English

Katrina Young

The English team have been delighted to have students back on site, and it has been wonderful for students’ enthusiasm to participate in discussions and collaborative activities. We are, of course, extremely proud of our Year 12 cohort, including English, EAL, English Language, and Literature, who worked hard to revise and consolidate in a brief return to school before confidently entering their final exams. We wish the class of 2021 well as they receive their results and move on into an exciting future. 

 

Many of our classes (7-9 English, 11 English and 11 EAL) have been developing speaking and listening skills; a vital skill for communication, especially after long periods of lockdown. Year 10 has been consolidating essential essay writing skills by comparing the Australian classic Jasper Jones with the contemporary series Robbie Hood

 

We have included some samples of the outstanding work Box Hill students continue to produce. We wish you all the best for the holidays and look forward to an exciting 2022 in the English Domain! 

 

Year 11 Oral Presentations 

Students were required to develop a persuasive oral presentation on a contemporary Australian issue. They were encouraged to choose a specific persona and context for their delivery. 

 

Cordelia Jackson, 11C 

Ari Rego, 11Z 

 

Year 10 Analytical Writing 

 

Michelle Woang, 10Z – Comparative paragraph on Jasper Jones and Robbie Hood  

 

Year 8 Poetry 

Students explored a range of poetic forms – from traditional haiku to contemporary meme poems.  

 

Blackout Poetry 

To write a blackout poem, you take a page of text (eg from a novel) and select new words to create the poem, while blacking out the rest. 

Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.   

Anonymous 

 

Ekphrastic Poetry 

This is a poem based on an image, often including evocative sensory language to convey the mood or emotions in the picture. 

 

Haiku 

A Japanese traditional poetic form, haiku are intended to capture a moment. They generally follow the rule of 3 lines, with 5, 7 and 5 syllables respectively

Curving up and down  

Filled with beaming, vibrant hues  

The sky circles me  

anonymous  

 

Feel the heat pulse into you skin. Feel you sweat evaporate from your body.  

Melting.  

Feel the ants crawl up your legs, up your body, let them take over.  

But the ants do not, you are merely an obstacle to them.  

Melting, everything is melting, always and forever, infinity melting.  

See the mountains of your home, mountains which never move, but you will never arrive at.  

Melting, melting forever.  

The clocks droop like cheese on a hot summer day, but it’s ok. What use is clocks if time doesn’t exist?  

Stare at the clocks like your life revolves around them. They never drip yet they are always melt.  

Melting, for all eternity.  

Close your eyes, let the melting seize you.  

Fading, you are fading, but the feeling of fade is more welcome than heat.  

Melting, you too are melting, always and forever, for all eternity.  

Klara Loie, 8C 

 

Bredlik Poetry 

Originally stemming from an absurd news story of a cow licking bread in a bakery, Bredlik poems are based on a cute picture of an animal doing something strange. They use phonetic spelling to convey the cute and simplistic view of the animal, and usually follow an ABCB rhyme scheme. 

 My nam is fox  

And I wont li 

Wen I bored 

I don’t cri 

I ti my shoo 

I fix my ti 

I look for he 

Hoo stol my pi 

anonymous