Zach W., 4th hour As I walked into the room in a panic because “today was my day” I was relaxed by the sight of all the participants in “Wacky Wednesday” apparel, some others participating in the other school sprit events planned for today. As I sat down to start frantically scribbling an opening and I see Brett shuffling with something in his pocket. He pulls out a bag of cookies. They were the most delicious non- DECA cookies I’ve ever had. As I shoved this delicious cookie into my mouth, Mr. Becker stood up to start the lesson. Today we were going to continue our reading of Medea. Today we read from line 354- 743. After we finished the reading, Brett and I discussed when we got out of class, it was Wednesday so it’s difficult than normal. Mr. Becker had given us 20 min to do our annotations and to skim back through the reading, as people started to finish doing their avg. of 3 annotations per page; they became restless, and fidgety. Others started to ask to go to the restroom, but most we’re sitting quietly trying there hardest not to fall asleep in the dead silence of room 121.
The scene opens with bustling classroom, a teacher in the corner desk sorting through papers. The students talk amongst themselves about job schedules and the somewhat eventfulness of the spirit day. As our fateful teacher stands and greets the class, seeming to be in a good mood, he reminds of what it is we have already read and the events in which have passed thus far. The roles, having already been selected and occupied, we prepare to read as an odd and peculiar sound comes from our neighboring classroom. Techno music is seeping through the walls into our humble room, if only for a minute, and slight conversing goes among our ranks as it fades and we once again prepare to read. BUT another interruption, again a pause before the storm, the one cast to read the part of our main character Medea has requested so nicely to use the lavoratory, just down the hall. Reluctantly, our teacher grants her permission and as she leaves we are on our way, this time for sure. Becker, the name of the teacher of whom I speak, reads the part of this so depressed Medea until the return of original reader, who luckily missed one of Medea’s voluminous monologues. I wait in angst for my time to read, I look about and everyone seems to be reading, key word there is “seems.” It looks every so dull out the window as Medea once again rants of her misfortunes, yet this time to Jason, the man who left her for another woman. I see a few yawns here and there, some students rubbing their eyes as it is only the second hour of our long day and they are still in the limbo between the dreams of sleep and the reality of school. As reading commences I’m pleased for it to be my time to read, I portray the king of Athens, a friend of Medea, He so graciously offers her residence in his city, refuge, if you will, from the consequences of certain actions she has contemplated on committing on her last ay in Corinth, if she can make to his city on her own terms. We end our reading after the king of Athens leaves and as per the norm discussion of plans and social persuasions ensue once more. Though some do expand upon their annotations for the reading, working vigorously as to not have any to do at home, and others, whom were not here the day before, are called to Becker’s desk to make up their quiz. Silence settles in the seconds before our speedy departure, a serenity as students, so searching their cerebellum for certain answers to secure the score so desired on their scholastics, finish their scantrons and other works. (The bell rings. Students exit with material. Teacher awaits for yet another class to begin)
Zach W., 4th hour
ReplyDeleteAs I walked into the room in a panic because “today was my day” I was relaxed by the sight of all the participants in “Wacky Wednesday” apparel, some others participating in the other school sprit events planned for today. As I sat down to start frantically scribbling an opening and I see Brett shuffling with something in his pocket. He pulls out a bag of cookies. They were the most delicious non- DECA cookies I’ve ever had. As I shoved this delicious cookie into my mouth, Mr. Becker stood up to start the lesson. Today we were going to continue our reading of Medea. Today we read from line 354- 743. After we finished the reading, Brett and I discussed when we got out of class, it was Wednesday so it’s difficult than normal. Mr. Becker had given us 20 min to do our annotations and to skim back through the reading, as people started to finish doing their avg. of 3 annotations per page; they became restless, and fidgety. Others started to ask to go to the restroom, but most we’re sitting quietly trying there hardest not to fall asleep in the dead silence of room 121.
Ethan Steller 2nd hour
ReplyDeleteThe scene opens with bustling classroom, a teacher in the corner desk sorting through papers. The students talk amongst themselves about job schedules and the somewhat eventfulness of the spirit day. As our fateful teacher stands and greets the class, seeming to be in a good mood, he reminds of what it is we have already read and the events in which have passed thus far. The roles, having already been selected and occupied, we prepare to read as an odd and peculiar sound comes from our neighboring classroom. Techno music is seeping through the walls into our humble room, if only for a minute, and slight conversing goes among our ranks as it fades and we once again prepare to read. BUT another interruption, again a pause before the storm, the one cast to read the part of our main character Medea has requested so nicely to use the lavoratory, just down the hall. Reluctantly, our teacher grants her permission and as she leaves we are on our way, this time for sure. Becker, the name of the teacher of whom I speak, reads the part of this so depressed Medea until the return of original reader, who luckily missed one of Medea’s voluminous monologues. I wait in angst for my time to read, I look about and everyone seems to be reading, key word there is “seems.” It looks every so dull out the window as Medea once again rants of her misfortunes, yet this time to Jason, the man who left her for another woman. I see a few yawns here and there, some students rubbing their eyes as it is only the second hour of our long day and they are still in the limbo between the dreams of sleep and the reality of school. As reading commences I’m pleased for it to be my time to read, I portray the king of Athens, a friend of Medea, He so graciously offers her residence in his city, refuge, if you will, from the consequences of certain actions she has contemplated on committing on her last ay in Corinth, if she can make to his city on her own terms. We end our reading after the king of Athens leaves and as per the norm discussion of plans and social persuasions ensue once more. Though some do expand upon their annotations for the reading, working vigorously as to not have any to do at home, and others, whom were not here the day before, are called to Becker’s desk to make up their quiz. Silence settles in the seconds before our speedy departure, a serenity as students, so searching their cerebellum for certain answers to secure the score so desired on their scholastics, finish their scantrons and other works.
(The bell rings. Students exit with material. Teacher awaits for yet another class to begin)