芸溱 Selina

Class Notes

1. today's topic

期中考考卷檢討

2. definition

(1) affix:

1.【op】反

opposite

(adj.) having a position on the other or further side of something; facing something, especially something of the same type.

2.【ambi / amph】both

ambiguous 

(adj.) having more than one possible meaning

amphoteric 

(adj.) having characteristics of both an acid and a base and capable of reacting as either

3.【para】平行

paraphrase 

(v) express the same message in different words

paragraph

(n) a distinct section of a piece of writing, usually dealing with a single theme and indicated by a new line, indentation, or numbering.

parallel parking  路邊停車

(v) park directly behind another vehicle

correct (O)

incorrect (X)

lol (At the mall, on Black Friday, 30 seconds before the doors open.)

(2) vocab:

1. sarcasm

(n) witty language used to convey insults or scorn

synonyms: irony, caustic remark

2. rationale

(n) (law) an explanation of the fundamental reasons (especially an explanation of the working of some device in terms of laws of nature)

ex: What was the rationale behind his decision to quit?

(3) phrases

1. please go (turn) to the reversed side! 請翻至背面

2. She is in mourning.

Mourning is a time of sadness because of a loss. When you're in mourning after a loved one dies, it is good to lean on your friends who understand why you are so sad.

3. I am expecting. 我懷孕了

I am expectimg (a baby). = I am pregnant. 

funny story

4. be looking forward to + Ving

ex: I am looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

(3) response paper

1. about your choice (the reason why you choose the text) → I choose this one because.......

2. identify the hypothesis → the main idea

3. three supporting paragraph

4. summary the hypothesis

(4) poem: stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone  (by W.H. Auden)

movie

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.