you may click on the link and download the PPT files to review what we have learned in class.

Plot Structure:

http://www.readwritethink.org/files/resources/lesson_images/lesson401/PlotStructure.pps#256,1,Teaching Plot Structure Through Short Stories

Conflict Types:

http://www.readwritethink.org/files/resources/lesson_images/lesson802/Conflict.ppt#274,3,Plot: Conflict

Now click on the image below, enter the website, and finish all the lessons, tasks, and the test online to learn the ABC of the art of storytelling.

Now, let’s roll!

U may start with a regular and more easy one, or a more delicate and refined one!

Enjoy and have fun!

Have a great time!

Reading Assignment

I. Unveiling Greek Mythology by James Baldwin
Greek Mythology I
Chapter 1~3

Greek mythology Pre-class assignment: Resume of Gods

Instruction:
A. Topic: Work in pair and choose one of the following gods or goddesses or stories.
1. Zeus & Hera  2. Hades and Poseidon  3. Demeter and Persephone

4. Mars &  Athena  5. Apollo & Artemis (Diana)

6. Aphrodite (Venus) and Eros (Cupid)  7. Dionysus and the Muses

8. Echo and Narcissus (play)  9. King Midas (play)

2. Design a resume for your chosen God. Please include the following information:
◎ Greek name & Roman name
◎ Images of the God (At least 3, in classical paintings or sculpture)
◎ A.K.A. (Also know as…, nicknames)
◎ Areas of power: …who is good at…..
◎ Symbols (if any )
◎ Traits of character

8-9 Please present a mini-play of the story in 8~10 minutes.

8~10  minutes for each group.

Trying to protect his students’ innocence
he told them the Ice Age was really just
the Chilly Age, a period of a million years
when everyone had to wear sweaters.

And the Stone Age became the Gravel Age,
named after the long driveways of the time.
The Spanish Inquisition was nothing more
than an outbreak of questions such as
“How far is it from here to Madrid?”
“What do you call the matador’s hat?”

The War of the Roses took place in a garden,
and the Enola Gay dropped one tiny atom on Japan.

The children would leave his classroom
for the playground to torment the weak
and the smart,
mussing up their hair and breaking their glasses,

while he gathered up his notes and walked home
past flower beds and white picket fences,
wondering if they would believe that soldiers
in the Boer War told long, rambling stories
designed to make the enemy nod off.

Natasha Tretheway (b. 1966)

The lies I could tell,

when I was growing up’

light-bright’ near white,

high-yellow, red-boned,

in a black place,

were just white lies.

I could easily tell the white folks

that we lived up town,

not in the pink and green

shanty-fied shotgun section

along the tracks. I could act

like my homemade dresses

came straight out the window

of Mason Blanche. I could even

keep quiet, quiet as kept,

like the time a white girl said

(squeezing my hand), now

we have three of us in the class.

But I paid for it everytime

mama found out.

She put her hands on me

then washed out my mouth

with ivory soap. This

is to purify, she said

and cleanse your lying tongue.

Believing her I swallowed suds

thinking they’d work

from the inside out.

Biography of Natasha Tretheway

Natasha Tretheway was born in Mississippi in 1966, at a time where racism was a big issue. Her parents being in an interracial marriage was considered a violation in that state at the time. Her

Mother was colored and her father was Canadian, which maybe contributed to her light complexion.

In her poem she expresses the possibility of concealing her nationality and the consequences of her actions if her mother found out. She states in her poem and in her life the effects of

racial society and how she dealt with her true citizenship in America.

And the Stone Age became the Gravel Age,
named after the long driveways of the time.

The Spanish Inquisition was nothing more than an outbreak of questions such as
”How far is it from here to Madrid?”
”What do you call the matador’s hat?”

The War of the Roses took place in a garden,
And the Enola Gay dropped one tiny atom on Japan.

The children would leave his classroom for the playground to torment the weak and the smart
Mussing up their hair and breaking their glasses,

While he gathered up his notes and walked home past flower beds and white picket fences,
wondering if they would believe that soldiers in the Boer War told long, rambling stories
Designed to make the enemy nod off.