lord of the flies
december 5th 1.5 hours
The hate list
december 4th 1 hour
Total 150 mins
Monday, December 9, 2013
writing center
I didn't ever go to the writing center. I think thats all it said to write so... yeah.
"day in the life"
Normal day, well it depends on if a normal day is a monday or a Wednesday. Then tuesday and friday are the same as wednesday and thursday is like a monday, and well weekends have a norm that usual merges together.
Only difference between the mondays and wednesdays is how early I get up. Mondays its four a.m. for swim practice, and the other days, well I get two more hours of sleep.
Swim practice before school is actually crossfit, there's swimming involved but usually I have to get ready for school before then. For that we have a coach, who my parents used to joke was a figment of my imagination, because the only time anyone sees him is at practice and usually the swimmers and our swim coach, Jeannine are the only ones up.
He enjoys making comments like, "If you pass out you can go home." He also gave us all nicknames when he started coaching us. The nicknames are things like; Sleepy, Rich kid, Punky bruster, New York, Big country, my people, beast mode, denim... I had a nickname at some point but then I think Jeannine told him I didn't think he knew my actual name and he started calling me Bailey.
So thats crossfit, and then well, I go home and grab my back pack my sister is usually ready by then, and then school, which is a pretty well known drill.
Classes, break, Classes, Lunch, Classes
And so the school day is over.
After school my mom picks me up, and usually we're very close to being late to swim practice, which unnerves me (being late). I grab my equipment bag, change into my practice suit and go sit on the mats with my team.
Practice.
My shoulder starts to hurt to a point where my coach either makes me get out or kick.
Practice is over, and I either ride home with my parents.
Dinner.
Then by this time it's almost nine and all I have done of my homework is what I did at tutorial, and on mondays and thursdays, I usually begin to find it exceptionally difficult to stay awake, but alas, I have homework from 6 classes and I go to sleep from anywhere from 12 to 1 a.m.
Only difference between the mondays and wednesdays is how early I get up. Mondays its four a.m. for swim practice, and the other days, well I get two more hours of sleep.
Swim practice before school is actually crossfit, there's swimming involved but usually I have to get ready for school before then. For that we have a coach, who my parents used to joke was a figment of my imagination, because the only time anyone sees him is at practice and usually the swimmers and our swim coach, Jeannine are the only ones up.
He enjoys making comments like, "If you pass out you can go home." He also gave us all nicknames when he started coaching us. The nicknames are things like; Sleepy, Rich kid, Punky bruster, New York, Big country, my people, beast mode, denim... I had a nickname at some point but then I think Jeannine told him I didn't think he knew my actual name and he started calling me Bailey.
So thats crossfit, and then well, I go home and grab my back pack my sister is usually ready by then, and then school, which is a pretty well known drill.
Classes, break, Classes, Lunch, Classes
And so the school day is over.
After school my mom picks me up, and usually we're very close to being late to swim practice, which unnerves me (being late). I grab my equipment bag, change into my practice suit and go sit on the mats with my team.
Practice.
My shoulder starts to hurt to a point where my coach either makes me get out or kick.
Practice is over, and I either ride home with my parents.
Dinner.
Then by this time it's almost nine and all I have done of my homework is what I did at tutorial, and on mondays and thursdays, I usually begin to find it exceptionally difficult to stay awake, but alas, I have homework from 6 classes and I go to sleep from anywhere from 12 to 1 a.m.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
reading times thanksgiving break
Nov 27-
Lord of the flies 30 mins
Nov 30-
Lord of the flies- 3 hours
210 mins total
Lord of the flies 30 mins
Nov 30-
Lord of the flies- 3 hours
210 mins total
Monday, November 18, 2013
Visualizing a race: sorry I write a lot
"Visualization"
Not long ago a boy in my group at TAQ gave his talk about it, and how he thinks it works. I just told a story of how I became a swimmer and whats happened since.
The boy talked about how it didn't matter what song, or what race, if he listened and closed his eyes to picture the race, it would go well.
This comes from one of the fastest year-round swimmers in the state.
He played a song. I don't remember what song. I've heard it on the radio at practice, but I don't listen to the radio anywhere else. He made us close our eyes, and then a bunch of us decided to lay down. The speakers were not cheap, and they were the opposite of quiet. So I did what he said and envisioned a race.
True, I already do this at every meet, but it really captured an essence in that moment.
Coming up in, oh 40 hours is the state meet. Why don't we see if I can get a race into words. Which race should I do? I'm swimming the 200 free, 500 free, and two relays. I'm expected to get second in both behind the same junior in both races who is a year-round coach's daughter, who is going to break the state records by a lot. Ok, I'm going to do the 500. I swim this race only once, on thursday (finals).
20 laps, I am going to be in lane 5, next to the junior. Swimmers in the finals (top 8) go to a ready room before the race. The top seat picks a song that everyone walks up to the blocks with. They announce the names, and schools cheer for their swimmers. Someone will be counting for me, sticking a number into the pool so I don't have to worry about mixing up numbers. So lets begin.
I'm in the ready room. I was sitting but who can do that anymore, the race is next. I've written my name on the chair, and now I stand in my black tiger aquatics parka ( michael phelps wears one for reference, its extremely warm and just amazing) I'm wearing my tech suit (suit that goes to the knees, costs $250-550, and takes 30 mins to an hour to get on), and I'm stretching, jumping up and down and swinging my arms around. The music starts. Lane 1 walks out and we follow in a line. I shrug off my parka and throw it on a bleacher. I put my goggles on and stare at the setting water. "In lane 8 ----" *cheering* "lane 1---" and so on. "In lane 5, Bailey --- from -----"... "and your top seed for the girls 500 yard freestyle, Victoria ---- from -----"
*long whistle*
We get onto the blocks, some people get into a starting position, but I don't, it messes with blood flow you need when you dive. "take your marks"
*hideous sound I can't even come up with something to say here*
And we're in the water. As expected, Victoria is sprinting. But I can't race her, I'd die off. Swim my own race, which is still sprinting, just not quite so fast. No number on the first lap, not that it matters until the last lap though. I count by 50 yards. 10x 50s. Ten is easier to think about then 20. The beeping of a pacer rings in my ear, oh god I hope its fast enough. As the number gets higher and higher, I do something almost no one else can. I get increasingly faster. Only way to tell your not dying is to give enough effort to be as good or better than you started. I get closer and closer to the end and I just swim as fast as I can, I won't actually die, and if I have anything left after the race and I'm not happy with my time, well thats a lot of negative thinking for the relays. At this point it doesn't matter where anyone in the race is, only me, and on my last 50, my brain knows its almost over and decides to start feeling exhausted, but I ignore it and drive myself into the wall, and gasp for air and lay on the wall until I decide to look at the score board to find -
Not long ago a boy in my group at TAQ gave his talk about it, and how he thinks it works. I just told a story of how I became a swimmer and whats happened since.
The boy talked about how it didn't matter what song, or what race, if he listened and closed his eyes to picture the race, it would go well.
This comes from one of the fastest year-round swimmers in the state.
He played a song. I don't remember what song. I've heard it on the radio at practice, but I don't listen to the radio anywhere else. He made us close our eyes, and then a bunch of us decided to lay down. The speakers were not cheap, and they were the opposite of quiet. So I did what he said and envisioned a race.
True, I already do this at every meet, but it really captured an essence in that moment.
Coming up in, oh 40 hours is the state meet. Why don't we see if I can get a race into words. Which race should I do? I'm swimming the 200 free, 500 free, and two relays. I'm expected to get second in both behind the same junior in both races who is a year-round coach's daughter, who is going to break the state records by a lot. Ok, I'm going to do the 500. I swim this race only once, on thursday (finals).
20 laps, I am going to be in lane 5, next to the junior. Swimmers in the finals (top 8) go to a ready room before the race. The top seat picks a song that everyone walks up to the blocks with. They announce the names, and schools cheer for their swimmers. Someone will be counting for me, sticking a number into the pool so I don't have to worry about mixing up numbers. So lets begin.
I'm in the ready room. I was sitting but who can do that anymore, the race is next. I've written my name on the chair, and now I stand in my black tiger aquatics parka ( michael phelps wears one for reference, its extremely warm and just amazing) I'm wearing my tech suit (suit that goes to the knees, costs $250-550, and takes 30 mins to an hour to get on), and I'm stretching, jumping up and down and swinging my arms around. The music starts. Lane 1 walks out and we follow in a line. I shrug off my parka and throw it on a bleacher. I put my goggles on and stare at the setting water. "In lane 8 ----" *cheering* "lane 1---" and so on. "In lane 5, Bailey --- from -----"... "and your top seed for the girls 500 yard freestyle, Victoria ---- from -----"
*long whistle*
We get onto the blocks, some people get into a starting position, but I don't, it messes with blood flow you need when you dive. "take your marks"
*hideous sound I can't even come up with something to say here*
And we're in the water. As expected, Victoria is sprinting. But I can't race her, I'd die off. Swim my own race, which is still sprinting, just not quite so fast. No number on the first lap, not that it matters until the last lap though. I count by 50 yards. 10x 50s. Ten is easier to think about then 20. The beeping of a pacer rings in my ear, oh god I hope its fast enough. As the number gets higher and higher, I do something almost no one else can. I get increasingly faster. Only way to tell your not dying is to give enough effort to be as good or better than you started. I get closer and closer to the end and I just swim as fast as I can, I won't actually die, and if I have anything left after the race and I'm not happy with my time, well thats a lot of negative thinking for the relays. At this point it doesn't matter where anyone in the race is, only me, and on my last 50, my brain knows its almost over and decides to start feeling exhausted, but I ignore it and drive myself into the wall, and gasp for air and lay on the wall until I decide to look at the score board to find -
Anomaly... ok I'll take it
How do you look at stereotypes and how do they affect you?
Stereotypes. See the thing about these classifications is that when a person thinks they "belong" with people that could be seen as a stereotype, or decide to shape their personality to one because its "cool". I see the stereotypes, I hang out with people that shape themselves to them, and yeah my friends are awesome and I think plenty of people are "cool". However, thats what confuses my friends about me. I don't want to be "cool" I want to be me. So what if I like that shirt, or that band? Yeah, I do have very weird combinations of music. But because I have three my chemical romance shirts doesn't mean I wear all black and dye my hair. I went to a Mumford and sons concert a couple of months ago, which was absolutely amazing, and my friend and I were probably the only ones not wearing a headband across our foreheads or high-waisted shorts.
Sometimes I wonder what "stereotype" people see me as. After halloween my friend's boyfriend had a fight with his friend because he hung out with her and "her goth friends" I heard that and kinda sat there for a second. "but I am not goth." I can see him thinking the other person there was but not really me. My friend assured me I'm not and said it was because the kid only met me at a halloween party which is very understandable. So I thought some more and then started asking people what they thought about what "stereotype" I classify under. One said anomaly, another unique, and the other just couldn't come up with a word until she said trippy, which is a word I have taken to using on occasion.
Back to explain the whole, "I don't want to be cool" thing. First of all, if everyone is cool then no one is. Kinda like in the incredibles, "and when everyone's super, no one will be." So being cool is the "normal" and well if being normal means giving up things I like, things I like to do, ideas I have, etc. just to be a part of a stereotype is it really worth it?
And then theres the people that get confused by this, "Oh she's just trying to be cool by saying she doesn't want to be." Ok. If you think that, good for you. Your probably wasting time being negative about it though, judging people doesn't actually make a difference unless you say something to someone that has potential to be hurt by what you say.
"When you showed me myself, I became someone else"
- Michael Stipe and Chris Martin In the sun
Don't tell someone your opinion on what they are, especially if its biased on whats "cool". The best thing in the world is if someone can have a dream for their life and chase it, no matter how far away or different.
And wow that turned out way different then expected, and no this isn't a life lesson, and you don't have to take this personally. Just my personal view of the world.
Stereotypes. See the thing about these classifications is that when a person thinks they "belong" with people that could be seen as a stereotype, or decide to shape their personality to one because its "cool". I see the stereotypes, I hang out with people that shape themselves to them, and yeah my friends are awesome and I think plenty of people are "cool". However, thats what confuses my friends about me. I don't want to be "cool" I want to be me. So what if I like that shirt, or that band? Yeah, I do have very weird combinations of music. But because I have three my chemical romance shirts doesn't mean I wear all black and dye my hair. I went to a Mumford and sons concert a couple of months ago, which was absolutely amazing, and my friend and I were probably the only ones not wearing a headband across our foreheads or high-waisted shorts.
Sometimes I wonder what "stereotype" people see me as. After halloween my friend's boyfriend had a fight with his friend because he hung out with her and "her goth friends" I heard that and kinda sat there for a second. "but I am not goth." I can see him thinking the other person there was but not really me. My friend assured me I'm not and said it was because the kid only met me at a halloween party which is very understandable. So I thought some more and then started asking people what they thought about what "stereotype" I classify under. One said anomaly, another unique, and the other just couldn't come up with a word until she said trippy, which is a word I have taken to using on occasion.
Back to explain the whole, "I don't want to be cool" thing. First of all, if everyone is cool then no one is. Kinda like in the incredibles, "and when everyone's super, no one will be." So being cool is the "normal" and well if being normal means giving up things I like, things I like to do, ideas I have, etc. just to be a part of a stereotype is it really worth it?
And then theres the people that get confused by this, "Oh she's just trying to be cool by saying she doesn't want to be." Ok. If you think that, good for you. Your probably wasting time being negative about it though, judging people doesn't actually make a difference unless you say something to someone that has potential to be hurt by what you say.
"When you showed me myself, I became someone else"
- Michael Stipe and Chris Martin In the sun
Don't tell someone your opinion on what they are, especially if its biased on whats "cool". The best thing in the world is if someone can have a dream for their life and chase it, no matter how far away or different.
And wow that turned out way different then expected, and no this isn't a life lesson, and you don't have to take this personally. Just my personal view of the world.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
free post
State. Ok well Bailey you need to calm down. This is your fourth high school state meet, and your fourteenth state meet. Yes you are racing someone faster than you, who happens to be 2-3 years older than you, and the daughter of a year-round coach. Yes, you will get second no matter what you do. So what are you worried about? Times? You will be upset about your time even if you make sectionals so your just making it worse. Your art teacher could tell theres something wrong, but its not state is it? So what is it?
Ok sorry that was my train of thought... So yeah state is in a week and I have no reason to stress about it and if I really think about it thats not what it is. Something else is bothering me and I don't even know what it is. My life is actually imploding right now. I know I need to figure out what it is thats messing with me and fix it... But I don't know how.
reading times this week and last week if thats not too late
the hate list:
1 hour 10/28
1 hour 10/30
30 mins 11/1
total- 150 mins
The hate list-
15 mins 11/6
the Lord of the flies
30 mins- 11/8
1 hour and 30 mins 11/10
total- 135 mins
1 hour 10/28
1 hour 10/30
30 mins 11/1
total- 150 mins
The hate list-
15 mins 11/6
the Lord of the flies
30 mins- 11/8
1 hour and 30 mins 11/10
total- 135 mins
island activity
I'm not really sure how this would have played out in real life, but I am sure I would have gotten frustrated and wandered off way before anyone could get organized and calm down. Probably people would argue enough to get exhausted until they finally just figure something out so they can calm down and find food and somewhere to sleep.
I really think after they pulled it together they could come up with a good system, but by then I wouldn't even get involved because I would basically tell myself they don't need or want my help. I mean I would go back and do what they told me, but I wouldn't try and change anything. I think that some people will still think they are right about something that isn't being done, and some that complain constantly about the situation they are in. Some people would try and make it appear as if they know more about something like camp fires and such when they are really just trying to appear valuable and in charge of a situation.
I really think after they pulled it together they could come up with a good system, but by then I wouldn't even get involved because I would basically tell myself they don't need or want my help. I mean I would go back and do what they told me, but I wouldn't try and change anything. I think that some people will still think they are right about something that isn't being done, and some that complain constantly about the situation they are in. Some people would try and make it appear as if they know more about something like camp fires and such when they are really just trying to appear valuable and in charge of a situation.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Free post
Its been such a long time... the past sometimes becomes more beautiful as it creeps slowly back. You remember happiness that wasn't there...
The music before, it was more than that. More than the music. Theres a time when the music makes you feel something, something so deep, it makes your heart ache. Closing your eyes you tried to reach it, and every time it stopped you kept up with it. When that happens; when the music stops but its somehow still there, like roots in the atmosphere around you, that atmosphere is as beautiful as the music. It seems so dazzling, thinking about it now. The fire, the movies, the pictures, the games, the conversation. It seems to all be too perfect, like something that was never there.
This time, there hasn't been enough time to stain what happened. It wasn't perfect, nothing will ever be perfect. But it was brilliant. Though the music has ended, as all music does, maybe its time to find that music again, or maybe whats done is done. Sure, not everyone came, yes the pictures were sometimes blurry, but I wouldn't change anything. The people were all brilliant, no one to spoil the games. The photo shoot was genius, the pictures holding those small moments in time. The movie was amazing. Even if the windows weren't all closed we locked the doors. Forget it demons, you aren't aloud to see this horror film. The fire was amazing. Even though it wasn't freezing, the marshmellows still got roasted. And at the end of the day, it was a marvel that I won't ever forget, but somehow, memory and pictures can't bring it back quite yet.
Until the next... or the closest thing to it.
The music before, it was more than that. More than the music. Theres a time when the music makes you feel something, something so deep, it makes your heart ache. Closing your eyes you tried to reach it, and every time it stopped you kept up with it. When that happens; when the music stops but its somehow still there, like roots in the atmosphere around you, that atmosphere is as beautiful as the music. It seems so dazzling, thinking about it now. The fire, the movies, the pictures, the games, the conversation. It seems to all be too perfect, like something that was never there.
This time, there hasn't been enough time to stain what happened. It wasn't perfect, nothing will ever be perfect. But it was brilliant. Though the music has ended, as all music does, maybe its time to find that music again, or maybe whats done is done. Sure, not everyone came, yes the pictures were sometimes blurry, but I wouldn't change anything. The people were all brilliant, no one to spoil the games. The photo shoot was genius, the pictures holding those small moments in time. The movie was amazing. Even if the windows weren't all closed we locked the doors. Forget it demons, you aren't aloud to see this horror film. The fire was amazing. Even though it wasn't freezing, the marshmellows still got roasted. And at the end of the day, it was a marvel that I won't ever forget, but somehow, memory and pictures can't bring it back quite yet.
Until the next... or the closest thing to it.
reading response
In two of the short stories I read, it showed things about state of mind. In one, the man's imagination comes up with an illusion of false hope. In the other, a old lady struggles from memory loss and seeing people that aren't there. These things are always interesting, and I think you need to assume these are just things that the brain did for some form of reason however distorted. I think I might be able to write about that, it could be arguable how logical the brain's thinking is in certain situations, whether it is functioning properly or if its a defect. Also if the brain is actually taking in everything, but ignoring or abstracting the reality. In one of the stories the words death, dead, and dying are used often, but it is so easily excused. Also in the other story the man is being hanged, and he senses the solemness of the event, yet he daydreams about a bizarre and impossible escape.
The hate list:
45 minutes
1 hour
20 minutes
125 mins
The hate list:
45 minutes
1 hour
20 minutes
125 mins
Sunday, October 13, 2013
reading times
the house of hades:
10/8- 1and a half hours
10/9-3 hours
10/10- 2 hours
(another cliffhanger and the next release in a year! some people...)
The hate list:
10/7- 15 mins
total- 285 mins
10/8- 1and a half hours
10/9-3 hours
10/10- 2 hours
(another cliffhanger and the next release in a year! some people...)
The hate list:
10/7- 15 mins
total- 285 mins
Monday, October 7, 2013
reading log
the hate list:
October 4th- 1 hour
October 5th- 1 hour
Short story-
(Because I spent more time on it then I was required)
October 6th- 45 minutes
165 minutes
October 4th- 1 hour
October 5th- 1 hour
Short story-
(Because I spent more time on it then I was required)
October 6th- 45 minutes
165 minutes
Monday, September 30, 2013
A&P and reading
While reading this story, I'm not sure I had any clue what was going on. The way it was written didn't get me to read it in depth enough to attempt and look into 'why'. I thought some of it was highly unnecessary, or confusing, such as writing out every thing on a certain aisle, and the part where Sammy and Stokesie are supposed to be joking. I could picture the store, in part because I know what a grocery store is like, and in part that I knew that Sammy stayed in the same place and what it was he could and couldn't see from where he was, and the way he talked about the people in the store, as well as the store itself was good at showing his point of view and how that translates to the actual situation in the store. What I guess was the climax, when Sammy quit, I still don't understand what the logic is in it. There could be so many reasons for someone to quit, but for someone to quit their only job in the summer, while still living with their parents, and use the reason that the manager treat some girls wrong, which I also don't understand the problem, because if I was a manager of a store and people came in just wearing bathing suits, I would probably ask them to leave too. I hope that covers the prompt.
Reading:
the hate list: 3 and a half hours
short stories: 30 mins
my short story: 15 mins
4 hours and 14 mins
Reading:
the hate list: 3 and a half hours
short stories: 30 mins
my short story: 15 mins
4 hours and 14 mins
My short story:
Exposition:
The setting is in a hospital
situation/climate is that Victoria is witnessing herself dying, she thinks its cold, and the atmosphere is busy and distracted, though Victoria would do anything to be distracted from what is going on
Conflict:
Victoria vs. her death and what she will remember
Rising action:
- the doctors and nurses burst in and cause a scene and then wheel a hospital bed out of the room
- Victoria realizes whats happening and chases them
- Doctors talking before they enter the room
Climax:
-Victoria dies
Falling action:
- she doesn't remember who she is or where she is. She has no idea the girl in the hospital bed is her. She hears the doctors talk about calling the girl's parents, and becomes very sad that this girl was so obviously alone and there is no one to remember her story but the doctors.
Resolution:
- She is suddenly in a dark room where she feels as though she is in a therapy session, a stranger asks her about the scene she just saw. She expresses how sad she is that no one is there to really remember. The stranger thinks for a while then asks if she could be the one to remember, if it was something she would do. She expresses a future knowledge that it is a burden she should not have to bear, one that will one day crush her.
The setting is in a hospital
situation/climate is that Victoria is witnessing herself dying, she thinks its cold, and the atmosphere is busy and distracted, though Victoria would do anything to be distracted from what is going on
Conflict:
Victoria vs. her death and what she will remember
Rising action:
- the doctors and nurses burst in and cause a scene and then wheel a hospital bed out of the room
- Victoria realizes whats happening and chases them
- Doctors talking before they enter the room
Climax:
-Victoria dies
Falling action:
- she doesn't remember who she is or where she is. She has no idea the girl in the hospital bed is her. She hears the doctors talk about calling the girl's parents, and becomes very sad that this girl was so obviously alone and there is no one to remember her story but the doctors.
Resolution:
- She is suddenly in a dark room where she feels as though she is in a therapy session, a stranger asks her about the scene she just saw. She expresses how sad she is that no one is there to really remember. The stranger thinks for a while then asks if she could be the one to remember, if it was something she would do. She expresses a future knowledge that it is a burden she should not have to bear, one that will one day crush her.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
reading times: 9/22
The hate list:
1hour 45minutes
Short stories:
30 minutes
Beautiful chaos:
20 minutes
195 minutes total
1hour 45minutes
Short stories:
30 minutes
Beautiful chaos:
20 minutes
195 minutes total
The Hate List
Okay so this book is about a school shooting... I pray that nothing exactly like this has ever happened, two people just talking and thinking that they understand what the other is thinking, and that one of them thinks its that he should shoot a bunch of people because they don't like them. I mean you have to be kinda off to think that when someone says they hate someone, and says things they don't mean, to think they do mean them, and to decide to kill people because of it... But also if the gunman was always kinda obvious of his intentions, WHY wouldn't you say something to them or anyone?
So far in the book I feel like they plan on showing her in the present, then adding flash backs every time something relevant pops up, and I'm confused about what it is that the plot in the story will be after they finish explaining what we already know about.
So far in the book I feel like they plan on showing her in the present, then adding flash backs every time something relevant pops up, and I'm confused about what it is that the plot in the story will be after they finish explaining what we already know about.
what my short story character thinks about before she falls asleep
Well, in all actuality, my character doesn't get to sleep, so this is just what she would be thinking about if she did.
Did it really have to have taken so long for that one to finish? No, thats not right, I shouldn't think like that. All that matters is that I have his story written down. His legacy is more important then getting to sleep. Oh, but I need to, I feel like the father of that girl the other day, too busy with work to get home in time to save her.
I wonder what my parents were like. Were they there when I died? My first assignment, the one that I didn't get to get the story, the girl died and the hospital didn't call them until after. It bugs me that I never heard her story. I wonder if anyone did? Did she die and become lost? One of the ones no one remembers? Poor girl.
Wait. Is there even anyone else like me? Am I the only one that remembers stories? No, that can't be, too many people would be lost.
Lost. I wonder if theres a song called that... If its anything like it really is... being lost... like me... never going to... remember.
Did it really have to have taken so long for that one to finish? No, thats not right, I shouldn't think like that. All that matters is that I have his story written down. His legacy is more important then getting to sleep. Oh, but I need to, I feel like the father of that girl the other day, too busy with work to get home in time to save her.
I wonder what my parents were like. Were they there when I died? My first assignment, the one that I didn't get to get the story, the girl died and the hospital didn't call them until after. It bugs me that I never heard her story. I wonder if anyone did? Did she die and become lost? One of the ones no one remembers? Poor girl.
Wait. Is there even anyone else like me? Am I the only one that remembers stories? No, that can't be, too many people would be lost.
Lost. I wonder if theres a song called that... If its anything like it really is... being lost... like me... never going to... remember.
Monday, September 16, 2013
reading times: 9/16
literacy narrative:
1 and a half hours 9/11-9/12
Beautiful Chaos:
1 hour 9/11
150 mins total
1 and a half hours 9/11-9/12
Beautiful Chaos:
1 hour 9/11
150 mins total
Ebook
Well seeing that the literacy narratives are mostly revolved around a semi personal to very personal story, I'm not sure how I feel about publishing it. Normally I'm fine with people reading my writing, but normally I write fiction and stuff that isn't ever directly about me. I guess it has to do with my view of art, and I think writing is a type of art. Its a way of expression when talking doesn't work. Going from disguising my point and feelings in something, you have to talk about it in the assignment, and it feels slightly more personal then most other things.
Then about other people reading it, I just hope it makes sense, and no one reads my paper and decides to say something about it that I might hear, or ask a question I might not want to answer. Really, other than that I don't really have any other problems. Also, I feel like pictures can make or break something, and you can more easily break a paper with pictures.
Then about other people reading it, I just hope it makes sense, and no one reads my paper and decides to say something about it that I might hear, or ask a question I might not want to answer. Really, other than that I don't really have any other problems. Also, I feel like pictures can make or break something, and you can more easily break a paper with pictures.
Reading Response: Harrison Bergeron
Well, it started okay. The idea was very creative, and it was written so that you could see what was happening. You can tell that whats going on isn't right, and the people are too confused all the time to notice it. It gets confusing for the reader though, when it mentions a boy being seven feet tall and having to wear metal (is that right?) over 300 pounds of it? It seems impossible, even in the far future. And the noises, yes loud noises can be flustering, but not enough to totally forget your train of thought and what your doing. Especially not that your teenage son just went insane on TV and was shot and killed publicly.
Also, it didn't elaborate on somethings like how they managed to make everyone equal. Did everyone wear masks like the ballerinas? Did everyone wear voice modifiers? Did they rebuild the city so every house is the same? Also, writing a story where everyone is supposed to be the same, what is there to define a character? You can't say, "oh he's the smart one with messy hair" if no one is really aloud to be "smart" or have something someone could make a competition. It just confuses me.
Also, it didn't elaborate on somethings like how they managed to make everyone equal. Did everyone wear masks like the ballerinas? Did everyone wear voice modifiers? Did they rebuild the city so every house is the same? Also, writing a story where everyone is supposed to be the same, what is there to define a character? You can't say, "oh he's the smart one with messy hair" if no one is really aloud to be "smart" or have something someone could make a competition. It just confuses me.
Monday, September 9, 2013
reading times 9/9
Though the Looking Glass:
1.5 hours 9/7
Beautiful Chaos: (Put it down I might read more later)
2 hours 9/5
210 minutes total (is that right... did the math in my head)
1.5 hours 9/7
Beautiful Chaos: (Put it down I might read more later)
2 hours 9/5
210 minutes total (is that right... did the math in my head)
dialoge: sorry I wrote a lot, its a pressing issue.
I walked up to my coach just before we started the last part of practice. After I get her attention I ask, "If I am genuinely worried about my shoulders should I go back to the doctor soon?"
"If they hurt that bad then yeah you should."
I groan and try to stretch again. Walking over to my lane I twist my shoulders all kind of crazy ways trying to get the pain to stop. I do the first hundred in the set and rest on the wall. I pull back on my shoulders as hard as I can and twist around. My coach comes over to see me.
"what was your time?"
I look at the clock. I had forgotten to look, and I didn't hear what she said.
"I didn't hear it,"
She looks slightly concerned. I get irritated with myself, "but I know it was slow."
She sighs and looks at her stop watch. "Ready... go!"
I remember to get my next three times, and as my shoulders start hurting more and more, my times get slower and slower.
By the end I was furious with my self and I was about to cry because of the pain in my shoulders. I kept thinking about how I should have gone to the doctor before and I was insanely stupid for not doing so. Our coach has a short meeting after practice, halfway through I cant stand it anymore and I twist and stretch some more. I basically run up to my coach as soon as the meeting dissolves into some debate about switching practice times. "Do you have Advil or something? anything?"
"They may have some in the infirmary. Go change, I'll get you some."
After I changed and my coach found the medicine and then looked at my shoulders, my friends were taking me home. I had a Gatorade cup in my hand, and as we were walking to the car I began crushing it. "Braces?" I look up from the cup at Clare who asked.
"no its not that,"
"what is it?"
"my shoulders."
Clare's brother looks behind him at me. "Thats not good is it." I don't respond. They pile their bags into the trunk and I get into the backseat.
"Any preference about music?"
I look up, I had been sitting with my head on my knees. Clare had gotten in and was buckling her seatbelt. "Not really."
Michael gets into the driver's seat and starts the car. After sitting upright for a few seconds, I fall over and lay on the seat. Michael looks into the rear view mirror and turns around.
"What are you doing- oh yeah that ok."
I groan and after a while I sit up. Clare and Michael were talking about some movie at this point. I twist my arm at an odd angle and grab the handle above my seat and pull back to try and stretch, then I fall back down to having my head on my knees.
"Try not to die."
Clare adds, "your almost home."
They proceed to talk about how monday was awful and it was for everyone."
"It hasn't been this bad in years." I was talking about two years ago. I had to stay out a whole season due to my shoulders.
Clare and Michael look at each other, "It must be really bad."
I sit up again and try again to twist and stretch, and end up sprawled out on the seats again.
"Are you okay?"
"No."
Clare laughs, "Is it bad that we just get a muffled no from her?"
I was talking into the seat and thats why it was muted.
"Don't die."
I groan and twist awkwardly while still laying down. When they get to my house I get out, "I might be at practice tomorrow-" I get ready to close the door then stick my head back again. "And if I'm not there I'm dead."
"If they hurt that bad then yeah you should."
I groan and try to stretch again. Walking over to my lane I twist my shoulders all kind of crazy ways trying to get the pain to stop. I do the first hundred in the set and rest on the wall. I pull back on my shoulders as hard as I can and twist around. My coach comes over to see me.
"what was your time?"
I look at the clock. I had forgotten to look, and I didn't hear what she said.
"I didn't hear it,"
She looks slightly concerned. I get irritated with myself, "but I know it was slow."
She sighs and looks at her stop watch. "Ready... go!"
I remember to get my next three times, and as my shoulders start hurting more and more, my times get slower and slower.
By the end I was furious with my self and I was about to cry because of the pain in my shoulders. I kept thinking about how I should have gone to the doctor before and I was insanely stupid for not doing so. Our coach has a short meeting after practice, halfway through I cant stand it anymore and I twist and stretch some more. I basically run up to my coach as soon as the meeting dissolves into some debate about switching practice times. "Do you have Advil or something? anything?"
"They may have some in the infirmary. Go change, I'll get you some."
After I changed and my coach found the medicine and then looked at my shoulders, my friends were taking me home. I had a Gatorade cup in my hand, and as we were walking to the car I began crushing it. "Braces?" I look up from the cup at Clare who asked.
"no its not that,"
"what is it?"
"my shoulders."
Clare's brother looks behind him at me. "Thats not good is it." I don't respond. They pile their bags into the trunk and I get into the backseat.
"Any preference about music?"
I look up, I had been sitting with my head on my knees. Clare had gotten in and was buckling her seatbelt. "Not really."
Michael gets into the driver's seat and starts the car. After sitting upright for a few seconds, I fall over and lay on the seat. Michael looks into the rear view mirror and turns around.
"What are you doing- oh yeah that ok."
I groan and after a while I sit up. Clare and Michael were talking about some movie at this point. I twist my arm at an odd angle and grab the handle above my seat and pull back to try and stretch, then I fall back down to having my head on my knees.
"Try not to die."
Clare adds, "your almost home."
They proceed to talk about how monday was awful and it was for everyone."
"It hasn't been this bad in years." I was talking about two years ago. I had to stay out a whole season due to my shoulders.
Clare and Michael look at each other, "It must be really bad."
I sit up again and try again to twist and stretch, and end up sprawled out on the seats again.
"Are you okay?"
"No."
Clare laughs, "Is it bad that we just get a muffled no from her?"
I was talking into the seat and thats why it was muted.
"Don't die."
I groan and twist awkwardly while still laying down. When they get to my house I get out, "I might be at practice tomorrow-" I get ready to close the door then stick my head back again. "And if I'm not there I'm dead."
literacy narrative
I think my literacy narrative is good for the part in the process that its in. I know that some sentences don't really make sense, but the first time I write something, well most of what comes from my mind doesn't make sense anyway so if its at all understandable I can work with that. I could probably make it a bit more vivid, and put more things that make the scene in it pull you more into what's going on. The problem is that the scene is from when I was younger and I don't remember it down to every detail. The way I write is also the way I think, and not the way I talk, so it's a bit conflicting and even though it seems right, when I was reading it to the peer group I wondered if it was strange that some words I use in my writing but don't use when I talk make my voice in the paper seem off to people who know me.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
reading times 9/3
The city of Ashes:
2 hours 8/29
1 1/2 hours 8/30
The City of Glass:
3 hours 8/30
3 1/2 hours 8/31
Total time: 10 hours
2 hours 8/29
1 1/2 hours 8/30
The City of Glass:
3 hours 8/30
3 1/2 hours 8/31
Total time: 10 hours
response: Sherlock BBC
Okay, dangerous topic for me to write about. Lets see how this goes. This qualifies as a film, right?
Sherlock Holmes, british broadcasting channel, you have ruined my life yet again. Really I blame my friend for mentioning it while I was looking at Netflix, which resulted in two days of only watching Sherlock until I finished the seasons on Netflix.
The thing about Sherlock is that he sees so many things that normally you'd have to really look for, and illustrates a story behind it. The frustrating part is that its all so logical, so why can't I look at a person and know their life's story?
Sherlock is perceived as a sociopath, which is okay, except when he says rude things to people that love him and you want to slap him because of what he's done. He's very strait forward and inconsiderate, and loves to show off. However, when he attempts to read a person and manages to overlook their emotions, which are seemingly unfamiliar to him, he only occasionally notices that he's been a jerk and attempts to apologize.
"Why would she be thinking of her dead child as she was dying? Hmmm I wonder why Sherlock"
"But that was ages ago, why would she still be upset?"
And in case you've ever seen the meme that says, "Anderson don't talk out loud you lower the IQ of the entire street." That was after Anderson (works with police) suggests that a murdered woman was writing a word in another language "rache", and not writing Rachel, which was the woman's deceased daughter.
Sherlock Holmes, british broadcasting channel, you have ruined my life yet again. Really I blame my friend for mentioning it while I was looking at Netflix, which resulted in two days of only watching Sherlock until I finished the seasons on Netflix.
The thing about Sherlock is that he sees so many things that normally you'd have to really look for, and illustrates a story behind it. The frustrating part is that its all so logical, so why can't I look at a person and know their life's story?
Sherlock is perceived as a sociopath, which is okay, except when he says rude things to people that love him and you want to slap him because of what he's done. He's very strait forward and inconsiderate, and loves to show off. However, when he attempts to read a person and manages to overlook their emotions, which are seemingly unfamiliar to him, he only occasionally notices that he's been a jerk and attempts to apologize.
"Why would she be thinking of her dead child as she was dying? Hmmm I wonder why Sherlock"
"But that was ages ago, why would she still be upset?"
And in case you've ever seen the meme that says, "Anderson don't talk out loud you lower the IQ of the entire street." That was after Anderson (works with police) suggests that a murdered woman was writing a word in another language "rache", and not writing Rachel, which was the woman's deceased daughter.
reading response: the city of Glass
How do I explain this... Well, my friend is obsessed with this series and I understand why she is, but I just don't get it. If that makes sense.
The author was so repetitive about certain things when it seems so irrelevant, it was obvious that it was more relevant than you think. As soon as you notice that, you think, oh... I know who --- really is, who their real parents are, why this happened to ---, what ----'s plan is, and so on. When I finished the book my friend spammed me with questions like "was it mind blowing when they told you ----" and I just told her that it wasn't, and that everything was extremely predictable. She preceded to send me pictures of things that said stuff like, "oh I think my theory may be right" then someone saying, "or so you think." And well, all of my theories were right, and I knew everything about a whole book before the characters understood, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
The author was so repetitive about certain things when it seems so irrelevant, it was obvious that it was more relevant than you think. As soon as you notice that, you think, oh... I know who --- really is, who their real parents are, why this happened to ---, what ----'s plan is, and so on. When I finished the book my friend spammed me with questions like "was it mind blowing when they told you ----" and I just told her that it wasn't, and that everything was extremely predictable. She preceded to send me pictures of things that said stuff like, "oh I think my theory may be right" then someone saying, "or so you think." And well, all of my theories were right, and I knew everything about a whole book before the characters understood, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Little sisters and ironic beach pictures
As my parents left my friend Abigail and I with my ten year old sister, it was a bit of a problem. On the boardwalk in Pensacola, who knows what she could manage to do. The sun was setting, and because we simply couldn't leave the beach without taking artsy pictures, whether ironically or because we actually wanted to, we came to the realization that it was necessary that Celia was there, because even if she "accidentally" dropped my phone into the sand or off the pier, we needed a cameraman.
Then came the problem that to get a picture of the sunset, you needed to focus the camera on the sunset, and if we needed a picture of our faces, we need it focused on us. Seeing as mostly everyone I know understands that, after the first couple of pictures I looked at the pictures to see that all of them were focused on the sunset, which was okay for some of them, and the others... well I would have to try and edit them. The pier we were on was shaped like a giant T and for a while we were standing on the part that is attached to the land, because we prefer to observe rather than be in the midst of people, and there was a lot of people. At a certain point, the group of teenagers on the end of the pier closest to the sunset, we immediately seized the opportunity and walked to it.
Thank the lord we kept our distance, because almost everyone on the pier was smoking. Saying this as a child whose dad runs a cancer center, I really just don't appreciate the contribution to the air around me. We walked quickly past the groups of people, and to the end of the pier, where I instructed my sister as to what to do and when to do it. Not that the pictures turned out like I wanted them, but luckily my phone has some very handy picture editing apps.
Eventually my phone decided to be difficult and refuse to take any more pictures, and the sun was almost gone anyway, so we went back to the boardwalk where we decided to get pizza for dinner and then some ice cream. Anytime you sit at a small table with a friend and a little sister, almost everything your sister does is annoying.
At the end of everything, when my parents came to tell us we needed to walk back to my beach condo while they went to watch a band preform live across the street, my sister bounced down the sidewalk with them telling them about everything we did and how much fun she had, so at the end of the day, I had some great pictures to edit, and she had fun, so I guess it wasn't so much of a problem anyway.
Then came the problem that to get a picture of the sunset, you needed to focus the camera on the sunset, and if we needed a picture of our faces, we need it focused on us. Seeing as mostly everyone I know understands that, after the first couple of pictures I looked at the pictures to see that all of them were focused on the sunset, which was okay for some of them, and the others... well I would have to try and edit them. The pier we were on was shaped like a giant T and for a while we were standing on the part that is attached to the land, because we prefer to observe rather than be in the midst of people, and there was a lot of people. At a certain point, the group of teenagers on the end of the pier closest to the sunset, we immediately seized the opportunity and walked to it.
Thank the lord we kept our distance, because almost everyone on the pier was smoking. Saying this as a child whose dad runs a cancer center, I really just don't appreciate the contribution to the air around me. We walked quickly past the groups of people, and to the end of the pier, where I instructed my sister as to what to do and when to do it. Not that the pictures turned out like I wanted them, but luckily my phone has some very handy picture editing apps.
Eventually my phone decided to be difficult and refuse to take any more pictures, and the sun was almost gone anyway, so we went back to the boardwalk where we decided to get pizza for dinner and then some ice cream. Anytime you sit at a small table with a friend and a little sister, almost everything your sister does is annoying.
At the end of everything, when my parents came to tell us we needed to walk back to my beach condo while they went to watch a band preform live across the street, my sister bounced down the sidewalk with them telling them about everything we did and how much fun she had, so at the end of the day, I had some great pictures to edit, and she had fun, so I guess it wasn't so much of a problem anyway.
reading response: City of ashes
I started this book, which is the second in a series, because I read the first a while ago and since then, I met a new friend who is obsessed with the series, and the movie for the first book just came out. As movies can be, the movie was so wrong, and yet so right. But they also said and did things that I don't remember being in the book. Now, normally if I really like a book that clearly has more story to come in the next book, I get and start the next book as soon as I can. I'm not sure why I didn't read this sooner, but because the movie gave a away some things that I felt I desperately needed to understand. Obviously, for people that have patience for the next movie or are simply unmotivated to read, they can just wait for the next movie and get their answers. I am not that person. I am not patient, and I probably would feel guilty if I watched the second movie without reading the books.
So far, they have not cleared up my conflicts (and I feel extremely conflicted at the moment). My main issues relate to things that you think are true from the last book, or unresolved things that went unnoticed by the characters that should hold high importance. In the movie, they managed to make a character say somethings suggesting that the main characters are lied to, and they also managed to show a somewhat emotional moment that lingered on a picture of something that seems very life changing.
Needless to say the person how went to the movies with me and my friend with the obsession with the books, had a long conversation over the phone with us that involved yelling questions and getting those annoying answers, "read the next book," and "you find out soon in the next book."
We did manage to get her to admit the really huge question that had us basically beside ourselves with confusion, and now I'm just waiting for how it is introduced and how the characters react to it.
the city of ashes:
August 25- 2 hours
August 26- 1 and a half hours
August 26 Norton field guide mentor texts- 15 mins
total: 225 mins
So far, they have not cleared up my conflicts (and I feel extremely conflicted at the moment). My main issues relate to things that you think are true from the last book, or unresolved things that went unnoticed by the characters that should hold high importance. In the movie, they managed to make a character say somethings suggesting that the main characters are lied to, and they also managed to show a somewhat emotional moment that lingered on a picture of something that seems very life changing.
Needless to say the person how went to the movies with me and my friend with the obsession with the books, had a long conversation over the phone with us that involved yelling questions and getting those annoying answers, "read the next book," and "you find out soon in the next book."
We did manage to get her to admit the really huge question that had us basically beside ourselves with confusion, and now I'm just waiting for how it is introduced and how the characters react to it.
the city of ashes:
August 25- 2 hours
August 26- 1 and a half hours
August 26 Norton field guide mentor texts- 15 mins
total: 225 mins
Monday, August 19, 2013
outside reading 8/12-8/18
Through the Looking Glass:
8/13- 95 minutes to page 184
8/15- 75 minutes to page 219
total- 170 minutes (unsure of pages because I'm not sure where I started reading on Tuesday 8/13)
8/13- 95 minutes to page 184
8/15- 75 minutes to page 219
total- 170 minutes (unsure of pages because I'm not sure where I started reading on Tuesday 8/13)
Free post~ is there really such a thing as being completely sane?
As you walk through the halls you soon notice that no one is around. The walls are white, and there's no sign of any doors. You wander aimlessly, and just as you begin to panic, you turn the corner to come to a tall white door with black patterns swirling around it. The lines almost seem to dance, but you haven't abandoned sensible thinking. Well you not quite yet.
Seeing that this may be the only way out, and you can't even remember how you got here, you tug on the iron door handle. Now there is no mistaking the movement of the black lines, they move elegantly to write in script, Push. Unsure what to think of the door, you place both hands on the side of the door and crack it open.
You can't process what you see, so you push the door open and step through. You let the door fall closed, and even though you didn't look, it was no longer there. The floor you stand on is impossible to see under a layer of something that looks like clouds, and you can't see the walls where the room ends anywhere.
It is like a forest, it has trees and a creek and bushes. But it is unlike anything you've ever seen. Everything is white, and the leaves on the trees are lined with black. the pebbles in the creek are black and different shades of grey.
You are unsure of the floor's tangibility, so as you begin to take a step you hesitate, then become more sure of yourself. Walking around, you eventually come to a glass door, it puzzles you so you walk around it. It stands alone, its hinges seemingly attached to the air, but you feel compelled to open it. You push the door open and suddenly your standing on the sidewalk in front of your house. This time you turn to see the door, but there is no door. Now you are no longer sure that anything that had happened actually happened and begin to question your sanity. You tell no one, for fear of being sent to a therapist, and forever remember the day you were lost in a place you will never really understand.
Seeing that this may be the only way out, and you can't even remember how you got here, you tug on the iron door handle. Now there is no mistaking the movement of the black lines, they move elegantly to write in script, Push. Unsure what to think of the door, you place both hands on the side of the door and crack it open.
You can't process what you see, so you push the door open and step through. You let the door fall closed, and even though you didn't look, it was no longer there. The floor you stand on is impossible to see under a layer of something that looks like clouds, and you can't see the walls where the room ends anywhere.
It is like a forest, it has trees and a creek and bushes. But it is unlike anything you've ever seen. Everything is white, and the leaves on the trees are lined with black. the pebbles in the creek are black and different shades of grey.
You are unsure of the floor's tangibility, so as you begin to take a step you hesitate, then become more sure of yourself. Walking around, you eventually come to a glass door, it puzzles you so you walk around it. It stands alone, its hinges seemingly attached to the air, but you feel compelled to open it. You push the door open and suddenly your standing on the sidewalk in front of your house. This time you turn to see the door, but there is no door. Now you are no longer sure that anything that had happened actually happened and begin to question your sanity. You tell no one, for fear of being sent to a therapist, and forever remember the day you were lost in a place you will never really understand.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
reading response: Dracula
From the time I picked up the book Dracula and really the whole time I was reading it, I felt sure it was going to go out in a big bang. You know, like the Count would put up this big fight and by some miracle the characters would defeat him and in the end there would be this huge sigh of relief when he went down. But no. After everything, after months and months of struggle, they find him in his coffin, fight off a couple of traders and stake him and preform the whole ritual, while he's "sleeping". I was very invested in the characters, and if anyone else got hurt I would be upset but honestly, the famous Count Dracula goes out in his sleep? I've never really been unsatisfied with the death of a "demon" or just a general antagonist but honestly the whole book was about ridding the world of this extremely dangerous creature with "superior and cunning" intelligence, and yet the death of "the woman in black" towards the middle of the book was more extravagant. Suspense, and the fact that they hadn't slain a vampire before could have something to do with that, but the death of the Count had no element of suspense and never did I doubt that they were going to kill him in that moment, and it only took about a page and a half to explain the events in the moments when they found him to when all that was left of Dracula was dust.
Moving to another topic, how on earth did Edward Cullen come from something that started with Count Dracula? Where did the majority of twilight and other vampire stories come from? I admire the writers imagination and ability to mold the characters with abilities that need explanation, but honestly the only resemblance between Dracula and the Cullens is that they both drink blood, and the Cullens don't even drink human blood. Also, where did the vampires vs. werewolves come from? In the book, the wolves listened to Dracula. There was the whole ordeal with the missing wolf at the zoo which I never really understood how that fit into the book, but I might have missed something if it wasn't a big thing.
I really liked how the book was arranged in journal entries, letters, records, and news paper articles according to when the events took place, because I knew what each character was thinking, and what was happening, even when the other characters didn't know. The only person I didn't always understand what his whereabouts and agenda were was Dracula, but the is obviously not going to be a part of the records they kept while attempting to hunt him down.
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