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English & Honors English
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fandomhigh_ooc, all of the English classes are in a strange sort of magic time whereupon this class could be elapsing on just about any day for your character. Please don't think about it too much. If you do, your brain might break into a thousand pieces -- and that would be bad. Very bad indeed. I'm also breaking this post into two comment threads for English and Honors English alike, as both classes have more or less the same things.
English / Honors English :: Day One
The English classroom at first glance appears to be one of those Places That Time Forgot -- upon entering, the first thing that's instantly visible are stacks and stacks of books, all of which are .... well, stacked not so neatly upon the floor. Rows of desks are set up somewhat haphazardly through the room for students to sit at -- and at the very front of the room is a large teacher's desk, which the professor is currently sitting upon.
Behind the teacher's desk, there is one large window which seems to indicate that the outside day is, in fact, a wintry December evening, an image distinctively at odds with the fall day that the students have no doubt just come in from. As the students file into the room, Jenny bounds to her feet. "Um, hello! My name is, um, Jennifer Schecter, but you can call me Jenny. I'm, um, going to be teaching you all English this year. Well, the English language, I mean. How to use the English language better, I mean, because of course you all already know how to speak English, or you wouldn't be here, right?
"And, um, anyway? I know it's the first day of classes, but I think it would be a good idea for us to get to know each other, so, um, I'd like you all to fill this sheet out and return it to me by the end of the class period. Um. If you like, you can discuss the results with one another, because I think it's really crucial for us to get to know each other so we can realize how interrelated we all are, and this is the fastest way for us to, um, really get to realize what kindred spirits we all are to one another." And then she gets up and starts passing out the worksheets.
Name:
Age:
Sex:
I am taking this class because:
My favorite book is:
Death is:
Love is:
The soul is:
My opinion on the similarities and differences between Theodore Geisel (pen name Dr. Seuss) and Ernest Hemingway (pen name Ernest Hemingway), especially as pertaining to the post-post-post-post-post modernist literary movement is:
Walking back to her seat on top of her desk, Jenny smiles brightly. Oh, so brightly. "Well, what are you all looking at? Fill the worksheet out! Discuss! I'll be walking around to answer any questions that you might have."
fandomhigh_ooc, all of the English classes are in a strange sort of magic time whereupon this class could be elapsing on just about any day for your character. Please don't think about it too much. If you do, your brain might break into a thousand pieces -- and that would be bad. Very bad indeed. I'm also breaking this post into two comment threads for English and Honors English alike, as both classes have more or less the same things.English / Honors English :: Day One
The English classroom at first glance appears to be one of those Places That Time Forgot -- upon entering, the first thing that's instantly visible are stacks and stacks of books, all of which are .... well, stacked not so neatly upon the floor. Rows of desks are set up somewhat haphazardly through the room for students to sit at -- and at the very front of the room is a large teacher's desk, which the professor is currently sitting upon.
Behind the teacher's desk, there is one large window which seems to indicate that the outside day is, in fact, a wintry December evening, an image distinctively at odds with the fall day that the students have no doubt just come in from. As the students file into the room, Jenny bounds to her feet. "Um, hello! My name is, um, Jennifer Schecter, but you can call me Jenny. I'm, um, going to be teaching you all English this year. Well, the English language, I mean. How to use the English language better, I mean, because of course you all already know how to speak English, or you wouldn't be here, right?
"And, um, anyway? I know it's the first day of classes, but I think it would be a good idea for us to get to know each other, so, um, I'd like you all to fill this sheet out and return it to me by the end of the class period. Um. If you like, you can discuss the results with one another, because I think it's really crucial for us to get to know each other so we can realize how interrelated we all are, and this is the fastest way for us to, um, really get to realize what kindred spirits we all are to one another." And then she gets up and starts passing out the worksheets.
Name:
Age:
Sex:
I am taking this class because:
My favorite book is:
Death is:
Love is:
The soul is:
My opinion on the similarities and differences between Theodore Geisel (pen name Dr. Seuss) and Ernest Hemingway (pen name Ernest Hemingway), especially as pertaining to the post-post-post-post-post modernist literary movement is:
Walking back to her seat on top of her desk, Jenny smiles brightly. Oh, so brightly. "Well, what are you all looking at? Fill the worksheet out! Discuss! I'll be walking around to answer any questions that you might have."
no subject
Age: 17
Sex: Male (Twink. If you don't ask, I won't have to explain.)
I am taking this class because: To further my education skills.
My favorite book is: Anything written by Edgar Allan Poe
Death is: The beginning.
Love is: Like poetry. It's not the words written that matters but the hand that writes them.
The soul is: The very air that breathes life into each of us.
My opinion on the similarities and differences between Theodore Geisel (pen name Dr. Seuss) and Ernest Hemingway (pen name Ernest Hemingway), especially as pertaining to the post-post-post-post-post modernist literary movement is: They both have rhyming issues in their poems in other words they both like to rhyme. The difference that I have seen is Suess has a tendancy to border on obsessively happy endings where Hemingway seems to be darker and more depressed endings or not so much depressed as...not what you expect. Sort of like Suess may not have the answers to life but its worth a look whilst the other is like in time the answers will come to me if I dont die first.
Joke in question that shows my point.
DR. SEUSS
Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes! The chicken crossed the road, But why it crossed, I’ve not been told!
ERNEST HEMINGWAY
To die. In the rain. Alone