Objectives By the end of today, you’ll be able to: use your new skill of annotating a text to better understand what you’re reading Analyze the author’s craft, figures of speech, and underlying meaning of the text.

What’s annotation? a critical or explanatory note or body of notes added to a text. – Basically, notes made on a text while reading! May also be referred to as “talking to the text.” It can help with reading comprehension. a critical or explanatory note or body of notes added to a text. – Basically, notes made on a text while reading! May also be referred to as “talking to the text.” It can help with reading comprehension.

Learning how to annotate!

Before you read Look at the title Read the front and back covers (if in book form) Skim the text Get familiar with the format! Is it a short story, poem, novel, etc.?

While you read MARK IT UP! (If you can.) – Underline and highlight  new characters, unfamiliar words, important passages, symbols, things you’re confused about – Write in the margins  summarize passages, make predictions, ask questions, make connections, look for patterns, think about the author’s craft

How can I still annotate if I can’t write on the text? Set it up on a piece of paper: – Write out what you would have marked in the text. Write the notes you’d write in the margins. Take notes on the passage (page number, where to find it on the page).

After you read Reread your annotations. Reread any introduction or conclusion from the author. Examine any patterns and repetitions you may have found. Draw conclusions. Determine possible meanings of the text and the title

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children strove At recess in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. Or rather — He passed us — The Dews drew quivering and chill — For only Gossamer, my Gown — My Tippet — only Tulle- - We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground— The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground – Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses’ Heads Were toward Eternity –