You all probably know this situation; you just came home from an exhausting day at school, and all you wanna do is lay down on the sofa with a chilled coke and a bag of chips, watching your favorite tv-show. But there's no time. You have to start making shitloads of homework, eventhough you've spent your whole day at school.
You open your diary to see what you gotta do, and your jaw drops by seeing the endless amount of homework.
Doesn't this suck? I know it does! So join me, and get homework banned!
I KNOW you all want the same thing as I do, and if we gather our powers, I know we can do it. We can get homework banned, we can get out spare time bag! We can do it, I know we can.
dinsdag 6 september 2011
maandag 5 september 2011
American Civil Liberties Union Poster
The ACLU created this poster to stop discrimination.
At first I had no idea who the man on the right, Charles Manson, was. When I heard about his criminal background, I was shocked by the fact that police officers would rather stop a black-coloured, good person, than a white, criminal with a sick mind. Of course I knew that people discriminize, but I thought the police and government wouldn't lower themselves to that level. Now I see that a was very naïve thought of me.
This advertisement is persuave, examples of this are; 'must be fought' and 'help us defend your rights'. But honestly I don't think there's anything we could do to stop this, it will al-ways be an huge issue on this planet, as long as there are different rases.
zaterdag 3 september 2011
This place, that place. Analysis.
Analysis
My first impression was that it looked strange, and difficult. I didn't really understand it. I think it was difficult, or challeging, because I had no idea what it meant.
The green colours are very bright, opposite to the dark, brown colours on the other side. The letters in the green side stand out quite a bit, but with the brown background, the words fade away a little.
It's funny how different words can sound the same and how you can play with letters.
I don't really understand the meaning of this, but I think it's interesting to see how you can use different letters, to create the exact same sound.
After knowing the fact that Kiran was born in India, I think the picture on the right must be a big city in India. Everything is a bit dirty and poor-ish, it looks like a slum. And the left picture is the countryside, it could be everywhere in the world
maandag 21 maart 2011
Analysis of Disabled, by Wilfred Owen.
DISABLED:
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
5 Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,
10 — In the old times, before he threw away his knees.
Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,
All of them touch him like some queer disease.
There was an artist silly for his face,
15 For it was younger than his youth, last year.
Now he is old; his back will never brace;
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,
And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race,
20 And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.
One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg,
After the matches carried shoulder-high.
It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,
He thought he'd better join. He wonders why . . .
25 Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.
That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,
Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,
He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;
Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years.
Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears
Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.
Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits
Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.
Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes,
40 And do what things the rules consider wise,
And take whatever pity they may dole.
To-night he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don't they come
45 And put him into bed? Why don't they come?
ANALYSIS
The words, “dark”, “shivered”, “ghastly” and “grey” (1st paragraph) give this poem a very sad, and negative tone. This is the opposite of the 2nd paragraph, where “Town used to swing so gay” and “glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees”, are used to make it sound a little happy and romantic. It seems to suggest that the days of youth and happiness are nothing more than distant memories to him, gone forever.
The soldier is scared that no woman will fall in love with him; 'Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands.'
The 4th paragraph goes back to the past, when the soldier was a young, healthy soccer play. It says that 'One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg', which means that he was proud when he was wounded during a soccer game, and it made him popular, and feeling tough. But he hates the wounds he gained during the war, he is not proud of them. he feels like a total outcast, espacially by women.
The soldier joined the army at the age of 19, which was quit young.
In the 5th paragraph Owen described how the soldier thought the war would be like; he was very (too) optimistic and naive. the sentence 'of fear came yet' states that he would fear when he would actually be there, but that the soldier didn't expect to fear.
This paragraph also says that he was waved goodbye with loud cheering, because he was so brave.
The last paragraph comes back to the present. This paragraph is negative again, by using sentences like 'he will spend a few sick years in Institutes.' Again he feels sad about the fact that women don't feel attrackted to him anymore.
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
5 Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,
10 — In the old times, before he threw away his knees.
Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,
All of them touch him like some queer disease.
There was an artist silly for his face,
15 For it was younger than his youth, last year.
Now he is old; his back will never brace;
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,
And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race,
20 And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.
One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg,
After the matches carried shoulder-high.
It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,
He thought he'd better join. He wonders why . . .
25 Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.
That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,
Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,
He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;
Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years.
Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears
Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.
Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits
Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.
Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes,
40 And do what things the rules consider wise,
And take whatever pity they may dole.
To-night he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don't they come
45 And put him into bed? Why don't they come?
ANALYSIS
The words, “dark”, “shivered”, “ghastly” and “grey” (1st paragraph) give this poem a very sad, and negative tone. This is the opposite of the 2nd paragraph, where “Town used to swing so gay” and “glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees”, are used to make it sound a little happy and romantic. It seems to suggest that the days of youth and happiness are nothing more than distant memories to him, gone forever.
The soldier is scared that no woman will fall in love with him; 'Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands.'
The 4th paragraph goes back to the past, when the soldier was a young, healthy soccer play. It says that 'One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg', which means that he was proud when he was wounded during a soccer game, and it made him popular, and feeling tough. But he hates the wounds he gained during the war, he is not proud of them. he feels like a total outcast, espacially by women.
The soldier joined the army at the age of 19, which was quit young.
In the 5th paragraph Owen described how the soldier thought the war would be like; he was very (too) optimistic and naive. the sentence 'of fear came yet' states that he would fear when he would actually be there, but that the soldier didn't expect to fear.
This paragraph also says that he was waved goodbye with loud cheering, because he was so brave.
The last paragraph comes back to the present. This paragraph is negative again, by using sentences like 'he will spend a few sick years in Institutes.' Again he feels sad about the fact that women don't feel attrackted to him anymore.
zaterdag 19 maart 2011
Analyzing an advertisement
This is an ad by DKNY, for their fragrance for women, named Be Delicious.
Target Audience; Women/Girls who like to wear parfume.
Topic: A new fragrance for women
Theme: Parfume
Informative.
Propaganda techniques: The logo of DKNY is on the bottom of the ad, in the middle. There's no slogan or something like that. They used a very pretty model, which makes girls/women want to look alike.
Language Use: There's not much language in this ad. It states the name of the product (Be Delicious), a little explanation of the product (the fragrance for women.), and the advertiser (DKNY, Donna Karan New york)
They use a very big photograph, which takes up the whole ad. The model is wearing neutral colours, which makes the green of the apples stand out. Also the name of the parfume, and the advertiser stand out due to the use of colour.
The bottle of parfume is placed as much to the foreground as possible, which makes you notice it. It also stands out because of the silver colour. In this silver part, you can see some skyscrapers, which New York is famour for. (The brand is Donna Karan NEW YORK red.)
vrijdag 4 maart 2011
Analysis of Toyota advertisement.
This is an ad published by Toyota. Many bright colours have been used in this ad.
The child is laying in a pink plant, in a fetal position. It looks a lot like an unborn child in the belly of his/her mother, which is probably because it gives us a safe feeling.
The words zero emissions stand out because the letters are white, against a darker background. And those words are what the advertisement is about.
Analysis of Dolce et Decorum est, by Wilfred Owen.
Dolce et Decorum est:
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares(2) we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest(3) began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots(4)
Of tired, outstripped(5) Five-Nines(6) that dropped behind.
Gas!(7) Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets(8) just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime(9) . . .
Dim, through the misty panes(10) and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering,(11) choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud(12)
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest(13)
To children ardent(14) for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.(15)
Analysis:
Wilfred Owen used a lot of words describing exactly what he sees, in such a way that you feel like you were there yourselve. He describes the scene, the soldiers, and the actions very well. He tells us about a man who's choking due to a gas explosion, and uses a typical kind of words, which makes it sound realy painful. (Which ofcourse it was!)
He uses words like;
'He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.'
'His hanging face.'
He even compares him to a devil's sick of sin.
He tells us about the sound of the man choking, using the following words;
'The blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud.' This sounds so horrible!
At the end of the poem he says that it's NOT a good thing to die for your country, if you have to die like the described soldier.
I think the poem is very sad.
Wilfred Owen uses a very obvious rhyme scheme, which makes it sound very pretty.
Rhyme scheme; ababcdcd and so on.
He also used a little bit of alliteration.
Examples;
Knock-kneed.
Men marched asleep, many had lost their boots.
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace.
I think this poem is very 'inspiring'. (I don't know the good word for it) But it describes everything so detailed, and it makes me kind of sad. I think it was the poems intension to make us feel sad, and to agree on his last sentences.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares(2) we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest(3) began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots(4)
Of tired, outstripped(5) Five-Nines(6) that dropped behind.
Gas!(7) Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets(8) just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime(9) . . .
Dim, through the misty panes(10) and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering,(11) choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud(12)
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest(13)
To children ardent(14) for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.(15)
Analysis:
Wilfred Owen used a lot of words describing exactly what he sees, in such a way that you feel like you were there yourselve. He describes the scene, the soldiers, and the actions very well. He tells us about a man who's choking due to a gas explosion, and uses a typical kind of words, which makes it sound realy painful. (Which ofcourse it was!)
He uses words like;
'He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.'
'His hanging face.'
He even compares him to a devil's sick of sin.
He tells us about the sound of the man choking, using the following words;
'The blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud.' This sounds so horrible!
At the end of the poem he says that it's NOT a good thing to die for your country, if you have to die like the described soldier.
I think the poem is very sad.
Wilfred Owen uses a very obvious rhyme scheme, which makes it sound very pretty.
Rhyme scheme; ababcdcd and so on.
He also used a little bit of alliteration.
Examples;
Knock-kneed.
Men marched asleep, many had lost their boots.
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace.
I think this poem is very 'inspiring'. (I don't know the good word for it) But it describes everything so detailed, and it makes me kind of sad. I think it was the poems intension to make us feel sad, and to agree on his last sentences.
vrijdag 18 februari 2011
What is the target audience?
Greenpeace ad
Target audience; Shopping people, who love animals
Why; This bag is given to you when you buy something, and it shows cute animals, who need your help. If you don't give a damn about animals, it doesn't mean anything to you.
And the bag actually looks quit funny, because it looks like your realy holding the hand of a monkey or a bear.:)
Target audience; everybody
Why; because it tells us that everybody who doesn't smoke, will live longer. It tells smokers to stop, and nonsmokers to keep on not smoking.
Target audience: Straight men, who wear deoderant.
Why: It shows a man, with girls chasing him because he smells so nice. Every straight man dreams of this.
Target audience: People who use mobile phones and like music. So probably both genders aged between 10 and 50
Why: It showes all mobile phones, and samsung is a mobile phone brand. The slogan is express your musical side, and the phones are in a symbol of metal music.
Target audience: Both genders, 18+
Why: It's an ad about a very sharp knife, so for men and women. I think most children younger that 18 don't cook, so they won't bother buying a knife.
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Greenpeace ad
Target audience; Shopping people, who love animals
Why; This bag is given to you when you buy something, and it shows cute animals, who need your help. If you don't give a damn about animals, it doesn't mean anything to you.
And the bag actually looks quit funny, because it looks like your realy holding the hand of a monkey or a bear.:)
Target audience; everybody
Why; because it tells us that everybody who doesn't smoke, will live longer. It tells smokers to stop, and nonsmokers to keep on not smoking.
Target audience: Straight men, who wear deoderant.
Why: It shows a man, with girls chasing him because he smells so nice. Every straight man dreams of this.
Target audience: People who use mobile phones and like music. So probably both genders aged between 10 and 50
Why: It showes all mobile phones, and samsung is a mobile phone brand. The slogan is express your musical side, and the phones are in a symbol of metal music.
Target audience: Both genders, 18+Why: It's an ad about a very sharp knife, so for men and women. I think most children younger that 18 don't cook, so they won't bother buying a knife.
Is the role of social media overrated?
In English Class today, we had a little discussion about the role of social media in our lives. The statement was; The role of social media is grossly overrated.
Everybody disagreed with the statement, because social media is global, cheap(free), ubiqutous, and easy accessable for everybody.
Nowdays people use social media to communicate with each other, but also to get to know new people, to learn from each other, the give their oppinion, or follow their idol.
Many 'famous' people also use social media, like twitter, and they can reach a lot of people. Earlier, Youp van het Hek, (Dutch comedian red.) posted a tweet about how scandalous the customersupport of T-mobile was. This became big news in the Netherlands, because so many people read about this on twitter.
And this is just one example.
Another example on the influence on social media; In 2008, there was an earthquake in China, but the Chinese parliament didn't tell this. Chinese citizens posted tweets about the earthquake on twitter, so the whole world knew about it.
So now you know, that social media has A LOT of influence on us.
Everybody disagreed with the statement, because social media is global, cheap(free), ubiqutous, and easy accessable for everybody.
Nowdays people use social media to communicate with each other, but also to get to know new people, to learn from each other, the give their oppinion, or follow their idol.
Many 'famous' people also use social media, like twitter, and they can reach a lot of people. Earlier, Youp van het Hek, (Dutch comedian red.) posted a tweet about how scandalous the customersupport of T-mobile was. This became big news in the Netherlands, because so many people read about this on twitter.
And this is just one example.
Another example on the influence on social media; In 2008, there was an earthquake in China, but the Chinese parliament didn't tell this. Chinese citizens posted tweets about the earthquake on twitter, so the whole world knew about it.
So now you know, that social media has A LOT of influence on us.
dinsdag 15 februari 2011
Written Task Lord Of The Flies
Expedition Raplhinson
I’m a huge fan of the TV show called Expedition Robinson. I just love to watch how people have to survive on an uninhibited island, starving due to the lack of food, and having sleepless nights due to all the disgusting bugs. But not for even a billion dollars, I’d participate voluntarily.
But sometimes you don’t have a choice; you just have to survive on an island.
And the boy next door, knows all about it.
I remember the day he rang my doorbell, talking overly excited about the school trip he’d be making. About where they’d be going and about how scared he was about flying with an airplane for the first time in his life. Yes, he told me all about it. But he came back a few weeks later than expected; the airplane crashed, on an uninhibited island, and Ralph was one of the very few survivors.
Together with some other schoolboys they managed to survive for a few weeks on an island, without any adult supervision.
When Ralph was save at home, he rang my doorbell again, and asked whether he might come in to tell me all about it. Off course I said yes, because I wouldn’t be me, if I didn’t want to hear every detail, just to be able to tell my friends about it.
He started his story with telling me about the plane crash, which made me terrified for flying.
He talked about how he found his friend Piggy, and how they blew on a shell, in order to find the other survivors. He continued his story; They thought that choosing a leader, would make it easier. The kids doubted between Ralph and Jack, but they picked Ralph. He thought that making a fire would increase their chance of being saved, but while making the fire, one of the boys died. The little ones, dreamed about a snake, which made them cry at night. Ralph tried to convince them that there was no such thing on the island, but Jack became obsessed. Slowly, Jack started to revolt against Ralph, because Jack thought hunting was more important than houses, while Ralph thought the opposite. Jack started his own camp, together with his followers. More and more people started to join Jacks camp, because there was more food. Which left four older boys on Ralphs camp. The big advantage these boys had, were Piggy’s glasses, but Jack stole these, which caused the fire to stop burning. Jacks group started to act like wild beasts, and killed Simon. Two of Ralphs boys were forced to join Jack, which only left Piggy and Ralph. Jack wanted them to join him, or die. When Ralph wanted to get back the glasses, Piggy got crushed by a rock, and drowned. Now Ralph was by himself, andJack wanted to kill him. Jack decided to set the whole jungle on fire, in order to find Ralph, who was hiding . But a ship saw the fire, and turned to the island, and the boys were saved!
When Ralph finished his story, I looked at him in disbelief and I was like; O my Gucci! My children never, EVER, get to go on a school trip by plane.
Rationale Lord Of The Flies
At First, I wanted to write a film script, because I thought it would be a very creative way to reflect my knowledge of the novel. But when I started writing, I found it impossible, due to the limit on the amount of words.
Then I started thinking which different text type I could use, and my first thought was a diary fragment, written by Ralph on the day he got home. But I was unable to describe how he would feel, because I think there are no words to describe how happy he must have been.
And my second thought was to write a column, and when I was watching Expedition Robinson, I came up with the title; Expedition Ralphinson.
Then I had to decide for which magazine, for what kind of audience, and with what kind of language I would write it.
I wanted to write it for a magazine which addresses to women, aged +/- 18 till 50, and is about fashion and gossip etc. So I picked the magazine Beau Monde.
In a column, a columnist tells us about what they encounter during their daily life, funny anecdotes, and about their personal oppinion about current issues, using informal language. So this is what I had to do too.
Now I had to think of a way to include my knowledge of the novel Lord of the Flies. Of course it should be someone who tells the story, because I don’t think one of the little children, who play part in the story, would be a columnist.
I wanted to tell Ralph’s story, because I think he plays the most important role in the book, and so I thought of a way to tell his story; a neighbour.
Thus; the columnist is Ralph’s neighbour, who he told the story to.
I used informal language. For example;
‘O my Gucci! My children never, EVER, get to go on a school trip by plane.’
‘ Off course I said yes, because I wouldn’t be me, if I didn’t want to hear every detail, just to be able to tell my friends about it. ‘
I talked about something that has happened to me, or someone I know.
‘I remember the day he rang my doorbell, talking overly excited about the school trip he’d be making. About where they’d be going and about how scared he was about flying with an airplane for the first time in his life. Yes, he told me all about it. But he came back a few weeks later than expected; the airplane crashed, on an uninhibited island, and Ralph was one of the very few survivors.’
And told my personal oppinion.
‘When Ralph finished his story, I looked at him in disbelief and I was like; O my Gucci! My children never, EVER, get to go on a school trip by plane. ‘
I hope I did a good job.
Response to Phileas Fogg
This Phileas Fogg was about the First World War. I enjoyed it much more, than in 2nd grade, and we also learned more.
Before we did this, I never realy thought about how fighting in the war would be like. I honestly never thought about it all. But this opened my eyes, and made me realize how it would have been for the soldiers. They want to war, not at all knowing what it would be like.
Due to this Phileas Fogg, I realy feel sorry for all the soldiers who died, fighting this war, and for their friends and family.
The thing that shocked me the most, was almost at the end. They told us that 1 man was left, standing. And that he was Adolf Hitler. When I heared about all the horrors of the war, I don't understand how he could start a new one. He knew what it would be like!
Before we did this, I never realy thought about how fighting in the war would be like. I honestly never thought about it all. But this opened my eyes, and made me realize how it would have been for the soldiers. They want to war, not at all knowing what it would be like.
Due to this Phileas Fogg, I realy feel sorry for all the soldiers who died, fighting this war, and for their friends and family.
The thing that shocked me the most, was almost at the end. They told us that 1 man was left, standing. And that he was Adolf Hitler. When I heared about all the horrors of the war, I don't understand how he could start a new one. He knew what it would be like!
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