Alaskan Malamute Playing Outdoor In Snow, Winter Season. Playful

Essays: revisions of your Into the Wild and Coddling essays are due on Friday. Remember to attach previous drafts and bold changes. For Wednesday, make sure to to read “Marshland Elegy.” For Thursday, read “Polemic: Industrial Tourism.” For both, make sure to read carefully, looking for rhetorical and literary devices as well as the arguments the […]

Oatmeal with blueberries

From an essay I wrote in 2014: Our kids need to be reminded, early and often, that to effectively write an argument is to stake out new ground. To challenge the reader and even threaten her worldview. Tomorrow, when I tell my students (in the nicest possible way) that their papers bored me, I suspect […]

Just a couple of reminders over the next week as we have a short school week and an absent teacher. Make sure to complete your research paper by 4:00 p.m. on Tuesday. If you have already shared the document with me, please rename the file FINAL so I can find it in Google Docs. Make […]

Essay 4: Civil Disobedience is due on Sunday, October 27 at 4:00 p.m. Download and enjoy!

Rusty chain into the concrete

Your second essay for AP Language is due Sunday, September 22 at noon. You can download the prompt (and all the rest this year) here. While the structure of this essay will be much like the first essay about high school sports, it will require the use of evidence, so make sure that you download […]

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Mr. Pogreba

Mr. Pogreba

Learner, Teacher, Occasional Writer, and Persistent Gadfly

"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing." --Socrates

Deep Thoughts

“Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”

“No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence–that which makes its truth, its meaning–its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream–alone.”

“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”

“He couldn’t even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.”