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SATS and another sunday sonnet!

11 Jul

I am sorry I have not blogged for a week or so. On a positive note, I got the job! This is my third time that I have used that poem for an interview so it worked a charm eventually!! I am really excited about the new job and very much wanting to wind down with 2 weeks (10 days!) until the holidays!!!

Anyway with year 7 parent’s evening looming and with some angelic year 6’s making their way to my school last week for ‘induction’, I am blogging about SATS. Now as a relatively new teacher my experience with y9 SATS was pretty limited anyway (they ended a year after I started teaching). I do not know much about them except that some year 7 pupils I teach seem to  not be working anywhere near the SATS level they recieved at the end of primary school. Thus making me seem a bad teacher, them seem like a bad pupil and their parents gasping in belief when their pupils are labelled by the school as ‘regressing!’ From my primary trained friends it seems that the intensive teaching in year 6 that goes on means that pupils end up with a highly inflated level that reflects fantastically on their primary school, but not so when they can’t achieve it in secondary school. Anyone got any thoughts on this??

Moving on to my sunday sonnet, which I appear to be making a tradition (if only for the alliteration in the title)

Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Thought this would be apt given the fact it’s about 30 degrees in my appartment at present!!!

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

27 Jun

I’m going a little of topic here, but as it’s a Sunday night I though I’d indulge myself and post my favourite sonnet from Mr William Shakespeare.  It’s not totally irrelevant as in the UK, this sonnet appears on several GCSE exam boards. Here we go…..

SONNET 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
 As any she belied with false compare.

 

Ah, it’s just gorgeous! I know a lot of people struggle with the language but I actually think this is one of Shakespeare’s more simplier sonnets. My favourite part is “my mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.” It totally wins the war against those long, Petrarchan sonnets which just build up an ideal woman who doesn’t exsist.

Shakespeare: yay or nay? Thoughts please!