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Monday
Write each spelling word two times each.Grammar- Infinitive Phrases part 2
Remember that: Infinitive phrases use the infinitive form of the verb: to work, to clean, to have, to be doing, etc.
An infinitive phrase will begin with "to" and have a verb and will function as a noun in the subject or object of a sentence. Additionally, an infinitive phrase can function as an adjective or an adverb. Today we will look at how infinitive phrases function as adverbs or adjectives.
1. Infinitive phrases functioning as adverbs.
examples:
The ducks swam in the pond to catch waterbugs. (To catch waterbugs is why the ducks swam.)
John and Thomas went to the store to buy candy. (To buy candy is why the boys went.)
The teacher read the phrase in order to see if the students understood. (to see if... is why the teacher read.)
These phrases basically answer the question why.
2. Infinitive phrases as adjectives.
An infinitive phrase acts as an adjective only when it describes a noun or pronoun.
examples:
The best way to cook steak is on a grill. (To cook steak modifies the noun "way".)
I need a puzzle to put together in my free time. (To put together modifies the noun "puzzle".)
Another way to solve the problem is by adding first. (To solve the problem modifies the noun "way.")
Worksheet
Underline the infinite phrase and write whether it is functioning as an adjective or and adverb.
1. The knowledgeable lawyer argued the point to show how wrong the defendant was. ____________
2. The liquidation of the product occurred in the store to sell what was left. ______________________
3. I need a miniature book to keep in my pocket. __________________________________________
4. She put on the ointment to nurture the wound. __________________________________________
5. The way to avoid the obstacle is to not go there. ________________________________________
Tuesday
Write each spelling word in a sentence that uses only active verbs. That means you cannot use any form of the verb "to be": am, was, are, were, is.Literary Device: Irony
examples:
I spent an hour on Facebook complaining about the problems of social media.
The sun was so hot we froze.
She was so worried about being late, she didn't pay attention and drove under the speed limit.
The people were worried about getting germs, but went to a crowded protest.
The doctor was as nice as a rabid dog.
We talked about how much we loved to swim but wouldn't go in the water because the temperature dropped.
The government said the water was safe to drink after reporting that many of the fish had died in the reservoir.
Here are some famous examples of irony:
“Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.”
Here are some famous examples of irony:
“Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.”
~Samuel Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
This is ironic because the character's stranded in the ocean, literally in water, but cannot drink it.
This is ironic because the character's stranded in the ocean, literally in water, but cannot drink it.
The Gift of the Magi by W.H. Auden is an example of situational irony. A poor couple wants to get each other a Christmas gift. The wife cuts and sells her beautiful hair to buy a chain for her husband's gold watch, and the husband sells his gold watch to buy a hair clip for his wife's beautiful hair.
In William Shakespeare's, Julius Caesar
he writes:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
This example from the famous Friends, Romans, Countrymen… speech by Mark Antony is an oft-quoted instance of verbal irony. The reader's already aware that Brutus is a traitor, therefore calling him honorable is meant in full irony.
Write 2 examples of irony.
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Reading Comprehension: Read the passage and answer the questions.
Write a short 50 word story using irony to make your point. It will be important to choose your words carefully so that you can get the most impact in such a short amount of words.
Wednesday
Write the spelling words two times each.Reading Comprehension: Read the passage and answer the questions.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
~T.S. Eliot
1. Eliot uses irony when he says, "a patient etherized upon a table". What makes this line ironic? _____
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2. What is Eliot trying to point out when he says, "In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo. "_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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3. What is the main idea in this poem?___________________________________________________
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Thursday
Poetry and Creative Writing
One of the most elementary forms of poetry is the Acrostic poem.
An Acrostic Poem spells a word vertically on the left side. Each line of the poem starts with the letter of the verticly spelled word to describe that word.
Many kids do this for Mother's day. They write the word mother down the side of the page, and then use each letter to describe their mother. Acrostic poems can have lines with many words, however. They can rhyme or have no rhyme. Let's look at an example.
FISH
Fins pushing and pulling long
In the water, a bubbly song
Swimming in schools, parties of fun
It's your turn. Choose an animal word, and write an acrostic poem about the animal. Use more than one word per line.
Hiding away from the heat of the sun
An Acrostic Poem spells a word vertically on the left side. Each line of the poem starts with the letter of the verticly spelled word to describe that word.
Many kids do this for Mother's day. They write the word mother down the side of the page, and then use each letter to describe their mother. Acrostic poems can have lines with many words, however. They can rhyme or have no rhyme. Let's look at an example.
FISH
Fins pushing and pulling long
In the water, a bubbly song
Swimming in schools, parties of fun
It's your turn. Choose an animal word, and write an acrostic poem about the animal. Use more than one word per line.
Hiding away from the heat of the sun
Scriptures
Continue with your Book of Mormon reading. You're required to finish by the end of the semester. Read two to three chapters a day.
Reading
The Mark of Zorro
Monday- Chapters 17 and 18
Tuesday- Chapters 19 and 20
Wednesday- Chapters 21 and 22
Thursday- Chapters 23 and 24
Monday- Chapters 17 and 18
Tuesday- Chapters 19 and 20
Wednesday- Chapters 21 and 22
Thursday- Chapters 23 and 24
Geography
Mon- Wed: Learn all of the Countries in Africa
Test on Thursday. Tests will be first in the day on Thursday.
