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In this task you are to write an interview with either the man, the girl or the boy. 

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In this task you are to write an interview with either the man, the girl or the boy. 

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Pretend that you are a reporter writing about the incident/situation for a newspaper. Create the article/interview with questions and answers. Upload in this column

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In this task you are to write a poem based on the story. 

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In this task you are to write a poem based on the story. 

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Form and content is up to you - however a few stanzas are to be expected. Upload in this column

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In this task you are to write an interview with Carter about the story

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In this task you are to write an interview with Carter about the story

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You must pretend that you are a reporter- a literary one :-) and come up with both questions and answers. Upload in this column

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In this task you are to create a a panel debate.

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In this task you are to create a a panel debate.

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The debate must be centered around a few Carver-experts that discuss "Why Don't You Dance" (maybe they don't agree)
Could be a video :-) Upload in this column

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In this task you are to create a "SAY IT"

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In this task you are to create a "SAY IT"

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First, you create your own SAY IT and upload it to this column.
Second, you choose a different "SAY IT" and answer the questions. Upload your answers to this column

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In this task you are to write an analysis on Carver's writing style. 

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In this task you are to write an analysis on Carver's writing style. 

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You are to write a text that describes his style and the linguistic features - focus on traits of the short story and minimalism. Use "Why Don't You Dance" as reference

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Say it - Andreas, Mads, Magnus MM & Jacob

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Say it - Andreas, Mads, Magnus MM & Jacob

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/10OkLC3OTHyk1iW_tq46LIQWCBoaaHijtT7_Jc8zn4rw/edit?usp=sharing

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Vi skal have tilladelse til jeres dokument!!!

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Vi skal have tilladelse til jeres dokument!!!

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An interview between the boy in the text and a neighbour who reveals the truth to him about the episode between the old man and the girl

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We were driving in a deserted place
Only a better future to chase
In the middle of nowhere I found my home
As they say, all roads lead to Rome
In the centre of the organized mess
I saw a middle-aged man and all my body said was yes
I thought the boy beside me was the key
But I didn’t realize the key was right in front of me

Before I knew where I was, his hands were in mine
Two and two we danced to the sound of Minds of 99
My body betrayed my heart
The dance was suddenly the greatest art
I wished for my brain to think of the boy
But my body just screamed “enjoy”
At home, I tried to wash the shame of me
But how could I, when he was the key?

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Neighbourhood

In the grumble neighbourhood

People don’t always understand your mood

You can’t hide

Houses are placed just beside

Death make people look

They think they can read you as an open book

They actually don’t know

Either why, when or how

Rumours are being taken as prisoners in the breeze

It makes a human being freeze

We love to talk in the alley

But when we face each other we don’t even say “hey”

In the grumble neighbourhood things happen you won’t believe

And unfortunately, people don’t have a memory like a sieve

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Why don´t you dance?

Lead me into temptation

Tempt with all that you got

And free me from my frustrations

Like smokers do with pot

I wake up late

And take a big bite of the life cake

Filled with sweets and pleasure

Too tranquil and free to feel the pressure

You lost your lust

And now your lost