Definition
Quatrain: A stanza of four lines with alternating rhymes.
Octave: A poem or stanza of eight lines; an octet.
Refrain: Stop oneself from doing something.
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
Anayat and Jayson STEEZECHECK
Terminology
eu·phe·mism
ˈyo͞ofəˌmizəm/
noun
noun: euphemism; plural noun: euphemisms
1.
a
mild or indirect word or expression substituted for one considered to
be too harsh or blunt when referring to something unpleasant or
embarrassing.
eu·pho·ny
ˈyo͞ofənē/
noun
noun: euphony; plural noun: euphonies
- 1.the quality of being pleasing to the ear, esp. through a harmonious combination of words.
- the tendency to make phonetic change for ease of pronunciation.
Origin
late Middle English: from French euphonie, via late Latin from Greek euphōnia, from euphōnos ‘well sounding’ (based on phōnē ‘sound’).
expert testimony
An
expert witness, professional witness or judicial expert is a witness,
who by virtue of education, training, skill, or experience, is believed
to have expertise and specialised knowledge in a particular subject
beyond that of the average person, sufficient that others may officially
ex·po·si·tion
ˌekspəˈziSHən/
noun
noun: exposition; plural noun: expositions
a comprehensive description and explanation of an idea or theory.
"the exposition and defense of his ethics"
expository essay
Rhetorical modes describe the variety, conventions, and purposes of the
major kinds of writing. Four of the most common rhetorical modes and
their purpose are exposition, argumentation, description, and narration.
extended metaphor
An extended metaphor, also known as a conceit or sustained metaphor, is
when an author exploits a single metaphor or analogy at length through
multiple linked vehicles, tenors
external conflict
a struggle occurring outside the mind of a character
Some really nice definitions brought to you by Andrew. RIP Paul Walker
Parallelism : the state of being parallel or of corresponding in some way.
Passive Voice : the voice used to indicate that the grammatical subject of the verb is the recipient.
Pastoral : concerning or appropriate to the giving of spiritual guidance.
Pathos : a quality that evokes pity or sadness.
Passive Voice : the voice used to indicate that the grammatical subject of the verb is the recipient.
Pastoral : concerning or appropriate to the giving of spiritual guidance.
Pathos : a quality that evokes pity or sadness.
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Lit Circle Summary- Part 2, 1-3
Lit Circle Part 2- Chapters 1;-3
Summary
Winston finds out 'the dark haired girl' loves him when she gives him a note at work one day. He also finds out that her name is Julia. He no longer believes that she is a spy. He ends up arranging to see her in some place where they can't be watched. They have sex in a forest and she tells him that she has done it a bunch before. He is happy that there are other people who are rebelling the Party. Winston doesn't just want her for her youthful body and sex. He genuinely likes Julia and wants to protect her. The go back to normal lives and have several meetings throughout the week. We learn that Julia know that her interactions with Winston could get her killed but she also believes it is possible to construct a secret world, where you can live as you choose.
Connector
The event happens in chapter one of part two, throughout the entire chapter.
Julia has been watching Winston for quite a while. Winston believed that she may be a member of the thought police and out to get him. We learn from this event that reality is quite different.
Winston's relationship grows. Julia pretends to fall while walking by Winston and while he is helping her up, she passes him a note that reads "I love you". From then on, they decide to make a plan to meet. They talk briefly while in a crowd and share their affection by holding hands and decide to meet in the countryside.
This situation is similar to Romeo and Juliet.
Both Romeo and Juliet , and Winston Juliet's relationship start based on very little contact or discussion. However, both loves are extremely new and passionate despite their lack of knowledge of the other.
Passage Master Page
"We are the dead, " he said
"We're not dead yet" said Julia (142)
Winston is afraid of death while Julia is not. Winston is in conflict with the laws and is slowly rebelling. Julia is giving him strength to carry forward but seducing and using him for her selfish needs.
Julia is reminding Winston to live and giving him strength to not give up hope. She does not love him in a traditional sense but she does aid Winston in a long way of liberating him and awakening Winston's rebellion.
Many people have a fear of dying or becoming ill. When they realised that they time they have left is limited, they may try to have experiences or live excessively. Often exaggerated, their behaviours include rebellion.
"I thought I'd that a chance. I'm good at spotting people who don't belong. As soon as I saw you, I knew you were against them"
Julia says this when she meets Winston in the woods, explaining what it is she found attractive about him.
This quote shows that Julia is not who Winston thought and that she is against the party. However, it could be a hint that she does not actually love him but would rather have another revolt against the party with her.
Vocabulary
1. fatuous- silly and pointless
"The irritating thing was that in the racket of voices Winston could hardly hear what Parsons was saying and was constantly having to ask for some fatuous remark to be repeated."
2. intermittently- starting, stopping, and starting again, not constant
"Winston knew they were there, but he saw them only intermittently."
3. Ingsoc- the political ideology of the totalitarian government
"He wolfed another tasteless meal in the canteen, hurried off to the centre, took part in the solemn foolery of a discussion group, played two games."
4. saccharine- excessively sweet or sentimental
"The queue edged forward till Winston was almost at the counter, then was held up for two minutes because in front was complaining....."
5. etiolated- having lost vigour or substance, feeble
"Already on the walk in the station the May sunshine had made him feel dirty and etiolated, a creature of indoors."
6. chequered- marked by periods of varied fortune or discreditable incidents.
"They had left the clearing and were wandering again through the chequered shade, with their arms around ......"
Summary
Winston finds out 'the dark haired girl' loves him when she gives him a note at work one day. He also finds out that her name is Julia. He no longer believes that she is a spy. He ends up arranging to see her in some place where they can't be watched. They have sex in a forest and she tells him that she has done it a bunch before. He is happy that there are other people who are rebelling the Party. Winston doesn't just want her for her youthful body and sex. He genuinely likes Julia and wants to protect her. The go back to normal lives and have several meetings throughout the week. We learn that Julia know that her interactions with Winston could get her killed but she also believes it is possible to construct a secret world, where you can live as you choose.
Connector
The event happens in chapter one of part two, throughout the entire chapter.
Julia has been watching Winston for quite a while. Winston believed that she may be a member of the thought police and out to get him. We learn from this event that reality is quite different.
Winston's relationship grows. Julia pretends to fall while walking by Winston and while he is helping her up, she passes him a note that reads "I love you". From then on, they decide to make a plan to meet. They talk briefly while in a crowd and share their affection by holding hands and decide to meet in the countryside.
This situation is similar to Romeo and Juliet.
Both Romeo and Juliet , and Winston Juliet's relationship start based on very little contact or discussion. However, both loves are extremely new and passionate despite their lack of knowledge of the other.
Passage Master Page
"We are the dead, " he said
"We're not dead yet" said Julia (142)
Winston is afraid of death while Julia is not. Winston is in conflict with the laws and is slowly rebelling. Julia is giving him strength to carry forward but seducing and using him for her selfish needs.
Julia is reminding Winston to live and giving him strength to not give up hope. She does not love him in a traditional sense but she does aid Winston in a long way of liberating him and awakening Winston's rebellion.
Many people have a fear of dying or becoming ill. When they realised that they time they have left is limited, they may try to have experiences or live excessively. Often exaggerated, their behaviours include rebellion.
"I thought I'd that a chance. I'm good at spotting people who don't belong. As soon as I saw you, I knew you were against them"
Julia says this when she meets Winston in the woods, explaining what it is she found attractive about him.
This quote shows that Julia is not who Winston thought and that she is against the party. However, it could be a hint that she does not actually love him but would rather have another revolt against the party with her.
Vocabulary
1. fatuous- silly and pointless
"The irritating thing was that in the racket of voices Winston could hardly hear what Parsons was saying and was constantly having to ask for some fatuous remark to be repeated."
2. intermittently- starting, stopping, and starting again, not constant
"Winston knew they were there, but he saw them only intermittently."
3. Ingsoc- the political ideology of the totalitarian government
"He wolfed another tasteless meal in the canteen, hurried off to the centre, took part in the solemn foolery of a discussion group, played two games."
4. saccharine- excessively sweet or sentimental
"The queue edged forward till Winston was almost at the counter, then was held up for two minutes because in front was complaining....."
5. etiolated- having lost vigour or substance, feeble
"Already on the walk in the station the May sunshine had made him feel dirty and etiolated, a creature of indoors."
6. chequered- marked by periods of varied fortune or discreditable incidents.
"They had left the clearing and were wandering again through the chequered shade, with their arms around ......"
Monday, 18 November 2013
Young Love
“The most painful thing is loosing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too”( Ernest Hemingway) It all started in the second semester of grade 10. I always liked the thought of a boyfriend, but could never find someone I liked enough. First day in the second semester in French class there was a new guy I had never seen before, I guess he just had not been in any of my other classes before. He was also in my socials class and who happened to be a lacrosse player. I thought nothing of it, he was just your typical silly lacrosse player. As the semester went by we slowly got to know each other as friends, and I developed a little crush. Some how he got a hold of my number, we began to text daily. Finally, he asked me to hangout and I was so excited! I casually text him back saying “sure”. We hung out at my house and just talked, which somehow turned into a wrestling match which he won every time, but one time I some how got my legs wrapped around him, he looked me in the eyes and his head moved closer, I looked away and turned my head. When I looked back at him, he said “sorry” I replied, “why?” even though I know he tried to kiss me, he said nothing. We just looked at each other and our lips touched. It was probably the worst kiss ever! Our teeth kind of kept touching and it was actually quite uncomfortable, I was so embarrassed. He pulled away with a little smirk on his face and said “lets try that again“. After that every kiss felt special. Eventually it was already half way through the second semester and we officially had a “thing”. On May 22 it was one of my best friends sweet 16, she was having a big house party in which ***** and the rest of his clan were not invited. I remember being mad at him for some reason, it was probably for something stupid like, liking another girls photo on facebook or something. That night at that party, I had never been so drunk, it was probably the second time I had ever even drank. I wish I could erase it out of my life, I was so out of control that I unknowingly hooked up with another guy, and pictures were taken and posted on facebook the next day. The weekend after the party I never heard a word from *****. When Monday came, he completely avoided me at school, the next day we both got to school early to talk things over and he thankfully gave me a second chance. By the end of grade 10 we still had a “thing” and hung out regularly. As the summer came we didn't talk much, and then I left for New York for a month and we completely stopped communicating. This is when I realized how much I actually liked this guy, this silly, idiotic, stupid lacrosse player. I never missed someone one so much. When I finally arrived home I text him and he came over. Before he came I wanted everything to be perfect, I picked out a nice pink shirt and some leggings and cleaned my room. When he knocked on the door I opened it, and he was standing there with his stupid little smile with his arms wide open gesturing for a hug. I remember squeezing him so tightly. That day we literally sat in my room, just talking for hours about our summer. School was just around the corner and we hangout a few more times. On the first day of grade 11, I was nervous, but not because it was the first day of being a senior, but because I did not know how to act around him at school, things running through my mind, “should I hug him”, “should I wait so I don’t embarrass him”, “should I say hi” or “maybe I should just avoid him”. After the second week of school I got more comfortable, and we started to hangout on a regular basis. On October 3, it was the best day of my life, we both skipped fourth block at school and went back to my house, that day he officially asked me out and made me French toast. That was the beginning of our relationship. He was the first boyfriend I ever had, and I didn't know how to be a girlfriend. Everything I did was to please him, if he was not happy I wasn't either, if there was something that made him happy I would do it and if there was something that made him upset I wouldn't. I was always asking for reassurance, if he was upset I automatically thought it was something I did. The only thing I wanted him to was to get a little jealous once and a while, so sometimes I would purposely go sit and talk with some other guys. But he never said anything to me about it so I didn't think it bothered him which drove me absolutely crazy! I wanted him to want me and all of me for himself. When he sat with other girls or I saw that he was texting another girl I got so jealous but I was always to scared to express myself, I did not want to become that “annoying jealous girlfriend” or that “clingy girlfriend” that had to be with him 24/7. One day we just hangout out, he looked me straight in the eyes and said the ultimate three words eight letters “ I love you”. I died inside, as much as I wanted to say it back I couldn't, I was to scared, I did not want to say something I would regret. Just before Christmas he got his license, I remember the day he came and picked me up and all we did was drive around, I felt so cool having my boyfriend being the first grade 11 to get his license. Christmas day came and he came and visited me after Christmas dinner, we exchanged gifts and watched a movie. As January rolled around so did my birthday, I remember walking up to him in the school parking lot and him giving me the biggest hug, he always gave the best hugs. We skipped that whole day together, he took me out for lunch and went back to my house, he got me way to many gifts. Before I opened any of them I looked up at him and said “ I love you”. Have you ever been so happy you cried? I have only once, on my 17th birthday, words can’t describe how I felt, it was a feeling I had never felt before. We were both incredibly happy and both loved each other. This relationship lasted till March of grade 11. One day I randomly get a text saying the four worst words that a girl dreads to hear, “we need to talk”. I remember my heart beating so fast and my body constantly shaking, I couldn't help it. We went on a break for a week, I was hoping everything would work out, and we could stay together. But it was just the opposite, he pulled the “ its not you, its me” bullshit. I didn't know how to take it, other then crying, I told him I still had feelings for him, hoping that we could work on our relationship instead of just giving up, but he did not want to. I did not know how to be a good enough girlfriend and still don’t but I have learned so much from which I thank him for. I always knew I liked him so much more then he liked me, I did it to myself. Throughout that relationship I had never been so happy to have someone care about me the way he did, but there are so many things I wish I could go back and change. Maybe if I expressed my feelings more, or if I spoke my mind instead of agreeing all the time, or just made it less boring, I thought he was happy, so I was to. Lana Del Ray once said that “when someone else’s happiness is your happiness that is love” he was my first love and there will always be a place in my heart for him. Even up till this day, I don’t think about another guy as much as I do about him, and I don’t know why, because he probably hasn't once thought about me in months. I've tried to move on but I am to embarrassed to say I still have feeling for him. It’s the worst feeling in the world loving someone so much and knowing they don’t love you back. I don’t know what love is, but it’s the closest thing I've had to it. But still, how can you have so much love for someone, and think the world of them and they still don’t care about you? I don’t get it.
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
You could say 2-faced
They say if you really want something in life you should not let anything get in your way of fulfilling your desires, but they also say that you should do anything that makes you happy unless it makes someone else unhappy.Yes, the fact I am going for my best friends Carlys, ex-boyfriend David totally goes against the rules of girl code, but I can’t help the way he makes me feel inside and out, I mean they dated like 4 years ago should it really matter still? If she was to find out about our secret, young love, our friendship would be over in a heartbeat. Seeing him in the school hallway while he walks with one muscular defined arm carrying his history book while wearing his ripped Abercrombie & Fitch distressed jeans while I am arm in arm with my best friend has got to be harder than solving quadratic functions in math class. We both avoid eye contact because if she finds out, we are both dead to her. They say “chicks before dicks” but the truth is, David is the complete opposite of a stereotypical Claremont douchebag, he is sweet, sensitive and everything I have ever wanted in a boyfriend. I mean, if Carly truly was my best friend wouldn’t she be happy for me? I keep telling myself that what I am doing is okay and everything will be fine because sometimes you have to be your own hero and save your own little heart, but deep down I know that going against my best friends back is simply, wrong. It’s now 1:05; the time David and I meet behind the big oak tree where we shared our first kiss. As I arrive I see his beautiful smiling face and can’t help but to smile back. He grips my hand and I lean in to his chest smelling his Calvin Klein IN2U cologne that I bought him for his birthday. This secret romance of ours is too secrete and deep that nothing else matters to me, as long as I have David, my world is complete.
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