Describe a literature class

Prompt: Describe a literature class

Describe a literature class

I. Outline Describing a Literature Class

Introduce the literature class: What are we studying? How do you feel about the atmosphere of the class?

2. Body
* Describe the classroom before the class begins:
- Teachers enter the classroom.
- Students greet the teachers.
- The process of teachers introducing the lesson.

* Illustrating images while learning:
- Collaborative group study sessions.
- Students competing to excel in studies...(Continued)

II. Sample Essay Describe a literature class

'Sudden flashes of crimson,
That's it, Lượm dear!
Little comrade,
A stream of fresh blood!'

Until now, those poignant verses still resonate within my mind. Last week, my class was deeply impressed by the Literature session on 'Lượm' by our homeroom teacher. The lesson seemed to recreate the moments, both innocent and heroic, of the resistance period of our nation.

As usual, Ms. Nga entered the classroom with a serious look. We stood up to greet her after Hoang, the class monitor, called out loudly. Our teacher scanned the class, her gaze resting on Chung, who was adjusting his shirt collar into his pants in a hurry. Ms. Nga chuckled, greeted the class, and then asked us to sit down. Every class, our teacher always had interesting warm-up activities. That day, she had us play 'Obstacle Crossing' in teams, like in the 'Road to Mount Olympia' program. We competed to answer questions about talented young people from the past or brave youth during the war. Finally, our team deciphered the keyword we needed: 'Youth with Talent'. From that phrase, Ms. Nga led us to the poem 'Lượm' by the poet To Huu.

Amidst fierce competition, my class continued to explore the poem in groups. Ms. Nga guided us to learn about the author To Huu through various clues. We quickly took notes on those clues. When she summarized our collective understanding of the author, the class fell silent, listening intently. She read revolutionary verses passionately, 'From then on, the sun shines within me/ The sun of truth shining through my heart...' Perhaps, my class will always remember the poetry reading session that day. Lan Anh from group 1 mimicked Lượm's voice, 'I'm going to make contact/ Having a blast, uncle...' We burst into laughter because she imitated it so comically. Ms. Nga immediately praised Lan Anh for her good reading, capturing the mischievous and innocent essence of the character.

Entering the part where we delved into the content of the poem, we listened attentively to Ms. Nga's lecture. Through her words, I was reminded of those slender boys with humorous yet nimble faces in old black and white movies. Ms. Nga spoke warmly about the work of the messenger boys, about the dangers of their job. Each white chalk line appeared and filled the green board. Our eager faces all turned towards one direction - Ms. Nga. The ceiling fans seemed to spin faster, emitting soft whirring sounds. But those sounds couldn't penetrate compared to the teacher's lecture and our class discussions. Outside, it seemed even the wind and the birds were listening quietly to our lesson.