We took a quiz that entailed having to identify the passage that supported the answer.\u00a0 Students struggled with this so we will be focusing on how to answer questions written in this format.<\/p>\n
We went over the homework questions for “Icarus and Daedalus” in class.\u00a0 These were also checked in.<\/p>\n
H.W. New questions were handed out for tonight.\u00a0 Be thorough with your answers and follow the conventions of English.\u00a0 Below I pasted the reading of “Daedalus and Icarus” if you need to refer to it to answer the questions.\u00a0 \u00a0Continue studying roots #4 for Friday’s quiz.<\/p>\n
“Icarus and Daedalus”<\/em><\/p>\n Among all those mortals who grew so wise that they learned the secrets of the gods, none was At length, watching the sea-gulls in the air\u2014the only creatures that were sure of liberty\u2014he Without delay, he fell to work on a pair of wings for the boy Icarus, and taught him carefully how to use For Icarus, these cautions went in at one ear and out by the other. Who could remember to be careful The day came, and the fair wind that was to set them free. The father bird put on his wings, and, while At first there was a terror in the joy. The wide vacancy of the air dazed them\u2014a glance downward Alas for him! Warmer and warmer grew the air. Those arms, that had seemed to uphold him, relaxed. He fell like a leaf tossed down the wind, down, down, with one cry that overtook Daedalus far away. The nearest island he named Icaria, in memory of the child; but he, in heavy grief, went to the temple <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We took a quiz that entailed having to identify the passage that supported the answer.\u00a0 Students struggled with this so we will be focusing on how to answer questions written in this format. We went over the homework questions for “Icarus and Daedalus” in class.\u00a0 These were also checked in. H.W. New questions were handed […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2345,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-306","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogs"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/houryf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/306","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/houryf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/houryf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/houryf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2345"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/houryf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=306"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/houryf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/306\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/houryf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=306"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/houryf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=306"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/houryf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=306"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmore cunning than Daedalus.\u00a0 He once built, for King Minos of Crete, a wonderful Labyrinth of winding ways so cunningly tangled up and twisted around that, once inside, you could never find your way out
\nagain without a magic clue. But the king\u2019s favor veered with the wind, and one day he had his
\nmaster architect imprisoned in a tower. Daedalus managed to escape from his cell; but it seemed
\nimpossible to leave the island, since every ship that came or went was well guarded by order of
\nthe king.<\/p>\n
\nthought of a plan for himself and his young son Icarus, who was captive with him.
\nLittle by little, he gathered a store of feathers great and small. He fastened these together with thread,
\nmolded them in with wax, and so fashioned two great wings like those of a bird. When they were done,
\nDaedalus fitted them to his own shoulders, and after one or two efforts, he found that by waving his
\narms he could winnow the air and cleave it, as a swimmer does the sea. He held himself aloft,
\nwavered this way and that with the wind, and at last, like a great fledgling,
\nhe learned to fly.<\/p>\n
\nthem, bidding him beware of rash adventures among the stars. \u201cRemember,\u201d said the father, \u201cnever to
\nfly very low or very high, for the fogs about the earth would weigh you down, but the blaze of the sun
\nwill surely melt your feathers apart if you go too near.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nwhen he was to fly for the first time? Are birds careful? Not they! And not an idea remained in the boy\u2019s
\nhead but the one joy of escape.<\/p>\n
\nthe light urged them to be gone, he waited to see that all was well with Icarus, for the two could not fly
\nhand in hand. Up they rose, the boy after his father. The hateful ground of Crete sank beneath them;
\nand the country folk, who caught a glimpse of them when they were high above the tree-tops, took it
\nfor a vision of the gods\u2014Apollo, perhaps\u2014with Cupid after him.<\/p>\n
\nmade their brains reel.10 But when a great wind filled their wings, and Icarus felt himself sustained,11
\nlike a halcyon-bird in the hollow of a wave, like a child uplifted by his mother, he forgot everything in
\nthe world but joy. He forgot Crete and the other islands that he had passed over: he saw but vaguely
\nthat winged thing in the distance before him that was his father Daedalus. He longed for one draught
\nof flight to quench the thirst of his captivity: he stretched out his arms to the sky and made towards the
\nhighest heavens.<\/p>\n
\nHis wings wavered, drooped. He fluttered his young hands vainly\u2014he was falling\u2014and in that terror
\nhe remembered. The heat of the sun had melted the wax from his wings; the feathers were falling, one
\nby one, like snowflakes; and there was none to help.<\/p>\n
\nWhen he returned, and sought high and low for the poor boy, he saw nothing but the bird-like feathers
\nafloat on the water, and he knew that Icarus was drowned.<\/p>\n
\nof Apollo in Sicily, and there hung up his wings as an offering. Never again did he attempt to fly.<\/p>\n