Rubric for MDG Essay

Here's how I'll grade your essay:

Rubric:

______(5) Strong thesis statement prepares the reader for the content of the essay.

______(5) Response is concise and answers the question; it doesn't ramble.

______(5) Neatly written; no errors in spelling, grammar, or punctuation.

______(5) Response shows a thorough understanding of the story.

______(5) Response is well organized and logical.

Watch, LIsten, and Study: "Most Dangerous Game"

If you need more clarification about the story, go here:

https://sites.google.com/site/wwwthemostdangerousgamecom/-the-most-dangerous-game

If you want to listen to the story, click here for the mp3:

http://www.sffaudio.com/podcasts/SFFaudioPodcast105.mp3

If you want to watch the 1932 movie version, here it is:



FOR FRIDAY'S TEST:

Know spelling, definition, and parts of speech for all ten vocab words.

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Be prepared to write a short essay response. Choose one of these  questions. You won't have to respond to all, so choose just one to focus on.

Even though it's a short essay, remember to include a strong thesis statement stating the topic and what you believe about it. Then, include details from the story to support your thesis.

1. Which wins in this story: instinct or reason? Explain your answer.

2. A "dynamic" character is one who changes over the course of a story. In what ways is Rainsford a dynamic character in "MDG"?

3. How does the author create suspense in the story? Be specific.

4. Discuss the double meaning of the title of the story.

5. What do you make of the last line: "He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided" ?  Based on that line, what do you think happens after the end of the story?


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Review Q's (mostly taken from your story Q's)

1. When does Rainsford realize what game Zaroff hunts?

2. What's Whitney's opinion about hunting?

3. How is irony a factor in the story?

4. How does Ivan greet Rainsford?

5. What's the setting like?

6. Give an example of Rainsford's deductive reasoning.

http://ocw.usu.edu/english/introduction-to-writing-academic-prose/inductive-and-deductive-reasoning.html

7. What are some of Zaroff's character traits?

8. Why does Zaroff first come to the island? Why does Rainford?

9. Why does Zaroff prefer to hunt humans?

10. Why does Zaroff especially welcome Rainsford?

11. What's a Malay Mantrap?

12. At what point does Rainsford first realize he's going to be the prey?

13. How do you know that Zaroff is aware of his own cruelty?

14. How does Zaroff justify hunting humans?

15. Who dies?

16. How does Rainsford get the better of Zaroff?

17. What's the main conflict/

18. What's important about the last sentence in the story?

19. What are some examples of foreshadowing in the story?

"The Most Dangerous Game"

The flashcards are the words you need to know for Friday's test. Below the flash cards are other words you won't be tested on as vocab., but they're essential for understanding the story.

Know:

• spelling
• definition
• part of speech

Here are some terms/words you may not know:

• brier: a pipe
• czar: an emperor of Russia (before 1917)
• Crimea: a peninsula in the Ukraine
• solicitously: acting with attention to the needs of
• others
• astrakhan: curly fur of very young lambs
• Cossacks: a group from Ukraine--fierce warriors
• refectory table: a long, narrow table
• Monte Carlo: a gambling resort
• Ganges: river in India
• knouter: one who uses a knout (a leather whip)
• Tartar: a Turkish ethnic group stereotyped as

          being violent and unmanageable

• Lascars: East Indian sailors employed on European ships
• Malacca: present day Malaysia
• Malay mancatcher: A dead tree is balanced against a living one; a trigger is set. When trigger is activated, tree falls and causes harm.

"The Lottery Letters" and Response Question (HW due Thurs., 12/12)

"The Lottery" (Scroll down for your assignment.)
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“The Lottery” was published at a time when America was scrambling for conformity. Following World War II, the general public wanted to leave behind the horrors of war and genocide. They craved comfort, normalcy, and old-fashioned values. Jackson’s story was a cutting commentary on the dangers of blind obedience to tradition, and she threw it, like a grenade, into a complacent post-war society.

                                                      --Dan Saltzman

To understand more about the connection with world events after WWII,  investigate these links.

http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/era.cfm?eraID=16

http://uncengl127.wordpress.com/historicalinformation/

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Read the quote and article below ("The Lottery Letters). Respond to the question below the article in JE #28/right.

June 26, 2013  (From The New Yorker)

“The Lottery” Letters

Posted by Ruth Franklin

When Shirley Jackson’s story “The Lottery” was first published, in the June 26, 1948, issue of this magazine, Miriam Friend was a young mother living in Roselle, New Jersey, with her husband, a chemical engineer who worked on the Manhattan Project. An exact contemporary of Jackson’s—both women were born in 1916—she had recently left her job as a corporate librarian to care for her infant son, and she was a faithful reader of The New Yorker. “I frankly confess to being completely baffled by Shirley Jackson’s ‘The Lottery,’ ” she wrote in a letter to the editor after reading the story. “Will you please send us a brief explanation before my husband and I scratch right through our scalps trying to fathom it?”

Friend’s note was among the first of the torrent of letters that arrived at The New Yorker in the wake of “The Lottery”—the most mail the magazine had ever received in response to a work of fiction. Jackson’s story, in which the residents of an unidentified American village participate in an annual rite of stoning to death a person chosen among them by drawing lots, would quickly become one of the best known and most frequently anthologized short stories in English. “The Lottery” has been adapted for stage, television, opera, and ballet; it was even featured in an episode of “The Simpsons.” By now it is so familiar that it is hard to remember how shocking it originally seemed: “outrageous,” “gruesome,” or just “utterly pointless,” in the words of some of the readers who were moved to write. When I spoke to Friend recently—she is the only one of the letter writers I could track down who is still alive—she still remembered how upsetting she had found “The Lottery.” “I don’t know how anyone approved of that story,” she told me.

In a lecture Jackson often gave about the story’s creation and its aftermath, which was published posthumously under the title “Biography of a Story,” she said that of all the letters that came in that summer—they eventually numbered more than three hundred, by her count—only thirteen were kind, “and they were mostly from friends.” The rest, she wrote with mordant humor, were dominated by three main themes: “bewilderment, speculation, and plain old-fashioned abuse.” Readers wanted to know where such lotteries were held, and whether they could go and watch; they threatened to cancel their New Yorker subscriptions; they declared the story a piece of trash. If the letters “could be considered to give any accurate cross section of the reading public … I would stop writing now,” she concluded.

As Jackson’s biographer, I’ve pored over more than a hundred of these letters, which she kept in a giant scrapbook that is now in her archive at the Library of Congress. There were indeed some cancelled subscriptions, as well as a fair share of name-calling—Jackson was said to be “perverted” and “gratuitously disagreeable,” with “incredibly bad taste.” But the vast majority of the letter writers were not angry or abusive but simply confused. More than anything else, they wanted to understand what the story meant. The response of Carolyn Green, of New Milford, Connecticut, was typical. “Gentlemen,” she wrote, “I have read ‘The Lottery’ three times with increasing shock and horror.… Cannot decide whether [Jackson] is a genius or a female and more subtle version of Orson Welles.”

One of the many who took the story for a factual report was Stirling Silliphant, a producer at Twentieth Century-Fox: “All of us here have been grimly moved by Shirley Jackson’s story.… Was it purely an imaginative flight, or do such tribunal rituals still exist and, if so, where?” Andree L. Eilert, a fiction writer who once had her own byline in The New Yorker, wondered if “mass sadism” was still a part of ordinary life in New England, “or in equally enlightened regions.” Nahum Medalia, a professor of sociology at Harvard, also assumed the story was based in fact, though he was more admiring: “It is a wonderful story, and it kept me very cold on the hot morning when I read it.” The fact that so many readers accepted “The Lottery” as truthful is less astonishing than it now seems, since at the time The New Yorker did not designate its stories as fact or fiction, and the “casuals,” or humorous essays, were generally understood as falling somewhere in between.

Among those who were confused about Jackson’s intentions was Alfred L. Kroeber, an anthropologist at the University of California, Berkeley. “If Shirley Jackson’s intent was to symbolize into complete mystification, and at the same time be gratuitously disagreeable, she certainly succeeded,” he wrote. In an e-mail to me, Kroeber’s daughter, the novelist Ursula Le Guin, who was nineteen years old when “The Lottery” appeared, recalled her father’s reaction: “My memory is that my father was indignant at Shirley Jackson’s story because as a social anthropologist he felt that she didn’t, and couldn’t, tell us how the lottery could come to be an accepted social institution.” Since Jackson presented her fantasy “with all the trappings of contemporary realism,” Le Guin said, her father felt that she was “pulling a fast one” on the reader.

There were some outlandish theories. Marion Trout, of Lakewood, Ohio, suspected that the editorial staff had become “tools of Stalin.” Another reader wondered if it was a publicity stunt, while several more speculated that a concluding paragraph must have been accidentally cut by the printer. Others complained that the story had traumatized them so much that they had been unable to open any issues of the magazine since. “I read it while soaking in the tub … and was tempted to put my head underwater and end it all,” wrote Camilla Ballou, of St. Paul.

Even the New Yorker staff could not agree about “The Lottery.” The editors accepted it almost unanimously, the sole dissenter being William Maxwell, who found it “contrived” and “heavy-handed.” Brendan Gill, then a young staffer, told Jackson that the fiction editor Gus Lobrano, unsurprisingly, loved it, but reporters Joseph Mitchell, A. J. Liebling, and others were less impressed. (Gill thought it was “one of the best stories—two or three or four best—that the magazine ever printed.”) Harold Ross, the magazine’s editor at the time, never went on record with his personal opinion. But he wrote to Jackson’s husband, the literary critic and New Yorker staff writer Stanley Edgar Hyman, the following month that “the story has certainly been a great success from our standpoint.… [The cartoonist] Gluyas Williams said it is the best American horror story. I don’t know whether it’s that or not, or quite what it is, but it was a terrifically effective thing, and will become a classic in some category.”

The largest proportion of the respondents admired “The Lottery,” even if they did not believe they understood it. Arthur Wang, then at Viking Press and later to found the publishing house Hill and Wang, wrote to Hyman: “We discussed the story for almost an hour the other evening. It’s damned good but I haven’t met anyone who is sure that they … know what it’s about.” Nelson Olmsted, a producer at NBC, wrote to Jackson that he was interested in using the story on television. “I deal with hundreds of stories every year, but it has been a long time since I have seen one create as much interest and discussion as ‘The Lottery,’ ” he wrote. His own interpretation was that “humanity is normally opposed to progress; instead, it clutches with tenacity to the customs and fetishes of its ancestors.” (NBC ended up adapting “The Lottery” for two programs in the early nineteen-fifties.)

For the rest of her life, Jackson would receive letters demanding an explanation for “The Lottery.” She reportedly told one friend that it was based in anti-Semitism, and another that all the characters were modeled on actual people in North Bennington. After receiving a letter of praise from her college professor H. W. Herrington, she replied that the idea had originated in his folklore course. The best explanation for it is probably the most general, something like what she wrote in response to Joseph Henry Jackson, the literary editor of the San Francisco Chronicle, who confessed in his column that he was “stumped” by the story. “I suppose I hoped, by setting a particularly brutal ancient rite in the present and in my own village, to shock the story’s readers with a graphic dramatization of the pointless violence and general inhumanity in their own lives,” she replied. The New Yorker’s Kip Orr, who was charged with responding to all the letters on Jackson’s behalf, echoed this position in his standard formulation: “Miss Jackson’s story can be interpreted in half a dozen different ways. It’s just a fable.… She has chosen a nameless little village to show, in microcosm, how the forces of belligerence, persecution, and vindictiveness are, in mankind, endless and traditional and that their targets are chosen without reason.”

“The Lottery” takes the classic theme of man’s inhumanity to man and gives it an additional twist: the randomness inherent in brutality.or  It anticipates the way we would come to understand the twentieth century’s unique lessons about the capacity of ordinary citizens to do evil—from the Nazi camp bureaucracy, to the Communist societies that depended on the betrayal of neighbor by neighbor and the experiments by the psychologists Stanley Milgram and Philip Zimbardo demonstrating how little is required to induce strangers to turn against each other. In 1948, with the fresh horrors of the Second World War barely receding into memory and the Red Scare just beginning, it is no wonder that the story’s first readers reacted so vehemently to this ugly glimpse of their own faces in the mirror, even if they did not realize exactly what they were looking at.

Recalling “The Lottery” in our conversation, Miriam Friend was no less disturbed by it than she had been upon her first reading, nor had she changed her mind about it in the last sixty-five years. “Such a harsh story,” she said.

Response Question (at least 150 words): 
Imagine you're writing an opinionated letter to Shirley Jackson about "The Lottery." In the letter, make sure to comment on your feelings about the story. Also, ask her at least three specific questions about specific parts of the story that you find shocking, confusing, and/or interesting. Compare and contrast it to any similar stories or books you've read. (Even though Shirley passed away in the mid-sixties, pretend that she's up-to-date on current literature).  Include any other information you feel is relevant.
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"Lady or the Tiger?" by Frank Stockton

THE LADY, OR THE TIGER?

by

Frank R. Stockton

In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas,
though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of
distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as
became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant
fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will,
he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to
self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the
thing was done.  When every member of his domestic and political
systems moved smoothly in its appointed course, his nature was bland
and genial; but, whenever there was a little hitch, and some of his
orbs got out of their orbits, he was blander and more genial still, for
nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush
down uneven places.

Among the borrowed notions by which his barbarism had become semified
was that of the public arena, in which, by exhibitions of manly and
beastly valor, the minds of his subjects were refined and cultured.

But even here the exuberant and barbaric fancy asserted itself. The
arena of the king was built, not to give the people an opportunity of
hearing the rhapsodies of dying gladiators, nor to enable them to view
the inevitable conclusion of a conflict between religious opinions and
hungry jaws, but for purposes far better adapted to widen and develop
the mental energies of the people. This vast amphitheater, with its
encircling galleries, its mysterious vaults, and its unseen passages,
was an agent of poetic justice, in which crime was punished, or virtue
rewarded, by the decrees of an impartial and incorruptible chance.

When a subject was accused of a crime of sufficient importance to
interest the king, public notice was given that on an appointed day the
fate of the accused person would be decided in the king's arena, a
structure which well deserved its name, for, although its form and plan
were borrowed from afar, its purpose emanated solely from the brain of
this man, who, every barleycorn a king, knew no tradition to which he
owed more allegiance than pleased his fancy, and who ingrafted on every
adopted form of human thought and action the rich growth of his
barbaric idealism.

When all the people had assembled in the galleries, and the king,
surrounded by his court, sat high up on his throne of royal state on
one side of the arena, he gave a signal, a door beneath him opened, and
the accused subject stepped out into the amphitheater. Directly
opposite him, on the other side of the inclosed space, were two doors,
exactly alike and side by side. It was the duty and the privilege of
the person on trial to walk directly to these doors and open one of
them. He could open either door he pleased; he was subject to no
guidance or influence but that of the aforementioned impartial and
incorruptible chance. If he opened the one, there came out of it a
hungry tiger, the fiercest and most cruel that could be procured, which
immediately sprang upon him and tore him to pieces as a punishment for
his guilt. The moment that the case of the criminal was thus decided,
doleful iron bells were clanged, great wails went up from the hired
mourners posted on the outer rim of the arena, and the vast audience,
with bowed heads and downcast hearts, wended slowly their homeward way,
mourning greatly that one so young and fair, or so old and respected,
should have merited so dire a fate.

But, if the accused person opened the other door, there came forth from
it a lady, the most suitable to his years and station that his majesty
could select among his fair subjects, and to this lady he was
immediately married, as a reward of his innocence. It mattered not that
he might already possess a wife and family, or that his affections
might be engaged upon an object of his own selection; the king allowed
no such subordinate arrangements to interfere with his great scheme of
retribution and reward. The exercises, as in the other instance, took
place immediately, and in the arena. Another door opened beneath the
king, and a priest, followed by a band of choristers, and dancing
maidens blowing joyous airs on golden horns and treading an epithalamic
measure, advanced to where the pair stood, side by side, and the
wedding was promptly and cheerily solemnized. Then the gay brass bells
rang forth their merry peals, the people shouted glad hurrahs, and the
innocent man, preceded by children strewing flowers on his path, led
his bride to his home.

This was the king's semi-barbaric method of administering justice. Its
perfect fairness is obvious. The criminal could not know out of which
door would come the lady; he opened either he pleased, without having
the slightest idea whether, in the next instant, he was to be devoured
or married. On some occasions the tiger came out of one door, and on
some out of the other. The decisions of this tribunal were not only
fair, they were positively determinate: the accused person was
instantly punished if he found himself guilty, and, if innocent, he was
rewarded on the spot, whether he liked it or not. There was no escape
from the judgments of the king's arena.

The institution was a very popular one. When the people gathered
together on one of the great trial days, they never knew whether they
were to witness a bloody slaughter or a hilarious wedding.  This
element of uncertainty lent an interest to the occasion which it could
not otherwise have attained. Thus, the masses were entertained and
pleased, and the thinking part of the community could bring no charge
of unfairness against this plan, for did not the accused person have
the whole matter in his own hands?

This semi-barbaric king had a daughter as blooming as his most florid
fancies, and with a soul as fervent and imperious as his own. As is
usual in such cases, she was the apple of his eye, and was loved by him
above all humanity. Among his courtiers was a young man of that
fineness of blood and lowness of station common to the conventional
heroes of romance who love royal maidens. This royal maiden was well
satisfied with her lover, for he was handsome and brave to a degree
unsurpassed in all this kingdom, and she loved him with an ardor that
had enough of barbarism in it to make it exceedingly warm and strong.
This love affair moved on happily for many months, until one day the
king happened to discover its existence. He did not hesitate nor waver
in regard to his duty in the premises. The youth was immediately cast
into prison, and a day was appointed for his trial in the king's arena.
This, of course, was an especially important occasion, and his majesty,
as well as all the people, was greatly interested in the workings and
development of this trial. Never before had such a case occurred; never
before had a subject dared to love the daughter of the king. In after
years such things became commonplace enough, but then they were in no
slight degree novel and startling.

The tiger-cages of the kingdom were searched for the most savage and
relentless beasts, from which the fiercest monster might be selected
for the arena; and the ranks of maiden youth and beauty throughout the
land were carefully surveyed by competent judges in order that the
young man might have a fitting bride in case fate did not determine for
him a different destiny. Of course, everybody knew that the deed with
which the accused was charged had been done. He had loved the princess,
and neither he, she, nor any one else, thought of denying the fact; but
the king would not think of allowing any fact of this kind to interfere
with the workings of the tribunal, in which he took such great delight
and satisfaction. No matter how the affair turned out, the youth would
be disposed of, and the king would take an aesthetic pleasure in
watching the course of events, which would determine whether or not the
young man had done wrong in allowing himself to love the princess.

The appointed day arrived. From far and near the people gathered, and
thronged the great galleries of the arena, and crowds, unable to gain
admittance, massed themselves against its outside walls.  The king and
his court were in their places, opposite the twin doors, those fateful
portals, so terrible in their similarity.

All was ready. The signal was given. A door beneath the royal party
opened, and the lover of the princess walked into the arena.  Tall,
beautiful, fair, his appearance was greeted with a low hum of
admiration and anxiety. Half the audience had not known so grand a
youth had lived among them. No wonder the princess loved him! What a
terrible thing for him to be there!

As the youth advanced into the arena he turned, as the custom was, to
bow to the king, but he did not think at all of that royal personage.
His eyes were fixed upon the princess, who sat to the right of her
father. Had it not been for the moiety of barbarism in her nature it is
probable that lady would not have been there, but her intense and
fervid soul would not allow her to be absent on an occasion in which
she was so terribly interested. From the moment that the decree had
gone forth that her lover should decide his fate in the king's arena,
she had thought of nothing, night or day, but this great event and the
various subjects connected with it. Possessed of more power, influence,
and force of character than any one who had ever before been interested
in such a case, she had done what no other person had done,--she had
possessed herself of the secret of the doors. She knew in which of the
two rooms, that lay behind those doors, stood the cage of the tiger,
with its open front, and in which waited the lady.  Through these thick
doors, heavily curtained with skins on the inside, it was impossible
that any noise or suggestion should come from within to the person who
should approach to raise the latch of one of them. But gold, and the
power of a woman's will, had brought the secret to the princess.

And not only did she know in which room stood the lady ready to emerge,
all blushing and radiant, should her door be opened, but she knew who
the lady was. It was one of the fairest and loveliest of the damsels of
the court who had been selected as the reward of the accused youth,
should he be proved innocent of the crime of aspiring to one so far
above him; and the princess hated her. Often had she seen, or imagined
that she had seen, this fair creature throwing glances of admiration
upon the person of her lover, and sometimes she thought these glances
were perceived, and even returned. Now and then she had seen them
talking together; it was but for a moment or two, but much can be said
in a brief space; it may have been on most unimportant topics, but how
could she know that? The girl was lovely, but she had dared to raise
her eyes to the loved one of the princess; and, with all the intensity
of the savage blood transmitted to her through long lines of wholly
barbaric ancestors, she hated the woman who blushed and trembled behind
that silent door.

When her lover turned and looked at her, and his eye met hers as she
sat there, paler and whiter than any one in the vast ocean of anxious
faces about her, he saw, by that power of quick perception which is
given to those whose souls are one, that she knew behind which door
crouched the tiger, and behind which stood the lady. He had expected
her to know it. He understood her nature, and his soul was assured that
she would never rest until she had made plain to herself this thing,
hidden to all other lookers-on, even to the king. The only hope for the
youth in which there was any element of certainty was based upon the
success of the princess in discovering this mystery; and the moment he
looked upon her, he saw she had succeeded, as in his soul he knew she
would succeed.

Then it was that his quick and anxious glance asked the question:
"Which?" It was as plain to her as if he shouted it from where he
stood. There was not an instant to be lost. The question was asked in a
flash; it must be answered in another.

Her right arm lay on the cushioned parapet before her. She raised her
hand, and made a slight, quick movement toward the right. No one but
her lover saw her. Every eye but his was fixed on the man in the arena.

He turned, and with a firm and rapid step he walked across the empty
space. Every heart stopped beating, every breath was held, every eye
was fixed immovably upon that man. Without the slightest hesitation, he
went to the door on the right, and opened it.

Now, the point of the story is this: Did the tiger come out of that
door, or did the lady?

The more we reflect upon this question, the harder it is to answer. It
involves a study of the human heart which leads us through devious
mazes of passion, out of which it is difficult to find our way. Think
of it, fair reader, not as if the decision of the question depended
upon yourself, but upon that hot-blooded, semi-barbaric princess, her
soul at a white heat beneath the combined fires of despair and
jealousy. She had lost him, but who should have him?

How often, in her waking hours and in her dreams, had she started in
wild horror, and covered her face with her hands as she thought of her
lover opening the door on the other side of which waited the cruel
fangs of the tiger!

But how much oftener had she seen him at the other door! How in her
grievous reveries had she gnashed her teeth, and torn her hair, when
she saw his start of rapturous delight as he opened the door of the
lady! How her soul had burned in agony when she had seen him rush to
meet that woman, with her flushing cheek and sparkling eye of triumph;
when she had seen him lead her forth, his whole frame kindled with the
joy of recovered life; when she had heard the glad shouts from the
multitude, and the wild ringing of the happy bells; when she had seen
the priest, with his joyous followers, advance to the couple, and make
them man and wife before her very eyes; and when she had seen them walk
away together upon their path of flowers, followed by the tremendous
shouts of the hilarious multitude, in which her one despairing shriek
was lost and drowned!

Would it not be better for him to die at once, and go to wait for her
in the blessed regions of semi-barbaric futurity?

And yet, that awful tiger, those shrieks, that blood!

Her decision had been indicated in an instant, but it had been made
after days and nights of anguished deliberation. She had known she
would be asked, she had decided what she would answer, and, without the
slightest hesitation, she had moved her hand to the right.

The question of her decision is one not to be lightly considered, and
it is not for me to presume to set myself up as the one person able to
answer it. And so I leave it with all of you: Which came out of the
opened door,--the lady, or the tiger?

Sharing Comments, Note Cards, and Hooks

Google Docs:
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Note Cards:
Here's the link to the power point about making note cards. If you can't see the power point, I've put the transcription on the tab at the top called "Note Cards."

http://www.slideshare.net/missmccauley/writing-cue-cards

(Thank you, Miss McCauley.)

Hooks! 
If you don't grab your audience right away, you'll have lost us immediately. Make sure you have a strong hook at the beginning of your speech! These are just suggestions, but they're good ones.

      Personal Anecdote

       An anecdote, or short story, can work well if it's a good one. It might be humorous, emotional, ridiculous, or            enlightening, but it should help illustrate why this person is important to you.

     Dramatic Statement (can be a fact or not)

The dramatic statement about your topic is designed to elicit  an emotional response from the reader. Take care to keep it connected to your topic; don't just use this for shock value.

Example: Twenty years from now, artificial intelligence could dominate human intelligence.

Definition

Open with a definition of a word strongly related to the topic you are discussing. It can be your own or come from a dictionary or textbook. If you take it from a dictionary or textbook, be sure to use quotation marks and give credit to the source.

Example: According to Webster's Dictionary, a government is the authority that serves the people and acts on their behalf.

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     Well Known Quotation or Quotation from a Famous Person

Open with a quotation that is well known or from a famous person. Be sure to put quotations around the quotation and give credit to the person who said it. Of course, the quotation must be directly related to your topic.

Example: President John F. Kennedy once said, "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country."

     Figurative Language

Begin with one of these that relates to your topic:

·        metaphor                     

·        simile

·        hyperbole

·        personification

·        idiom

·        alliteration

Correction

Be

ready

to 

present

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Tribute Speech

According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking.  Number two is death.                                                                                             --Jerry Seinfeld

Tribute Essay/Speech

--Your speech will be 3-4 minutes long, so keep that in mind as you write.

--There's an example of a tribute speech below.**

--At the very bottom, I've included a link to the  pre-writing chart if you need another one. 

Intro: 

•  Hook: 

                Grab your audience: Please don't ask a question for your hook! 
                Thought-provoking? Suspenseful? Humorous? A quote? An anecdote?

• Thesis Statement: 

               Who is this person, and what's the overall reason this person is your honoree?

•  Brief Preview: 

                What are the three character traits that have most impressed you and impacted you in a                          positive  way?

Body Paragraphs:

1. In each body pararaph,  focus on the one of your three reasons from the brief preview.

Then, give at least two examples that support the reason.

2. In each body paragraph, it's critical that you SHOW, not TELL, who this person is through clear and descriptive anecdotes (little stories), examples, and other concrete details.

3. It should be very clear to your audience why you are honoring this person. Don't just tell the audience, show them!

Telling:

Egore is really helpful.

Showing:

Last year, when I had the flu for two weeks, Egore would bring all my HW to me and help me

stay current in all my classes. Not only that, he was always willing to tutor me in math. 

Telling:

My dad is a great guy.

Showing:

When I missed a goal in the final tournament of the season, I was so ashamed and disappointed in

myself. I walked off the field with tears rolling down my cheeks, and I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Dad was there at the car waiting for me. I was so afraid he'd be angry with me, but instead, he just gave me a huge bear hug and said, "Let's go get some ice cream." That was exactly what I needed, and he knew it.

Conclusion: 

1. Remember to refer back to your thesis statement in some way (but not by repeating it verbatim!)

2. Consider these ideas for your conclusion:

     a. What have you learned about life from this person?

     b. How has s/he enriched your life?

     c. In what was are you a better person for knowing your tributee?

     d. How would your life be different if you didn't know this person?

     e. How will you use what this person has taught you to make your life better?

Tribute Speech Example:

This example uses the 5P format as a springboard, and you can feel free to do that, too. What's good about it is it gives a strong sense of the connection between the author and the tributee. It could use more "showing" language, but overall, it's solid.

Generous of Heart and Spirit

            Lunch recess. Third grade. This had been going on for days now--probably a week, at least. It was spring, and the weather was warming up. No more 30 degree mornings. Lately, all the mean kids had decided I was the one to pick on, and I’d had just about enough. I was tired of crying and feeling like the victim, and I was about to rise up like the Phoenix from the ashes and get some backbone, finally. From where, I didn’t know. I felt pretty sorry for myself I had to do it all by myself, or at least I thought I did. At the precise moment when I was about to walk up to Ringleader Boy and let him know I’d reached my limit,  Egore appeared out of nowhere, and there he was right by my side. I’m not a violent person by nature, but when Egore stepped up and punched Ringleader Boy in the nose, I can’t say I was disappointed. In fact, I felt such relief that I threw my arms around him and gave him a huge kid-hug. I’m not so sure he appreciated it in front of our fellow third-graders, but that one episode of bravery on Egore’s part made him my hero and cemented our friendship. Egore has been my best friend since third grade I wouldn't trade him for the world.

            Egore is not movie-star handsome, but he's got this strange crooked smile that makes him when I look into his warm, deep brown eyes, I know he listening to me when I talk. He just so there for me. There is no effort on his part; Egore just is the most patient, kind person I know. He doesn’t dress in the most up-to-date ways; fashion is not an aspect of life he puts high on his priority list.  Egore is genuinely oblivious to other’s opinions of him, which frees him up to be himself, 100%.

            What I love about this person is his willingness to “stand up for what is right, even if he’s standing alone.” He will always follow his conscience, just as he  did in third grade when those kids were bullying me. Sure, he got in big trouble for punching Ringleader Boy, but he accepted the responsibility and moved on.  Another example of Egore’s integrity is when this mentally challenged person was being taunted at the mall, Egore went right upto those kids and told them, in a gentle yet firm way to “back off.” Although most of those kids were physically stronger and bigger than he is, they listened. He has this mystical way of making people listen to him. His voice is  high and shimmery, but he chooses his words carefully. When he talks, people listen.

            Egore’s family life isn’t exactly storybook-like. His parents are divorced, and he doesn’t see his dad much. Because his mom works full-time, he has to take care of his little brother a lot. Most kids I know can’t wait to get away from their younger siblings. Egore, however, loves his brother and really watches out for him. In fact, he often brings him along when we do things together after school. I don’t even mind much because they are so sweet together, and it makes me feel good just to watch how they interact.

            Egore is very gifted, and he is generous with his abilities. Math isn’t my strongest subject, to say the least, but Egore helps me with homework whenever I ask him. He doesn’t just give me the answers--he makes me figure out the problems, He has this way of explaining abstract ideas that make them seem concrete.

            Since that fateful day in third grade, Egore has been someone very special to me. I admire him tremendously, not so much for what he’s accomplished--although, talk to me in twenty years and I’m sure there will be many successes--but for what he's taught me about being a true and loyal friend.

Essay Pre-Writing Sheet:

If you can't print it from here, click on this link:

https://www.box.com/s/ltwurdcvok26uzk0i48t

Evaluating Speeches

One of the best ways to learn about public speaking is to listen and learn from both experienced and inexperienced orators.

Directions:

You'll be doing your evaluations in JE #21/left.

Set your page up like this:

Explore these links.  From either or both of the two links, choose a total of  three that you're willing to watch all the way through.

http://northgatehighschool.net/Academics/Departments/SocialStudies/PublicSpeaking/ExampleSpeeches/tabid/512/Default.aspx

http://highered.mcgraw-hill.com/sites/0073534196/student_view0/student_speech_videos.html

Evaluate your three choices.
Be observant and specific. Vary your comments. Avoid repeating yourself.

• Name of Speech Column = Write the name of each speech you've chosen to evaluate.
• Plus Column                    = Write at least three positive comments, even if it's not a great speech.
• Minus Column                =  Write at least three ways the speaker could improve.

Journal Grading/Self-Eval. Letter

Click on Journal Table of Contents tab to help you get ready for journal grading. 
Click on HW For the Week of...  to see what's due.

Tribute Speech/Public Speaking

Although we're still working on our short story unit, please be thinking about a topic for your upcoming Triubute Speech.

A tribute speech is an opportunity to give credit to someone who's had a significant effect on your life in a positive way. 

Your HW (due Monday in JE #20/left) is a list of 10 questions you have about this speech in particular or public speaking in general.

Be ready to discuss your questions in class on Monday.

Practice, Practice, Practice.

Tomorrow is our class presentation of "The Raven." Be ready! Be dramatic!

   

Important Information for Class on Wednesday, 10/30

Ask Finn to show you the photo of the pumpkin he carved! He sent me a picture, but it hasn't come through yet. It's amazing.

Tomorrow in class, we'll be having a quiz on poetic devices in "The Raven" and comprehension of the poem, as well.  If you can answer these questions and provide examples from the text, you'll do fine on the quiz.

You can use JE 19/left and right on the quiz.

Be able to find provide two examples of each of these poetic devices from the poem.

So, find two examples of alliteration. Find one in any stanza 1-9, and another from any stanza 10-18 (total of two).

Do the same for assonance and internal rhyme.

You'll have a total of six examples.


Make sure to annotate your poem so you locate them tomorrow on the quiz.

Use this link:
http://www.teachersfirst.com/lessons/raven/start-fl.cfm

• Alliteration  (Stanza 1-9)  
• Alliteration (stanza 10-18) 
• Assonance (stanza 1-9) 
• Assonance (stanza 10-18) 
• Internal rhyme (stanza 1-9) 
• Internal rhyme  (stanza 10-18) 

Be able to answer the following questions. The link won't help you here. 

1. In the opening stanza, what's the mood the author creates? Specifically, how does he 

create it? 

2. Is there any indication that the narrator may have dreamt the entire episode? 

3. What is he hoping the Raven can tell him? 

4.  Do you trust the speaker? Do you think he gives us an accurate version of reality, or is it possible that he is making up or distorting some of these things?

Review your notes from the Introduction on "The Raven" tab.

Email me after 6 PM if you have questions, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I won't email you after 9 PM, though.

"The Raven" HW

Raven HW =

• Please click on "The Raven" tab at the top of the page and follow instructions.
• Then, come back to this page ("Home") and find out which stanza you're responsible for from the chart below.
• Copy your stanza on an index card.

Period 2: Raven Partners

• Please copy your stanza EXACTLY as it is in the poem.
• Make sure your line breaks are the same as Poe's.
• Come to class on Thursday familiar with your stanza; have it memorized by Friday, please.

Stanza	Partners
1	Jon and Riley
2	Maddy B. and Natalia
3	Victor and Ben
4.	Cole and Liam
5	Elias and Lucy
6	Nathan and Maggie
7	Finn and Kayla
8	Luc and Maya
9	Tannor and Taylor J.
10.	Ezri and Lily
11.	Ryan and Morgan
12	Jesse and Jo Jo
13	Conor and Raegan
14	Haiden and Shaina
15	Killian and Jaxson
16	Jake and Sidney
17	If you want extra credit, memorize this stanza, too.
18	Maddie and Susanna (!!!!!)

Period 3: Raven Partners

Please copy your stanza EXACTLY as it is in the poem.

Make sure your line breaks are the same as Poe's.

Come to class on Thursday familiar with your stanza; have it memorized by Friday, please.

Stanza	Partners
1	Abby A. and Sophie
2	Abby B. and Katie
3	Conrad and Aeddon
4.	Sarathi and Connell
5	Julia and Amaya
6	Alexa and Annie
7	Megan and Tomas
8	Will and Lucy
9	Max and Keon
10.	Brenna and Ian
11.	Emily P. and Emily H.
12	Sophie R. and China
13	Kaelyn and Trevor
14	Kambria and Eli
15	Patrick and Archer
16	Adrielle and Scout
17	Lauren and Brenna (EC for Brenna)
18	Memorize this one if you want extra credit.