On your marks…

Hi Ladies of the College

Here are your blog grades, as promised.

Disclaimer:
If you commented on the blog, but used a code name, I wasn’t able to attribute that comment to you.
If you emailed me a blog post with a code name/someone else’s name/without stating who you were, I wasn’t able to attribute that blog post to you.
If you commented frequently, but did not post a blog post, you were graded negatively.
I also took into account the quality of your contribution/spelling/thoughtfulness etc
Grades are out of ten.

Nosizwe: 6
Tanatswa: 5
Michelle: 1
Tadiwa: 1
Jess: 9
Nobandile: 9
Rebecca:  0
Rudo: 5
Cameron: 10
Tsepile: 5
Danielle: 10
Nothixo: 3
Charmaine: 0

I’m really hoping we can take our blog further next term. Well done on all the comments and posts so far. You all are writing with a keen critical eye, which is both impressive and exciting. I look forward to reading more!

Have a great holiday!

Best,
Ms Roberts

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Guest Post by Cameron

October 5, 1877; Montana Territory

History behind the speech;
“Desiring to avoid violence, Chief Joseph advocated peace and cooperation. But fellow tribesmen dissented and killed four white men. Knowing a swift backlash was coming, Joseph and his people began to make their way to Canada, hoping to find amnesty there. The tribe traveled miles, fighting the pursuing US army along the way. After 5 days of battle the Chief knew he was the last of a dying breed, and the moment of surrender was heartbreaking”

The Speech;

Tell General Howard I know his heart. What he told me before, I have it in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our Chiefs are killed; Looking Glass is dead, Ta Hool Hool Shute is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men is dead. It is cold, and we have no blankets; the little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food. No one knows where they are – perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children, and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my Chiefs! I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever.

What can you comment about the language, writers purpose, genre and the tone?