Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Hellen Kelller


ESSAY STRUCTURE

Lesson Goals: To identify the parts of an organized paper and paragraph. To gain appreciation and insight into living life with disabilities. To use and practice the past tense including the past progressive and past perfect and past simple. Increase familiarity with modal verbs. Analyzing descriptive themes. Expressing ideas and opinions about a short story. Improving test taking ability and performance. Encouraging creativity and working on skills to promote emotional intelligence. HOTS 

Tasks


2) If you only had three days to see what would you choose to see???  
Talk about Modals and the difference between (would, could, should)

3) Who is Helen Keller? Talk about the author vs. narrator

4) Read the first paragraph. Identify and discuss parts of a paragraph. 

6) Identify and label ;  Main Sentence, Topic Sentence and supporting statements, Closing statement. (highlighted)

7) Make a list of the descriptive words/adjectives that Ms. Keller uses in her paper. Learn three new description words and give a definition to those adjectives using your own words. 
 Ex.          incredulous - unbelievable                  feverish - passionate                     listless - nonchalant/ laidback

5) If you were to interview Mrs. Keller, what questions would you ask her?

6) Writing: Write a paragraph using the paragraph structure we learned about. Answer one of the below questions
Choose a meaningful line in her Essay and explain in writing why that quote is meaningful to you?
If you had only three days to see what would you see?
Justify your choice and do not forget paragraph structure!
  










Three Days to See  as published in Atlantic Monthly, (January, 1933)
Transcription
"Three Days to See"
by Helen Keller
I
                        Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die to-morrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation, which are often, lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the epicurean motto of 'Eat, drink, and be merry,' but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, visited me, and I asked her what she had observed. "Nothing in particular," she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.
At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.
II
Perhaps I can best illustrate by imagining what I should most like to see if I was given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days. And while I am imagining, suppose you, too, set your mind to work on the problem of how to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three days to see. If with the oncoming darkness if the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?
I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest long on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.
If, by some miracle, I were granted three seeing days, to be followed by a relapse into darkness, I should divide the period into three parts.
On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Ann Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often. Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!
The first day would be a busy one. I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidence of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the individuals consciousness of the conflicts which life develops. And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender, and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into a home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.
In the afternoon of that first seeing day, I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature, trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field (perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.
When dusk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light, which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.
III
The next day - the second day of sight - I should arise with the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.
This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man's progress, the kaleidoscope of the ages. How can so much compressed into one day? Through the museums, of course. 
My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the world, so does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human spirit. Throughout the history of humanity the urge to artistic expression has been almost as powerful as the urge for food, shelter, and procreation. And here, in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museum, is unfolded before me the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as expressed in their art. 
So on this, my second day of sight, I should try to probe into the soul of man through his art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. More splendid still, the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me, from the Italian Primitives, with their serene religious devotion, to the Moderns, with their feverish visions. I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael, Leonardo Da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt. Oh, there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the movies. If I could see only one play, I should know how to picture in my mind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of manual alphabet. So, through the evening of my second imaginary day of sight, the great figures of dramatic literature would crowd sleep from my eyes.
IV
The following morning, I should again greet the dawn, anxious to discover new delights, for I am sure that, for those who have eyes which really see, the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
This, according to the terms of my imagined miracle, is to be my third and last day of sight. I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings; there is too much to see. The first day I devoted to my friends, animate and inanimate. The second revealed to me the history of man and Nature. To-day I shall spend in the workday world of the present, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life. And where one can find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
My third day of sight is drawing to an end. Perhaps there are many serious pursuits to which I should devote the few remaining hours, but I am afraid that on the evening of that last day I should run away to the theatre, to a hilariously funny play, so that I might appreciate the overtones of comedy in the human spirit.
At midnight my temporary respite from blindness would cease, and permanent night would close in on me again. Naturally in those three short days I should not have seen all I wanted to see. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realize how much I had left unseen. But my mind would be so overcrowded with glorious memories that I should have little time for regrets. Thereafter the touch of every object would bring a glowing memory of how that object looked.
 (I am sure that) if you actually faced that fate (blindness) your eyes would open to things you had never seen before, storing up memories for the long night ahead. You would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw would become dear to you. Your eyes would touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then, at last, you would really see, and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.
 Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf to-morrow. Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense; glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.

Author Helen Keller

The Story of My Life, first published in 1903, is Helen Keller's autobiography detailing her early life, especially her experiences with Anne Sullivan.[1] Portions of it were adapted by William Gibson for a 1957 Playhouse 90 production, a 1959 Broadway play, a 1962 Hollywood feature film, and the Indian film Black, which was directed by Sanjay Leela Bhansali ft. Amitabh Bachchan instead of Anne Sullivan.[2] The book is dedicated to inventor Alexander Graham Bell. The dedication reads, "To ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL Who has taught the deaf to speak and enabled the listening ear to hear speech from the Atlantic to the Rockies, I dedicate this Story of My Life."
Publication history[edit]
Keller first began to write The Story of My Life in 1902, when she was still a student at Radcliffe College. It was first published in the Ladies Home Journal in the same year as a series of installments. The following year, it was published by Doubleday, Page & Co. as a book. The book was well received and Keller wrote two more books, Midstream and My Later Life.[3]

MOVIE


Tuesday, 17 April 2018

Rememberence Day Lesson Plan



Lesson plan for Memorial Day | Yom Hazikron 

Lesson plan

Memorial Day | Yom Hazikaron


Background

Yom Hazikaron is Israel’s national Remembrance Day to commemorate the country’s fallen soldiers and victims of terror. Yom Hazikaron has been marked since 1951. As of May 2016, the number of fallen soldiers was 23,447. Yom Hazikaron falls on the day before Yom Ha’atzma’ut (Israel’s Independence Day), in order to remind people of the heavy price paid for independence and of what has been achieved with the soldiers' sacrifice.

FILM

Yom Hazikaron is often a complex ceremony to program outside of Israel. Local Israelis abroad often feel the need to share their unique feelings while also questioning whether non-Israelis can fully understand these sentiments. Non-Israelis tend to feel the need to participate in the ceremony and identify fully, whilst at the same time feel emotionally detached or even alienated. It is a highly-charged day.

A Face. The Day. A Memorial
                                                           
A Face. The Day. A Memorial (bac.org.il/memory) is an online commemorative project. Beit Avi Chai (Jerusalem) initiated the project in which animation artists create unique memorial stories of Israeli soldiers and victims of terror.
                                                           
Recognizing the importance of Yom Hazikaron in Israeli society, Beit Avi Chai identified the need to create a meaningful project that could impart personal messages and tributes in a way that speaks to all Israelis, connecting with thousands of people through the internet.
                                                           
The Perspective of Memory

→ Watch Aliyah, a film in memory of Max Steinberg, a lone soldier who fell in the battle of Shuja'iyya during Operation Protective Edge (2014).

FILM
 
Max Steinberg travelled to Israel with his brother on a Birthright program — though he was not very enthralled with the idea at the time. This changed after he paid a visit to Mt. Herzl a few days after landing in Israel. It was then that he decided to make Aliyah and serve in the IDF. Max enlisted in Golani and, despite missing his parents and home abroad, he felt Israel was the place to be. The People of Israel returned this love when hundreds of Israelis accompanied Max on his last journey – to his final resting place at the Mt. Herzl Military Cemetery in Jerusalem. Many of those who came to the funeral were civilians who had never met Max, but had come in response to the request, through the media, to accompany him on this last journey.

Questions for discussion ensuing from the film:
What are your feelings after watching the film?

What are the various perspectives introduced in the film?

Which artistic forms are employed to portray these perspectives?

Why do you think that so many Israelis felt close to Max Steinberg and decided to attend his funeral?

The animators who created the project’s films were not necessarily acquainted with the films’ main character. They created the films based on stories and memories shared by family and friends. What is the significance of such a tribute? How does it differ in comparison to a memorial created by family or friends? What is the significance of commemoration through the eyes of a stranger?

→ Watch the Umbilical Cord, a film in memory of Eitan Nachman who died while on active duty in 1974.

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The film presents the close bond between twin brothers Eitan and Benny Nachman — a relationship forged in the womb and that was severed in one horrible moment.

Questions for discussion arising from both films:
What are your feelings after watching the films?

Can a connection between people who don’t know each other, or between communities, become as strong as the connection between Eitan and his brother Benny?

What are your thoughts regarding the relationship between world Jewry and Israeli society: the bond between twins connected at the hip — or separate communities? What is the "Jewish connection" that connects us to world Jewry?

To watch additional films, read more about Max and Eitan, and for further information about the project, click here.