Grade 3 Garlands

The Grade 3s have been studying garlands like the one Ophelia had in Hamlet. They painted themselves or somebody they knew and today they hot-glued their flowers on to make a garland.

So here's the beginning

Now closer to the middle

Now it's time to finish it up!

And this is the photographer for this blog post!

There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come 
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, 
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds 
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; 
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook.

Queen Gurtrude, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene VII

Erin

Working on Banner Graphics

Now that the grade 8 students are done creating their banner designs, they need to put them on the computer and digitize them. They are working on the graphics as well; to take away any smudges or anything unwanted there may be.

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I have done my work in, friends: O, make an end
Of what I have begun.

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Antony and Cleopatra [IV, 14]

More Grade 8 Drama!

This morrow we had another Shakesperian drama class with Mr. Mark von Eschen:

Mark was directing us on telling the stories not just with our words, but with our actions too.

And he was also teaching us about stage-fighting! Yay!

We broke into pairs and choreographed our own fights.

And it turns out, in theatre, you can judo-throw people taller than you! Way to go Mark!

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O noble emperor, do not fight by sea;
Trust not to rotten planks: do you misdoubt
This sword and these my wounds? Let the Egyptians
And the Phoenicians go a-ducking; we
Have used to conquer, standing on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.

Soldier, Antony and Cleopatra, Act III, Scene VII 

Progress on Banner Borders

We have made a lot of progress on the borders for the banners. Here are some of the digitized ones.

 

Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie
Till famine and the ague eat them up:
Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home.

Macbeth, Macbeth, Act V, Scene V

Erin and Claire