The tardy bell rings before 6th hour just like every other day. Our class commences in side talking for a couple of minutes while Mr. Becker goes over the attendance quietly. A few minutes after the bell rings, Chaz wobbles in on his crutches announcing that he hurt his knee in football. Everyone is too mesmerized by his bright blue, and green, with a slight hint of orange shirt to even worry about his knee. When we all snapped out of the trance, we somehow got on the topic of a fight to death with Chaz's crutches. No idea where that came from. After Mr. Becker announced that it was finally time to begin class we all heard this noise that sounded like a clown horn. We soon figured out that it was Scott's phone, go figure. Unfortunately today, no one had to take the embarrassing walk of shame to grab a piece of paper with more, you guessed it, questions about our reading yesterday. Mr. Becker reminded us that we were supposed to do what is in the box on the left of the paper before commencing to the questions in the box on the right. Then he dismissed us to our groups from an earlier time. As we were getting into our groups, he reminded us that every group had to come up with one question, which we will go over later. Just when everyone started to finally get on topic, Mr. Fingers', the tech man, walkie talkie went off and everyone screamed. I don't think it was that scary, but everyone else thought it was as scary as Chuckie. But anyways, Nathan helped Chaz to his new seat, seeing that he can't carry his own papers, and helps him settle in. Then the discussion over Medea commences. With 10 min left Mr. Becker calls everyone back to their original seats. Chaz sighs in disappointment for he does not want to wobble around the room again. Thankfully, Rachel helps him back to his seat. Right before he is about to sit down, Nathan looses the cap off his pen. Chaz, being the nice guy his is, tries to bend down and pick it up for him. Yeah, that was a dumb idea. He almost falls over, so Mr. Becker comes to the rescue and saves his life from yet another tragic accident. The group questions commence. Group 1 was wondering if what Medea is plotting is even worth the trouble. Zach proudly exclaims, "she is crazy. She went Resident Evil on her brother." Everyone gets a little chuckle out and then it is back to business. The second group realizes that Medea tells the chorus that she will make dead bodies, and all that good stuff, but they don't react like people normally would. Why do they still stand by her after they hear her murderous plot? Malcom thinks that it is the way for the narrator to talk to the audience without breaking that "fourth wall." Someone else exclaims, it is always the women's fault. I think the guys and some of the girls in our class don't think very highly of women, but who can blame them. Just kidding. The third group came up with the question, "Did Jason have a real attachment to kids?" Everyone agreed that he thought of himself as a sperm donor and not a father. The final question was asked right before the bell rang and it was that they were surprised that he thought that Medea deserved worse. Then, the bell rang and Mr. Becker told us to hold our thoughts.
The day began as usual, bells groginess, and breakfast (for some, cookies). The eyes were still wuite sore. After getting barely 15 hours to recover from fasion diasasters, the eyes were assaulted by the bright, neon hues of the senior class shirt. The only neon Mr. Becker has is a neon yellow cup. After Mr. Becker reads the questions we are to discuss, we get into our previous groups and begin discussing. The discussion varies tempos: some moments, the discussion is intense and then it would settled down like a lake on a very calm day. Nonetheless, the discussions are quite productive because the room is quite vibrant. Some questions up for discussion include if men have been the main storytellers throughout history and if because of this, women have been given a poor standing through stories alone. After our group discussions, we put our desks back together and we discussed the previous reading section as a whole class. At that time, Mr. Becker asks for our group-generated questions. Some questions are a hit, while others fall flat. The discussion, though, still continues with a lot of interest. At the end of class, Mr. Becker says, "Oh, by the way, Medea is not crazily in love, but instead she has been struck by one of Eros' arrows." That changes a lot of things. As Mr. Becker finishes his sentence, the bell rings and everyone rushes out the door to their 3rd hour.
Before I walked into class, missing two days of school, I think how life is going to suck for being allergic to my body wash and missing to days. I walked into class and took a death breath and grabed a paper from the table. I sat down and tried to to read the board but I never can because the lights put a glar on the bored so I gave up. As i started to think up my scribe notes I suddenly realize that I have spanish class next, so I tap Amber on the shoulder as i always do and she was so kind to tell me that spanish class is sucking with the sub and how she hasnt learned anything at all. That made me super excited to go to spanish( NOT REALLY). Why is this class so cold? My toes are freezing. I begin to think how I really dont want to read this play, because I really hate reading plays, its so hard. Then Mr. Becker tells the class that we are about to get into our groups. YAY. I love being in groups. NOT REALLY. Im more of an independent person. Pluse Im the only girl. Ok, reading this play is sucking. And this story makes no since. I also have to go pee. But Im too scared to ask. Im a big scardey cat about everything. I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO SPANISH CLASS AT ALL. PLEASE LET ME GO HOME!!
Brianna G. Hr. 6
ReplyDeleteThe tardy bell rings before 6th hour just like every other day. Our class commences in side talking for a couple of minutes while Mr. Becker goes over the attendance quietly. A few minutes after the bell rings, Chaz wobbles in on his crutches announcing that he hurt his knee in football. Everyone is too mesmerized by his bright blue, and green, with a slight hint of orange shirt to even worry about his knee. When we all snapped out of the trance, we somehow got on the topic of a fight to death with Chaz's crutches. No idea where that came from. After Mr. Becker announced that it was finally time to begin class we all heard this noise that sounded like a clown horn. We soon figured out that it was Scott's phone, go figure. Unfortunately today, no one had to take the embarrassing walk of shame to grab a piece of paper with more, you guessed it, questions about our reading yesterday. Mr. Becker reminded us that we were supposed to do what is in the box on the left of the paper before commencing to the questions in the box on the right. Then he dismissed us to our groups from an earlier time. As we were getting into our groups, he reminded us that every group had to come up with one question, which we will go over later. Just when everyone started to finally get on topic, Mr. Fingers', the tech man, walkie talkie went off and everyone screamed. I don't think it was that scary, but everyone else thought it was as scary as Chuckie. But anyways, Nathan helped Chaz to his new seat, seeing that he can't carry his own papers, and helps him settle in. Then the discussion over Medea commences. With 10 min left Mr. Becker calls everyone back to their original seats. Chaz sighs in disappointment for he does not want to wobble around the room again. Thankfully, Rachel helps him back to his seat. Right before he is about to sit down, Nathan looses the cap off his pen. Chaz, being the nice guy his is, tries to bend down and pick it up for him. Yeah, that was a dumb idea. He almost falls over, so Mr. Becker comes to the rescue and saves his life from yet another tragic accident. The group questions commence. Group 1 was wondering if what Medea is plotting is even worth the trouble. Zach proudly exclaims, "she is crazy. She went Resident Evil on her brother." Everyone gets a little chuckle out and then it is back to business. The second group realizes that Medea tells the chorus that she will make dead bodies, and all that good stuff, but they don't react like people normally would. Why do they still stand by her after they hear her murderous plot? Malcom thinks that it is the way for the narrator to talk to the audience without breaking that "fourth wall." Someone else exclaims, it is always the women's fault. I think the guys and some of the girls in our class don't think very highly of women, but who can blame them. Just kidding. The third group came up with the question, "Did Jason have a real attachment to kids?" Everyone agreed that he thought of himself as a sperm donor and not a father. The final question was asked right before the bell rang and it was that they were surprised that he thought that Medea deserved worse. Then, the bell rang and Mr. Becker told us to hold our thoughts.
Matt S.
ReplyDelete3rd hour
The day began as usual, bells groginess, and breakfast (for some, cookies). The eyes were still wuite sore. After getting barely 15 hours to recover from fasion diasasters, the eyes were assaulted by the bright, neon hues of the senior class shirt. The only neon Mr. Becker has is a neon yellow cup.
After Mr. Becker reads the questions we are to discuss, we get into our previous groups and begin discussing. The discussion varies tempos: some moments, the discussion is intense and then it would settled down like a lake on a very calm day. Nonetheless, the discussions are quite productive because the room is quite vibrant. Some questions up for discussion include if men have been the main storytellers throughout history and if because of this, women have been given a poor standing through stories alone.
After our group discussions, we put our desks back together and we discussed the previous reading section as a whole class. At that time, Mr. Becker asks for our group-generated questions. Some questions are a hit, while others fall flat. The discussion, though, still continues with a lot of interest. At the end of class, Mr. Becker says, "Oh, by the way, Medea is not crazily in love, but instead she has been struck by one of Eros' arrows." That changes a lot of things. As Mr. Becker finishes his sentence, the bell rings and everyone rushes out the door to their 3rd hour.
Taylor W. 4th hour.
ReplyDeleteBefore I walked into class, missing two days of school, I think how life is going to suck for being allergic to my body wash and missing to days.
I walked into class and took a death breath and grabed a paper from the table. I sat down and tried to to read the board but I never can because the lights put a glar on the bored so I gave up.
As i started to think up my scribe notes I suddenly realize that I have spanish class next, so I tap Amber on the shoulder as i always do and she was so kind to tell me that spanish class is sucking with the sub and how she hasnt learned anything at all. That made me super excited to go to spanish( NOT REALLY).
Why is this class so cold? My toes are freezing.
I begin to think how I really dont want to read this play, because I really hate reading plays, its so hard.
Then Mr. Becker tells the class that we are about to get into our groups. YAY. I love being in groups. NOT REALLY. Im more of an independent person. Pluse Im the only girl.
Ok, reading this play is sucking. And this story makes no since.
I also have to go pee. But Im too scared to ask. Im a big scardey cat about everything. I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO SPANISH CLASS AT ALL. PLEASE LET ME GO HOME!!