Due to recent budget cuts, AP English Literature will be combined with Driver’s Education

 

Unit 1

Wiglaf his name was, son of Weohstan,

Although his dad was too freaked out to even let him back out of the driveway.
‘Twas no easy path that Ecgtheow’s honored heir

Must tread over the plain to the place

Where the cones were set up to practice parallel parking. 
For against his will he must win a home elsewhere far,
At least if he was planning on college next year. 

Beowulf he now saw hard oppressed. 

Wiglaf minded the prizes he had given him,
Not to mention the two-day extension on that essay last quarter. 

Not long he lingered.
With his leader-lord the young liegeman was bidden to share the shock
Of accidentally mixing up the accelerator and the brake. 

But only for a moment.

Wiglaf spake, and his words were sage. 

Sad in spirit, he said to his comrades,
Who were sometimes total sons of athelings,

“I remember what promise we made to Beowulf
In the banquet-hall.  Cafeteria. Whatever.

Himself who chose us, urged us to glory,
Because he counted us keen –

Or at least vaguely capable of getting 5’s on the AP exam. 
Okay, maybe 4’s. 

Now the day is come that our noble master

Has need of the might of warriors stout.

Let us stride along the hero

And pay attention when he tells us to use turn signals.”

 

Unit 2

To church was my fourth husband carried
In the morning by neighbors,
Who for him made sorrow.
And young Jankyn was one of those.

I was forty, if I shall tell the truth,
But as help me God,
When I saw Jankyn go after the bier,
I thought he had a pair of…

What?  Aye, ‘tis the parking brake.
And that good shaft, the gearshift
Where I place my hand just so
Upon its plump and rounded…

Nay, the warning letters
From the School Superintendent
Spake not of this withal.

Truly, as my husbands told me,
I hadde the beste quoniam myghte be. 
It will be part of your individual road tests.

Quoniam.  Quoniam.  Quo-ni-am.

Syn I knowe youre delit,
I shall fulfille youre worldly appetit,
And teach you reverse
And the imperative mood
And some really tight three-point turns.

Especially you, young Jankyn.

 

Unit 3

Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
I’ve got a lot of advice for you.  So much advice. 

I have found the very cause of Hamlet's lunacy:
He’s failed his road test five times.

What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Marry, I will teach you! Think yourself a baby?
Although, come to think of it, fifteen does seem young for a permit.

It is common for the younger sort to lack discretion,
But you should at least know enough to put on your seatbelts, for chrissake.

Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't