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My 4th Close analysis for the term the one which was due on the 7th of September :)

My Second Close Analysis which i could not get to whilst my laptop cord broke cause the battery ran out Jacq, have I given you feedback on this??? 1251977794 no not yet i dont think 1252109466

close analysis hamlet & ophelia Great work Jacqui!! Here's the corrected version

__The Slacker's Soliloquy__
To slack, or not to slack, that is the question; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The zeros and low marks of outrageous assignments, Or to take pens against a sea of compositions, And by opposing, finish them. To work; to accomplish, No more, and by accomplishment to say we end The workload, and the thousand essays That students are heirs to; 'tis a dream Devoutly to be wish'd. To work, to accomplish; To accomplish; perchance to succeed; ay, there's the rub; For in that accomplishment of work what mark may come, When we have submitted this completed piece, Must give us pause; there's the respect That makes calamity of so long a school career. By: Enoch Tung

__The Worker's (perhaps Teacher?) Soliloquy__
To work, or not to work, that is the question: Whether it is better to stay at home with the television, Munching on chips and gulping on root beer, Or continue with the ever troublesome job, An by opposing, get fired. To eat, to watch, No more, and by working hard, we will earn that Pleasing, satisfying, all-good paycheck That will be spent in less than a week Devoutly to all of the personal needs and wants. To eat, to watch; To watch; the minutes ticking before racing out of the house; ay, I am late; Many insolent words from the Boss, not to be delayed again, For who could endure the yells and screams of the little rascals, The numerous demands from co-workers, Aches and pains of marking hundreds of papers, cross and swoosh? And that desperate grumble in my stomach, will finally met, When the tasks have been completed, only one place left to go, Which is my sweet home, where dinner will be waiting, television will be on. With this tremendous day finally over, Another will soon arrive.

**//__Scene 1 Act 2 Close Aanalysis Due on Thursday 13th August__//**




 * //__My Close analysis of ' Nicholas, One Year Old'__//**

‘For Nicholas, One year Old’ a very expressive poem written by Jennifer Strauss. A poem of a mothers struggle between the world’s expectations and her expectations of how her baby boy will grow and develop. The first impressions of the poem is a typical breakfast table after the family has shared there meal together. It seems rather light hearted until a rapid change of tone in line seven when Strauss describes the paper as ‘bloody and basterdy’ this use of alliteration brings a dramatic change to the mood of the poem from light hearted to stern. the next four lines in italics as it is showing the change of tone and talking of ‘starved bellies swell’ that there are people dying. This shows the reader the horrible ways of the world, the faults of the worlds which still exist and the fear of a mother to bring her child into such a heavily burdened world. Strauss shows another change of mood of the poem by using words such as ‘savagely, thrust and flee’ to highlight to her readers how angry and upset she was about the world events, ‘ I bundle up the rubbish savagely, flee towards your comfort’ that Nicholas was her escape from reality. Nicholas is a small baby which represents purity a human which is innocent, something that the world has not tampered with. Strauss describes the ‘perfect’ world her son is experiencing ‘golden horses dancing at the window’ this gives the reader the view that the life of a small child is so wonderful that you would not want anything to happen to this child which is having such a wonderful life. At the end of the poem Nicholas’s life is described as an ‘eggshell’ meaning that it is very fragile and the mood is changed from happy to serious in the last sentence ‘Dark in the pulsing of your blood, I hear the jackboots thud the wild world over’.

MY CLOSE ANALYSIS/ ESSAY :) The Autobiographical nature of ‘Bypass’ as shown in these three passages uses Michael McGirr’s personal experiences and reflections to highlight to his readers the views and values he has in life. One very important view which is represented within the novel is that life is full of new beginnings good and bad. McGirr draws close attention to his past career as a Jesuit priest. McGirr tells us that during this time he was “asked to speak on issues, normally ones which I knew much less than I thought I did, on the radio and in the papers”. As his career went on McGirr started to believe that “I was important because of the work I did”. McGirr explains that this is not what he wanted and was afraid of this situation. As a priest this did not represent God’s disciples as in a way McGirr was putting himself before his work for God. This is a view which McGirr brings forth and a reason why he had to leave his life as a Jesuit priest. Another reason was McGirr started to feel lonely, his career allowed him to feel as though he did not belong. “I belonged nowhere because I belonged everywhere. I lived on the road.” As McGirr was constantly travelling around town “One day I may be doing a talk on one side of town, and the next day saying a Wedding or Mass on the other side”. This gave McGirr no time to establish and close relationships with someone such as a future partner. McGirr leaves the Jesuit Priesthood and moves on for a new beginning but soon discovers that he missed his title as ‘father’

“But one of the things which surprised me the most when I stopped working as a priest was that I missed my title. I used to be called father”. This shows that McGirr felt a sense of belonging to the title a sense of leadership and a role model. Something which was lacking in his life that he was unable to be a role model for anyone as he did not have a family as such. As McGirr highlights that ‘the road has no respect for a persons status’ when stripped from his title he went to become no one which felt odd as “I could count on running into people I knew anywhere’ Even though McGirr went to the extremity of looking up on the internet to find out how much it would cost to get the title doctor put next to his name to impress his family and friends. McGirr moves on from that stage as he discovers that only other people can give you your name in meaning that he relied on the calling of someone else as it’s the people around you who define who you are. McGirr moves on to explain that you should enjoy your limitations.

“The road can go in two directions at once, maybe more. But the rest of us can only go in one...We are enriched by what we can’t do and even more by what we chose not to do’. By McGirr saying this it shows how in life we often envy the life of which consists of the things we can not do especially for McGirr as being a Jesuit priest was unable to marry or have an intimate relationship with someone. And also the life which consists of the choices we didn’t make. But we only can take one road being the correct one or not but we can enjoy and learn from that road and enjoy our limitations. So McGirr packed his bags and left to Gunning a place for a new beginning and started his Journey from Sydney to Melbourne on his push bike. McGirr addresses that “anyone can ride a bike from Sydney to Melbourne on their own. But it’s impossible to squeeze the pimple from the middle of your back without help...That if we could do everything we would not need people and we wouldn’t need a road”. McGirr addresses this view as he highlights that we are human not God, and we need others in our lives, the reason why McGirr believes it’s important to leave his role as a Jesuit priest and embark on a new beginning.

Throughout all three extracts McGirr shows us that even though new beginnings can be difficult they are the choices we make right or wrong we learn from them and as we can only travel on the one road, so we may as well enjoy it. Through all of the extracts McGirr uses his personal experiences and reflections on his views and values on the embarking journey of a new beginning.


 * //__Jacqui's 3 Favourite Songs !!!!__// **

Somewhere Over the rainbow- Judy Garland Out Of the blue - Delta Goodrem What the World needs now - Burt Bacharach. (I love this song. I nearly put in the Tom Clay version)
 * SHOULD HAVE !! LOL the tom clay version is THAT GOOD makes me cry everytime :P**

Thanks Jacq!

__**//Poem for Ms Peel :)//**__
As the journey of life unfolds, We discover that we are the ones who create what the future holds.

It’s as though we are travelling along an adventurous road, The road which takes us through every mode.

If you go to fast, Before you know it your youth will be in the past.

We need to learn how to love, And to lift someone above.

We need to share, The knowledge and lessons which life throws our way when we are unprepared.

So that we can chortle, And be reminded that we are just mortal.

We need to take a step back, And forget the things our life may lack.

Stand and look around, At the family and friends which surround.

As one day the journey will come to a bend, And life will be at an end.

Victor and the creature’s relationship is very isolated. Victor is very self centred and hates the fact that he created such a wretched monster. Victor is repelled by the monsters looks and demeanour. As Victor is so caught up in his losses he does not understand the creature’s needs. The creature needs more than life to be able to live he needs love, parents and a relationship with someone who will care for him as the creature sees this is how humans survive. The creature describes how the bleak skies are kinder to him than any human being. This is why the creature begs Victor to create him a mate someone to share life with. Victor will not consider the monster as a human he uses such words as devil and demon to describe it. The only way that the creature learns to explain his feelings of loneliness and rejection to Victor is by killing the one Victor loved most Elizabeth. Victor is so caught up in his selfishness and this is what leads him to death. He was never brave enough to care or look after his very own creation.
 * Frankenstein’s and ‘Wretchy’s’ Relationship**

My Ethnic Race Story (will also print :D )

It seems like just yesterday I saw her face. Her stunning blue eyes, her lips pale pink so soft, long flowing golden hair and a smile which made my heart beat oh so much faster. She did not have a name for she was a Seraph that’s what her type was called. A beautiful race which has been in hiding for thousands of years. But before I get ahead of myself and dwell on her for pages let me tell you how I came to meet this beautiful lady.

She found me in the midst of my troubles I was stumbling home a bitter winter’s night from the pub again with nothing but what I was wearing on my back. I’d just spent my week’s wages of mining of coal on grog. I felt miserable going back to my three kids with nothing again, their disappointed faces was something I could not bare to see again. Rose 12, Henry just 8 and little Martha at just 3 years of age. I was thinking of Mary she was my lady the one who had stood by me through everything and now I was alone. Cancer it was that took her away from me they say that it was terminal that she only had 10 months to live, she only lasted nine the drugs saw her out, it was too much for her small fragile body. My life seemed pointless without her in it her last words dwelled in me ‘I’ll always love you’. I stumbled towards the edge of the town’s bridge I peered below me I thought to myself ‘would be a bloody bad fall no one would make it alive if they fell off here’ At that exact moment I felt an urge to jump, why? I’m still not exactly sure, I felt so lonely I felt as though my purpose in life was non existent now Mary was gone. I heard a car coming my way and for some reason out of desperation I jumped.

A bright light enchanted my eyes, was I in heaven? I opened them to find it was car head lights. Had I never jumped? Had the car hit me instead? Then her angelic face appeared with her eyes glistening in the light of the head lights. She was speaking words I had never heard of. Her words were so soft they sounded French but then I had not heard any French since Mary was taking French classes so she could speak to the nobility who were crossing over to us to come live here. She gestured me to sit up, I did as she wanted. I sat up to find myself at the side of the riverbank blood gushing from my head, my legs were bleeding, gashed and then an excruciating pain overwhelmed my body. It didn’t take very long until the tears were rolling from my eyes. This lady whom I had never met started to bandage my legs and she whispered ‘Are you French?’ ‘No’ I quickly and angrily replied. Quicker than I had initially expected usually I would ponder on my words for a moment, think about the question I mean I hated the French always have. We Englishmen were not impressed with them intruding our country taking our jobs, women and goods all because their monarchy was ‘up the creek’. She then apologised ‘Sorry sir, my mistake’ she continued to clean my wounds and bandage them. I was so confused at this point I figured I must have been in heaven or something. When she finished she smiled and asked me to tell her why I jumped off the bridge. Maybe I had jumped ‘I don’t really remember much’ I said. She stared at me as though I had just told the biggest un-believable lie which I had lied but that wasn’t that that un-believable was it? She asked again ‘why did you jump off the bridge?’ I took time to answer this question ‘because I can’t live without my wife’ She nodded and explained ‘that’s better’. I really wanted to ask why she was here. Who was she? When she disappeared. I didn’t get it why just leave with no name, no address no goodbyes.

I staggered up and quickly made my way home I had to get some water into me and maybe a good nights sleep and figure out the rest in the morning I was so confused and lost. I was just up the hill and there she was again calling me ‘sir, sir’ she had a horse and cart waiting for me. I approached her little un-easily and yelled out ‘WHY?’ she simply did not reply, she almost seemed to have of ignored me. When I was standing three feet away she prompted me to get in the cart. And off we went into the nights mysterious.

Rosie little Rosie was standing at the front door when we reached home she was sobbing and as she stood their shaking holding her teddy screaming ‘daddy, daddy, daddy’ I jumped out of the cart and ran towards her she was howling and soon more feet scattered to the door Henry and Martha joined also both full of tears. Finally Henry grew enough words ‘daddy never leave us again’ Rose added ‘I thought you were dead or something. Martha hasn’t slept for hours’ the lump in my throat exploded a howl begun, a sorrow which could only be heard from that of a loving father. I stood there for minutes and held my children.

As I turned my head I could see her standing beside the old oak tree just in a plain off-white long dress which had blue flowers embroidered onto the torso area, long sleeves and a frilled collar. I kissed the children goodnight and they ran inside. I walked over to her ‘May I ask your name madam?’ she softly replied ‘for I don’t have a name I am a Seraph’ she walked closer to me the moonlight revealed her delicate fine blond hair and fair complexion. ‘A Seraph?’ I replied

‘Yes a Seraph’

‘Pardon me but what is that my lady?’

‘Someone who was created to protect, guard, guide and support mankind. I am no different to you, I was born of man and I am human but my calling in life is to protect humans which are in desperate need. How I know when someone is in danger I am not quite sure but I know that my gut instinct tells me that something is not correct and the starts guide me to the situation ’

‘How many of you are there?’

‘Thousands, we have existed for many thousands of years we try to help everyone and give them a new perspective of this miracle of life and let them know how dearly loved and needed they are within this world’

‘How will I ever thankyou?’

‘Please you must not do that, but you must never speak of me for we do not want to be found.’

‘I will never speak a word to anyone’

‘And one last thing, you must never leave your children like that again they need you just as much as you needed Mary, you are their one and only hope’.

And with that she has gone. That’s when I knew my life had been changed by a Seraph.