Thursday, 7 June 2012

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

While I'm at it...

Paper Two...
Hamlet - usually the questions focus on characters and themes.  - Who it is about and What it is about.  If they ask you to discuss HOW it was written, that is a style question, so focus on the LICSS - Language, Imagery, Characters, Structure and Setting.

The Comparative Question - Remember to make some comparative point at the beginning of every paragraph/point.  Do not deal with one text on its own unless you are doing the 30/40 mark question.

Poetry - Enthuse about the poet and think BIG - focus on the poet's style and themes in general, but zoom in to give detailed examples.

Unseen Poetry - Use all the technical terms to take the poems apart and impress the examiner.  Again the LICSS will be useful.

Show off - you are in good company... Shakespeare, Heaney, Plath, Rich, Frost, Kavanagh, Boland, Ibsen... they are all walking into the exam with you and they are DYING to show off how great they are... so just let them!

Oh yes - And Watch the Clock and read over all your answers before the end.

MEP all the way on this one


Be Brilliant
Be Clear
Be Creative
Let the the Language Breath and Come Alive


#FingersCrossedForHeaneyAndPlath



Tuesday, 5 June 2012

One More Thing...

Good luck everyone!
Remember -
Keep an eye on the clock
Be confident!
Avoid anyone who is nervous or freaking out - they are vexations to the spirit...

Paper One - this is your chance to be creative.  Write something beautiful, funny, uplifting and inspiring and think of your audience and don't be boring!  Remember to use adjectives and adverbs in the descriptive sections.

Avoid analysis of the exam afterwards - everyone will have answered differently so just let it go and move on to the next subject.

You are a great student now go in there and show 'em what you're made of.
(No Pressure! )  :-)  Ms B


Fingers crossed for Heaney !!! Good luck everyone

Mid-Term Break  
by Seamus Heaney



I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble,"
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.