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Watch the following clip from the movie "We Are Marshall".  List THREE APPEALS that the coach uses in his speech, with text evidence. Why would he choose those specific appeals for his audience?

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We Are Marshall (3/5) Movie CLIP - We Cannot Lose (2006) HD

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Awareness Campaign Video: "Know the Signs of Human Trafficking"

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Awareness Campaign Video: "Know the Signs of Human Trafficking"

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*use headphones* Watch the video below. Comment TWO APPEALS that this video utilized in order to get their message across. Explain how each appeal is used, whether or not you thought they were effective, and why.

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PSA: LEARN the signs of HUMAN TRAFFICKING

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*use headphones* This song has two sides being presented. Give two rhetoric devices that each side uses, and explain who you think was more effective in their argument and why.

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Open Letter: "Letter from a Birmingham Jail" by Martin Luther King Jr. 

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Open Letter: "Letter from a Birmingham Jail" by Martin Luther King Jr. 

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Reading the section from the letter given to you. As a whole class, decide what two appeals King uses most effectively in this passage. Then, each group must identify two additional rhetorical devices in the paragraph and LIST THEM BELOW this column.

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Article: "The Argument Against Headphones"

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Article: "The Argument Against Headphones"

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Read the following article and identify two things that made the author's argument strong, and two things that made it weak, citing text evidence to prove your point.

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Not only do they isolate you, but they may also be making you deaf.

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Short Story: "The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin. 

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Short Story: "The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin. 

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Read the following narrative and comment below what the focus statement behind this piece could be. Provide three pieces of text evidence that backs up your predicted focus statement.

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This story was first published in 1894 as The Dream of an Hour before being republished under this title in 1895. We encourage students and teachers to use our The Story of An Hour Study Guide and Feminist Literature Study Guide.

Carl Halsoe, Waiting by the Window, 1863

Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.

It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.

She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.

There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.

She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.

There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.

She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.

She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.

There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.

Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.

She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.

There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.

And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!

"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.

Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door."

"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.

Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.

She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.

Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.

When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.

Earlier, I pointed out that this story was first published in 1894 as The Dream of an Hour before being republished in 1895 as The Story of an Hour. Having read the story, why do you suppose Kate Chopin chose to change that one word? Given societal norms and expecations about women and marriage in 1895, do you see how simply changing a single word in the title may have been an answer to the controversy and criticism that the story received at that time?

The Story of an Hour is one of the stories featured in our collection of Short Stories for High School I and Short Short Stories to read when you have five minutes to indulge yourself reading a great story.

Add The Story of An Hour to your library.

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The Story of An Hour, a Short Story by Kate Chopin.

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SW: "Explaining My Depression to my Mother"

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SW: "Explaining My Depression to my Mother"

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*use headphones* Watch the following spoken word and comment below THREE PERSUASIVE STRATEGIES about this spoken word that were effective. Think beyond just the words that are being said.

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Sabrina Benaim - Explaining My Depression to My Mother

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Epanalepsis -"Wait!' It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This 'Wait"

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Black Brothers- Alliteration Hungarian freedom fighters-Allusion

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epizeuxis: "...in Hungary was "illegal". it was "illegal" to aid..."

allusion: "..never forget that everything Adolf Hitler did in Germany was "legal"

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In paragraph 5 Martin Luther King uses enumeratio when speaking to his daughter. He then uses an oxymoron in paragraph 2 by saying "outsiders coming in

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Simile- "...and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky..."

Amplification- "How does one determine whether a law is just or unjust? A just law is a code that is out of harmony with the moral law... An unjust law is a human law that is rooted in eternal law and natural law. Any law that uplifts the human personality is just. Any law that degrades the human personality is unjust." (Repetition of word "law')

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Oxymoron - "airtight cage"

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Simile- comparing depression to a bear

Onomatopoeia- "clank" of kneecaps like silver spoons, church bells

Amplification- "My happy is-" repeated. As well as repeatedly addressing her mother

She speaks loudly, almost angrily, and does not stutter. It's as if she's facing down her mother then and there, on stage.

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-Her shaking while talking to emphasize her anxiety and nervousness.
-The way she talked, starting in the beginning with a quiet shaky voice and then by the end loud and direct, to try and get her point across.
-Onomatopoeia, when she said "the clanking of her knees.

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This narrative is about a woman who feels free after her husband dies, because the is free from the ties of marriage.

The focus statement is that marriage has more detrimental aspects than benefits.

"Free! Body and soul free!"
"No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window."
"There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory."

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The author is trying to persuade us of the negativity of society's past push and view on marriage. She is telling us about the awful that comes with the past lack of rights on a woman's part.

She was clearly distressed in her marriage and was happy to be free. When it turned out he was alive, she died from horror. Perhaps he was abusive

EVIDENCE-

"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering

"go away. I am not making myself ill." No: she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window

"there was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwillingly like a goddess of victory."

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Focus statement- The illusion of hope can be fatal when emotionally overthought.
-"No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window."
- " And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not."
-" Her fancy was running riot along these days ahead of her."

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Appeal to Emotion - shows decrepit buildings and young girl walking down the street. It was pretty effective, because it sets a sad tone.

Appeal to Reason - It shows realistic signs and makes you want to help.
It was effective because it makes you want to help, and watch out for the signs.

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Samuel Seabury was more effective and had good points about the congress and why they should not have a revolutionary war. He said points like "Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution" and "Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us" He is trying to prevent them from creating this war to not have death and chaos.

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Two things that made the article strong is that he brought up points about hearing loss and trying to block out back round noise with sound and can lead to severally damage ears after a years/centuries. Two weak points in the article is that headphone can cause hearing loss or deafness in the ear after 5 or less years of using headphones, which is incorrect and I know from experience.

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Appeal to Reason- facts and signs were used throughout the video to tell those watching of logical reasons to look out for if they notice something is unusual.

Appeal to emotion- The narrator speaks in a way that shows that this a real world problem and affects many today, trying to convince those watching, through emotion to help victims.

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Samuel seabury was more well spoken then Alexander Hamiltorn.

epizeuxis: '" for shame, for shaaaaammmeeeee"

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appeal to reason- "if you saw someone tied with a chain, you would help"

appeal to emotion- visuals and music being all sad :(

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If they use heart they will not lose. Playing for each other and their teammates. Saying the other team is better on paper and physically. So he can motivate them and push them to better for the fallen people who died. He says that "these people are your past" he also says that they are "bigger, stronger and faster" to motivate them.

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Metaphor - Anxiety is the cousin visiting from out of town that depression felt obligated to invite to the party
Simile - But my happy is as hollow as a pin pricked egg
Allusion - I've been falling asleep watching SportsCenter on the couch
To avoid confronting the empty side of my bed

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Appeal to trust- The men are trusting him and listening to his speech and putting their heart "on the line"

Appeal to emotion- when he talks about how he knows their heart, and has an emotional/personal connection with them.

Appeal to reason- when he talks about the plane crash in his speech. And stated the information on the people who died.