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The Color Purple

The class started reading the Color Purple today. The book started off way to graphic for my liking. I became uninterested in the book. I don’t like reading things like what I have read in the first letter, the book is written with just letters. Which is the only good thing about this book. In addition, the book is basically about women having disadvantages and the book makes all men look like pigs.

Birmingham

Today, me and Mrs. Salter took a trip to Birmingham for NFLC (National Fall Leadership Conference). We are meeting with people from different states and conducting workshops. I can not wait till the first workshop tomorrow and the free hotel food.

Groups analyzing poem

Mr. Rease put the class into four groups. We all had to analyze the poem and come up with an overall meaning. The poem was somewhat difficult but my group did very well trying to figure out its meaning. I have fun doing it and the author Silvia Plath, writes some dark literature. It’s always something about death, darkness, and suicide. After our groups finished analyzing, we had to explain the function of some literary devices and create a critical thinking question. The class did not finish. .

Another poem

We analyzed a poem named You’re by Silvia Plath. We circled the metaphors we found and underlined the similes. After we found the figurative language we had to explain its function. This activity was fun and the poem was about a baby, how innocent, pure, happy, energetic, smooth, clean, warm, still and etc they are. Babies are beautiful and precious; I loved the poem. In addition, Mr. Rease gave us a pop quiz out of the blue. He told us to take out a piece of paper, write your name, number it 1-20, and write major grade on the top-right corner. He asked us a few questions and the class was like “I was not here! I haven’t read that poem, WHAT!” This was very funny and the best part was when Mr. Rease said, “It’s a joke! This is not a real quiz.” The class was so mad but so amused. Mr. Rease did a good job tricking the class.

Poem

     In class, Mr. Rease asked us to choose any object and create a poem about it. He said he will enter in a contest for a chance of winning money. I rote about a clock because time is quite strange. Happy and precious moments go by so fast while painful and sad moneys last for to long. Time never gives anyone a break.