We read Beowulf up to page 36, not including 36.
We worked on our reflective essays, discussing how to stay away from weak evaluative language and embrace descriptive language. Samples include one evaluative sentence, followed by multiple descriptive sentences.
It was a nice shirt, adorned by the colors of the rainbow. The purple fur that covered the collar gleamed in the sunlight. The shirt drew smiles from passers-by. The cashmere kissed my cheek as I brushed my face across the sleeve.
It was a beautiful day at the beach. The sun shone brightly like a 75 watt clear lightbulb. The ocean was a warm blanket for the sand. Heat waves danced on the sand.
The fourth period students were tired. They were snoring as loud as a chain saw. The clock ticked as slowly as Tigard High parking lot traffic. Their hands cramped and fell off like the hand hanging from the light fixture in the back of the room. Looking a the comfy chairs reminded the students how much their buttocks hurt.
The valley was beautiful. The sky was as blue as the Caribbean Sea in July. The wind whistled like a man to his horse. The sun peeked between the clouds like the silver lining that so many people talk and dream about. The birds in the trees sang to each other.
She smelled bad. Like the Tigard High cafeteria. Not even flies dared to be in her presence. hair curled in her odor's reach. Death hazed above her. Everyone's nose cringed as she passed by. Hygiene was not in her vocabulary. She smelled like a bratwurst fart.
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