1. British Literature April 8, 2016

2. Kaylynn Champion

3. I have a question for you…

4. Go open the door!

6. A Tale of Two Cities https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YV-o2lZu2jw

7. “It was the Best of Times…” Turn to page 7 in your books. For Dickens' opening to his Tale of Two Cities, the author uses one of the longest series of comma splices in the history of literature. While Dickens seemingly did this for stylistic effect, we want to punctuate the passage correctly. In your journals, correct his first sentence of the novel by fixing the comma splices. Add a conjunction (FANBOYS) Change to a semi-colon Break up the sentence with a period

9. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. The Opening from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

10. “It was the Best of Times…” Activity You will write your own Dickens-like paragraph using antonyms to describe a powerful contrast about something that interests you. HERE’S THE TWIST: You must also properly punctuate your passage with NO COMMA SPLICES! Let’s look at an example…

11. Peyton Fuzz Wilson Brooks

12. He Was the Best of Puppies He was the best of puppies, yet the worst of snot-licking shih-tzus. He was a loyal lover, but he greeted each living creature with an ambitious sniff and an eager flick of his tail. An active pup, he accompanied his friends on flamboyant jogs, hopping as a bunny in a minefield, however he only ran ahead so that he could collapse into the frog-leg pose on the grass to catch his breath. His snorting nasal cavity often impeded his athletic sprints. He was a fierce hunter in the game of fetch, but a snuggle bug burrowed in a pillow at bedtime. He politely and patiently offered his paw in exchange for a treat, but maliciously ate the squeaker out of all of his toys. He was the cause of my rage when the floor was covered in fluffy white trash from his attack on the toilet paper roll, yet the cause of my giddiness when I come home from work to high five paws. In short, he was my grandmother’s deathbed wish and with his sloppy kisses, the best blessing ever bred.

13. Homework Read and annotate chapters 19-20 of Book the Second in Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities.

14. British Literature

15. Dr. Manette’s Diagnosis From chapter 19, we get a description of Dr. Manette’s relapse. Today, you are going to study his symptoms to determine his condition, as well as provide a plan of treatment. AILMENT: (write description) TREATMENT: (write description)

16. “It was the Best of Times…” Activity You will write your own Dickens-like paragraph using antonyms to describe a powerful contrast about something that interests you. HERE’S THE TWIST: You must also properly punctuate your passage with NO COMMA SPLICES! Let’s look at an example…

17. “It was the Best of Times…” Rubric ComponentPoints AwardedPoints Possible Identifies a topic that is a paradox (or represents a paradox for the writer) Uses “It was the best of…It was the worst of…” Uses “In short, (summary of main point)” to conclude 5 points Uses antithesis effectively (note: it must be written in parallel structure) 10 points Uses literary elements (sensory details, imagery, figurative language, strong action verbs, etc.) 10 points Every grammatical mistake deducts one point. TOTAL 25 points

18. Peyton Fuzz Wilson Brooks

19. He Was the Best of Puppies He was the best of puppies, yet the worst of snot-licking shih-tzus. He was a loyal lover, but he greeted each living creature with an ambitious sniff and an eager flick of his tail. An active pup, he accompanied his friends on flamboyant jogs, hopping as a bunny in a minefield, however he only ran ahead so that he could collapse into the frog-leg pose on the grass to catch his breath. His snorting nasal cavity often impeded his athletic sprints. He was a fierce hunter in the game of fetch, but a snuggle bug burrowed in a pillow at bedtime. He politely and patiently offered his paw in exchange for a treat, but maliciously ate the squeaker out of all of his toys. He was the cause of my rage when the floor was covered in fluffy white trash from his attack on the toilet paper roll, yet the cause of my giddiness when I come home from work to high five paws. In short, he was my grandmother’s deathbed wish and with his sloppy kisses, the best blessing ever bred.