An in-depth guide to write super-awesome commentaries. So my IB paper 1 unseen text exam is tomorrow, so thought I might condense all that I’ve learnt on poetry analysis over my high school life here.
Reading the poem/those first 5 minutes:
The first time you do so, don’t worry about finding literary devices etc. Just read it. Feel the mood, feel the poem. Often in exams, you are given 5 minutes of reading time when you’re not suppose to write anyway, so really make use of that time. Remember your initial impression of the poem.
Ask yourself the following questions: WHAT is going on here? (What is the “dramatic situation”? WHO is speaking? (Known as the voice or persona. What kind of a person, what is their attitude to the situation? Who are they speaking to? How consistent is the speaker with the situation?
Ask yourself how the poem achieves the effect you noted above. Look for: PATTERNS: The effect of the structure, the construction of the stanzas, lines. Repetition? Look for use of rhyme, metre, rythm, and sound patterns. IMAGES: What appeals to the senses? Look for taste, touch, sight, sound, smell, movement. What about literal images? Or are they figurative? Why? WORDS (Use of diction): Why the choice and position of words? What extra implications, connotations, dimensions, allusions? Ask yourself how these contribute to what the poem is doing.
Now use lots of pretty highlighters to annotate the poem. It helps to use a colour scheme! For example, use orange for literary devices, green for specific use of diction etc… It makes it easier to identify and go back to what you’ve found while writing the essay.
Literary devices: So, so important. Focus on how language shapes meaning. I have created a page with all useful devices you could use HERE.
Structure: Look at the number of lines per stanza (Is it a tercet? A Quatrain? - Find the names of your poem structure on the same post as the literary devices) Look at rhythm (pentameter) and rhyming scheme. (ABAB or ABBA…) OR is it free verse? Drop all of this down somewhere on the page.
Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing,
unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in
lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply
everything. Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way.
Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea
who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are
still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold
lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with
no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about
those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About
why you’re here and not back home. About how it’s going to be like once
you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her
again. About who’s hanging out where this weekend. At first who’s
inviting you at all. And in the end where you’re supposed to go, when
you’re invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is
doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because
of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you.
Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude
you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all
this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want
to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re
marks don’t count. About whether you should go home after school, or
hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know
a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you
like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you.
And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your
name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you
who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back,
those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t
worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore. And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will
remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that
will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel,
so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the
whole world. And it is music you make. With the most amazing musicians
you’ve ever met. And it is site reading a thousand pages just to be part
of the school band. Exchange is uncomfortable. It’s feeling out of
place, like a fifth wheel. It’s talking to people you don’t like. It’s
trying to be nice all the time. It’s bugs.. and bears. It’s cold,
freezing cold. It’s homesickness, it’s awkward silence and its feeling
guilty because you didn’t talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty
because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.
Exchange is great. It’s feeling the connection between you and your host
parents grow. It’s knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It’s
meeting people from all over the world. It’s having a place to stay in
almost every country of the world. It’s cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It’s seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.
Exchange is exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole
wide world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel
and those people who become your absolute best friends even though you
only see most of them 3 or 4 times during your year. The people, who
take almost an hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those
people with the jackets full of pins. All over the world. Exchange is falling in love with this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country.
Exchange is frustrating. Things you can’t do, things you don’t
understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you
meant to say. Or even worse… Exchange is understanding. Exchange is unbelievable. Exchange is not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year. Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be. Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it’s also the worst. Without a doubt.
Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always
be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly
understand. Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the
same, no matter where they’re from. That there is great people and
douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad
your day is going to be. Or the whole year. And it is realizing that
you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally.
And it’s trying to explain that to your parents. Exchange is dancing
in the rain for no reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the
same time. It’s a turmoil of every emotion possible. Exchange is everything. And exchange is something you can’t understand unless you’ve been through it !
i think it’s most commonly called tree bros. and of course! this is a really interesting prompt! these are gonna be quite short bc i’m horrible and hate myself -K
7. “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “You’re wearing two different shoes.”
Evan ran in the front door, just as the bell rang. He had been up all night, stressing about a million and one things, causing him to sleep in. Jared, being the guy he is, decided that he would let Evan sleep. He, of course, didn’t take into consideration that Evan’s body clock would wake him up around about the time he normally woke up on a school day, making him realise he was going to be late. This subsequently had Evan running around his room, quickly getting ready, masking his ‘teenage boy’ smell with deodorant and grabbing his bike. He managed to get to school with literal seconds to spare. He didn’t manage to get through his morning routine, so he was fidgeting more than usual, the horrible feeling he had forgotten something weighing on his shoulders all throughout his first three periods.
It was when he walked into English he realised what he had forgotten. He had a goddamn essay due. He had spent that last two weeks stressing over it, rewriting parts, making sure it was perfect. It was one of the many things plaguing his mind the previous night. And he forgot to pick it up before leaving the house because he was in such a rush. He wanted to cry. When the teacher got to his name on the register, asking if he had his essay with him, he looked like a deer int he headlights, all he could manage was a shake of his head before the teacher sighed and told him to bring it, next class. He nodded, lowering his head and blinking back tears. Luckily, the class was too caught up in hating the class to notice, so he avoided a panic attack.
When it finally came to lunch, he sat at his usual table, where Connor joined him. He smelled slightly of weed, but Evan wasn’t going to say anything because last time he did it caused an argument and all he needs right now is Connor love. He smiled softly as Connor sat down. He was taking a bite of his sandwich when Connor spoke up. “Are you okay?”
Evan looked up in slight panic before nodding. “Yeah, of course! I’m okay, I’m good actually. Great, in fact.” He had to stop himself from rambling so he coughed slightly before asking, “Why do you ask?”
Connor couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow at Evan’s antics. “You’re wearing two different shoes.”
Looking down at his feet, Evan noticed that Connor was right. He went beet red. “I was, uh, in a b-bit of a rush this morning. I overslept and Jared didn’t pick me up so.”
Connor clenched his jaw. “He left you? But he gives you a ride every day, what could have possibly convinced that dick that you didn’t need a ride?” Connor was getting worked up before Evan placed his hand on his giving him a pointed look that conveyed ‘I’m good’. Connor sighed. “You seemed kinda upset. Anything happened that I need to know about.”
Shrugging, Evan took another bite of his sandwich to stop himself rambling uncontrollably about what had happened in English. He was planning to tell Connor, just not in school. “Can I come over to yours tonight?”
Connor nodded, smiling. “Course. Mom just turned vegan and I am not prepared for the monstrosity of a meal she is gonna serve. So we can swing by somewhere and get some takeout on the way.” Evan smiled. The bell soon rang, signalling that they had to go back to class. Connor quickly left a kiss on Evan’s cheek before heading to class. Evan knew the only reason he was so quick to head off was that he had woodshop. He had a strange fascination with sawing wood.
Later, in Connor’s room, Evan decided to tell Connor about what had happened in English. To anyone else, what happened would have been a very minor thing, but Connor understood it wasn’t like that with Evan. So when he started to get worked up and emotional, Connor simply pulled him in for a hug, kissing his temple and telling him that everything would be alright.
awesome! i hoped you liked that! feel free to send in any more ideas you have from the prompt list. thy will be quite short because i don’t really get much inspiration from simple prompts. also, if you think of a vague prompt yourself, send it in! i’d be happy to have a crack at it, even if it’s just headcannons.
Do you think Stiles would be one of those people who pass on chain texts "just in case"
My dude, Stiles is probably the one who starts chain texts.
Not because he believes in them, but because he’s meant to be doing an English essay on what the psychological affects of the green light in The Great Gatsby are and quickly decides the psychological affects of the green light is not nearly as interesting as the psychological affects of chain texts (because yes, green lights, chain texts, same thing, right???) sending out one that reads: send this to ten friends if you don’t want a giant werewolf to rip your throat out with its teeth *inserts scary werewolf emoji here*.
Stiles writes an excellent report on the psychological affects of internet culture concerning chain mail which baffles (and yet, does not surprise) his teacher but who cares about grades anymore (seriously when do any of them have time to study???? like, for real)when a certain sourwolf shows up at your window three nights later demanding an explanation as to why Erica keeps asking him how many people’s throats he’s had to rip out yet.
So we have this system at our school where when a staff member thinks you’re doing something really nice or working really hard or whatever they can give you what we call a respect ticket and then you drop it off at the main office with your name on it and it’s entered into a raffle where you can win prizes like concert or event tickets or gift cards and stuff and so today I was in my English class which is my favorite class with my favorite teacher and we are working on our essays and literally the entire class I was listening to music and furiously trying to type the lyrics as they were playing in my ear because that’s a hard thing to do and I really wasn’t feeling actually doing work today and towards the end of class she comes over and gives me a respect ticket and she’s like you looked like you were working really hard today good job.
I was literally vigorously typing song lyrics the whole time and I wasn’t even trying to make it look like I was working
I did no work at all whatsoever
The line they’re in wraps around the
building and winds down the street, full of monsters and ghouls and a whole lot
of superheroes. There are kids here that Philip thinks probably shouldn’t be,
and he thinks he sees his Social History of Photography teacher dressed like a
giant frog with his wife and child in tow.
Lukas shifts anxiously at Philip’s side.
Philip takes his hand and Lukas smiles
softly down at him. They’re both dressed like cowboys and Philip is trying to
focus on everything else but how hot he thinks Lukas looks. They got their
costumes entirely from Good Will and Lukas is actually wearing chaps, which
Philip already plans on asking him to keep on later on tonight when they close
their bedroom door. Philip tips his hat back on his head and they step forward
a little bit as the line moves.
“You think Izzy is having fun with her
cousins?” Lukas asks, his voice wavering a little bit.
Philip laughs. “I’m sure she’s still
hoarding that hot dog toy because she’s bad at sharing.”
Lukas scoffs. “As if they don’t have an
entire basket of toys at home because Angela gets them that monthly dog box
“We need to do that for Izzy,” Philip
thinks, imagining it.
There’s a shriek and Lukas jumps, eyes
finding the haunted house in front of them. He looks worried and Philip clicks
Mr. Townson, the wonderful APUSH god who has a history of 100% pass rates, has given the gospel of APUSH to his people. Here are Townson’s top 30 things that will certainly be on the test (some of these are more than one thing, but they’re related topics), followed by his top picks for what the essays will be.
Spanish, French, English Exploration and Settlement
Half-Way Covenant & First Great Awakening
Proclamation of 1763
Articles of Confederation & Shay’s Rebellion
Compromises in the Constitution
Washington’s Farewell Address
Alexander Hamilton’s Financial Plan
Marbury vs. Madison
William Lloyd Garrison
Compromise of 1850
The Gilded Age
The Lost Generation
The New Deal & Court Packing
The Cold War
Conformity in the 1950s and Levittown, NJ
Civil Rights Leaders
Gulf of Tonkin Resolution
Camp David Accords
Townson’s Top Essay Picks
Early America (pre-American Revolution)
Exam tip: every year there is a question about African Americans or women.
There is 1 DBQ. Everyone does the same one of that.
There are 4 choices for the FRQs. You write 2. You must write an essay from the first category, which is pre-1900, and you must write an essay from the second category, which will be from the 1900s or later.
It is YOUR job to research and know these topics, their related facts, and their implications. I’m not going to do that for you. It won’t help you in the long run. Study well, study strong. I’m probably going to keep posting a bunch of review questions on here. Look them over, but in general, STAY OFF OF TUMBLR! You should be studying.
Hey Jade! How are you? Do you have any tips or advice for adv English in year 11 and 12? I just picked my subjects for the HSC, so super excited but very nervous for next year! Thank you, and good luck for the future! xx
Hey, I’m good thank you! It’s really exciting picking subjects for the HSC, because you get to learn things you really want to learn about rather than follow the mandatory curriculum. What did you choose?
And definitely, I have lots of advice for Adv English and Year 11/12 in general!
- Read your texts in the holidays. You won’t regret it when time comes around and it’s a little hard to fit reading in during all of your other subjects/homework etc. - Don’t be scared to annotate your texts. This will help you so much when it comes to end-of-year exams and you’ve forgotten what you’ve discussed in the texts. - Year 11: Practise your writing style. Learn how to write a proper essay, with help from your teacher. It will undoubtedly help you so much in Year 12, where essay writing is a week-to-week occurrence (well, at least for me anyway). - Don’t just read your school texts. I’m super guilty of this because in Year 11 I basically couldn’t find time to read for leisure outside of school texts, but this could help you a lot! In Year 12, you need to find 2 ‘related texts’ (which are texts that a student finds on their own to write a complementary essay with the text the school makes you read). If you read widely, it may just save you the time trying to search for the perfect text in Year 12! - Compile a list of past essay questions. This is a lot more applicable in Year 12, but just have a word document. Dump any essay questions for HSC english you find there, it will help A LOT when it comes to trials/HSC (round about now for me, actually!) and you need to write practice essays/moulding to the question. - Read other essays. Read examples of people online, or ‘exemplar’ Band 5/6 essays (depending on what you’re aiming for English). You may pick up a couple of things that you should do in your essay, and how to improve to reach that top band! - Read critical material. This is more of an Extension English thing, but does work in Adv as well. Adding critics to your essay isn’t necessary, but definitely ups the sophistication (mainly looking at Module B). Critical articles (which you can find on JSTOR or google scholar) can also help you express your own point in a better way.
And with Year 11, don’t stress too much! None of it AT ALL counts towards your HSC. You can stuff up and make mistakes. I got into the trap of getting so worked up over my yearlies but they literally did not count for anything! And also, have fun in Year 11. I hope this helped!
I’m 200% sure this had been done a thousand times before, but after reading my 10000000th fanfiction / doujinshi on the subject I just felt like I had to
24/7 grumpy and rude Iwa-chan. Ok that is just not true. Iwa-chan is a funny, kind, smart young man who clearly has a certain type of charisma. Ok his probably not the most delicate person towards Oikawa but that doesn’t mean he’s walking around with this angry face all the time. Furthermore, they are childhood friends and when you’ve been friends with someone since you were kids you definitely know how to make them laugh. And you do make them laugh. And they make you laugh too. That’s just how it works.
Shittikawa. No. Just no. I really can’t imagine Iwaizumi calling Oikawa so. Especially in front of others. ‘Cause Oikawa still feels insecure about himself, he’s afraid of not being talented enough, of not being good enough. Like I’m sure he freaked out so bad about his knee, and his glasses and everything that can possibly stand on his way to becoming one of the best damn players in the country. And he needs Iwaizumi to stand by his side and to support him. That doesn’t mean Iwa-chan doesn’t insult him or come down hard on him, but he certainly doesn’t call him shitty-anything, let’s just leave it to Zoro and Sanji ok
AU where Oikawa isn’t 130% dedicated to whatever he does in life. This concerns all the AU’s where Oikawa’s occupation is nothing more than a back-ground for all the romantic stuff. Ok romantic stuff is good, it’s what we’re all here for but! Oikawa Tooru is the most passionate character in whole Haikyuu (ok there’s also Hinata, but in a very different way). In Tooru’s case it’s more about the true meaning of passion, like in those Greek tragedies where it’s devastating and burning and harmful somehow: he has control issues when it comes to volleyball, he almost hit one of his kohais, he loses his sleep and spends nights watching games, he trains so much and so hard that he ends up hurt, he knows the fucking court by hart. So if there’s an AU where he’s a florist / scientist / doctor / king/ or whatever, I can’t believe he would be any less obsessed with his job (except if he had to leave volleyball for a reason and found something else to do. That’s different).
Oikawa being a damsel in distress. So ok Oikawa probably is fragile in a way, he needs to be able to rely on someone (ok not someone, a very particular one) and he definitely needs someone to save him from himself from time to time. But he’s not a weak squishy little thing waiting for brave Iwa-chan to come and save him from bad dangerous stuff. He’s perfectly strong by himself. He’s perfectly capable of dealing with Ushijima and all his “you’ve chosen a wrong way” shit, he controls his pain and his tears and his disappointment when all of his teammates (and his best friend) have their eyes wet with tears and god have you even seen his tosses? How he literally flattens the ball into the ground? The way he jumps? Or how he fucking. Crushed. Into. Those. Chairs? And got back in the game like immediately? This guy is physically strong and enduring and stubborn so no I don’t think he’d be hiding behind Iwaizumi’s back at any occasion.
Iwaizumi constantly denying his feelings for Oikawa (considering he already has feelings for him. Falling for Oikawa is a different type of thing). Ok this one is my very personal way of seeing things, but I kinda feel that Iwa-chan is more honest with himself then Oikawa is. So he’d probably be confused and hesitating and taking it slooooow, but he wouldn’t deny it if deep inside he knows it’s here.
Iwaoi being a love/hate relationship. NOPE it is NOT. And neither is klance actually. Iwa-chan certainly doesn’t hate Oikawa. And most likely never did (‘cause once again, kids don’t really tend to spend time with people they don’t like). They are friends. They had been for years. You just don’t keep hanging out with someone you hate for years. Unless you’re a masochist but I don’t think that’s Iwa-chan’s thing (or maybe in different circumstances, who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
I’m sorry for the whole English and grammar and vocabulary part I’m trying I really am
honestly, if dumbledore had just let voldemort become a teacher, everything would have probably turned out okay. he’d have quit within the week because students are terrible and what even is this essay, is this even written in english, why is it sticky?
·It’s possible to write an essay in less than 15 minutes.
·Rough drafts are for the weak.
·Procrastination will, in fact, take you far.
·Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches first appeared in 1901.
·Snow White’s evil stepmother was literally called the Evil Queen.
·Just about everyone, save two or three characters, in Great Gatsby were hoe-hoes.
·Never get a tattoo on your back.
·When in doubt, use a hyphen.
I keep being asked: “What can I do? I have no motivation.” Or, “Help, I can motivate myself to study!”.
So, here is a general answer to help put you all back on to the right track, just keep in mind that it’s a problem everyone suffers with. Everyone, even studyblrs, find themselves lacking motivation every now and then. I’m always doing this.
This post is trying to address a few key questions! 1) Why are you not motivated? (It’s not because you’re lazy, there’s nothing wrong with you!) and 2) What can I do to fix this?