Worksheet 1
1. Do you know any homosexuals at school or home?
2. How does society view homosexuals?
3. What is your personal definition of tolerance?
4. Are you homosexual or confused about your sexuality?
5. Is there any story you would share with the class about a family member, friend, or your “coming out” experience?
6. Do you think that this issue is appropriate to be talked about in the classroom?
7. Is tolerance good or bad and why?
8. Are you offended by this unit?
9. Have you ever been asked to read or watch films about tolerance or homosexuals in school before today?
10. Is there anything else you would like to talk about with me about this unit? (If so make an appointment to see me after-school)
Worksheet 2
If you received this worksheet it was because of your lack of respect to your fellow classmates. Please type a one to two page essay about what tolerance is, how one respects that tolerance even if they do not agree with it, and your opinion of gay literature and films in society today. I will collect this as your participation grade for the day. Also, you must come make an appointment to see me after-school today or during one of my free periods tomorrow to discuss your behavior. I understand that this may be an issue that you were never exposed to, and I also understand that everyone is entitled to their own moral opinions and beliefs. But you will fail if you do not do the work in this unit, so I would suggest you talk to me as soon as possible.
Worksheet 3
Tolerance in the News
(article available at http://www.tolerance.org/news/article_tol.jsp?id=1195)
Day of
Un-Truth?
By Dana Williams | Writer/Editor, Tolerance.org
On Wednesday this week, hundreds of thousands of students across the nation will take a one-day vow of silence to raise awareness about anti-gay harassment and discrimination in schools and communities.
On Thursday, a conservative
group from
The Day of Silence, sponsored by GLSEN (Gay Lesbian Straight Education Network), is an annual event.
In response, the Alliance Defense Fund, which supports what it calls "traditional family values," will hold a counter event, dubbed the Day of Truth. Its goal is to "counter the promotion of the homosexual agenda" in the nation's schools using the slogan, "Because the truth cannot be silenced."
Many gay-rights activists, however, say the Day of Truth is more like a day of lies, falsely portraying and missing the point of GLSEN's Day of Silence. The Day of Truth, for example, characterizes homosexuality as a "detrimental personal and social behavior."
"It really is based on mistruths and mischaracterizations of what the Day of Silence is all about," said Joshua Lamont, GLSEN communications director.
On the Day of Silence, students choose not to speak for an entire school day, handing out cards explaining that through their quiet activism, they hope to silence the ostracism LGBTQ students face daily. Last year, an estimated 450,000 students at 3,000 K-12 schools took part.
"The Day of Silence simply seeks to bring attention to the bullying and harassment that gay and lesbian students are facing in schools, and to foster a discussion about how to end that."
Statistics from GLSEN's School Climate Survey highlight the prevalence of such bullying and harassment:
- 91% of LGBTQ students frequently hear homophobic remarks in their schools.
- 80% report being verbally harassed because of their sexual orientation.
- 42% report being physically harassed, often with a weapon, because of their sexual orientation.
- 33% skipped school in the past month out of fear for their personal safety.
Rather than addressing such bullying or harassment, Lamont said, the Day of Truth simply portrays the Day of Silence as an effort to promote homosexuality. That, he says, could not be further from the truth.
'Not out to compete'
The Day of Truth takes place Thursday, the day after GLSEN's
Day of Silence. Students are encouraged to wear T-shirts and pass out cards
with the following message:
I am speaking the Truth to break the silence. I believe in equal treatment for all, and not special rights for a few. I believe in loving my neighbor, but part of that love means not condoning detrimental personal and social behavior. I believe that by boldly proclaiming the Truth, hurts will be halted, hearts will be healed and lives will be saved.
"In one sense [the Day of Truth] is a response to the Day of Silence. In another sense it's an attempt to break this public school indoctrination in favor of homosexuality," Joe Infranco of the ADF told the Baptist Press.
Infranco added, "We're not afraid to have the Gospel compete in the marketplace of ideas."
Lamont of GLSEN believes viewing the two events as a competition is a disservice to all students.
"We aren't out to compete," he explained. "We look forward to dialoguing with any group or student who cares about ending the name calling, bullying and harassment that make schools unsafe for all students, including those who are LGBT."
Lamont added, "The Day of Truth seems to be a response to something entirely different from what Day of Silence is all about. It would be interesting to hear what (ADF) has to say about getting to what can be done to make schools safe for all.
Worksheet 4
For this assignment you are paired up with one or two classmates. Add their names to your buddy list. Then have a conversation about whether or not you think literature and films can change the way society views tolerance in general and the tolerance of homosexuals. Use examples from the first film clip and short story we read. You must time stamp your conversation and speak for at least 30 minutes (you may go over). If someone in your group is new to IM-ing be patient and help them out the best you can. When you finish your conversation please make a transcript of the conversation and save it as a Word Document. Also, have one person print out a copy of the transcript and bring it to class tomorrow. If you have any questions my screen name is ker3582. I’ll be on tonight.
Worksheet 5
DUMB AND DUMBER
SCRIPT
Directed by: Peter Farrelly
Screenplay by:
Peter Farrelly, Bennett Yellin,
Bob Farrelly
Cast:
Jim Carrey- Lloyd
Christmas
Jeff Daniels- Harry
Dunne
Lauren Holly- Mary
Swanson
FADE IN:
EXT.
A PRETTY YOUNG
WOMAN is standing on the street corner waiting for a bus. She's carrying books
and looking very collegiate.
A black stretch
LIMOUSINE with darkened windows drives past, SLAMS ON ITS BRAKES, and backs up.
The Young Woman
stares at her reflection in the windows, wondering what this is all about.
Finally, the REAR
PASSENGER WINDOW zips down, revealing LLOYD CHRISTMAS, age 30. He's a
pleasant-enough looking guy, if a little shaggy. He's wearing a dark suit.
LLOYD
Excuse me, can you
tell me how to get
to the medical school? I'm
supposed
to be giving a lecture in
twenty
minutes and my driver's a bit lost.
YOUNG WOMAN (heavy
European accent)
Go straight aheads and makes a left
over za
bridge.
Lloyd checks out
her body.
LLOYD
I couldn't help
noticing the accent.
You
from
YOUNG WOMAN
(unimpressed)
LLOYD
Well, g'day, mate. What do you say
we get together later and
throw a few
shrimp on the barbie.
The Young Woman
turns her back to him and walks away.
LLOYD (CONT.)(to self)
Guess I won't be
going Down Under
tonight…
He SIGHS and zips
the window back up.
INT. LIMO
Lloyd climbs
through the driver's partition into the front seat. Then he puts a CHAUFFEUR'S
CAP on his head and
drives away. We see that HE'S THE DRIVER!
The dispatch radio
CRACKLES TO LIFE:
DISPATCHER
(v.o.)
Carr 22, come in,
car 22…
Lloyd grabs his CB
mike.
LLOYD
This is 22.
DISPATCHER
22, where the hell
are you, Lloyd?
You're running late
on the
pick-up.
LLOYD
Cool your jets, Arnie. I'm on my
way.
DISPATCHER
(v.o.)
Well hurry it up.
And make sure you park legally. One more ticket and
your ass is history.
Worksheet 6
The Lottery by Shirley Jackson
The
morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a
full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly
green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the
post office and the bank, around ten
o'clock ; in some towns there were so many people that the
lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th.
but in this village, where there were only about three
hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin
at ten o'clock in the
morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.
The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play. and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"--eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.
Soon the men began to gather. surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother's grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother.
The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program--by Mr. Summers. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool. and when Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?" there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter. came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.
The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything's being done. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.
Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers had argued. had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into he black box. The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers' coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves's barn and another year underfoot in the post office. and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there.
There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make up--of heads of families. heads of households in each family. members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official of the lottery, a perfunctory. tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this p3rt of the ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans. with one hand resting carelessly on the black box. he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins.
Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. "Clean forgot what day it was," she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and they both laughed softly. "Thought my old man was out back stacking wood," Mrs. Hutchinson went on. "and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running." She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, "You're in time, though. They're still talking away up there."
Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or three people said. in voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, "Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson," and "Bill, she made it after all." Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. "Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie." Mrs. Hutchinson said. grinning, "Wouldn't have me leave m'dishes in the sink, now, would you. Joe?," and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson's arrival.
"Well, now." Mr. Summers said soberly, "guess we better get started, get this over with, so's we can go back to work. Anybody ain't here?"
"Dunbar." several people said. "
Mr. Summers consulted his list. "Clyde Dunbar." he said. "That's right. He's broke his leg, hasn't he? Who's drawing for him?"
"Me. I guess," a woman said. and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. "Wife draws for her husband." Mr. Summers said. "Don't you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?" Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered.
"Horace's not but sixteen vet." Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. "Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year."
"Right." Sr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, "Watson boy drawing this year?"
A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. "Here," he said. "I m drawing for my mother and me." He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said thin#s like "Good fellow, lack." and "Glad to see your mother's got a man to do it."
"Well," Mr. Summers said, "guess that's everyone. Old Man Warner make it?"
"Here," a voice said. and Mr. Summers nodded.
A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I'll read the names--heads of families first--and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn. Everything clear?"
The people had done it so many times that they only
half listened to the directions: most of them were quiet. wetting
their lips. not looking around. Then Mr. Summers
raised one hand high and said, "
"Allen." Mr. Summers said. "
"Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more." Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row.
"Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."
"Time sure goes fast.-- Mrs. Graves said.
"
"There goes my old man." Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breath while her husband went forward.
"
"We're next." Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came around from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely and selected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small folded papers in their large hand. turning them over and over nervously Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs. Dunbar holding the slip of paper.
"Harburt....
"Get up there, Bill," Mrs. Hutchinson said. and the people near her laughed.
"Jones."
"They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, "that over in the north village they're talking of giving up the lottery."
Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.' First thing you know, we'd all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There's always been a lottery," he added petulantly. "Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking with everybody."
"Some places have already quit lotteries." Mrs. Adams said.
"Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools."
"Martin." And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward. "Overdyke.... Percy."
"I wish they'd hurry," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. "I wish they'd hurry."
"They're almost through," her son said.
"You get ready to run tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said.
Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called, "Warner."
"Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time."
"Watson" The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, "Don't be nervous, Jack," and Mr. Summers said, "Take your time, son."
"Zanini."
After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr. Summers. holding his slip of paper in the air, said, "All right,
fellows." For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of paper were
opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at once, saving. "Who is it?," "Who's got it?," "Is it the
"Go tell your father," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.
People began to look around to see the
"Be a good sport, Tessie." Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs. Graves said, "All of us took the same chance."
"Shut up, Tessie," Bill Hutchinson said.
"Well, everyone," Mr. Summers said, "that was done pretty
fast, and now we've got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time."
He consulted his next list. "Bill," he said, "you draw for the
"There's Don and Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. "Make them take their chance!"
"Daughters draw with their husbands' families, Tessie," Mr. Summers said gently. "You know that as well as anyone else."
"It wasn't fair," Tessie said.
"I guess not, Joe." Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. "My daughter draws with her husband's family; that's only fair. And I've got no other family except the kids."
"Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it's you," Mr. Summers said in explanation, "and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that's you, too. Right?"
"Right," Bill Hutchinson said.
"How many kids, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked formally.
"Three," Bill Hutchinson said.
"There's Bill, Jr., and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie and me."
"All right, then," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you got their tickets back?"
Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. "Put them in the box, then," Mr. Summers directed. "Take Bill's and put it in."
"I think we ought to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. "I tell you it wasn't fair. You didn't give him time enough to choose. Everybody saw that."
Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box. and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground. where the breeze caught them and lifted them off.
"Listen, everybody," Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the people around her.
"Ready, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked. and Bill Hutchinson, with one quick glance around at his wife and children. nodded.
"Remember," Mr. Summers said. "take the slips and keep them folded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little Dave." Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came willingly with him up to the box. "Take a paper out of the box, Davy." Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and laughed. "Take just one paper." Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you hold it for him." Mr. Graves took the child's hand and removed the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave stood next to him and looked up at him wonderingly.
"
"Bill," Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slip of paper in it.
The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, "I hope it's not
"It's not the way it used to be." Old Man Warner said clearly. "People ain't the way they used to be."
"All right," Mr. Summers said. "Open the papers. Harry, you open little Dave's."
Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank. Nancy and Bill. Jr.. opened theirs at the same time. and both beamed and laughed. turning around to the crowd and holding their slips of paper above their heads.
"Tessie," Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summers looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank.
"It's Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. "Show us her paper. Bill."
Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd.
"All right, folks." Mr. Summers said. "Let's finish quickly."
Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."
Mr. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said. gasping for breath. "I can't run at all. You'll have to go ahead and I'll catch up with you."
The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles.
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.
"It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.
Worksheet 7
Director’s Notebook
In preparation for this performance, each group will keep a director’s notebook in which it will record its insights about the delivery of lines, costuming, characterization, staging, music, and set and prop choices.
Required Contents for the Notebook:
Script
- Please use the Dumb and Dumber script as a guide to help you create your own script.
- There are many resources on the Internet to help you with script writing. My favorite site is http://www.absolutewrite.com/screenwriting/screenwriting.htm.
Costumes
- Please create a conceptual costume sketch (one you would wear if you had money)
- Please create the actual costume.
- Use pictures, sketches, or words in this section
Character Analysis
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What does each character want?
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Do the characters’ objectives change in this
scene?
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What is distinctive about the way the character
speaks
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What is your characters sexuality?
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What is your characters view of tolerance?
Staging
- Draw
the set
- Plan
the staging
Set and Props
- List all the things in the classroom you will be using and things you are bringing from home. Please give reasons and explanations here.
Music
- Select appropriate music for the scene or no music at all. Please write an explanation if you’re using music as to what, why, and when.
Worksheet 8
Performance Evaluation
Acting Company Name:
Scene Performed:
CHARACTER PLAYED BY COMMENTS
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To what extent does the performance show Possible Points Points Earned
Careful reading & rehearsal 15
Understanding of the characters 15
Understanding of the plot 15
Understanding of tolerance 15
Well planned movements 15
Well planned set and props 15
Something Extra 10
COMMENTS:
Rubrics for All Grades in this Unit
For the final performance see the performance evaluation sheet. Those 100 points make up 50% of your grade for this unit.
The other 50% is broken down like this:
10% attendance
I would like everyone to be here during this unit because we are watching clips and doing many group activities. I know that things come up. If you are absent please come talk to me and make arrangements to make up your work.
20% blog posts
I am asking you to keep a blog journal for this unit (details to come). If your entries are on time, thoughtful, and every one that was assigned is there, you will get full credit. Each blog entry will not be looked at separately for a grade. The blog will be graded as a whole project.
20% class participation
A lot of this unit is simply talking about the issue of tolerance in reference to film, literature, and society. I except everyone to contribute to the conversations in class and be respectful engaging members during any group work activities.