Wednesday, January 10, 2018

2018 One Word

     For an assignment, Mrs. Edlin challenged us to pick one word that we value. One word to keep our minds out of the gutter, to make this year a good one. Everyone all chose words important to them. I chose "allow".
     This is an odd word, but it does have meaning to me. This year, I'm going to allow myself to do a lot of things. I'm going to allow myself to cry, to ask questions, to talk to people, to try new things. Every year before, It's always gone to the dirt. I hold myself back from doing a lot of things. I force myself to keep everything inside, because I just shouldn't be allowed to talk sometimes. But saying things can get my into a better place. A better head-space, and maybe a better physical place.
     I'm going to allow myself to let things go, to forgive myself and others for wrongdoings. Allow myself to really show love, to really let people know that I need them. That's going to take a lot of work, but I'm going to try.
     A big trait of mine is apprehension. I never want to try things, in case I get hurt or, God forbid, embarrass myself. My whole perspective of being alive is shame. I base myself on who I am to avoid being ashamed. But who cares, right? Who cares if I can't catch one pass or don't throw the ball hard enough. Now that I type it out, these huge problems sound meager.
     I'm going to allow myself to be the person I want to be. I'm going to allow myself to make mistakes. New year, same old mistakes. Let's handle them better.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

To Kil A Mockingbird

    To be honest, at first I thought I would like the To Kill A Mockingbird movie more than the book. But now that we're done with both, I love the book a hundred times more. Both of them had the lovely main characters, but the movie cut out a sad amount! They got rid of a lot of heartwarming (and heartwrenching) scenes. Of course, they both had the court case, but Tom's death came at the wrong time. Atticus didn't ask Jem where his pants were, and it didn't even include the ladies' meeting! I understand that they'd have to cut out some parts of the book, but they made it seem like there was no relationship between the kids and Boo. It would've put five more seconds in the movie to have Boo laugh at Scout in the tire, and ten more seconds for the kids to react.
     I knew the movie was going to be a disappointment. They always are! The characters were totally wrong- Scout's hair was way too neat, and Dill looked like a little monkey. Jem was the only accurate character. I did like how... nevermind. I hated the movie.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

DWA Publishing 1st Quarter

DWA from 9/25
What upsets me is liars. You get what you get. If you feel like you have to lie to make people like you, then you should probably change how you are. If people find out you're lying, then they'll probably stop liking you. The lie you make up to cover yourself can only make you seem worse. I'd rather be friends with someone that's boring than someone that's boring and lies about who they are. This conflicts with other stuff that I've said, because I personally think it's okay to lie if it's going to protect you. But lying to cover up something stupid is, well, stupid. If you lie to get out of hanging out with someone, that's okay. A bit rude, but okay. But if you lie to make people think you're a saint, uh, NEWSFLASH! You are not a saint. I'm also going to throw out that I hate rumor starters, tomatoes, and people that walk slow/stop in the hallway. Have fun being late! Now let me through. I also hate ASMR (aka Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response) because if you've ever listened to it, you'll know how awful it is. It's supposed to trigger the release of serotonin and melatonin, to give you "happy shivers" and help you sleep. ASMR sounds can range from foam crushing, whispering, clicking of a pen, silverware clinking, crunching, playing with slime, or the absolute worst, mouth noises. You can find a horrendous range of AMSR video topics online. It's stupidly popular. One of my friends loves it, and she plays is whenever I'm trying to sleep at her house. When she's pressing her phone's speaker to my ear through four blankets, I really wanna slap her. Fistfight ASMR!

DWA from 9/27
I hear this question a lot: what is the difference between a house and a home? It's never been a confusing question for me. I can go literal or poetic. House has five letters: two consonants, three vowels, while home has four letters: two consonants, two vowels. A house is somewhere you live, while a home is somewhere you love. A house is shelter, while a home is a shelter you know. My house is a home. I love my home! I feel safer there than anywhere else. It's my space. A home can be my family, or a home can be a house I trust. My friend's houses are homes because I've spent plenty of time there. I know where all the rooms are, I know where I can and can't go. Homes don't hold any surprises. Let's say I went to the White House. It would absolutely not be a home to me. I'm one of those kids that don't care at all what the White House looks like because I know I'll never ever have to go in/near it. Because of that, I have no idea what the White House looks like. I don't know where the bathrooms are, I don't know what rooms I can't go in, and I definitely don't want to go anywhere near our president. 

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Words of Wisdom

Doing this project kind of taught me about what people value, and what they pay attention to. A lot of the ages surprised me, too.

Friday, March 17, 2017

National History Day Self Reflection

       For National History Day, my group made our project on Nelson Mandela, the first black president of South Africa. He stood for equal rights for both black and white people in his home country, seeing as people of color were widely considered the "dirty citizens." Here is a link to the information we put on our board.
       I like the way our board looked (probably because I did most of it.) Our papers were neatly backed, and we had a handful of good sized pictures. Our exhibit's background was neat, too, and I'm not just saying that because I painted it. It's neat, organized, and not too ugly.
       I'd say the most interesting thing I learned was that even though colored people were the natives of South Africa, they were still being discriminated. White people seem to leave a hate-fueled path everywhere. The Native Americans went through the same thing that the South African natives did, except the hatred towards South Africans subsided much later. It really caught my attention because we, as humans, are really, really sucky. Most of us hate people just because they've been more exposed to the sun.
       The hardest part of this project was doing the stupid bibliography. I've hated bibliographies in the past, but now, since I had to ANNOTATE THEM, I despise them. It's frustrating and time consuming and so EXTRA. It's like, okay, we used this website- now WHY did we use this website? Okay, we got facts from it. That's... it. We had to expand "we got facts from it" to four whole sentences. And I still barely understand primary and secondary sources. They're just... sources. Words and pictures. Big deal.
       I improved as a learner because this project showed me that sometimes, you really can have too much facts. We barely avoided the 500 word limit. I also learned all sorts of fancy project terms, and how to make it seem like I'm NOT stressing when really I have mascara and tears running down my face constantly. This project was very, very hard to do, and now that I'm done with it, a simple slideshow seems like child's play.
       Between now and History Day, I'd like to improve some of the things on our board. Our title is very crooked, and some of our placements are... questionable. I'm not saying our board is ugly, I'm just saying she has a few issues. We all have quirks.
       When it comes to this whole project, I'm proud of not just how hard my group worked, but how hard every group worked. We all made it through this. Everyone worked incredibly hard (with only a few distractions) and we're all done.
       Our project relates to the History Day theme (taking a stand in history) because Nelson Mandela stood for the rights of his people. We worked incredibly hard, and protested peacefully. He didn't bring out any weapons, and still managed to put an end to the hateful government. He's still an icon of peace, power, and inspiration.
       To future students that have to do this project, please don't mess around (too much.) You'll put your sanity and Mrs. Edlin's sanity at stake. And if you're doing am exhibit, don't buy a tiny, trashy board from Walmart the day you need to have your painted board at school. Don't follow in our footsteps.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Shakespeare Reflection

       When I'd first learned that we were doing a Shakespeare unit, I groaned and said, "Time to learn about an old dead guy that every teacher loves!" The first few days were terrifying. Words like thy or to't confused and angered me. But as the days went by, I gathered a love for the way that he wrote. Reading Taming of the Shrew really gave me an idea of what I was missing out on. With Mrs. Edlin's description,  I came to love and sympathize with the characters.
       Reading the book, I couldn't really tell if Kate was tamed or not. In my opinion, I feel like you can't really tame anyone. But she changed her view on things, and learned to accept and care. I feel like Petruchio and Kate loved each other in a way, but it was a damaged way. Their relationship wasn't really ideal (or "goals" as the cool kids say.) I don't want a partner that starves me or rips my clothes. Money is tight, dude, get your paws off.
      Learning about Shakespeare's First Folio really gave me an idea of what life was really like back then. Today, if someone buys a $200 book, it's treasured and cherished. Locked in a glass case, forbidden to be touched. Back then, they were written in, due to lack of paper. They were still loved; but today we have an abundance of paper, right at our fingertips. A luxury item then is basically a trash item now.
       Shakespearean insults are kind of not insulting. In their glory days, they were like any insult. Now, they're nonsense. Take clack dish, for example. If I screamed at someone calling them a clack dish, I'd be put in a straight jacket.
       Different people have different opinions. I feel like Shakespeare is still popular because his work is so heavily stereotyped. People mock, using thy and thoust as joke material, but Shakespeare's work is genius. He wrote so much in so little time, and I can't even text back. If you really try and understand what hes wrote, you can connect with the characters. Plus, it's fun to read out loud.