Newberry High School
Dr. Denise Williams
Intensive Reading I
10/2 What is your worst nightmare?
10/3 How will you treat your own children from the way you are treated now?
10/4 How would you feel if you found out you were adopted?
10/5 If you agreed to sell your bike and then someone offered you more would you go back on the deal?
10/6 If you were collecting money for a charity and your friends decided they needed it more, would you go along with them?
Journals due Friday, all make up work due Friday
Seven Deadly Sins:
1. Pride
2. Ire
3. Envy
4. Sloth
5. Gluttony
6. Avarice
7. Lust
“My lords,” he said, “in churches where I preach I cultivate a haughty kind of speech And ring it out as roundly as a bell; I’ve got it all by heart, the tale I tell. I have a text, it always is the same And always has been, since I learnt the game, Old as the hills and fresher than the grass, Radix malorum est cupiditas. . . . “I preach, as you have heard me say before, And tell a hundred lying mockeries more. I take great pains, and stretching out my neck To east and west I crane about and peck Just like a pigeon sitting on a barn. My hands and tongue together spin the yarn And all my antics are a joy to see. The curse of avarice and cupidity Is all my sermon, for it frees the pelf. Out come the pence, and specially for myself, For my exclusive purpose is to win And not at all to castigate their sin. Once dead what matter how their souls may fare? They can go blackberrying, for all I care! . . . “And thus I preach against the very vice I make my living out of—avarice. a And yet however guilty of that sin Myself, with others I have power to win Them from it, I can bring them to repent; But that is not my principal intent.
SAMPLE
The Drip
Marty was curled up on the family recliner, staring at the ceiling with his mouth wide open. He had been hearing a dripping noise while he was reading “All the King’s Men” for a book report, and it was poking at his attention. The book wasn’t so enthralling to him anyways. He tried to ignore the sound for a while, but its persistent tune entered into his reading, and the clamor of political speeches and the intrigue contained in the book were colored with the resonance of drips.
He shoved the book down on the living room couch, not bothering to mark the page. His father and mother were not at home, both being professors who enjoyed working late in their laboratories at the University of Washington in the department of entomology.
By listening inventively, he thought the drips must be landing above him, next to the top of the staircase that leads to his parents’ bedroom. As he walked towards the dripping sound softly as to not obstruct his hearing, he tried to be alert as possible about the sound of the drips. His intuition was not far off: the drips were landing within the top stair of the staircase. “But how could something be dripping inside of the stair?” he thought. He couldn’t find any logical reason for it.
The top stair was covered by an old but thick beige carpet. “I could cut the carpet off of this stair and glue it back before my parents come home,” Marty pondered. Without too much thought of the consequences, he pounced around the house to the garage, where there was...