DP posted some comprehension type questions on the blog, which I am required to answer. I haven't looked at the questions yet, so let's see how I perform. Here are the questions:
1.The novel Fahrenheit 451 begins: “It was a pleasure to burn.” Why does Ray Bradbury start the novel in this way? Why might it be more pleasurable to burn books rather than read them?
2. In the opening scene, why are the books compared to birds?
3. Discuss the difference between Montag and Clarisse’s lives.
4. Montag’s television includes headphones called “seashells.” The “wall to wall circuit” allows Mildred to enter the “play” and, therefore, the television programming. How does the technology within the novel compare to our current technology? In the first pages of the novel, does technology improve the quality of life for Montag and his wife, Mildred? Why or why not?
5. Why does the narrator introduce us to Montag at this time of his life, when he encounters Clarisse and confronts Mildred’s ove…
I'm sure all of you, or at least most of you, saw DP's post on the course blog. And yes, dudes and dudettes, I am planning something for the room.
Here's what I kinda have in mind. I'll try to explain this as best as I can. I'll number the walls, so y'all know what I'm talking about as I type. Wall #1 is the wall with the whiteboard, Wall #2 is the wall at the back with the window, Wall #3 is the wall across from Wall #1, and Wall #4 is the wall next to DP's desk. Got it? Cool; let's go!
Before I get into specific details on each of the walls, here's my thought process. On Tuesday, I went in at lunch and observed the SHIT out of the walls. I took into consideration the amount of space available on each of the walls. Basically, what I personally wanna see in the room is color. Color everywhere. I want the walls to be like four murals. I also want to incorporate the other classes too, since... ya know... it's not just an AP English class; we h…
Telling people how much they mean to you is important. So here I am today, showing appreciation to my waffle.
I meet my dear friend Cayla approximately five years ago, but it feels like I've known her all my life. I remember hanging out in P.E., the one class I actually enjoyed besides band. I didn't have many friends back then. Yeah, I had a lot of acquaintances, but not many real friends. Thankfully, Little Miss Waffle came into my life and changed it completely. She adds color to my black and white world. She's my daily dose of sunshine. People like Cayla are hard to find; trust me, I've looked. We just... get each other. She gets me and I get her. I easily consider her to be one of my best friends. She'll always be dear to me. Even when I piss her off, and even when we argue about chickens and dinosaurs, she'll always be my waffle, my green apple, my UGH... my partner in AP English crime, the one I run to when guys piss me off... She'll always be my Cay…