Read the short story Day of the Butterfly   Bring your Article of the Week duotang to class.

Things Fall Apart   - vocabulary quiz tomorrow (May 23rd) - finish reading novel for Friday - essay due May 30th

MAY 6th -  both King Lear creative extensions are due   MAY 6th - complete reading/questions/terms for chapters 1 - 6 of Things Fall Apart

Search Engine Review assignment due Monday

Complete the following: II.i Comment on the following lines.  Who said it and what does it mean for the play? Character? Lines: 10 – 11 29 – 33 49 – 51 54 – 55 62 – 64 70 – 76 84 – 85 90 – 92 98 – 99 105 – 107 120 – 126                   II.ii Comment on the following lines.  Who said it and what does it mean for the play? Character? Lines: 12 – 22 23 – 27 32 – 35 42 – 43 50 – 52 58 – 59 68 – 80 87 129 – 134 135 – 140 143 – 145 156 - 159    

My English 122 classes recently completed a unit on sonnets.  Check out the following work:     The Notorious, Disease Ridden Baby Killer by Sanora Matchett   He’s twisting, diving and stalking his prey. He strikes, ripping through cotton flesh with glee. A shark in my sock drawer, to my dismay, He is the king of the carpeted sea. The brave adventurer scours mountains high, Demolishing dishes and homework books. No stopping him now, I think with a sigh. “Who could stay mad at you with those good looks?” I can’t find my heart and I’m late for work. ‘Round the corner he runs with a scamper, The petty thief dances with a sly smirk. I found it stashed in the laundry hamper. Naughty or not, he could never displace My endless love for that ferrety face.         Seasonsby Samantha Baker Spring came, the same as it had always come.It was nothing new, but you were. You changedMy world — the warm wind was comforting, glumRains no longer so dreary in my eyes.Autumn rolled around, the spring worn and spent,And the leaves whithered and fell from the trees;All of it turned to nothing and you wentWith them, despite all my desperate pleas.I tried to forget, but the roots of youHave now grown — around my ribcage and thenThey sprouted flowers just beneath my twoCollarbones; my body's become a glen.The snow is melting, Spring is on her way;Why does ti still feel like an Autumn day?     Silken Trap By Jennifer Bell   Like a shiny, silver gossamer song, Intricate pattern, woven perfectly, Dew laden pearls heavy with morning dawn, Drawn with quiet patience, diligently. With nature's loom the spider's spinnerets Spin a web forcing forth a filament, Strings of strong, sticky spider silky jets, Carefully nurtured  and  lovingly meant. With the surrounding space vacant and vast Thus will begin the fated dance of death. Preys encapsulation in mummy's cast, Soon struggles cease with life's last basic breath. Such beautiful, perfectly sculptured lines, Laden heavily, ominous design.