miércoles, 25 de abril de 2012

En el Tiempo de Las Mariposas - Spanish II Performance Assessment




Your Mission:  As an inmate in La Cuarenta, you have suffered under the regime of Rafael Trujillo & are excited to share your story with officers of the Organization of American States. Unfortunately, this is impossible to do with Trujillo’s ever-present guards watching your every move. You see that the Mirabal sisters have managed to secretly pass a note to the OAS by braiding it into Mate’s hair & sneaking it into the interrogation room.  Your goal is to create & smuggle a similar note to the OAS. Since you are from the Dominican Republic, this note should be written in Spanish and will use the preterit tense. On  May  2nd  and 3rd  , an OAS officer (Ms. Ledford) will visit La Cuarenta. You should be prepared to sneak your note to her on either of these days. This note should describe your life in the Dominican Republic, why you were taken to prison, and what life has been like during the reign of Trujillo. Remember, this note has to be smuggled, so it should be at least 200 words, but not much more.  You should come up with a creative (and safe) way to smuggle this note to the OAS officer without being seen. If you are spotted by a guard, she will receive a promotion (bonus points!) on this assignment. This note MUST be hand delivered and can either be done in class or throughout the school day. You may NOT interrupt or leave another class to pass your note.  This assignment is worth 25 points -  remember, many lives depend on your ability to tell the story of Trujillo!

Spanish II - En el Tiempo de las Mariposas

miércoles, 4 de abril de 2012

viernes, 23 de marzo de 2012

AP Spanish - Pablo Neruda - Day Six


Neruda’s primary poetic form was the ode-- a song of praise.  But Neruda did not praise elite things but common things.  Neruda worked hard to make objects that people could pick up easily in their hands.  He worked concretely, at the level of the metaphor, to raise the status of humble objects to an exalted, spiritual level.  He did this not to remove them from our everyday lives or to make still-lifes out of them, but to elevate our everyday lives and endow them meaning.   


Neruda praised things by using metaphor.  He also liked to personify objects or address them directly or tell little narratives about them.  But through metaphor, he makes his most compelling humanist arguments linking the self with the earth and with culture and the cosmos.  So in this assignment, I’d like you write an ode, paying special attention to your use of metaphors.  The following instructions may help you get started.  But feel free to try your own approach - whatever gets you going.  

1. Choose an object X (food, clothes, animals, furniture, tools, etc.) 
2. Or choose an activity X (walking, running, drinking, studying, talking). 
3. Describe X.  What are the physical qualities, the attributes, the important parts?   How does X look, feel, sound, taste, smell? 
4. What normal functions do you associate with X? 
5. What experiences have you had with X? 
6. What could X be like?   
7. Can we understand X like or as something else?   
8. If X has no sound, what sound would you imagine it to have? If X has no smell, what would you imagine it to smell like? 
9. What do we gain from speculating about X in terms of something/someone else?


Your oda - in the style of Neruda - is due in class on 3/27.

Ode to an Umbrella

Enjoy the English version of our Neruda-esque "Ode to an Umbrella"! (Spanish translation coming soon!)

Ode to an Umbrella
By - Ms. Ledford's AP Spanish IV Students

Umbrella, I love you.

Whenever I see you, I remember my childhood
& how playing in the rain was always great fun.
I spun you like a top and
you became a bright color wheel
of many faces - yellow, green, red, blue.

Whenever I see you, I remember the smell of fresh rain
and how you would shield me from any storm.
You were not only my shield, but my sword.
The driving wind and rain
could not penetrate your impermeable dome.

Whenever I found myself in bad weather, 
you opened your metal arms
to deflect what was coming down.
You've been like a soldier,
always ready to defend
never asking for anything in return.
Or maybe like a mother
always ready to encourage her child.
Your handle remains strong and sturdy,
though in the end you'll eventually fly away.
Leaving me stranded,
but teaching me not to be weak and defenseless;
as I learn to stand on my own.

You taught me how to play in the rain.