"At this Moment, I Am"At this moment, I am human. I make mistakes and learn from them it’s as simple as that. In more specific, I am a teenager, and that’s where it begins to get more complicated. With that comes many expectations and responsibilities. From what I’ve heard, in high school you transition from being a kid into a young adult. You start to hear more “Grow up.” and “You’re too young for that.” In my opinion girls have it hard while being a teen. Social media has created the perfect female persona and it is very difficult for most girls to follow. Girls have issues with friends. For some reason we like to create drama and everything. Being a 9th grader I’ve realized that drama is useless and so is holding grudges against people. Once I took note on who my real friends are I quickly moved away from the negative people in my life. I don’t want to be a “bad” friend so I try to be the most honest, trustworthy, loyal one I can be. But sometimes you gotta accept the fact that you can’t be a perfect friend and you always can improve. I think being a human is pretty great, but I am more than just a human. At this moment, I am me.
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This was our very first writing piece in high school. We were just transferred from being in middle school and turning into a young adult. For this writing piece we wrote about how we feel right now being a teenager, new to high school, as a human etc. We did a few revisions and then we print it out, brushed coffee onto the paper to stain it, painted little wooden panels and then glued it onto the wood. We also nailed in four nails just for design and then we attached yarn to it.
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Looking back at my writing piece I was wowed by how much I have grown as a writer. What's great about having this piece is that I am able to look back on how I started as a writer and how I developed my own way/style. What I wish that I would of done is taken more time to think what I really wanted to write about. I ended up just writing a bunch of stuff that didn't really connect for created a really strong ending point. If I would of done that hopefully it would have been ten times better but then again, every writer has to start somewhere.
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Original PoemWeekly Writing #2: Free Verse
Emotions I don’t need someone to say It’s okay Every little thing is going to Be alright. I need someone to say Yes it is okay to be angry, Or upset or anything You’re allowed to have feelings. You are allowed to cry or Be frustrated and yell and, You are also allowed to be happy And be pleased. Because I am human, I make mistakes, a lot of them Then I learn from them and I have emotions that’s the way it goes. j.h. |
First Biographical Article for Book
What We Did:
After we conducted our interview at space for our with our artists we were told to write our first biographical article for our book. Me being in a group of three students including myself I chose to write about the process of an artist specifically Siobhan Arnold. Our interview skills came in very important during this process of writing our article. It was important because if we did not ask the right questions during the interview it was harder for us to write the article. To ask specific questions we emailed our artist follow up questions about our articles.
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Something that I wish I would have done differently would probably be asking her to specific questions to do with the article that I was writing at our first interview. If I would have known what article that I would be braiding it would've been much simpler to ask the artist straightforward for her input on what I should put into the article. Something that I am proud of is how my article sound did so smoothly at the end. I was surprised that I had it in me to write a biographical article that was a really good quality and by not knowing what to expect coming into the project.
Second Biographical Article for Book
What We Did:
After we finished our first biographical article we decided to make a second one so we can have a total of three articles in the book about our artist. I chose to make my second bio graphical article about the overall thought process and design process of the project. I specifically focused on our thoughts and design process of our artists blueprints and sketch of design for her tiny house. We did multiple critiques sessions with in our group and with the help of some of our classmates and we tried to make it the best as possible.
Reflection:
Something that I wish I would have done differently it would probably be keeping notes throughout the project about our groups decisions and why we made those decisions. If I would have done so it would have a much simpler to go back to those notes and type it up in the documents for my second article. Something that I am proud of my in my second article would probably be how I was able to put all of our group member's ideas into an article. overall I really enjoyed writing my two articles because I got to learn a new style of writing.
5 Vignettes
What We Did:
In class we read the book "The House on Mango Street" and were inspired by the author to create our own vignettes. The book showed us that sometimes you have to go back to things in life so you can really appreciate them. We had a packet to complete and we had to choose 5 of them. The vignettes we completed during the reading of the book we would respond to the chapter or chapters we read that day. This helped us try to connect to the piece more. After choosing the 5 we revised them and then compiled them into one document.
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雨林 (Rainforrest)
Droplets form above my upper lip. Sweet sweat swimming together into mini puddles or the earth’s way of crying. Picking up the sound of the near waterfalls to the smell of freshness. Looking up at the palms realizing, this is my happy place. A silent forest, hearing nature's music being made above me. Is this my safe place? Being alone and vulnerable in mother’s hands whispering to me the sweet music? Or is this my fear being alone and vulnerable waiting for the unknown to slowly drown me.
海洋 (Ocean)
The water rolls over me as I dive under. Seeing clearly under, the fishes and shells beneath me. Sitting under for a moment until a wave passes by taking it all in. The warmth of the ocean invites me in deeper and deeper. Being unaware of the dangerous I obey its’ request. The roar of the wave frightens yet soothes me. My fear of drowning will always be there but I still go back every time. Spending hours in the water until I was drained from the sun. The one time view of being on top of the water resting on a board and feeling the warm rain come down. Pink in the sky from the sun setting was as breathtaking as a rainbow that appeared after the rain passed. Looking at the sky made everything so clear as the water. That every rainbow has an end, nothing will last forever.
The Girl Who Cried Theif
I was robbed. They took it, yes they did. My chains of trust turned to ropes and is being torn to shreds. The knifes in my back go deeper and deeper making me weaker and weaker. My eyes nearly blind by the tears filling waiting to pour out. The one thing I wished never to happen came true. I was robbed. They took it, yes they did. The hole in my chest and the knives were proof. I was speechless as if they sewn my lips shut with all their lies they fed to me. They played with me, their voodoo doll by torturing until I broke. Now they will find a new toy to have some fun with. I was robbed. They took it, yes they did. They stabbed me in the back then apologized and I believed it. My heart was stolen and now is broken.
I Have Changed
I’m sorry mommy, I didn’t mean to grow up. I’ll always be your little girl you that you kissed the boo boos on my knees to the girl who you bought her first heals for. I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to grow up. I’ll still be your princess, your guitarist in the back seat to your little fighter teaching me self defense. I’m sorry to all my friends that I could only see, I didn’t mean to grow up. I’ll always try to visit you time to time, me the captain on our pirate ship to the cop to your robber. Most importantly I’m sorry older self, I didn’t mean to grow up. I know I didn’t do everything you wished for me to do. Give your future little ones that pleasure of exploring their imagination.
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Her. Her giggles who fill the room with smiles. The confusion between the shower and the pool made us laugh. After dinner dancing tired her and then passed along many goodnights. She whispers “Come” to me showing me that she wanted to play. Her crazy hair as wild and she is. She’s still the same. The tube in her stomach doesn’t stop her from playing. The numbness in her feet doesn’t stop her from running. The hair she has lost doesn’t make her different. The overnight stays are tiring but yet she is still herself. The hospital tag around her wrist won’t define her. Chemo treatments isn’t going to stop this four almost five year old from being her. She’s strong and a fighter.
Reflection:
Unfortunately during the pockets of multiple vignettes we wrote to correspond with a chapter in the book I did not put as much effort as I probably should of. This decision of me not trying caused me to rewrite five new vignettes with in the time we were assigned the task to compile it into a document to the day that it was due. Surprisingly I am yet grateful that I was able to rewrite these mean yes because at the end I am very proud of them. Out of all the writing assignments I was told to do this year this would probably be my favorite.
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Original Sharkespearean Sonnet
What We Did:
Before we got into Shakespeare's play of "Romeo and Juliet", we learned about the way he writes. We learned about I am iambic pentameter, we learned about how many lines are in a sonnet and we were assigned it to create our own. The task was to write about something to do with love. I decided to write about someone very close to me that I do in fact love. After writing the first draft the her whole class did a critique session with three different class members. This allowed other sets of eyes that see our work and point out some flaws in it or things that we could make better and it totally helped.
"Dumbo"
First I’ll acknowledge all my love for you
You make my heart race and my eyes dilate
That’s what I will confess I swear it’s true
Always’d admired you but I had to wait.
In your arms feeling so vulnerable
At our first kiss, our eyes, each other's lips
And since then you are irresistible
I love all of you to your fingertips.
All times with you are ones to remember
Nothing in between no mountain nor sea
We have been together since December
You make me so happy you are the key.
And my love for you is high never low
You are my best friend, lover and dumbo.
You make my heart race and my eyes dilate
That’s what I will confess I swear it’s true
Always’d admired you but I had to wait.
In your arms feeling so vulnerable
At our first kiss, our eyes, each other's lips
And since then you are irresistible
I love all of you to your fingertips.
All times with you are ones to remember
Nothing in between no mountain nor sea
We have been together since December
You make me so happy you are the key.
And my love for you is high never low
You are my best friend, lover and dumbo.
Reflection:
Honestly the period of time we learned about Shakespeare and his style of writing/his work it was my favorite time in humanities. Learning about the way he writes and how it brings a set of tone it to his sonnets and his plays really opened my eyes about how the Elizabethan English sounded and how amazing his work was/is. This being the first time I ever learned about a sonnets and got a chance to write one I am very proud on how it turned out. Sonnets are a fun way to express some sort of feeling you have or even the story. A challenge that I have probably be getting started just because I was worrying about the number of syllables in the rhyme scheme in the sonnet. Once I got it down and it was pretty simple and I hope to write more.