Monday - I'd like the class to talk about the novel. Things to discuss: the ending. What is going on with it? How does it reinforce meaning/themes? Why leave the characters where they are? Also, what is up with the geography of the book? Desert, villa, oasis how do they all relate? What about love, betrayal? How does one fall in love according to the book? What is the ultimate betrayal? What is going on with the ideas of nations and/or people who are nationless? The English Patient is not English - is this important? How is the book structured? How does the structure reinforce the main ideas?
It's very possible that you could get an AP question about geography or some object or place in the book acting as a symbol to be connected with a larger theme. Of course, I could be completely wrong. I do hope you get something on character, but who knows.
Tuesday - Test on Novel
Wednesday - Prose question (from 2016)
Thursday - Poetry question
FRIDAY. Poetry review.
(note the questions for Tuesday - Thursday will be in your email)
Here is the poem and prompt for Thursday
2016 Poem: “The Juggler” (Richard Wilbur) Prompt: Read carefully the following poem by Richard Wilbur, first published in 1949. Then, write an essay in which you analyze how the speaker describes the juggler and what that description reveals about the speaker. You may wish to consider poetic elements such as imagery, figurative language, and tone.
THE JUGGLERA ball will bounce; but less and less. It's not
A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience.
Falling is what it loves, and the earth falls
So in our hearts from brilliance,
Settles and is forgot.
It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls
To shake our gravity up. Whee, in the air
The balls roll around, wheel on his wheeling hands,
Learning the ways of lightness, alter to spheres
Grazing his finger ends,
Cling to their courses there,
Swinging a small heaven about his ears.
But a heaven is easier made of nothing at all
Than the earth regained, and still and sole within
The spin of worlds, with a gesture sure and noble
He reels that heaven in,
Landing it ball by ball,
And trades it all for a broom, a plate, a table.
Oh, on his toe the table is turning, the broom's
Balancing up on his nose, and the plate whirls
On the tip of the broom! Damn, what a show, we cry:
The boys stamp, and the girls
Shriek, and the drum booms
And all come down, and he bows and says good-bye.
If the juggler is tired now, if the broom stands
In the dust again, if the table starts to drop
Through the daily dark again, and though the plate
Lies flat on the table top,
For him we batter our hands
Who has won for once over the world's weight.