Category: Writing

Activity 2. Mobile Text tula: Do the following. 1. Read the transcriptions on page 27 or watch again the
video clip, “Ang Pipit”, by Levi Celerio. 2. Create a mobile phone text tula reflecting your
interpretation on the message of the song. 3. Send your output to your teacher via text messaging. 10
Directions: 1. Read the poem, “Apo On the Wall” by Bj Patino. 2. Interview people about their experiences during the Martial Law. 3. Create a collage of photos using PowerPoint depicting the experiences of people during Martial Law. Write a brief description to your work. Apo On the Wall by B} Patina There’s this man’s photo on the wall Of my father’s of?ce at home, you Know, where father brings his work, Where he doesn’t look strange Still wearing his green uniform And colored breast plates, where, To prove that he works hard, he Also brought a photo of his boss Whom he calls Apo, so Apo could You know, hang around on the wall Behind him and look over his shoulders To make sure he’s snappy and all. Father snapped at me once, caught me Sneaking around his of?ce at home Looking at the stuff on his wall- handguns, Plaques, a sword, medals a ri?e- Told me that was no place for a boy Only men, when he didn’t really Have to tell me because, you know, That photo of Apo on the wall was already Looking at me around, His eyes following me like he was That scary Jesus in the hallway, saying I know what you’re doing.
Mobile text tula is a traditional Filipino poem. A particular example
of this poem is a tanaga that consists of 4 lines with 7 syllables each with
the same rhyme at the end of each line. (DepEd 2013, 8).

Can someone please answer the questions based on the following poem?
“August Moonrise” by Sara Teasdale
The sun was gone, and the moon was coming
Over the blue Connecticut hills;
The west was rosy, the east was flushed,
And over my head the swallows rushed
This way and that, with changeful wills.
I heard them twitter and watched them dart
Now together and now apart
Like dark petals blown from a tree;
The maples stamped against the west
Were black and stately and full of rest,
And the hazy orange moon grew up
And slowly changed to yellow gold
While the hills were darkened, fold on fold
To a deeper blue than a flower could hold.
Down the hill I went, and then
I forgot the ways of men,
For night-scents, heady, and damp and cool
Wakened ecstasy in me
On the brink of a shining pool.
O Beauty, out of many a cup
You have made me drunk and wild
Ever since I was a child,
But when have I been sure as now
That no bitterness can bend
And no sorrow wholly bow
One who loves you to the end?
And though I must give my breath
And my laughter all to death,
And my eyes through which joy came,
And my heart, a wavering flame;
If all must leave me and go back
Along a blind and fearful track
So that you can make anew,
Fusing with intenser fire,
Something nearer your desire;
If my soul must go alone
Through a cold infinity,
Or even if it vanish, too,
Beauty, I have worshipped you.
Let this single hour atone
For the theft of all of me.

Can someone answer the questions based on the following excerpt?
Excerpt from “A Pair of Silk Stockings” by Kate Chopin
1 Mrs. Sommers was one who knew the value of bargains; who could stand for hours making her way inch by inch toward the desired object that was selling below cost. She could elbow her way if need be; she had learned to clutch a piece of goods and hold it and stick to it with persistence and determination till her turn came to be served, no matter when it came.
2 But that day she was a little faint and tired. She had swallowed a light luncheon—no! when she came to think of it, between getting the children fed and the place righted, and preparing herself for the shopping bout, she had actually forgotten to eat any luncheon at all!
3 She sat herself upon a revolving stool before a counter that was comparatively deserted, trying to gather strength and courage to charge through an eager multitude that was besieging breastworks of shirting and figured lawn. An all-gone limp feeling had come over her and she rested her hand aimlessly upon the counter. She wore no gloves. By degrees she grew aware that her hand had encountered something very soothing, very pleasant to touch. She looked down to see that her hand lay upon a pile of silk stockings. A placard near by announced that they had been reduced in price from two dollars and fifty cents to one dollar and ninety-eight cents; and a young girl who stood behind the counter asked her if she wished to examine their line of silk hosiery. She smiled, just as if she had been asked to inspect a tiara of diamonds with the ultimate view of purchasing it. But she went on feeling the soft, sheeny luxurious things—with both hands now, holding them up to see them glisten, and to feel them glide serpent-like through her fingers. Two hectic blotches came suddenly into her pale cheeks. She looked up at the girl.
“Do you think there are any eights-and-a-half among these?”
There were any number of eights-and-a-half. In fact, there were more of that size than any other. Here was a light-blue pair; there were some lavender, some all black and various shades of tan and gray. Mrs. Sommers selected a black pair and looked at them very long and closely. She pretended to be examining their texture, which the clerk assured her was excellent.
“A dollar and ninety-eight cents,” she mused aloud. “Well, I’ll take this pair.” She handed the girl a five-dollar bill and waited for her change and for her parcel. What a very small parcel it was! It seemed lost in the depths of her shabby old shopping-bag.
Mrs. Sommers after that did not move in the direction of the bargain counter. She took the elevator, which carried her to an upper floor into the region of the ladies’ waiting-rooms. Here, in a retired corner, she exchanged her cotton stockings for the new silk ones which she had just bought. She was not going through any acute mental process or reasoning with herself, nor was she striving to explain to her satisfaction the motive of her action. She was not thinking at all. She seemed for the time to be taking a rest from that laborious and fatiguing function and to have abandoned herself to some mechanical impulse that directed her actions and freed her of responsibility.
How good was the touch of the raw silk to her flesh! She felt like lying back in the cushioned chair and reveling for a while in the luxury of it.
She did for a little while. Then she replaced her shoes, rolled the cotton stockings together and thrust them into her bag. After doing this she crossed straight over to the shoe department and took her seat to be fitted.
She was fastidious. The clerk could not make her out; he could not reconcile her shoes with her stockings, and she was not too easily pleased. She held back her skirts and turned her feet one way and her head another way as she glanced down at the polished, pointed-tipped boots. Her foot and ankle looked very pretty. She could not realize that they belonged to her and were a part of herself. She wanted an excellent and stylish fit, she told the young fellow who served her, and she did not mind the difference of a dollar or two more in the price so long as she got what she desired.
It was a long time since Mrs. Sommers had been fitted with gloves. On rare occasions when she had bought a pair they were always “bargains,” so cheap that it would have been preposterous and unreasonable to have expected them to be fitted to the hand.
Now she rested her elbow on the cushion of the glove counter, and a pretty, pleasant young creature, delicate and deft of touch, drew a long-wristed “kid” over Mrs. Sommers’s hand. She smoothed it down over the wrist and buttoned it neatly, and both lost themselves for a second or two in admiring contemplation of the little symmetrical gloved hand. But there were other places where money might be spent.
There were books and magazines piled up in the window of a stall a few paces down the street. Mrs. Sommers bought two high-priced magazines such as she had been accustomed to read in the days when she had been accustomed to other pleasant things. She carried them without wrapping. As well as she could she lifted her skirts at the crossings. Her stockings and boots and well fitting gloves had worked marvels in her bearing—had given her a feeling of assurance, a sense of belonging to the well-dressed multitude.
She was very hungry. Another time she would have stilled the cravings for food until reaching her own home, where she would have brewed herself a cup of tea and taken a snack of anything that was available. But the impulse that was guiding her would not suffer her to entertain any such thought.
There was a restaurant at the corner. She had never entered its doors; from the outside she had sometimes caught glimpses of spotless damask and shining crystal, and soft-stepping waiters serving people of fashion.
When she entered her appearance created no surprise, no consternation, as she had half feared it might. She seated herself at a small table alone, and an attentive waiter at once approached to take her order. She did not want a profusion; she craved a nice and tasty bite—a half dozen blue-points, a plump chop with cress, a something sweet—a creme-frappee, for instance; a glass of Rhine wine, and after all a small cup of black coffee.
While waiting to be served she removed her gloves very leisurely and laid them beside her. Then she picked up a magazine and glanced through it, cutting the pages with a blunt edge of her knife. It was all very agreeable. The damask was even more spotless than it had seemed through the window, and the crystal more sparkling. There were quiet ladies and gentlemen, who did not notice her, lunching at the small tables like her own. A soft, pleasing strain of music could be heard, and a gentle breeze was blowing through the window. She tasted a bite, and she read a word or two, and she sipped the amber wine and wiggled her toes in the silk stockings. The price of it made no difference. She counted the money out to the waiter and left an extra coin on his tray, whereupon he bowed before her as before a princess of royal blood.

In what way does James Baldwin use a narrative structure?
A. The essay calls for civil rights and an end to injustice.
B. The essay questions the inequality between races.
C. The essay makes important arguments about the nature of hatred and acceptance.
D. The essay shows how the narrator develops over the course of a story.

This assignment focuses on your ability to: learn how to interpret the literary device of setting
and how it affects the character of the story/poem.
The purpose of completing this assignment is: as a student, in your career, and individual lives, you will often need to look beyond the plot and summary of what you are reading and put a different spin on it. An example of this might be interpreting data and the varying components of how that data was created, as well as what to do with the data as you move forward.
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Prompt (What are you writing about):
Choose one of the readings from this unit and in a well-crafted 2-page essay, respond to the following prompt:
Choose one of the stories/poems in Units One or Two. Analyze the setting place and setting mood and how this setting and mood shape the story?
Instructions (how to get it done):
Read through all of the instructions of this assignment.
Read all of the unit 1 and 2 resources.
Select one of stories or poems to write about.
Your audience for this essay is people who have read the stories/poems.
Use text examples to support your answer.
Your essay will have the following components:
o A title page
o An Introduction
o A thesis at the end of the introduction that clearly states how setting shapes the
story.
o Atleasttwosupportingsectionsthatdefendyourthesis/focusoftheessay o Textsupportwithproperlycitedin-textcitations
o Aconcludingparagraph
o A reference page with the short story citation
Requirements:
Length and format: At least 2 pages.
The title page and reference page are also required, but they should not be factored into
the 2-page length of the essay.
The paper should be double spaced with 1-inch margins. Choice of fonts: 11-point Calibri, 11-point Arial,12-point Times New Roman. Essay should conform to APA formatting and citation style.
Use the third-person, objective voice, avoiding personal pronouns such as “I,” “you,” “we,” etc.
Please use the short story sources and any outside sources you need to create a properly formatted APA reference page.
Use APA format for in-text citations and references when using outside sources and textual evidence.
Skills to be assessed with this assignment: creating effective thesis statements, incorporating text, responding to literature.
Please be cautious about plagiarism. Make sure to use in-text citations for direct quotes, paraphrases, and new information.
The poem I am using is I, Too, Sing America linked here https://americanliterature.com/author/langston-hughes/poem/i-too-sing-america
I need help starting this essay off!

Which sentence does include a dangling modifier?
To obtain further results, Homer completed the experiment a second time.
Having arrived late for work, a legitimate excuse was needed.
Driving through the old neighborhood, Nancy felt nostalgic.
Which sentence does not include a dangling modifier?
Exhausted after running ten miles, the hot tub was a welcome sight.
Having purchased a new home, Stephen expected his expenses to drastically increase.
Sipping coffee on the patio, the sun began to rise.
Directions: Determine whether or not the following sentences have dangling modifiers. For each sentence, select “Yes” if it has a dangling modifier and “No” if it does not.
Sentence Yes or No
1. After ringing the doorbell, the salesman took a step back.
2. Chopping vegetables, my favorite song played on the radio.
3. Skipping dessert again, Agnes exhibited willpower.
4. Using a hose and sponge, the car got very clean.
5. Trying on a new dress, my mobile phone rang.
6. Avoiding the police, the dark alley seemed a good place to hide.

An epic poem is a long narrative poem that celebrates the deeds of a heroic figure. Epic poems served several purposes:
They told the stories of the culture’s history.
They passed down the culture’s values.
They entertained the listeners.
HOW WELL do you think the passage below from Beowulf achieves the above purposes? Why? Explain. —USE parts of the poem within your answer—make sure to write at least 5 complete sentences.
Image above is taken from your textbook pgs. 2-9. This passage is the background information for the excerpt. It’s just here as a reminder of the context, since you’re not reading the entire epic poem. More important context: Side note—Although Beowulf had come through the Anglo-Saxon tradition as a pagan story, it was recorded by a Christian society. The person or people who wrote the story down, probably working in a monastery, made a point to include Christian values, especially in the character of the hero Beowulf. Beowulf represents Christianity as he, a good man, struggles against Grendel, an evil monster, and ultimately triumphs. When you read Beowulf, keep in mind the mixture of the pagan and Christian values and the way the language reflects both the oral tradition and the Old English in which the poem was written.

Select the correct answer. Why does Walt Whitman use the word singing in the title “I Hear America Singing”?
a. to illustrate a misguided and simple interpretation of American society
b. to reflect a hopeful, cohesive view of American society
c. to highlight the importance of labor rights for workers in America
d. to show that having a positive outlook in life is essential to succeed
Select the correct answer. Which of the following is a prominent theme in romanticism?
a. an appreciation for science
b. a respect for civilized society
c. the individual against society
d. the surroundings of an individual
Select the correct answer. What is the author’s tone in this line from William Dean Howells’s “Editha”? Then Editha’s father said in his public-will-now-address-a-few remarks tone, “My name is Balcom, ma’am; Junius Balcom, of Balcom’s Works, New York. . . .”
a. Angry
b. Solemn
c. Sarcastic
d. Moralistic

In the poem “A Letter to My Mom That She Will Never Read” by Ocean Vuong. What does the deer and monarch butterflies symbolize?
2nd question: Why do Ocean and his mother dress up to go to the mall. And what does this say about Ocean’s mother’s character?
3rd question: Why does Ocean’s mother ask him if she looks “like a real American?”
4th question: out of the Blue Moon why does Ocean’s mother tell him that she isn’t “a monster” but “a mother”.