School Shooting dialogue

First Piece
Professor
Sarah, student
Shooter
Student 1
Student 2

Professor: Let’s open our books to page 413. I assume you all have read the assigned pages.
Sarah: (raises her hand) Professor, I read the pages, but I really didn’t understand the second poem by E. E. Cummings. Who is “anyone, someone, and noone?” It just doesn’t make sense.
[A man peeks in the door then closes it again.]
Professor: (pauses)…Guess he didn’t want to answer that question for you.
[The class snickers a little.]
Professor: (continues) Well did you read it slowly and out loud?
Sarah: Yes…
Professor: And how many times?
Sarah: Well, a few times, I guess.
Professor: That’s your problem, how many times did I tell you that you should read it to try to understand it?
Sarah: More than…
[The man bursts the door open.]
Student 1: Oh my God! He has a gun!
[Shot.]
Student 2: (Gasps, and falls on the floor. In a whisper,) Get down, he shot me. Act dead.
[Shots continue. All students get under desks]
Sarah: (In a whisper to herself) God, help us! Please! Save us! Oh no! The professor! No, not me, not me!
[Shot.]


Second Piece
Professor
Sarah, student
Shooter
Student 1
Student 2

Professor: Let’s open our books to page 413. I assume you all have read the assigned pages.
Sarah: (raises her hand) Professor, I read the pages, but I really didn’t understand the second poem by E. E. Cummings. Who is “anyone, someone, and noone?” It just doesn’t make sense.
[A man peeks in the door then closes it again.]
Professor: (pauses)…Guess he didn’t want to answer that question for you.
[The class snickers a little. Suspicious, Sarah grabs her phone and puts it on emergency mode, holding it under her desk.]
Professor: (continues) Well did you read it slowly and out loud?
Sarah: Yes…
Professor: And how many times?
Sarah: Well, a few times, I guess.
Professor: That’s your problem, how many times did I tell you that you should read it to try to understand it?
Sarah: More than…
[The man bursts the door open. Sarah presses “talk” on her cell phone, calling 911]
Student 1: Oh my God! He has a gun!
[Shot.]
Student 2: (Gasps, and falls on the floor. In a whisper,) Get down, he shot me. Act dead.
[Shots continue. All students get under desks]
Sarah: God, please help us! [Gets up and in one motion sprays shooter in the face.] Get his gun! Shoot him in the leg! I already called the police, they had to have heard everything!

Spoon River, Amanda Barker

Amanda Barker

HENRY got me with child,
Knowing that I could not bring forth life
Without losing my own.
In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust.
Traveler, it is believed in the village where I lived
That Henry loved me with a husband’s love,
But I proclaim from the dust
That he slew me to gratify his hatred.

Iva Goodhart

Amanda Kom
Dr. Hepworth
ENGL 150
3 April 2007

Iva Goodhart

I was a student who loved to learn
A girlfriend who loved to love
A friend who loved secrets and giggles
A daughter who loved to please
A traveler who saw the world

I just wanted to make the world good and safe
I wanted crime to stop
Hunger to vanish
World peace.

They put away a nice man
Whose finger prints were on my books
After a night of studying
In the Lewis Clark State College Library
But he just helped me up after falling down the stairs
And helped me pick up my books
I was tired and my shoe was untied.
It wasn’t until later that night
That I was murdered.

It was my boyfriend’s X-girlfriend.
She was waiting by my new car
Jealous of my life and the car he bought me.
She hadn’t slept in days,
Eyes red with hate
It was she that killed me
And covered it up.

Ima Be'Atch

I ith from Thweden.
I wath in Pataha with my Catth and very lathy fisch
He thleepth and thleepth and thleepth
I wath almotht dead, I knew it.
Cuth I wath 94 yearth old
Then my catth dethided to out me
With thirty-two thets of clawth.

Iva Goodhart

I was a student who loved to learn
A girlfriend who loved to love
A friend who loved secrets and giggles
A daughter who loved to please
A traveler who saw the world

I just wanted to make the world good and safe
I wanted crime to stop
Hunger to vanish
World peace.

They put away a nice man
Whose finger prints were on my books
After a night of studying
In the Lewis Clark State College Library
But he just helped me up after falling down the stairs
And helped me pick up my books
I was tired and my shoe was untied.
It wasn’t until later that night
That I was murdered.

It was my boyfriend’s X-girlfriend.
She was waiting by my new car
Jealous of my life and the car he bought me.
She hadn’t slept in days,
Eyes red with hate
It was she that killed me
And covered it up.

Summary and Paraphrase of Saenz’s “To the Desert”

Summary:
A narrator who knows the desert explains his relationship with the land.

Paraphrase:
The narrator went to the desert one night in August where he learned how to live without rain. He says that the desert represents his thirst. All he knows is the desert. He explains what the desert is made up of; “sand, wind, sun,” and the blue “burning sky.” The wind blows hot pieces of sand that burn the skin. Saenz claims that the desert makes him a new man. The desert’s reputation of being warm holds true as it keeps him warm. He loves the desert so much that he says he was made for it. Being in the desert, he is above, below and surrounded by the desert. He wakes to the desert. He never wants it to change, to break what love he has for it. He tells the desert to “reach, rise, [and] blow.” He then asks God to save him, to take him and his land.

The Bee is not afraid of me

The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially

The Brooks laugh louder when I come
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?

-Emily Dickinson

I think in the fourth grade we had to make posters with a picture of a poem that we had to memorize and recite for the class. This is the poem I chose and I don't think I will ever forget the poem. It's beautiful :D