Day #2 dystopia
P 3/4 with Ms. Walker:
- Collect homework...1-35 "I noticed" worksheet
- Video with Ray Bradbury
- Write down three things that they noticed or were noteworthy
- Whip-around with one of your responses ("pass" if you'd like)
- Collect at end, make sure your name is on it
- Book Thief clip & Article from Holocaust Memorial Museum
- Blog entry titled "Book Burning"
- 10 minutes of writing
- Why would governments (F451 and/or Nazi regime) want to burn books? Possible sub-questions:
- Why would benefit them?
- What's the danger of books to authority?
- Why would people rebel against this?
- How would would feel?
- BONUS: Do you think there there any valid reasons for destroying books?
- BONUS: Who does Dr. Goebbels remind you of in F451 and why?
P 8/9 & 6/7:
- Collect HW-- 1-35 "I Noticed" worksheet
- Pick one of the following to write about in your blog for 10 minutes.
- Call it "Dystopia #2" in title
OR
- Review last night's reading (pages 1-35)
- What did you notice?
- Part I:
- Order the events from the cutouts given by Ms. Peterson
- Explain the significance of each with your partner
- Report out to class
- Part II: Second blog entry for today....
- Title: F451 and happiness
- Question: Do you think Montag is a happy person? What about Mildred? Would you be happy given the life they appear to be living? Use examples from the book as support.
- Length: 100-150 words.
- Due next class: Vocabulary Project! Continue working toward page 70 in F451.
Her head had been on the ground for three years now. And no one had bothered to even try to move it.
ReplyDeleteAs a walked past it, the sagging fence barely keeping out squirrels, I loved the idea that she had once been a beacon of hope. That's what I remember my parents telling me. How long, long ago, Liberty had been the symbol of freedom and finally reaching a destination they could have only dreamed of. It wasn't ironic that three years ago she had fallen, and so had all the dreams of every teen east of what had once been the Mississippi.
"You're late," my brother kicked me forward. We didn't have an amiable relationship, I was pretty sure he hated me. "The digging won't happen by itself, and neither will dinner." I wanted to shove him into the dusty ground. I wanted him to writhe in pain right in lady Liberty's gaze. I wanted her to know that I still cared about freedom, and hope, and that my brother was the worst person in the world to conforming to The Dig. And believing in what it signified and that I never in a million years would believe.
But, this time he kicked me harder, this time in the back of my right knee, the one I already favored. And, so, I marched on.