Today we weren't in Mr.Rease's class. He wasn't here today, so we went to another literature class downstairs. It was some commotion because a kid had a seizure. We finally got to the class, and I wasn't a fan of the teacher. None of us liked how sarcastic she was, she does not know how to talk to people. I guess she talked to us because she teaches seniors and think we're really below them. I got with my peers and we played card games, it was pretty chill.
Today in Mr.Rease’s class we were asked what was the most important moment in Black History. I wrote about the Harlem Renascence, so when I seen a poem by Langston Hughs I got excited because I kind of called the lesson. We broke down his Poem “The Negro Speaks of Rivers”. This Poem was a little easier to break down saying there weren’t as many complex words. I had an pretty simple time in class.
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