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8/13/10
Monday, August 16th
*Community Cards
*Collect stray signature pages
*Finish any research & compose presentation
*Present tomorrow!
*OBJECTIVE: Analyze and evaluate the connection between literature and its historical period and culture.
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Sam B. 1rst hour
The bright humid Missouri morning begins with the usual of the national anthem and the pledge of allegiance. Mr. Becker warmly greets the class and takes roll. Explaining to us took longer than usual so we weren’t able to get to community cards, but class continues. The low hum of whispers can be heard like a breeze rustling the trees. Mr. Becker explains we will be working on our down and dirty presentations for tomorrow, we break into groups and get started. The class is unusually quiet as we begin to work. All that can be heard is the slight noise of lowered voices and the sound of Mr. Becker shuffling papers at his desk. Cell phones are discreetly being used by most of the class, as Mr. Becker remains apparently unaware of. The class continues without incident, when the bell rings it’s a mad rush to the door and out to face another day of classes.
Heather T., 7th hour I could tell as I walked in, today was not like any other day because there were no papers on the table under the usual English 4. As I entered the classroom, I could sense at least 20 pairs of eyes glance in my direction. As usual Mr. Becker called roll, only stopping for a moment between names to catch his breath. Looking around the room, I could feel the tension in the air. What was in store for us today? Gazing at the projection on the board, I read it aloud in my head. As I reached the words "compose projects", an alarm went off in my mind, realizing that I would actually have to work with other people. Waiting for Mr. Becker to finish explaining where the groups were going to work, I pushed my thoughts to the side and slid my desk to face the now appearing group. As one of my group members retrieved a laptop, I wondered how this would work out. Presenting, staring, all-eyes-on-me concept. I could feel my throat start to twitch, anticipating tomorrow's feelings. I will just have to suck it up and do my part, even if I did end up on the floor passed out. It seemed like class went on forever till I turned to face the clock, 5 more minutes. I just want to leave! Pushing the chairs back to their original positions, I couldn't help but wonder, who would go first tomorrow. It CAN'T be this group, it just CAN'T! My eyes again race to look at the time, 2 minutes. I can't stand this waiting! Can't we all just NOT publicly present our projects. I force my eyes shut, hearing the second hand tick softly against the crumbling papers and mumbled voices. I tell myself to breath deeply when.....RING RING RING RING.....I immediately stand up, exiting with the rest of the class. Pushing my way out of the door, I inhale the fresh air of the hallway, ignoring the crushing feeling of people around me. I made it..... Am I paranoid........ or is it just me?
I entered the classroonm and sat down in my seat.As I was sitting down the teacher started taking attendence.I heard him say Ms.Bradley! and I responded by saying here! Next, he puts the students into their work groups.He walked around the classroom with his hands in his pocket watching everybody making sure that everyone were on task but to be honest I really wanted to hear was the bell ring so that I could go to the next class.It was quite in the classroom today people barely talking but once the bell ranged you could tell everybody was happy just to leave and get up out of that class.
3 comments:
Sam B. 1rst hour
The bright humid Missouri morning begins with the usual of the national anthem and the pledge of allegiance. Mr. Becker warmly greets the class and takes roll. Explaining to us took longer than usual so we weren’t able to get to community cards, but class continues. The low hum of whispers can be heard like a breeze rustling the trees. Mr. Becker explains we will be working on our down and dirty presentations for tomorrow, we break into groups and get started. The class is unusually quiet as we begin to work. All that can be heard is the slight noise of lowered voices and the sound of Mr. Becker shuffling papers at his desk. Cell phones are discreetly being used by most of the class, as Mr. Becker remains apparently unaware of. The class continues without incident, when the bell rings it’s a mad rush to the door and out to face another day of classes.
Heather T., 7th hour
I could tell as I walked in, today was not like any other day because there were no papers on the table under the usual English 4. As I entered the classroom, I could sense at least 20 pairs of eyes glance in my direction. As usual Mr. Becker called roll, only stopping for a moment between names to catch his breath. Looking around the room, I could feel the tension in the air. What was in store for us today? Gazing at the projection on the board, I read it aloud in my head. As I reached the words "compose projects", an alarm went off in my mind, realizing that I would actually have to work with other people.
Waiting for Mr. Becker to finish explaining where the groups were going to work, I pushed my thoughts to the side and slid my desk to face the now appearing group. As one of my group members retrieved a laptop, I wondered how this would work out. Presenting, staring, all-eyes-on-me concept. I could feel my throat start to twitch, anticipating tomorrow's feelings. I will just have to suck it up and do my part, even if I did end up on the floor passed out. It seemed like class went on forever till I turned to face the clock, 5 more minutes. I just want to leave! Pushing the chairs back to their original positions, I couldn't help but wonder, who would go first tomorrow. It CAN'T be this group, it just CAN'T! My eyes again race to look at the time, 2 minutes. I can't stand this waiting! Can't we all just NOT publicly present our projects. I force my eyes shut, hearing the second hand tick softly against the crumbling papers and mumbled voices. I tell myself to breath deeply when.....RING RING RING RING.....I immediately stand up, exiting with the rest of the class. Pushing my way out of the door, I inhale the fresh air of the hallway, ignoring the crushing feeling of people around me. I made it.....
Am I paranoid........ or is it just me?
Tamika Bradley 3rd hour
I entered the classroonm and sat down in my seat.As I was sitting down the teacher started taking attendence.I heard him say Ms.Bradley! and I responded by saying here! Next, he puts the students into their work groups.He walked around the classroom with his hands in his pocket watching everybody making sure that everyone were on task but to be honest I really wanted to hear was the bell ring so that I could go to the next class.It was quite in the classroom today people barely talking but once the bell ranged you could tell everybody was happy just to leave and get up out of that class.
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