Profile of a Thinker

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Shakespeare Biography

• Elizabethan Times
• Born in Stratford, England upon – Avon in Warwickshire
• Born in 1564
• Well-off – dad was a tradesman
• Got an education, studied Latin/Greek language, culture etc.
• He understands history because he learns these things
• Average person lived till 52-53
•  Lost family and friends tragically
•  Religion was very important (at the top of the pyramid)
• Very rigid structure (pyramid) – god, pope, queen or king, noblest and religious leaders, politicians and merchants, artisans and common folk, criminals and crazy people, women and children
• Chattels – property (women and children)
• Not about money, about placement
• Maybe Shakespeare had a sense of understanding
• Women were not allowed to be in plays (ex. 1603, Romeo and Juliet, would have no girls, Juliet would be a boy)
• What if Shakespeare recognizes the power of women (married an older smarter women)
• At this time, plays were low class, dirty, and illegal in London, England
• Being an actor was low class
• Boss of a group of performers
• Theatre company called “The King’s Men”
• Witches are scary, they tried to kill the King (Shakespeare’s time period)
• His famous theatre was called, “The Globe” which was outside of London, everyone wanted to see his plays
• He had the 2^nd biggest house in Stratford, made the arts interesting Macbeth
• Based on true story
• There was a real King named Macbeth
• Knights horrible people (our age), trained to fight (have swords up to 6 ft long)
• Macbeth is a knight (meanest, strongest, toughest)
•  Knights are “monsters”

Poetry Assignment

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Macbeth Questions

3.a) In Act 2, Macbeth tries to gain Banquo's support by saying that Lady Macbeth and himself were unprepared for Duncan's visit, making them unable to amuse him as well as they would have liked. Macbeth was looking for Banquo's sympathy because he didn't believe that they did a good job hosting while Duncan was there and didn't deserve athe gifts that Duncan gave to Macbeth's family. Banquo reassured Macbeth that everything was okay.

3.b) Macbeth

• weak
• scared
• unable to follow orders properly (returns to Lady Macbeth with the daggers in his bloody hands)
• worried that people will find out so he starts freaking out

Lady Macbeth

• Acts like she wasn't involved
• tough
• doesn't care
• man- like
• believes everything will be okay

They were so different in their reaction because Macbeth was forced to do the murder after Duncan started being nice to him, just because he wanted to become King. Macbeth had more pressure on him because he was the one who had to commit the actual crime and is friends with Duncan's friends. Lady Macbeth was the brains behind it so she would not get in as much trouble if they got caught.

3.c) Duncan is the good King of Scotland. He is virtuous (having high standards). And a benevolent ruler (is somebody with a leadership that has a kind attitude and appears to involve people). He is involved with the thanes, such as when he goes to Macbeth's home for dinner and stays over. Duncan gives Macbeth's family gifts and is very kind and generous.

3.d) Lady Macbeth describes Macbeth  as the thane of Glamis and Cawdor. He will become king just like was promised. Lady Macbeth is unsure is Macbeth has what it takes to kill the king and get the crown. He isn't powerful but wants to be. He lacks ambition, but isn't mean enough to do this horrible crime, he is too kind. He wants to do everything like a good man with no cheating but he wants what doesn't belong to him. He is afraid to murder Duncan, so he wants it to be done for him.

4.a) I think what's motivating Macbeth the most is the fact that Duncan is the king and he believes if Macbeth was no longer alive he would take place as king. He wants to be king so bad that he will even kill the king and risk getting in trouble to get what he wants. Also he wants to be able to make his wife happy by following through with what she wants as well. "I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show. False face must hide what the false heart doth know." Lady Macbeth finally convinced Macbeth to do the plan again after he started backing out. He ordered her to return so it didn't seem like they were up to anything so they obeyed each others orders. It take all of him to do this crime so it shows that he really wants to be king

4.b)

• When the battle’s lost and won.
• Fair is foul and foul is fair 
• Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature give way to in response Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm, curbing his lavish spirit; and to conclude, the victory fell on us.
• But in a sieve I’ll thither sail, and like a rat without a tail I’ll give you some wind to sail there.
• So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
• That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' Earth, and yet are on ’t?—Live you? Or are you aught that man may question? You seem to understand me, by each at once her choppy finger laying upon her skinny lips. You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so.
• Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day. 
• Nothing is but what is not.
• Here’s a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty.
• Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes
•  It makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to and not stand to
  
   

Act 3 Scene 1 Soliloquy

Old English:

To be thus is nothing,

But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo

Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature

Reigns that which would be feared. 'Tis much he dares,

And to that dauntless temper of his mind

He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor

To act in safety. There is none but he

Whose being I do fear, and under him

My genius is rebuked, as it is said

Mark Antony’s was by Caesar. He chid the sisters

When first they put the name of king upon me

And bade them speak to him. Then, prophetlike,

They hailed him father to a line of kings.

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown

And put a barren scepter in my grip,

Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,

No son of mine succeeding. If ’t be so,

For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind;

For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered;

Put rancors in the vessel of my peace

Only for them; and mine eternal jewel

Given to the common enemy of man,

To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!

Rather than so, come fate into the list,

And champion me to th' utterance. Who’s there?

Banquo and his son

Translation: To be the king is nothing if I'm not safe. I'm very afraid of Banquo. There's something about him that makes him feared. He is willing to take risks, and his mind never stops working. He has wisdom to act brave but also safely. He's the only one I fear. My guardian angel is frightened, just as Mark Anthony's angel supposedly feared Caesar. He (Banquo) chided the witches when they first called me king, and making them speak to him. Then,  like prophets, they named him the father to a line of kings. They placed a crown on my head and a scepter to hold which I must keep. None of my family can take these things away from me it must be someone outside, since my sons cannot take my place as king. If this is true,  then I've tortured my conscience and killed Duncan for Banquo's sons. I've ruined myself for their benefit. I gave my soul to the devil so they can become kings. Banquo's sons, kings! Instead of seeing what happened, I will challenge fate to battle and fight til there is a champoin. Who's there?

Act 5 Scene 5 Soliloquy

Old English:

She should have died hereafter.

There would have been a time for such a word.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Translation: She would have died later anyway. There would of been a time for this to come soon. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. The days creep slowly past until the end of time. And our days that have past have taken fools closer to their deaths. Out, out, brief candle! Life is nothing more than illusion, its like a poor actor who struts and worries for his hour on the stage and then is not heard anymore. It is a story told by an idiot, full of noise and anger, but is meaning nothing

Act 1 Scene 7 Soliloquy

Old English:

If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well

It were done quickly. If the assassination

Could trammel up the consequence, and catch

With his surcease success; that but this blow

Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,

We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases

We still have judgment here, that we but teach

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return

To plague th' inventor: this even-handed justice

Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice

To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,

Who should against his murderer shut the door,

Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

The deep damnation of his taking-off;

And pity, like a naked newborn babe,

Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubim, horsed

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself

And falls on th' other



Lady Macbeth waiting for Duncan to arrive



Translation: If this was over when I was finished my job then it would of been done quickly. If this assassination could trammel up the consequences which works like a net sweeping up succesds and consequences, then this murder might be the be-all and end-all of the whole affair and we would risk our life to come. We still have judgement here, that we don't teach. By doing these awful bloody crimes we teach to the others which the students will return to plague us teachers. Justice is equal! Forcing us to drink the poisoned drink we prepared for others. He trusts me in two ways. First, I am his kinsman and his subject,  protecting him as a deed. Second, I am his host so I should be shutting the door in his murderer's face, not killing him myself. Besides, Duncan has been such a great leader, so free  of crime, that his virtues will speak for him when he's gone, angels playing trumpets against the outrage of his murder. And pity, like a newborn baby, will ride in the wind with the winged angels on invisible horses through the air to spread word of the horrible incident to everyone around the world. Tears will be heared everywhere. I can't put myself into action, but only thing motivating me is ambition, which makes people rush ahead towards failure.

Act 1 Scene 5 Soliloquy

Old English:

The raven himself is hoarse                      That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan                      Under my battlements. Come, you spirits                   That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,                  And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full                      Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.                   Stop up the access and passage to remorse,                      That no compunctious visitings of nature               Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between              The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,             And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,                       Wherever in your sightless substances                You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night,                      And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,                That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,               Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark                                 To cry “Hold, hold!”

                  Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor,

                  Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter,

               Thy letters have transported me beyond

           This ignorant present, and I feel now

                The future in the instant.

Translation: The messanger has a lack of breath, that speaks of Duncan's entrance into my home. Come, you spirits that influence my lethal thoughts, make me more like the man then the women I am now and fill me  from my head to my toes with cruelty. Make my blood thick, and stop it from passing through my veins making me not feel remorseful, so that no humans of nature can stop my plan or make me keep peace between people! Come to my female breast and make poisoning substances of her milk, you murderers. You hide, unable to see you. Waiting to do your evil plan. Come, thick night, cover the world in the darkest smoke of hell, that way my knife will not see the cuts it makes, and heaven can't peep through the cover of darkness to cry "Stop!"



Act 2 Scene 1 Soliloquy

Old English: 

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but

A dagger of the mind, a false creation,

Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?

I see thee yet, in form as palpable

As this which now I draw.

Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going,

And such an instrument I was to use.

Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses,

Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,

And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,

Which was not so before. There’s no such thing.

It is the bloody business which informs

Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

The curtained sleep. Witchcraft celebrates

Pale Hecate’s offerings, and withered murder,

Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf,

Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,

With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design

Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear

Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,

And take the present horror from the time,

Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives.

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

Translation: Is this a dagger I see infront of me, with the handle towards my hand? Come, let me hold it. I don't have you and yet I still see you. Are you like a ghost I can see you but I cannot touch you? Or are you like a dagger created by the mind, that I hallucinated by my fevered brain? I can still see you and you look as real as the dagger I'm pulling out now. You're leading me to the place I was planning on going to and I was going to use a weapon just like that. I'm either blind or its the only sense working right. I can still see you and I now see the blood that wasn't there before. There's no dagger here. It's the murder I'm about to commit. Half the world is sleeping and being haunted by evil nightmares. Witches are offerong sacrifices to their goddess, Hecate. Old murder, having been roused by the howls of his wolf, walks quietly to his destination, moving like Tarquin; a roman prince who sneaked into a Roman wife's bedroom in the night and rapped her. I don't want anything to echo to break the silence of what I am about to do. Whild I'm here talking, Duncan lives, the more I talk the more my courage decreases. (Bell Rings) I'm going now. The murder is as good as done. The bell is telling me to do it. Don't listen to the bell Duncan, because it summons you either to heaven or hell.



Macbeth going to kill Duncan



Macbeth hallucinating the dagger

Act 1 Scene 3 Solilquy

 Old English:

(aside) Two truths are told,

As happy prologues to the swelling act

Of the imperial theme. (to ROSS and ANGUS) I thank you, gentlemen.

(aside) This supernatural soliciting

Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill,

Why hath it given me earnest of success,

Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor.

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,

Against the use of nature? Present fears

Are less than horrible imaginings.

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

Shakes so my single state of man

That function is smothered in surmise,

And nothing is but what is not.

 If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me

Without my stir

Come what come may,

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.



Translation: (To himself) so far the witches have tols me two things came true, so it looks like I will become King. (To Ross and Angus) Thank you, gentleman. (To himself) This supernatural fascination doesn't seem like a bad thing, yet it doesn't seem like a good one either. If its a bad thing why was I promised this raise which became true? I'm the thane of Cawdor now. If this is a good thing, why do I think about the horrible images which make my hair stand up and make my heart pound harder inside of me? My fears here are less threatning now then the horrible things I'm imagining. Even though its unreal yet, the thought of murdering shakes me up so much that I barely recognize myself anymore. My abilities are wrecked by my thoughs. I only care about things that don't really exist.



Witches from Macbeth

  

Macbeth becoming the Thane of Cawdor

For a Stone Girl at Sanchi ~ Gary Snyder

The author of this poem is Gary Snyder. Gary Snyder is an environmentalist which explains why a lot of his poems are about the environment. He was young when his parents divorced and lived with his mother. He was married twice and had one son. The title of this poem confuses us because a stone girl at Sanchi to us would mean a statue of a girl in Sanchi. Sanchi is a little town in India.

The first lines "half asleep on the cold grass night rain flicking the maples, under a black bowl upside-down,on a flat land, on a wobbling speck, smaller then stars, space." could mean that some one is laying on the ground, it could be the writer of this poem. We think he could be thinking, maybe day dreaming. The black bowl upside down could mean the sky as if he was looking up at the sky, from laying on a flat land. The speck could be a reference to himself, he could feel like a small speck compared the the universe that he's looking at.

The next lines "the size of a seed, hollow as a birds skull. Light flies across it-never is seen." The hollow as a birds scull could mean that it's quiet and that he can't hear anything around him. The air or area around him feels hollow and desolate. When light flies across it -never is seen could be a shooting star that he has never seen before. The feeling he has is new and exciting.

The next part of the poem "a big rock weathered funny, old tree trunks turned stone, split rocks and find clams. all that time loving;" This is showing how things have been aging or have already aged. A big rock weathered funny, old tree trunks turned stone, the objects symbolizes something in this poem. By the author using the word weathered it puts an image in your mind creating a stereotype. An old rock that has been through a lot outdoors, like storms, or like someone growing old with perhaps some wisdom.

"Two flesh persons changing, clung to door frames, notions, spear-hafts in a rubble of years." This line means that two people are changing in opposite directions, the couple could be getting farther apart from each other and they don't like that. That's why they clinging onto objects to try to pull them back to where they used to be. They want to take control over the past few years, maybe go back and change it so they could stay together. It's been rubble or broken for years.

"Touching, this dream, pops. it was real: and it lasted forever." These lines mean that the man had woken up from his dream, realizing that it was just a dream. Maybe he wished that it would come back to life, like it was in the past. He wants it to be real again, he wanted it forever.

Gary Snyder (the poet)

A Pen ~ Descriptive Paragraph

This object has a cylindrical shape, made out of a translucent plastic material. This being the main part of the object. There is black writing down the side of the pen, stating the company and type of pen. You are able to see the ink cartilage going down the centre of the object from one end to the other. There is a blue grip, which is a hollow cylinder placed over the other cylinder to place your fingers on while writing. It is positioned at the one end along with the tip of the ink cartilage and the metal point used to touch the paper and release ink. There is a removable piece that is also cylindrical with a straight rectangular stick going down the side of the cylinder and hanging off the end. This cylinder is only closed on the one end that the rectangular stick is not hanging off of. It can be placed on either end of the main piece, covering the metal tip that applies the ink to a piece of paper or on the opposite end to keep you from losing it.

The Lottery Ticket ~ Anton Chekhov (Page 198)

In the story, "The Lottery Ticket" the main character is Ivan Dmitritch. He’s a middle-class man and is used to living with little money, twelve hundred dollars a year. Ivan does not have faith in "lottery luck", and usually would never check out the numbers drawn for the winning ticket. He believe the odds of losing are higher then the odds of winning. Ivan loves his wife and just wants her to be happy, so he checks the numbers for her ticket. He finds out that the series number to the ticket is there but decides to make her wait, tormenting her and keeping her wondering if they actually won. If the lottery ticket was Ivan’s and he won he would like to buy a new property and properly furnish it. He would also like to go travelling and pay off his debts. Putting forty thousand dollars worth in the back to collect interest on it. For once in his life he would have a better life that he dreamed of, being well fed, warm and healthy. His wife agreed on the idea of an estate. Ivan seems to be selfish when it comes to how to spend his wife’s lottery ticket, and thinking she should not go along travelling with him. He puts himself before other people and seems to not care about his wife’s feelings and ideas such as when he says, "she knows nothing about money, and so she is stingy. If she won it she would give me a hundred roubles, and put the rest away under lock and key" states Ivan about his wife. The lottery ticket has came between Ivan and his wife, making them have hate feeling towards each other, even though they didn’t end up winning. They got their hopes and dreams up and will never be able to pursue them. Ivan references to killing himself at the end of the story, I think he wants to commit suicide because he got his hopes up over something he usually wouldn’t, and learning that his and his wife’s dreams are different.

Wing's Chips ~ Mavis Gallant (Page 204)

Adams Bros. That Stinkin' Deere

Cross Family. Double Cross

                                                          

Doug Ruston. Stray Voltage 



Many Friday nights all throughout the summer I spend travelling along many bumpy roads, all across Southern Ontario, stopping at 15 different locations over a course of a season. Touring in a big truck towing a fifty three foot long trailer behind it carrying two tractors a long with a crew of people, including drivers, a mechanic and family supporting them. You may wonder what I’m talking about, that is tractor pulling. Each event is totally different from the next, but some things are always the same. Some of these events have fairs with rides and all their colourful blinking lights on them but many don’t, they just have a simple food booth and the track. The roaring crowds cheering on their favourite kind of tractor from John Deere to Ford to International. The announcer repeating the same information about each tractor and its driver week after week. Yet the best thing about tractor pulling is the thick black smoke exploding from the tractor as it is departing from the starting line, towing the enormous sled behind it. The rumble from the engine over powering the noise of voices in the background. As the tractor reaches the end of the track, the crowd begins to cheer and shout. If the tractor passes three hundred and ten feet, the announcer shouts, "Full Pull" over the speakers, making the crowd gain enthusiasm.

The Boat ~ Ailstair MacLeod (Page 261)

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The Leap ~ Louise Erdrich (Page 190)

      The mother is a sightless women, and even though she cannot see, she is more cautious then the average person. She never upset anything or makes objects fall to the floor. The mother has a cat like precision, and she is kind, caring, gentle, and graceful. The mother is very wise, and has a very good sense of everything around her and where it is because she never runs into anything and is always graceful no matter what she is doing. She must concentrate a lot on what she is doing to prevent herself from being clumsy and bumping into things since she is unable to physically see everything. She put others before herself and is not afraid to take risks to help others out, such as when the tent collapsed, instead of grabbing her husbands ankle and pulling him down to the ground with her, she allowed him to swing in his own direction to safety, risking her own life. The mother is illiterate, even though she could not read and write she was a very smart lady. In the early years of the mother’s life before she went blind, she was a trapeze artist. When she retired from being a trapeze artist she did not hold onto her past, not keeping old sequined costumes or photographs.

The mother’s daughter is the narrator. Therefore when she is describing her mother to us, its described in greater detail because the daughter lives with her mother on a daily basis and can observe her mother’s actions more closely then a different character tell the story.

Connections:
I can relate to this story because my aunt lost her house in a house fire. In the story the mother was able to save her child from the fire by climbing up the tree and going in through the window. My cousin was in her room sleeping when the fire started. The rest of her family  was able to escape, but could not get to her. She did not come out on her own, and when the fire deparment went into find her room to try and rescue her, they were unable to find her. It turns out that she had went into her closet. I may have not met this cousin, but I wish I would of had the chance to. All the stories I am told about her, she seems great. My grandpa on my dad's side also passed away in a fire, I am unsure as of what happened.

About Me

Me and my donkey, Joker

I was born on December. 14,1995 in London, Ontario. I have lived in many different houses since I’ve been born, but I was always able to attend the same school. I lived on a farm for many of my childhood years, where I had a donkey named, Joker. It was all I wanted for Christmas when I was four. We also had a sheep that I named, Sheila and some cows. I now live just outside of Goderich with my mom, step dad and younger brother where my grandpa lived originally and ran the family used car dealership and repair shop. Now my step dad has taken it over and kept the business going.

I think of myself as being; shy, responsible, caring, dedicated, easy going, and sensitive. I think that I have a sense of humour. A lot of people say I always appear to be happy and smiling. I get told that I’m nice and very easy to talk to. I like helping people with their problems and making them feel better. I usually put other people before myself.



My family with my step dad's tractor

Some of the stuff I like to do for fun is going camping with family and friends, going to tractor pulls all across Southern Ontario to watch my step dad compete against many other fellow tractor pullers. I enjoy hanging out with friends on weekends or when I have some spare time, not doing homework or babysitting. I am close with my family especially my one aunt and cousin, we get together for more things then just family events and birthdays.

Me, Dakota (brother), Kassie (cousin)

This December is a very eventful month for me because I will be turning 16 and can get my G1. Christmas also takes place in this month, usually spent at home with family and friends but this year for Christmas my brother and I will not receive any presents because we are going to Cuba. I no other people who have been to Cuba, along with my parents they have previously been there. I am very excited to go because the farthest I’ve been out of Canada is Nashville, Tennessee. I had the opportunity to go to Nashville when I was thirteen. We went on a tour that showed us the location of the stars homes, many different museums, as well as Cooter’s Garage. We went to the Grand Ole Opry and saw Carrie Underwood along with some other artists. When we were there I never had the chance to meet one of the stars that live in Nashville.

My cousin and I with High Valley

I like listening to music to fall asleep at night, or when I’m studying for upcoming tests and exams. My favourite genre of music is country, but I listen to a variety of genres of music. Some of my favourite country artists are; Taylor Swift, Jason Aldean, Tim McGraw, and Darius Rucker. I am attending a Down with Webster concert on Thursday night, and I like going to Music in the Fields each year with a variety of country artist each year, that is held in Lucknow, Ontario.I have seen High Valley in concert with Emerson Drive. I like watching Pretty Little Liars, Gossip Girl, and Heartland, these shows are all a little different from each other in the kind of story it tells but I enjoy watching them all. I am not a big fan of reading, but if I find a good book that I’m interested in then I don’t mind reading. I read the required materials for school, but outside of school I do not read that much, I prefer to be doing other things.

For this class I would like to achieve a mark of eighty three percent because I think this seems like a reasonable goal considering my past marks. Since I am getting in the higher grades of high school I want to make sure I keep my marks up so it looks better on my record. I have a habit of procrastinating doing my homework til the last minute or waiting to study for tests til the night before. I am going to try my best to stop doing this and do all my work to its full potential.