unclesamOkely dokely, folks, let’s make sure that we know our context/themes. Check out the PPT that I put together: Contextual overview of American Literature

Right, now have a look at the sample paper with which the exam board have provided us: PAPER 2

Here’s my recommended structure as well as an exemplar for Section A of the exam: CLOSE READING STRUCTURE & EXEMPLAR

Watch this space as I’ll be updating this post with Section B advice, quotes, etc.



Alrighty! Here’s my new super-duper revision booklet for A Christmas CarolA CHRISTMAS CAROL REVISION BOOKLET

Is that all I need? Well, not really, because the more exemplars that you have, the better. Here’s a nice one that Erin Sheridan produced: Erin Sheridan’s paragraphIf you want to see high level (A-Level standard) language analysis, have a look at George Booth’s piece: GB – Language analysis And here’s another piece (again, A-Level standard) of a structural analysis (with some language analysis thrown in): GB – Structure analysis

As well as those exemplars, you must also check out Elliot Longworth’s theory about Dickens’ use of the ghosts: Elliot’s Theory   

I don’t normally post homeworks but this one from Sam Corsan is priceless: Psychiatric Report HW – SC

Poetry with Miss Glen

I popped into Miss Glen’s class AGES ago and found this very moving poetry.   So sorry it’s taken so long, but here it is:


I hear the hate


Four eyes

Four eyes



I hit the ground

One tear comes down my face

As I run away from the hate

I made a secret place where no-one knows

I have a fear of going in public as the hate

could hit me in the face.

They abuse me

It’s horrid

Am scared

I just want to leave

But you can’t run away from your own eyes

Days go by as more tears flood my room

My fear closes me into a dark tomb

The number of days I try to stay off

From school it’s unbelievable

Until the school doors are forced upon me

I slowly open them with fear

As the hate starts to call

By: Brianna Murphy



Jenna walked into her new school

Her big geeky glasses pulled up, close to her eyes.

Kids stared and bullies said, ‘You don’t belong here, BYE!’

She lost all her friends when she moved to the city,

All she’s got left is self-pity.

She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered to herself …..

“I wish I was the same as everyone else”.


She sat in the back of the class to avoid getting attention.

But she couldn’t help herself

She did her homework, and avoided a class detention.

Know it all” they said.  “Teacher’s pet” they said

But she couldn’t help herself

She knew she can be better than the rest.


She wanted to blend in, she wanted friends

But how could she

When it seemed like everyone wanted her life to end.


Excuse me

I’m up here

Sorry to scare you


Don’t worry

I’ve heard it all

from the funny ones

to the ones that hurt

People take one look at me

and ignore everything

except for the height.


I’ve been hit

and shoved

Bullied since a young age

I had had enough

long ago

I tried to fight

I tried to make peace

I tried it all

But nothing ever works


I’m always asked

‘What’s the air like up there’

I’m always called

Names like

‘skyscraper’ or ‘cloud head’

I’ve silenced them out now

It was the best way

I still know they are there

Talking behind my back.


But I still walk on.

I will block out the hate

I will block out the pain

I will block out the names

I will just

Walk on.



My name is Black Man

It’s also Black Guy

That’s my name


My real name’s Nigel

But you’d never tell.

Because nobody calls me that,

Well, at least not to my face.


When people talk about me,

They remember me for the colour of my skin,

Not the tone of my voice

Not the colour of my eyes,

Not the size of my feet.

Just the colour of my skin.


I also have other names,

Like the names that people can no longer use

But I can tell that they want to use them.

When they call me them it’s like a knife cutting my skin

Deeper and deeper every day.


Some day this will stop

Some day I will be equal,

But for now,

I will just have to wait.



We are all different

Red hair, brown hair, blond hair, black hair

We are all different

Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes, hazel eyes

We are all different

Christian, Muslim, Jew, Seikh

We are all different

Tall, strout, small

We are all different

You are too

We are all different

Why pick on me?

We are all different

Is it because I have different skin?

We are all different

Because I am tall?

We are all different

Don’t bully me

We are all different


Katy Taylor



It was the best way

I still know they are there

Talking behind my back.


But I still walk on.

I will block out the hate

I will block out the pain

I will block out the names

I will just

Walk on.