Well, I really don't know what to say for this week's reflection. We've started our Tragedy Blog, and I honestly think that it's easier to write than this one. I think it's probably because we have more specific questions to answer. That and I'm super tired right now and I really don't feel like writing, but I have absolutely no time this weekend, so... yeah. Time to get this done. I don't just want to copy my tragedy blog post because that is what we've been doing all week. So if you have any more questions, please see my Tragedy Blog. Let me explain my picture choice for one of my Tragedy Posts. The flowers that I used for that picture are called Bleeding Hearts. When I think of tragedy, I think of blood, death, heartache, and pain. Granted, tragedy is not always bloody and gory and about death, but then again, that's what I think of, and isn't this supposed to be my reflections anyway?
I'm super tired. It's Sunday night now, and I'm still tired. I'm always tired now... the fun of Marching Band. So... back to AP Lit. Well, yeah. There's really not much to say about this week. Sorry. I know that my responses have been slightly dismal as of late. Then again, as one of my staff members from marching band would say "Nobody cares."
I'm going to try to flesh this reflection out a little more because as of now, it's kind of pathetic. I cannot wait to read Oedipus. It sounds like something that I'll be interested in, or at least find interesting, and I always loved reading plays in 9th and 11th grade. Did we read a play in 10th grade? I don't think so. That was American Lit, and unless I'm mistaken, Americans didn't write very many memorable plays. True, we do have some, but not really in the time periods we were reading. I think that Hamlet was my favorite. I certainly use him enough in my examples of tragedy, but maybe that's just because I was old enough to understand just what in the world they were talking about.
I'm super tired. It's Sunday night now, and I'm still tired. I'm always tired now... the fun of Marching Band. So... back to AP Lit. Well, yeah. There's really not much to say about this week. Sorry. I know that my responses have been slightly dismal as of late. Then again, as one of my staff members from marching band would say "Nobody cares."
I'm going to try to flesh this reflection out a little more because as of now, it's kind of pathetic. I cannot wait to read Oedipus. It sounds like something that I'll be interested in, or at least find interesting, and I always loved reading plays in 9th and 11th grade. Did we read a play in 10th grade? I don't think so. That was American Lit, and unless I'm mistaken, Americans didn't write very many memorable plays. True, we do have some, but not really in the time periods we were reading. I think that Hamlet was my favorite. I certainly use him enough in my examples of tragedy, but maybe that's just because I was old enough to understand just what in the world they were talking about.