Day 97- "I am Sparticus"- Sparticus

Today was pretty good day, outside of the fact we had cluster and it was -3 when I left my house. My English 12 classes discussed the first 11 pages of Slaughter-House Five, and completed their annotations (these are assigned with every reading). For the most part, I think they understood this part of the book, although chapter one is pretty cut and dry compared to the rest of the book. I could tell a few of them didn't read it, but I informed them they would have a reckoning tomorrow over chapter one, so for their own sakes, they better read.

In creative writing, as always, we had quite a bit of fun. After our quick write, we discusses found poems. Found poems are where the writer takes a piece of writing, anything from the instructions to open a toy to actual literature, and either re-writes part of it or rearranges it into a poetic form. For an example, I used a poster of movie quotes in my room and made my own found poem for the class to see (modeling at its finest). I'll leave at the end of today for your viewing pleasure.

Things went back to normal in cluster with me being placed in the front of the room again. I don't mean just the front, I mean the literal front of the room. My chair was right next to the cluster leader. If someone walked in, they would have assumed I was one of the presenters myself. I can't wait until next week. Maybe they are just preparing me for the time comes when they ask me for my expertise on writing and they have me lead a the group. Eh, I am not sure they will go there.



Movie Poster Found Poem

You talkin to me?

Who am I? Do you really want to know?

Me? I'm dishonest,

and a dishonest man

you can always trust to be dishonest.

Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for,

because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly...

stupid.

I am Sparticus.

I wish I knew how to quit you.

I see dead people.

I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.

I feel the need, the need for speed.

I’m the king of the world.

I love the smell of napalm in the morning

I choose not to choose life.

I choose somethin’ else

and the reasons?

The are no reasons.

I guess it comes down to a simple choice

really

get busy livin

or get busy dying.

I do wish we could chat longer

but I’m having an old friend for dinner.

I’m going to make him an offer

he can’t refuse.

May the Force be with you.

I’ll be back.

La di da, la di da, la la.