[I found the following sheet used as a bookmark in Vol. 5 of a collection of Friedrich von Schiller’s plays on one of our bookshelves, where it has lain unmolested for several decades. Bad scholar: I don’t think I’ve read any Schiller.]
STUDENT INVOLVEMENT ACTIVITY
For this activity, you will write a travel brochure – the part that you were assigned to read – about the places Gulliver visits in Gulliver’s Travels. Your brochure will be used to give prospective tourist a preview of an exciting vacation spot and to persuade them to visit there.
You will introduce the brochure with a 650 to 750-word summary of the places Gulliver visited. The summary will include descriptions of the geographical locations, the local inhabitants and their physical characteristics, occupations of the inhabitants, systems of government, dining, other activities, and best methods of transportation to get there and back.
Use pictures or drawings to illustrate the topics in your summary, and write comments below them to make the topics sound appealing. *minimum 10; maximum 15
**Remember: you want to persuade people to vacation in this wonderful place. Use vivid and enticing language.
[You know, an assignment like this just might have made me enjoy school for a couple days.]
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tune: a spiritual, “Going home to see my mother”
Going home to see my mother
Cuz home is where my mother’s at.
And after I have seen my mother,
I think that I will pet the cat.
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Trump may or may not be sliding into dementia (sure looks like it), but I’ve long wondered if he has dyslexia. Maybe he doesn’t just hate to read, but can’t do it.
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If we are ever visited by extraterrestrials, NASA has guaranteed our being recognized as intelligent beings: “Look – an advanced species! They have cat videos!”
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Dream #23
I’m on my way to meet someone (my brother Rod?) on 40th or 41st Street in Philly. I turn north from Market Street and walk beside with a heavyset, middleaged Black woman – no one I know, she happens to be there. After a few blocks, details look wrong and I realize I turned south from Market instead of north. So I turn around to walk north.
Unrecognized diagonal streets intrude, and I am forced off course into pointless doglegs and meanders. Slowly it sinks in that I am in a dream. I decide I should wake up. Nothing changes. I continue walking, into an ever more convoluted nest of streets, into a symmetrical valley where every side street leads uphill to a house and deadends, like a sort of driveway.
I am accompanied by one, possibly two young girls. I shout to myself to wake up. Nothing changes. I start to scream: “No, no, NO.” Nothing changes. I ask the girl (one of two girls?) if she has been in my dreams before. Has she been in someone else’s dream? I realize the stupidity of asking questions of “someone” who does not exist, an internal phantom.
“No, no, no, NO, NO.” I am less fearful that agonized, horrified. I seldom hear my voice in a dream, but these are reverberant screeches. At last I do wake up, but the waking does not seem to come from my intention. Once awake, nothing of the dream’s horror remains, only the images, when so often my dream content lies buried beneath the detritus of the mind’s closet.
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Last week we bought a bag of “baby peeled carrots.” How did they teach that baby to peel carrots?
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The current movie “Beekeeper” is rated R for “strong violence throughout, pervasive language.” You’ve gotten watch language. Once it gets started, it slams right through a culture.
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