
Read The Flowers here
Read about Alice Walker here
Amanda Gorman at the Presidential Inauguration
Mister President
Dr. Biden
Madam Vice President
Mister Emhoff
Americans and the world
One day comes we ask ourselves "where can we find light in this neverending shade?"
The loss we carry, a sea we must wade
We braved the belly of the beast
We've learned that quiet isn't always peace
And the norms and notions of "what just is" isn't always "just is."
And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it
Somehow we do it
Somehow we weathered and witnessed
A nation that isn't broken, but simply unfinished.
We the successors of a country in a time where a skinny black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president
Only to find herself reciting for one.
And yes we are far from polished, far from pristine
But that doesn't mean we aren't striving to form a union that is perfect.
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed
To all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
But what stands before us.
We close the divide because we know to put our future first
We must first put our differences aside
We lay down our arms
So we can reach our arms to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the glow if nothing else say, "this is true."
That even as we grieved we grew
That even as we hurt we hoped,
That even as we tired we tried
That we'll be forever tied together victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat,
But because we will never again sow division.
Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree,
And no one should make them afraid.
If we're to live up to our own time,
Then victory won't lighten the blade but in all the bridges we made,
That is the promise to glade,
The hill we climb.
If only we dare it because being American is more than a pride we inherit
It's the past we step into and how we repair it.
We've seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it,
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.
And this effort very nearly succeeded.
But while democracy can be periodically delayed,
It can never be permanently defeated.
In this truth, in this faith we trust.
For while we have our eyes on the future,
History has its eyes on us.
This is the era of just redemption we feared it at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour
But within it we found the power to author a new chapter
To offer hope and laugh or to ourselves,
So while once we ask "how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe"
Now we assert,
"How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?"
We will not march back to what was
But move to what shall be a country that is bruised but whole,
Benevolent but bold,
Fierce and free.
We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation
Because know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation.
Our blenders because their burdens
But one thing is certain.
If we merge mercy with might,
And might with right,
Then love becomes our legacy in change
Our children's birthright.
So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left
With every breath from our bronze-pounded chest
We will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limb hills of the west
We will rise from the wind-swept northeast
Where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states
We will rise from the sun-baked South
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
And every known nook of our nation
And every corner called our country
Our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid
The new dawn balloons as we free it.
For there is always light if only we are brave enough to see it.
If only we are brave enough to be it.
Earlier this year we read the short story by Roald Dahl Lamb to Slaughter. This month we are going to read another of his short stories, The Way up to Heaven, first published in The New Yorker in 1954
Read and listen to the story here.
After you've read the story, WRITE A REVIEW of about 150 words (You can find some ideas on how to write a review here - you don't have to include all the questions)
DEADLINE: THURSDAY 26TH
Go to the NY Times Film Club and choose a video. Take some time choosing. Remember to scroll down. There are pages and pages of different videos to choose from.
Send me an audio recording explaining:
Please make sure you do not read, just talk about your video!
This week we are going to read a short story and do some grammar revision.
1. Grammar revision. Download and complete the following Mixed tenses exercises. for Monday 28th.
2. Short story Lamb to Slaughter by Roald Dahl. Tuesday 29th
As you all know, Roald Dahl was a British novelist, short story writer, poet, fighter pilot, and screenwriter.
He is the author of Matilda, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,The Magic Finger, and so many unforgettable stories which we have all read and enjoyed.
This week we are going to read one of his short stories.
Click here to read Lamb to Slaughter
3. Presentation of Projects. Thursday 30th
VOCABULARY . Click here for a list of Covid related vocabulary.
Part 1: Read the article in The Guardian Global Preparation and answer the questions.
What determines the success of a good policy to control the spread of the virus?
How is New
Zealand dealing with the situation?
Name two
countries that were well prepared for the second wave and explain why.
Compare Australia’s
and Spain’s approaches.
Explain the following expressions found in the article:
Deadline:
1 C: Wednesday 23rd/Thursday 24th (in class)
1D: Thursday 24th
Part 2: Choose a country other than Spain. Read about it in different media (in English) and write a brief report to explain to the group how the country has dealt with the pandemic and its current situation.
Deadline: 1 C: To be presented to the group on Friday 25th
Boris Johnson's speech to the nation