The Crucible is a play that shows us how easily people get influenced or fooled into believing what others want us to believe. For example in the play Abigail Williams is a young woman that wants something she can’t have. What I mean is she wants a married man. Since she knows John Proctor doesn’t want her she plots evil things for the village.
The village was as innocent as possible since they know that churches court will hang them for any “sins” they had committed. It’s interesting enough that it had to come to witchcraft so the town’s people had to realize that they were all “sinners”. They knew they were all sinners but yet didn’t do much about it. It was as if they were still all in denial and the church still tried to have authority but yet ignored all the “sins” amongst the people unless they were made public.
For me it was interesting to read it because it taught me about the past and about McCarthyism. I learned that McCarthyism is kind of like the Crucible because people got blamed for been communist and got arrested for it. The same thing happened in the Crucible but only they where been accused of been witches. They all lie to get what they want.
The Crucible is mostly about a couple of girls that are really upset that they lie about witchcraft. Their leader Abigail Williams she tells them what to feel or what to do. The reason Abigail lies is to get the man she wants. She is a dirty, sneaky liar. She makes people think that there are witches in Salem. Since Salem is a puritan town they take the bible very seriously. It was a very ongoing situation. The girls that started everything decided to leave and stop accusing people after Abigail ran away with her uncle’s money.
The lies they told were unbelievable. The judges were harsh on the accused. They gave the accused two options to confess and be isolated or to die hanged. Since they knew lying was a sin and God wouldn’t forgive them for it they opted out with getting hanged. They tried to make all of them confess that but none of them would because they were all innocent. Like with McCarthyism they were accused of been something they weren’t that’s why this play went perfect around that time. It’s incredible that people are very gullible especially when it comes to making false accusations or coming up with evidence.
In the crucible they had one justification onto why they didn’t actually confess and that was because of their religious beliefs. Most of the accused said that Abigail was lying but the court didn’t believe them. So they had no other choice but to take what came to them. This play was basically to describe what happened in McCarthyism. When people truly believe in what they feel strong about what they believe in might come back and make them regret believing in it or feeling that they shouldn’t have believed in it that strong. It’s a very complex play and it describes what happened in real life with McCarthyism.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Social Network
The Internet can it be trusted or can it be a misuse amongst teens and young adults? Well I believe that it’s a good source of communication and that it can help during research project and things like that. I do strongly believe in that people should better the Internet and help protect some of the things we post or say. It's very interesting to see how people seem to just think that the Internet is a very safe place and that if you post something embarrassing you can erase it anytime you want. I know that it's a place with a lot of social networks and that just because your friend can see your stuff it’s just going stay like that.
I know that certainly some pages have a privacy policy but most people don’t even know about it and seem to ignore that. It’s a place where you can express yourself but you really have to watch what you say. I haven’t that misunderstanding but I know people that have they hate it and regret it after a while. It’s super easy to fall in that pattern and say what can go wrong if I post this up. If people were more careful they would be accepted in a lot of schools or they wouldn’t get kicked out of school.
For example on the article we a student was kicked of his school because he posted pictures of himself dressed as a woman. According to the campus they had a zero tolerance on stuff like that since it was a very religious school. They also said that they had a lot of complaints towards that student and because he wouldn’t follow school rules. They would describe has a one of the worst students in campus and a very disruptive one too. He says he regrets posting those things up since he couldn’t finish his school year and finish using his scholarship.
Living in a virtual world is way different than living in our sane world. A virtual world is basically made up of whatever u want it to be and the regular sane world doesn’t truly offer that much of an option. A virtual world is like an escape to a place where most people feel comfortable and feel like they can be anyone they want to be. I mean people feel like that in the real world but it’s more comfortable in a virtual place where people don’t know who you are and can pretend to be someone else. It’s cool to have a place where you can pretend to be someone you’re not, but it’s better to stay in reality and work on things so they can be like your virtual world.
Its fun and games at first but it can become very addicting too. It’s cool that some of your friends can talk to you while playing games or being in a virtual world. Social networks are the same thing only that you can’t pretend to be someone you’re not. That’s why most people pretend to be who their not. The ones who don’t well are missing in a lot but still being smart about other stuff.
I know that certainly some pages have a privacy policy but most people don’t even know about it and seem to ignore that. It’s a place where you can express yourself but you really have to watch what you say. I haven’t that misunderstanding but I know people that have they hate it and regret it after a while. It’s super easy to fall in that pattern and say what can go wrong if I post this up. If people were more careful they would be accepted in a lot of schools or they wouldn’t get kicked out of school.
For example on the article we a student was kicked of his school because he posted pictures of himself dressed as a woman. According to the campus they had a zero tolerance on stuff like that since it was a very religious school. They also said that they had a lot of complaints towards that student and because he wouldn’t follow school rules. They would describe has a one of the worst students in campus and a very disruptive one too. He says he regrets posting those things up since he couldn’t finish his school year and finish using his scholarship.
Living in a virtual world is way different than living in our sane world. A virtual world is basically made up of whatever u want it to be and the regular sane world doesn’t truly offer that much of an option. A virtual world is like an escape to a place where most people feel comfortable and feel like they can be anyone they want to be. I mean people feel like that in the real world but it’s more comfortable in a virtual place where people don’t know who you are and can pretend to be someone else. It’s cool to have a place where you can pretend to be someone you’re not, but it’s better to stay in reality and work on things so they can be like your virtual world.
Its fun and games at first but it can become very addicting too. It’s cool that some of your friends can talk to you while playing games or being in a virtual world. Social networks are the same thing only that you can’t pretend to be someone you’re not. That’s why most people pretend to be who their not. The ones who don’t well are missing in a lot but still being smart about other stuff.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
What is an American?
An American is someone who usually is born within the borders of the USA or gets a green card. For me an American is a person who works to earn enough money to barely get food. An American is also a person who has to fight everyday to get enough money to put a roof over their families had and barely has enough to get some food. Some Americans have lived here for more than sixteen years and are never recognized not even in death. The real Americans are discriminated and hated upon.
The people who are the worst mouthed and the ones who are considered to the most dangerous or dumb because they have the most high dropout rate. It’s funny how they don’t consider people from Central America, and South America, Americans. I consider that Americans are people who were born in the Americas even though they have to do a lot just to help their families back in their own countries. Americans are people who live in the United States and work really hard to make a living. Their also people who have double jobs to maintain their kids, home, and get something descent to eat.
It’s funny how people can hate the people who work their lands so they can have money and pay them less or minimum wage. Their people who work for rich people who treat them like they were dogs and also wish they would leave. I can’t understand why “Americans” say that immigrants are taking their jobs when immigrants are doing the dirty job that the Americans don’t want to do. Their also doing for less and it’s not fair for them to try to close the border when the more than half of the people that come here to supposedly make a better living have a house or better yet be treated equally. They come with that dream their chasing a freedom that doesn’t exist for them. It only exists for people who have fought in a war or if they have money or are involve with the army.
Immigrants are people who come from a place that they barely have enough to eat and have to live in horrible conditions. Immigrants aren’t really immigrants because they are just like the people who came here and took over the lands. It hard to believe that a country that supposedly is friendly and is the richest because of hard workers like immigrants there’s a lot of discrimination and hatred against all of their minority. Most Americans are nice and understand what immigrants go through. Those are Americans who care about other people besides themselves. A real American comes from a tribe like the Cherokees or the Navajo. They weren’t pilgrims and they’ll never be. Those were people who gave them diseases and caused them death or pain.
The people who discriminate or hate other races that aren’t their own are very stupid and don’t know nothing about their past. The people we call Americans are people who stole someone else’s land in some point or killed people or stole form them they are people who shouldn’t be called Americans but no one says nothing about that because people pretend not to care. It’s very hard for a daughter of an immigrant like me to have hope when all you hear on the news is how much they want for immigrants to leave. It’s funny because the people who are more likely to not vote are the people who are the most targeted when a person running for something wants their vote. They use the people to later dispose of them like the where nothing in the beginning.
I believe that a true American isn’t white or black it’s a person who cares and who provides for those in need. It’s also a person who promises change and gives us change. Who helps the poor not the rich get rich but also helps students with their education. I also think that they help by giving students more things to do after school so they won’t join gangs. Americans should be people who care about other not just their wealthy or greedy self’s. I also think that an American is a person who can agree to accept other people’s culture or make their own culture. It’s very hard to define what an American really is but this is what it means to me.
The people who are the worst mouthed and the ones who are considered to the most dangerous or dumb because they have the most high dropout rate. It’s funny how they don’t consider people from Central America, and South America, Americans. I consider that Americans are people who were born in the Americas even though they have to do a lot just to help their families back in their own countries. Americans are people who live in the United States and work really hard to make a living. Their also people who have double jobs to maintain their kids, home, and get something descent to eat.
It’s funny how people can hate the people who work their lands so they can have money and pay them less or minimum wage. Their people who work for rich people who treat them like they were dogs and also wish they would leave. I can’t understand why “Americans” say that immigrants are taking their jobs when immigrants are doing the dirty job that the Americans don’t want to do. Their also doing for less and it’s not fair for them to try to close the border when the more than half of the people that come here to supposedly make a better living have a house or better yet be treated equally. They come with that dream their chasing a freedom that doesn’t exist for them. It only exists for people who have fought in a war or if they have money or are involve with the army.
Immigrants are people who come from a place that they barely have enough to eat and have to live in horrible conditions. Immigrants aren’t really immigrants because they are just like the people who came here and took over the lands. It hard to believe that a country that supposedly is friendly and is the richest because of hard workers like immigrants there’s a lot of discrimination and hatred against all of their minority. Most Americans are nice and understand what immigrants go through. Those are Americans who care about other people besides themselves. A real American comes from a tribe like the Cherokees or the Navajo. They weren’t pilgrims and they’ll never be. Those were people who gave them diseases and caused them death or pain.
The people who discriminate or hate other races that aren’t their own are very stupid and don’t know nothing about their past. The people we call Americans are people who stole someone else’s land in some point or killed people or stole form them they are people who shouldn’t be called Americans but no one says nothing about that because people pretend not to care. It’s very hard for a daughter of an immigrant like me to have hope when all you hear on the news is how much they want for immigrants to leave. It’s funny because the people who are more likely to not vote are the people who are the most targeted when a person running for something wants their vote. They use the people to later dispose of them like the where nothing in the beginning.
I believe that a true American isn’t white or black it’s a person who cares and who provides for those in need. It’s also a person who promises change and gives us change. Who helps the poor not the rich get rich but also helps students with their education. I also think that they help by giving students more things to do after school so they won’t join gangs. Americans should be people who care about other not just their wealthy or greedy self’s. I also think that an American is a person who can agree to accept other people’s culture or make their own culture. It’s very hard to define what an American really is but this is what it means to me.
Academic Autobiography
Well it all started when I was in kindergarten. I don’t remember about it all I remember is that I meet my best friend there. I remember it was ok and I had fun learning. In first grade I remember that I liked the teacher Ms. Sanchez but not what she made us do. I hated to write sentences or to write anything that wasn’t the ABC’s. I remember that when I started second grade I thought it was going to be great. Turns out that I was the most picked on by the teacher and the one who always got lost in whatever he said.
I remember one thing I liked the most was learning how to use money in his class. Mr. Angobaldo was a really good teacher. I admire his work but he was too harsh on second graders. Well he had this thing in which he thought us how to use money. He would charge us for using the restrooms our doing something bad in class. I don’t remember how much but I do remember he would make us tell him how much we were giving him and how much change we should get back. When I entered third grade I thought it would be the same thing but it wasn’t it was a bit much easier than second.
My third grade teacher Mr. Martinez thought me how to multiply and how to follow instructions to the fullest. We learned how to follow them because we had to do this beautiful works with string. If we didn’t follow the order we would get the wrong image but if we did it right we would the drawing of a beautiful colorful apple or something else. It was something my classmates and me enjoyed doing a lot. It was something fun he knew we would enjoy and he knew he would be teaching us some value too. My fourth grade teacher Mr. Zamudio he wasn’t as fun or as boring as people said. He was very ok we never had a problem with him. He thought me everything I knew about essays, paragraphs, and things like that. I loved doing these things because I learned even more without thinking about it. I really don’t remember much about that grade. In fifth grade we got a new teacher which was very fun but strict. Her name was Ms. Heim she was a fine teacher.
I liked her a lot because she thought us girls what we would eventually find out in life and that life wasn’t as easy as we thought or imagined. She was very realistic person. She took us to the Getty House and to the beach before our graduation. She made our graduation unique and special because she thought us how to sing songs of our culture and to dance them. She even made us wear typical dresses of where our parents are from. It was very fun year for us. When I started middle school I thought it was going to very difficult and I wouldn’t be able to go on to high school. I was right in a way because I got picked for being the shyest one or I got called names that really hurt at that age.
Sixth grade was fun. There was this one teacher Ms. Cantarero she told me so many things that helped me out through middle school and still help me today. She advice me on so many things. She helped me get over the fact that I shouldn’t be pushed around by other people. She was more than a teacher to me she was a friend too. I miss her but I can’t go see her because she moved to another school. In seventh grade things were a bit different because I started school late and cause I had moved to Riffle, Colorado the very last days of school during my sixth grade year. I definitely wasn’t the same girl as before. I had changed my perspective on everything because I didn’t care about anything anymore.
It was really hard for me at that time because we had left my dad and we got back with him. I was starting to rebel in a way. In the end I gave up trying to be a rebel and went back to being my normal self. In the beginning of eighth grade I became the same shy but with an attitude type of girl. My teachers liked me because I listened but not because I answered back.
After my middle school graduation we had definitely left my dad and my mom started to meet a new guy which is now my stepdad. He told me it would be best if I left Miguel Contreras Learning Complex to come to West Adams Preparatory High School. I really didn’t want to come here because that would mean leaving all my childhood friends. Once I was out of MC during the second semester I thought I would be lonely for a really long time.
I was wrong I made friends by the second day and I even liked my teachers and schedule. So far high school has been a great experience for me. It won’t be easy for me to go ahead and think of college but I will soon and I’ll get use to the idea.
I remember one thing I liked the most was learning how to use money in his class. Mr. Angobaldo was a really good teacher. I admire his work but he was too harsh on second graders. Well he had this thing in which he thought us how to use money. He would charge us for using the restrooms our doing something bad in class. I don’t remember how much but I do remember he would make us tell him how much we were giving him and how much change we should get back. When I entered third grade I thought it would be the same thing but it wasn’t it was a bit much easier than second.
My third grade teacher Mr. Martinez thought me how to multiply and how to follow instructions to the fullest. We learned how to follow them because we had to do this beautiful works with string. If we didn’t follow the order we would get the wrong image but if we did it right we would the drawing of a beautiful colorful apple or something else. It was something my classmates and me enjoyed doing a lot. It was something fun he knew we would enjoy and he knew he would be teaching us some value too. My fourth grade teacher Mr. Zamudio he wasn’t as fun or as boring as people said. He was very ok we never had a problem with him. He thought me everything I knew about essays, paragraphs, and things like that. I loved doing these things because I learned even more without thinking about it. I really don’t remember much about that grade. In fifth grade we got a new teacher which was very fun but strict. Her name was Ms. Heim she was a fine teacher.
I liked her a lot because she thought us girls what we would eventually find out in life and that life wasn’t as easy as we thought or imagined. She was very realistic person. She took us to the Getty House and to the beach before our graduation. She made our graduation unique and special because she thought us how to sing songs of our culture and to dance them. She even made us wear typical dresses of where our parents are from. It was very fun year for us. When I started middle school I thought it was going to very difficult and I wouldn’t be able to go on to high school. I was right in a way because I got picked for being the shyest one or I got called names that really hurt at that age.
Sixth grade was fun. There was this one teacher Ms. Cantarero she told me so many things that helped me out through middle school and still help me today. She advice me on so many things. She helped me get over the fact that I shouldn’t be pushed around by other people. She was more than a teacher to me she was a friend too. I miss her but I can’t go see her because she moved to another school. In seventh grade things were a bit different because I started school late and cause I had moved to Riffle, Colorado the very last days of school during my sixth grade year. I definitely wasn’t the same girl as before. I had changed my perspective on everything because I didn’t care about anything anymore.
It was really hard for me at that time because we had left my dad and we got back with him. I was starting to rebel in a way. In the end I gave up trying to be a rebel and went back to being my normal self. In the beginning of eighth grade I became the same shy but with an attitude type of girl. My teachers liked me because I listened but not because I answered back.
After my middle school graduation we had definitely left my dad and my mom started to meet a new guy which is now my stepdad. He told me it would be best if I left Miguel Contreras Learning Complex to come to West Adams Preparatory High School. I really didn’t want to come here because that would mean leaving all my childhood friends. Once I was out of MC during the second semester I thought I would be lonely for a really long time.
I was wrong I made friends by the second day and I even liked my teachers and schedule. So far high school has been a great experience for me. It won’t be easy for me to go ahead and think of college but I will soon and I’ll get use to the idea.
How It Feels to Be Big Sister Me
Well for me it’s hard to be a big sister. It’s hard because no one taught me how to be one. I became a big sister when I was a year and three months. My young sister Ana was born. She’s always been the trouble maker or as other people say the black sheep of the family. I would follow her around as if she was the oldest and I was the youngest once she learned how to walk.
I didn’t think I would become a big sister again but I did when I was three years and exactly two months my sister Claudia was born. She was calm and still is. She follows Ana around. I feel bad because when we were young I didn’t act like the big sister instead I acted like the youngest.
Know that I know or have an idea of how to be a better sister and talk to them. I want them to trust me and share with me what they feel and things like that. I think it’s a bit too late because they don’t trust me and they get in trouble and barely communicate with me. We argue and fight a lot. I miss the days we were close. We barely started splitting up.
When my mom and dad did we sort of started growing separately. It was hard on us because we were little. We were together until me and my mom got in a nasty fight and I left her to go live with my dad. I got lonely and I didn’t like living with him so I left him and moved with my mom again. When I went back it was weird because things were different. They were mad because I left them and they needed me to be there and support them.
I always was like their protector or something because I would always be there for them. Even as we got older I was there for them. After I came back to live with them they changed and acted different. It was weird because they would talk among themselves and ignore me. I would try to be friendly or play with them and they would look at me like I was crazy for trying. When Ana started middle school she was around me more because we went to the same school and saw each other often. She got use to me, and she slowly but surely started coming back to me as if we were little kids again.
She started trusting bit more that she told me some of her secrets and she tested me to see if I would betray her. Claudia was a different story she started trusting me because Ana started trusting me. It was a bit more complicated because I would barely see her. She was more loving and caring though. She trusted Ana more and she still does. It gets me mad that she doesn’t come to me instead she goes to her friends that cause her huge problems.
Claudia is an outgoing person. She isn’t afraid to try something new or speak her mind. Sometimes that’s a bit too scary because she doesn’t know when to stop. People love her but she gets annoying after a while. The one thing that she has that’s scary is trying new things. She’s gotten in lots of trouble because of it. She was almost expelled from her school because she made the wrong decision and she didn’t talk to me about or anyone but her friends.
We were all very disappointed in her. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t have the courage to talk to me about it. We have gone through a lot and yet she still didn’t trust me. It was complicated I was very hard on myself, I kept thinking that I wasn’t the best sister they have had and that they deserved a better sister. When Ana decided she had, had enough of us trying to be there for her she left with my dad. She didn’t plan on coming back but she had too. We knew where she was but couldn’t go for her because she didn’t want us too. We ended up having to take her back. While she was gone Claudia and I came to a summer program called S.I.C (Saving Innocent Children). That helped me and her better our relationship and our communication. We became closer. Ana came in the picture again and she ruined everything Claudia and I had built up.
We have a very complicated relationship. Sometimes we can’t stand each other and we will start fighting for the dumbest things ever. But sometimes we act like we can’t live without each other. Know that a big sister again but this time it isn’t a girl, it’s a boy I know for a fact things are going to be different with him because he’s going to have three big sisters that love him and are going to be there for him no matter what. Yeah no one taught us how to be big sisters but we definitely know that we are not going to make the same mistakes with the baby. Also we have learned from our various mistakes that we need each other no matter what.
I didn’t think I would become a big sister again but I did when I was three years and exactly two months my sister Claudia was born. She was calm and still is. She follows Ana around. I feel bad because when we were young I didn’t act like the big sister instead I acted like the youngest.
Know that I know or have an idea of how to be a better sister and talk to them. I want them to trust me and share with me what they feel and things like that. I think it’s a bit too late because they don’t trust me and they get in trouble and barely communicate with me. We argue and fight a lot. I miss the days we were close. We barely started splitting up.
When my mom and dad did we sort of started growing separately. It was hard on us because we were little. We were together until me and my mom got in a nasty fight and I left her to go live with my dad. I got lonely and I didn’t like living with him so I left him and moved with my mom again. When I went back it was weird because things were different. They were mad because I left them and they needed me to be there and support them.
I always was like their protector or something because I would always be there for them. Even as we got older I was there for them. After I came back to live with them they changed and acted different. It was weird because they would talk among themselves and ignore me. I would try to be friendly or play with them and they would look at me like I was crazy for trying. When Ana started middle school she was around me more because we went to the same school and saw each other often. She got use to me, and she slowly but surely started coming back to me as if we were little kids again.
She started trusting bit more that she told me some of her secrets and she tested me to see if I would betray her. Claudia was a different story she started trusting me because Ana started trusting me. It was a bit more complicated because I would barely see her. She was more loving and caring though. She trusted Ana more and she still does. It gets me mad that she doesn’t come to me instead she goes to her friends that cause her huge problems.
Claudia is an outgoing person. She isn’t afraid to try something new or speak her mind. Sometimes that’s a bit too scary because she doesn’t know when to stop. People love her but she gets annoying after a while. The one thing that she has that’s scary is trying new things. She’s gotten in lots of trouble because of it. She was almost expelled from her school because she made the wrong decision and she didn’t talk to me about or anyone but her friends.
We were all very disappointed in her. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t have the courage to talk to me about it. We have gone through a lot and yet she still didn’t trust me. It was complicated I was very hard on myself, I kept thinking that I wasn’t the best sister they have had and that they deserved a better sister. When Ana decided she had, had enough of us trying to be there for her she left with my dad. She didn’t plan on coming back but she had too. We knew where she was but couldn’t go for her because she didn’t want us too. We ended up having to take her back. While she was gone Claudia and I came to a summer program called S.I.C (Saving Innocent Children). That helped me and her better our relationship and our communication. We became closer. Ana came in the picture again and she ruined everything Claudia and I had built up.
We have a very complicated relationship. Sometimes we can’t stand each other and we will start fighting for the dumbest things ever. But sometimes we act like we can’t live without each other. Know that a big sister again but this time it isn’t a girl, it’s a boy I know for a fact things are going to be different with him because he’s going to have three big sisters that love him and are going to be there for him no matter what. Yeah no one taught us how to be big sisters but we definitely know that we are not going to make the same mistakes with the baby. Also we have learned from our various mistakes that we need each other no matter what.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
How I've grown as a Writer
I feel like I’ve grown a lot on my writing skills. I believe this because today I had lots of papers handed back to me. I got all my reflections, Cornell notes, double-entry journals and some literature circle worksheets back. I’m so happy because I did pretty well in all of those things. There was some work I didn’t finish but in a way I tried to finish them.
I’ve enjoyed writing my blog. I like writing on it because people who use the internet and read our blogs can see we are really interested in doing our work and getting a good grade. I actually like writing. I’ve grown as a writer because I don’t make the same mistakes I use to make when I first started this class. I also know I’ve grown in my writing because I like to write more than I use to without thinking about it at all. Well one of the things I liked doing was the personal narrative with song lyrics. I liked doing this because we wrote about something about us and got to choose the song that we thought would best fit the narrative. I remember I wrote about when we had to leave our dad. It’s always a sad thing for me to think about or talk about but I’ve learned to live with it. The songs I choose were Daddy’s Lil’ Girl by Frankie J and Hurt by Christina Aguilera. Those two songs best fit my narrative because they explain how I sort of feel about that situation.
I also liked writing about the poems we liked. I liked Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare, Love without Love by Luis Llorens Torres, and Tonight I can write… by Pablo Nureda. Those are my favorite poems in the book. Sadly I just wrote about two of them. I also liked writing the found poem. It was based on a newspaper article. We had to write a poem out of it. It was an interesting experience. I hadn’t realized that I had written a lot of reflections and Cornell notes and double-entry journals. I’m surprised at the fact that I wrote a lot of those things. I liked doing most of my essays because they have also helped me grow not only as a writer but as a person. I mean before I would have trouble expressing my feelings and talking about something because I wasn’t able to express myself as much as I wanted too, know I can’t find an easier way to express myself. I really enjoy writing. I also like doing the stream of consciousness because I write about what I’m thinking and it prevents me from having writer’s block.
One of the things that I know have helped me grow besides reading stories like Night, Farewell to Manzanar, The Bear, Sorry Right Number, is writing summaries about the stories, vocabulary words and acting a scene from the story. One of the saddest stories I can think of is Night. For me it is one of the saddest because it talks about their experience in concentration camps and what all the Jewish people went through during World War 2. I even remember that I did an essay on World War 2 and the beginning of World War 1. Well all of this has helped me as a writer because I can visualize, and have a better understanding of what goes on in the stories.
I also remember that at first I didn’t get the hang of doing the Los Angeles Times sighting. Now it’s like something I know how to do and kind of like doing because it helps me understand lots of things that are going on in the world. It’s also helped me grow by teaching me things I didn’t know about like how to site articles, how to focus on how they kept writing the article after they finished talking t the person or what ever the article was about. I liked doing that because it helps me think about sighting more work and not plagiarize the work.
I’ve enjoyed writing my blog. I like writing on it because people who use the internet and read our blogs can see we are really interested in doing our work and getting a good grade. I actually like writing. I’ve grown as a writer because I don’t make the same mistakes I use to make when I first started this class. I also know I’ve grown in my writing because I like to write more than I use to without thinking about it at all. Well one of the things I liked doing was the personal narrative with song lyrics. I liked doing this because we wrote about something about us and got to choose the song that we thought would best fit the narrative. I remember I wrote about when we had to leave our dad. It’s always a sad thing for me to think about or talk about but I’ve learned to live with it. The songs I choose were Daddy’s Lil’ Girl by Frankie J and Hurt by Christina Aguilera. Those two songs best fit my narrative because they explain how I sort of feel about that situation.
I also liked writing about the poems we liked. I liked Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare, Love without Love by Luis Llorens Torres, and Tonight I can write… by Pablo Nureda. Those are my favorite poems in the book. Sadly I just wrote about two of them. I also liked writing the found poem. It was based on a newspaper article. We had to write a poem out of it. It was an interesting experience. I hadn’t realized that I had written a lot of reflections and Cornell notes and double-entry journals. I’m surprised at the fact that I wrote a lot of those things. I liked doing most of my essays because they have also helped me grow not only as a writer but as a person. I mean before I would have trouble expressing my feelings and talking about something because I wasn’t able to express myself as much as I wanted too, know I can’t find an easier way to express myself. I really enjoy writing. I also like doing the stream of consciousness because I write about what I’m thinking and it prevents me from having writer’s block.
One of the things that I know have helped me grow besides reading stories like Night, Farewell to Manzanar, The Bear, Sorry Right Number, is writing summaries about the stories, vocabulary words and acting a scene from the story. One of the saddest stories I can think of is Night. For me it is one of the saddest because it talks about their experience in concentration camps and what all the Jewish people went through during World War 2. I even remember that I did an essay on World War 2 and the beginning of World War 1. Well all of this has helped me as a writer because I can visualize, and have a better understanding of what goes on in the stories.
I also remember that at first I didn’t get the hang of doing the Los Angeles Times sighting. Now it’s like something I know how to do and kind of like doing because it helps me understand lots of things that are going on in the world. It’s also helped me grow by teaching me things I didn’t know about like how to site articles, how to focus on how they kept writing the article after they finished talking t the person or what ever the article was about. I liked doing that because it helps me think about sighting more work and not plagiarize the work.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Reflection on Luis J. Rodriguez
Well I went to go see his presentation. It was pretty interesting. I thought he was saying a lot of good things that made sense. I believe he is right because he went through that gang life experience. I think he is a really wise person because he didn't want that live for his kids which sadly was the future for his eldest son. It took him a couple of years to act like a real father with his first two kids. I think that's pretty sad because it shouldn't take a parent that long to realize that they have kids and that they are truly responsible for what ever happens to them.
I think that for him to have a deep connection with his son even though he is in prison says a lot about him. It says that he repented about what he did in the beginning of their lives but wants to change all of that. He wants to be there for them. He also wants to be more involved in there lives. I believe that he is a an amazing person because of everything he has done to help prevent gang or try to end gang warfare. He is a very smart person that made wrong decisions along the way for him to be the person he is today. He is an amazing writer believes any one of us can be what we want to be and supports us. I think he would be an amazing teacher if he ever thought of teaching. I also think that Luis J. Rodriguez can help prevent at least a 30% of dead of teens who get involved with drugs or gangs by telling them about his experience. He can tell them how his barrio ended turning their back on him because he wanted to end the violence around them.
Luis Rodriguez has a lot to teach people because he knows more than a person who hasn't been in gangs or drugs. He can be a great teacher for those who are thinking about joining gangs or are involved with drugs. I believe that if we truly tried hard we can prevent lots of things from happening. If we have a lot of people involved in helping to see that gangs aren't hte answer then alot of people wouldn'y join them at all. I learned a lot during the time we spent with Luis J. Rodriguez.
I think that for him to have a deep connection with his son even though he is in prison says a lot about him. It says that he repented about what he did in the beginning of their lives but wants to change all of that. He wants to be there for them. He also wants to be more involved in there lives. I believe that he is a an amazing person because of everything he has done to help prevent gang or try to end gang warfare. He is a very smart person that made wrong decisions along the way for him to be the person he is today. He is an amazing writer believes any one of us can be what we want to be and supports us. I think he would be an amazing teacher if he ever thought of teaching. I also think that Luis J. Rodriguez can help prevent at least a 30% of dead of teens who get involved with drugs or gangs by telling them about his experience. He can tell them how his barrio ended turning their back on him because he wanted to end the violence around them.
Luis Rodriguez has a lot to teach people because he knows more than a person who hasn't been in gangs or drugs. He can be a great teacher for those who are thinking about joining gangs or are involved with drugs. I believe that if we truly tried hard we can prevent lots of things from happening. If we have a lot of people involved in helping to see that gangs aren't hte answer then alot of people wouldn'y join them at all. I learned a lot during the time we spent with Luis J. Rodriguez.
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