I fill my air pockets with much needed refreshment Salt water drips from her forehead as I take a deep breath in I cast my gaze upon the girl in the hazy glass reflector Undaunted, sitting atop our pillowed-thrones, She, too, had honorable quests and tasks,
Upon my arrival, my most-trusted thane, Elise the Short, Upon learning of my quests, I mounted my wheeled-shipĪnd traveled home, home to the Creek of the Bears. Were to be my only weapons in these battles to come. Many quests, tasks both lofty and many in number.Ī mind both sharp and patient, and my mighty lead-sword, In times gone by, the great knowledge-givers bestowed upon me In the portal of knowledge, I found three challenges.Īfter I had slain the noble challengers, I arrived here.
Thus I arrived here, at the portal of knowledge. I placed my rear end on the rectangle of cushion,
I awoke in the morning and stepped in the waterfall of cleanliness. In the end, each man crafted a letter of rhymes, My comrades in arms began to wail in fear but I rallied them with my cry: “We are allowed to use calculators!” Then I bestowed writing blades on those who did not have them, so that they might do battle alongside me. It had gleaming lines of unreadable runes etched into its soft flesh. When I came face to face with the horrid creature, it was uglier than even the bard’s stories had foretold. The beast Mathtest would not catch me unawares, I would use my keen-sharpened wits and my my true-edged writing blade to slay the monster and claim victory. I boasted that I would pass the ordeal or renounce my claim to the title I wished to earn. The hot breath of summer greeted me and I hailed it as a sign from the gods that my contest would go well. The vertical transport system bore me to the entrance of my dwelling-hall and I opened the wind barrier. I donned my carefully selected raiment, and began applying my war paint. Once I was accustomed to my situation, I entered the food-hall and prepared a morning feast. I was roused early by the fiery sky-fire and lamented the loss of a beautiful night-story. I compiled them into a single document that was shared among the class for discussion and within the French department. Students wrote Beowulf-style journal entries about their everyday lives to explore the use of kennings, hyperbolic language, and heroic imagery in the poem. (continuation from blog post The Case for Alternative Assessment)įren 1200 Community Project excerpt: The Epic of Hellems 141.
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