Henry V

Here is a video I made to help people better understand Shakespeare's Henry V. We had to memorize the St. Crispin's Day speech and this was meant to help other students better grasp the context.

LIT TERMS 1-5

Synesthesia:
Why can't words be tasty and letters colorful?

Refrain:

 

 Paradox:

 

 

Fable:

 Vernacular:

SPRING SEMESTER PLAN 1

My goal is to get ready for college and that means walking away from the hovering instruction of the teachers that surround me. Becoming an independent will help me now and later on as I get older. My long term goal is to become a nurse. Whether I stay in California or go to Tennessee has not been decided yet, but I'm pretty sure what God is pulling me towards. Anyway, doing some hospital work, some traveling, and then becoming a nurse practitioner is the main plan Jackie Chan.

St. Crispin's Day Speech

“All things are ready, if our mind be so.”

As Henry gives this speech to his soldiers he realizes that they are scared to 

fight the French who have a larger army.
Westmoreland wishes for more men and the king counters his statement,

O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

by telling his men that if they die, they will die in honor and if they live?

"The fewer men the greater share of honor."

Here's a link to the speech from the 2012 BBC television production of "The Hollow Crown."

Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
    My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
    One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
    But being too happy in thine happiness, -
        That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
                In some melodious plot
    Of beechen green and shadows numberless,
        Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
    Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
    Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
    Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
        With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
                And purple-stained mouth;
    That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
        And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
    What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
    Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
    Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
        Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
                And leaden-eyed despairs,
    Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
        Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
    Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
    Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
    And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
        Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
                But here there is no light,
    Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
        Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
    Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
    Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
    White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
        Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
                And mid-May's eldest child,
    The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
        The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
    I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
    To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it RICH to die,

    To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
        While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
                In such an ecstasy!
    Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain -
        To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

    No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
    In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
    Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
        She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
                The same that oft-times hath
    Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
        Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
    To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
    As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
    Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
        Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
                In the next valley-glades:
    Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
        Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

AP PREP POST 1: SIDDHARTHA

In that post, please: a) list the five questions you chose and the URLs where you found them; b) answer the five questions to the best of your ability (if you listed an interesting question that you can't answer because it's not covered in the passage, explain what information you'd need to do a proper job); and c) explain what the questions tell you about the skills/content you need to master for the AP exam.

Question Sources:
http://www.shmoop.com/siddhartha/
http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/siddhartha/study.html

1. Wouldn’t it be nice to just, be completely and utterly at peace with where you are in the world? (as an essay topic)
Yes Siddhartha believed that in order to become enlightened he needed to first, find himself within himself.
2. Discuss the role of the mystic utterance Om in Siddhartha. In what ways does it foreshadow Siddhartha’s spiritual progression?
"Om" is the peaceful sound Siddhartha makes when he needs to reflect inwards. By uttering this word he can go to his "mind palace" and have a tea party, as it were. I would need to know the rest of the plot in relation to the "om" to complete to last question.
3. Consider Siddhartha’s relationship with Govinda. How are they similar, and how are they different? What are the narrative functions of Govinda’s reappearance throughout the novel?
Siddhartha wants a more long term enlightenment whereas Govinda doesn't see the point in that. If I remember correctly Govinda needed to find his own niche. They both reached enlightenment separately, but still together.
4. What is the relationship between the internal and exterior worlds of Siddhartha?
He lives in them separately in the beginning and closer to the end of the book he has found the balance between living in the world and in his spirit all wrapped up in the same vegan burrito.
5. Siddhartha concerns the quest for spiritual enlightenment, and by the end of it four characters have achieved this goal: Govinda, Gotama, Vasudeva, and Siddhartha. Is the enlightenment achieved by each of these characters the same? Why or why not? What distinctions and similarities exist between the paths these characters use to reach their final goal?
For this question I would need to know the story of each of those characters individually and then analyze their enlightenment similarities.

What's In This For Me?

I'm on the launching pad.
It starts when I say go
aaaaannndddd I said go on December 16, 2012.
Life has started. You don't know how invigorating that is for me.
The time is here,
Let us welcome it with courage and cheer!
Sorry I watched Les Mis a couple of days ago and I haven't been able to get that song outa me head.
I'm looking forward to rockin' this semester and ending with the confidence I need to start my life.