hindley was vicious to Heathcliff as a child when his father brought the gypsy home.
What's missing from this movie adaptation is the hatred Heathcliff shows his fellow man and particularly on Hindley. Eventually this hatred and darkness also descends on Catherine after she marries Edgar Linton. More than just Heathcliff's edges are softened in this adaptation. He's kinder to Isabella, Catherine, and the subsequent children. Heathcliff's ending is much calmer than the downward spiral in the novel. Catherine also is a much softer, more lovable character in this adaptation. She could be just as harsh as Healthcliff at times. The ending also is more hopeful.
I must say that Wuthering Height the movie was quite different from the book that I read, I felt that there were a lot of details that were missing in the movie from the book . Overall I enjoyed watching the movie, and I am suddenly interested in the other works of Emily Bronte.
THE MOVIE TO THE BOOK
The movie version of Emily Bronte's classic Wuthering Heights may confuse viewers who recently read the book or may have vividly remembered it. Unlike the book, Heathcliff has a softer side, which only turns darker when Catherine's brother, Hindley, takes over the estate after the death of Mr. Earnshaw. Hindley was vicious to Heathcliff as a child when his father brought the gypsy home.
What's missing from this movie adaptation is the hatred Heathcliff shows his fellow man and particularly on Hindley. Eventually this hatred and darkness also descends on Catherine after she marries Edgar Linton. More than just Heathcliff's edges are softened in this adaptation. He's kinder to Isabella, Catherine, and the subsequent children. Heathcliff's ending is much calmer than the downward spiral in the novel. Catherine also is a much softer, more lovable character in this adaptation. She could be just as harsh as Healthcliff at times. The ending also is more hopeful.
I must say that Wuthering Height the movie was quite different from the book that I read, I felt that there were a lot of details that were missing in the movie from the book . Overall I enjoyed watching the movie, and I am suddenly interested in the other works of Emily Bronte.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Types Of Poetry; Composed by Lei!
What Love Isn’t
By Edna St Vincent Millay
Love is not all: It is neither meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain,Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkAnd rise and sink and rise and sink again.Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breathNor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;Yet many a man is making friends with deathEven as I speak, for lack of love alone.It well may be that in a difficult hour,Pinned down by need and moaning for releaseOr nagged by want past resolutions power,I might be driven to sell you love for peace,Or trade the memory of this night for food.It may well be. I do not think I would.
The Legend of Lady Godiva
When powerful lords ruled Englandin the days of King Canute,
Godgifu rode through Coventrywearing her birthday suit.
Society then had womenwell out of public view.
Godgifu showed much charity.
She was religious too.
Leofric, the Earl of Mercia,
her husband in God's name,
would persecute the church she served
and commonfolk the same.
To pay for Canute's bodyguard
he never showed mercy,
imposing heavy taxes onthe folk of Coventry.
Godgifu quarrelled frequently
to beg he change his ways,
to plead that he be lenient
and not take all their pays.
One day they had an argument
this much he had to say,
"I promise to remit the tax
if you on market day
will ride the streets of Coventry
stark naked on your horse.
"Knowing full well his pious wife
would not do this, of course.
But Leofric had forgotten of
Godgifu's great concern
and compassion for the people.
They showed respect in turn.
Lady Godgifu requested
that people stay inside
behind their shuttered windows when
she passed by on her ride.
It was a such a famous journey.
The beautiful and fair
Lady Godgifu rode the streets
clothed just in long blonde hair.
There only was one person who
could not resist a peep,
the tailor, now called 'Peeping Tom'
struck blind, and left to weep.
The tyrant Leofric kept his word
and stopped collecting tax.
He changed his ways.
In Coventrythe people could relax.
The couple patched their differences,
sought out God together.
The legend of that daring ride
will live on forever.
It was such a famous journey.
The beautiful and fair
Lady Godgifu rode the streets
clothed just in long blonde hair
http://members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/ballad.html
Dying
byEmily Dickinson
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.
I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable,-and then
There interposed a fly,
With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.
Ode to S'mores
An ode to s’mores
I love them more
Every single day
Nice and sweet
My favorite treat
I’d eat them anyway
Tasty and yummy
Inside my tummy
Give me more I say
I do adore
My cherished s’mores
I’ll eat them June through May
Soft n fluffy
Big n puffy
They make me want to play
Or when I’m mad
And feeling sad
They chase my clouds away
An ode to s’mores
I want some more
Every single day
If we ran out
I’d have to shout, “MOM,
get some more today! ”
By Luke Bushen
Breakfast Elegy
Breakfast Elegy
can't eat any bacon
a soprano is screaming
like a dying pig
the elegy of morning
a glass of orange juice
she is not singing
that faint groaning elegy
which no one can sing
the CD player is working
I fixed it
one CD I bought
shows a woman's white bare breasts
my coffee is cold
a sound of a school bus outside
it must go where it must go
there is a curtain
which hangs over the window
not over a corpse
drifting silence
a still fly on the table
just two of us
now
Suchoon Mo_
By Anna Cormorant
Why am I standing here, alone,
When outside you are knocking, knocking?
I cannot come to you-
My feet are glued to the floor.
Forgive me, but I feared you!
Would that you could open the door,
But I have locked it!
Ah! What sorrow I have brought upon myself!
How you shout, how you plead for entrance
And how I want you to enter,
But you have not the strength to break the door.
Well, come on then! Find another way in!
Villanelle Of Spring Bells
by Keith Douglas
Bells in the town alight with spring
converse, with a concordance of new airs
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
People emerge from winter to hear them ring,
children glitter with mischief and the blind man hears
bells in the town alight with spring.
Even he on his eyes feels the caressing
finger of Persephone, and her voice escaped from tears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
Bird feels the enchantment of his wing
and in ten fine notes dispels twenty cares.
Bells in the town alight with spring
warble the praise of Time, for he can bring
this season: chimes the merry heaven bears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
All evil men intent on evil thing
falter, for in their cold unready ears
bells in the town alight with spring
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
By Edna St Vincent Millay
Love is not all: It is neither meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain,Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkAnd rise and sink and rise and sink again.Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breathNor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;Yet many a man is making friends with deathEven as I speak, for lack of love alone.It well may be that in a difficult hour,Pinned down by need and moaning for releaseOr nagged by want past resolutions power,I might be driven to sell you love for peace,Or trade the memory of this night for food.It may well be. I do not think I would.
The Legend of Lady Godiva
When powerful lords ruled Englandin the days of King Canute,
Godgifu rode through Coventrywearing her birthday suit.
Society then had womenwell out of public view.
Godgifu showed much charity.
She was religious too.
Leofric, the Earl of Mercia,
her husband in God's name,
would persecute the church she served
and commonfolk the same.
To pay for Canute's bodyguard
he never showed mercy,
imposing heavy taxes onthe folk of Coventry.
Godgifu quarrelled frequently
to beg he change his ways,
to plead that he be lenient
and not take all their pays.
One day they had an argument
this much he had to say,
"I promise to remit the tax
if you on market day
will ride the streets of Coventry
stark naked on your horse.
"Knowing full well his pious wife
would not do this, of course.
But Leofric had forgotten of
Godgifu's great concern
and compassion for the people.
They showed respect in turn.
Lady Godgifu requested
that people stay inside
behind their shuttered windows when
she passed by on her ride.
It was a such a famous journey.
The beautiful and fair
Lady Godgifu rode the streets
clothed just in long blonde hair.
There only was one person who
could not resist a peep,
the tailor, now called 'Peeping Tom'
struck blind, and left to weep.
The tyrant Leofric kept his word
and stopped collecting tax.
He changed his ways.
In Coventrythe people could relax.
The couple patched their differences,
sought out God together.
The legend of that daring ride
will live on forever.
It was such a famous journey.
The beautiful and fair
Lady Godgifu rode the streets
clothed just in long blonde hair
http://members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/ballad.html
Dying
byEmily Dickinson
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.
I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable,-and then
There interposed a fly,
With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.
Ode to S'mores
An ode to s’mores
I love them more
Every single day
Nice and sweet
My favorite treat
I’d eat them anyway
Tasty and yummy
Inside my tummy
Give me more I say
I do adore
My cherished s’mores
I’ll eat them June through May
Soft n fluffy
Big n puffy
They make me want to play
Or when I’m mad
And feeling sad
They chase my clouds away
An ode to s’mores
I want some more
Every single day
If we ran out
I’d have to shout, “MOM,
get some more today! ”
By Luke Bushen
Breakfast Elegy
Breakfast Elegy
can't eat any bacon
a soprano is screaming
like a dying pig
the elegy of morning
a glass of orange juice
she is not singing
that faint groaning elegy
which no one can sing
the CD player is working
I fixed it
one CD I bought
shows a woman's white bare breasts
my coffee is cold
a sound of a school bus outside
it must go where it must go
there is a curtain
which hangs over the window
not over a corpse
drifting silence
a still fly on the table
just two of us
now
Suchoon Mo_
By Anna Cormorant
Why am I standing here, alone,
When outside you are knocking, knocking?
I cannot come to you-
My feet are glued to the floor.
Forgive me, but I feared you!
Would that you could open the door,
But I have locked it!
Ah! What sorrow I have brought upon myself!
How you shout, how you plead for entrance
And how I want you to enter,
But you have not the strength to break the door.
Well, come on then! Find another way in!
Villanelle Of Spring Bells
by Keith Douglas
Bells in the town alight with spring
converse, with a concordance of new airs
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
People emerge from winter to hear them ring,
children glitter with mischief and the blind man hears
bells in the town alight with spring.
Even he on his eyes feels the caressing
finger of Persephone, and her voice escaped from tears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
Bird feels the enchantment of his wing
and in ten fine notes dispels twenty cares.
Bells in the town alight with spring
warble the praise of Time, for he can bring
this season: chimes the merry heaven bears
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
All evil men intent on evil thing
falter, for in their cold unready ears
bells in the town alight with spring
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Quarter 2 Reflection: A.P Lit
Lei Dennis-Osuagwu
01/23/09
2A/B
Quarter 2
Reflection
Literature is a term used to describe written or spoken material. Broadly speaking, "literature" is used to describe anything from creative writing to more technical or scientific works, but the term is most commonly used to refer to works of the creative imagination, including works of poetry, drama, fiction, and nonfiction. I have come to the realization that literature plays a very important role in my life everyday. Everything around me reflects literature, from the streets that I walk down, to the words that I speak. Without literature life would be plain as a white sheet. Literature represents a language a culture, tradition and a people. With Literature we as a people are introduced to new worlds and new experiences.
With literature I have come to a conclusion that this art has expanded my mind and exposed me to new knowledge, and new horizons I never thought to explore.
This last quarter I felt as if I have greatly progressed since the first quarter, I am more able to understand Shakespeare and great works like his, I’ve clearly made contact with my poetic mind, I’ve mastered the art of blogging, and found new ideas in making it better. My goal for the upcoming quarter is to write more. On my last reflection I expressed my goal to read and write more, and one of those goals I have fully accomplished. Since last quarter my interest in reading has gown larger than I expected, and I am proud of myself for that.
01/23/09
2A/B
Quarter 2
Reflection
Literature is a term used to describe written or spoken material. Broadly speaking, "literature" is used to describe anything from creative writing to more technical or scientific works, but the term is most commonly used to refer to works of the creative imagination, including works of poetry, drama, fiction, and nonfiction. I have come to the realization that literature plays a very important role in my life everyday. Everything around me reflects literature, from the streets that I walk down, to the words that I speak. Without literature life would be plain as a white sheet. Literature represents a language a culture, tradition and a people. With Literature we as a people are introduced to new worlds and new experiences.
With literature I have come to a conclusion that this art has expanded my mind and exposed me to new knowledge, and new horizons I never thought to explore.
This last quarter I felt as if I have greatly progressed since the first quarter, I am more able to understand Shakespeare and great works like his, I’ve clearly made contact with my poetic mind, I’ve mastered the art of blogging, and found new ideas in making it better. My goal for the upcoming quarter is to write more. On my last reflection I expressed my goal to read and write more, and one of those goals I have fully accomplished. Since last quarter my interest in reading has gown larger than I expected, and I am proud of myself for that.
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