Semester Academic Goals

One of my goals for humanities this semester would be setting aside my distractions so I can get my work finished.

My second goal for this semester is being more interested in the lessons that are being taught.

The last goal for this semester is going to be using sensory detail to improve my writing.

Pillar

Project Description: We had to paint something that represented our government on the pillar.

Process: We had to find a image, make a rough draft, get it approved, and then paint it on the pillar.

Reflection: I learned how about a new religion, and different customs.

I had to find a image that portrayed Inca government, and that was really difficult because it's an ancient civilization.

I would keep the same image but paint it differently because i didn't like the way i painted it. Next time I will work harder on the artistic point and not rush.

Essay

Project Description:The time travelers project was basically we had to send a object (boat, weapon, or water system back) in time to help an ancient civilization. So we had to right a research paper about the the civilization that we were assigned.

Process: When we had to write our research paper about the civilization we participated in drafting in revision process which really made the final product the best it could possibly be.

Reflection: I learned all about the Inca civilization, and how to transition into different topics, and paragraphs.

It was very difficult for me to insert a thesis into my first paragraph, because I could not figure out how to make it fit into the paragraph. If I could I would change how I started off the first paragraph differently, because it wasn't as strong as it could of been.

Hero Project Reflection!

A hero to me would be someone who is willing to do anything to help someone else even if that meant putting there needs before your own. The hero in my eyes project was a assignment that we had to pick a person who we thought was heroic, (someone we knew) and about why we found them heroic, or in the heroic moment. We also had to capture a moment where we thought they were being heroic and take a picture.

We wrote about three drafts before we got to our final draft. Peer editing, and teacher editing was really helpful along the way. Keeping up with all the draft deadlines was really hard, sometimes I couldn't always get a draft in on that day.

I learned how to work on one moment, and using sensory detail in my writing. A lot of the time when someone edits your work they give suggestions to improve which they may have a good idea, but that might mean that you will have to change your whole perspective of your paper.

Perspective was really something you had to look for during this project. Everyone had a different perspective of a hero. So you had to make sure you respected other people perspective.

http://heyitsvanessa.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-struggled-to-get-here.html

Literary Devices Blog

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. He sat on the bench like a bump on a log.
"Hi Michael!" Angela said as she slipped a piece of loose hair behind her ear.
"Whats up?" Michael replied, trying not to look up from his book. The two of them sat in silence.
Angela could tell Michael had a chip on his shoulder. "Are you still mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad?" He pretended not to know.
"I'm sorry Michael, I'm heartbroken too, but there's nothing i can do"
"Whatever!" He got up and trailed along dragging his feet.
"Bye!"

8th Grade Promotion!

Standing here before all the parents, friends, and teachers I’ve never felt so small. I'm an abecedarian to this whole speaking in front of large crowds, I thought. The audience is filled with interested eyes beaming up at me while I’m standing at the podium to give my speech. Avoiding all eye contact with anyone in the crowd I focus my eyes on the back wall. Cameras flashing, balloons flying, and the aroma of flowers could be smelt a mile away. My stomach is filled with butterflies, my hands gadabout on the podium and my head feels as if it was spinning uncontrollably. Discomfort is written all over my face, and I no longer care to hide it.

My mouth opens, and I try to force words out, but nothing, all I can do is think. Think about how it’s going to be after this. How I’m going to miss all of my friends, and how nothing will ever be the same again. Overwhelmed by the situation I’m a nervous wreck, my palms are sweaty, and there’s a knot the size of a fist in my throat. I take a deep breath and spit out each word one by one, the words come spilling out like logorrhea. The microphone echoes my voice throughout the whole building. I’m trying to skimp through this speech as quick as I can, but it seems like it keeps getting longer, and longer.

I ignore the camera flashes, and the people screaming my name occasionally. As I begin to wrap up the ending of my speech I sigh in relief. I’m just glad this is almost over. I gather all my thoughts and can’t help but to be proud of myself. The smile on my face could have lighted up the room. I’m inundated by all the clapping, and chanting. My face instantly altered from a frown to a smile.

Sensory Detail: Sound

Loud and annoying, the irritating sound plunges forcefully into my eardrums. The noise echoing resembles a car alarm or a police siren. It gets louder, and louder as time runs out. Just when you think the sound is going to stop it keeps going, i never witnessed a time considered to be quick go by so slowly. Bursting the insides of my eardrums, how i would hate to have to hear that against my will. The sound wave is consistent, never breaking the pattern of the noise. If sound could have a color, i assure you this sound would be red, because when things are written in red it's usually to warn people, or catch the attention of. This sound would most likely catch the attention of a deaf man. I never knew such a loud sound could be considered a form art.

http://margaretnoble.net/blog/are-sound-weapons-art/

S.L.O.B Character - What I Did This Weekend (Lilly)

Rosaleen, and the calender sisters all went to town to get supplies for dinner tonight leaving me here in case Zach comes by before they get home. I ponder the house wondering if my mother had did the same exact thing. I know she's been here, I just know it.

A knock at the door awakens me from my dream world. It was Zach! My heart beats with delight, and anxiousness, I'm finally going to be alone with him i thought, completely alone. I open the door, acting as if i didn't know he was coming. I can barely control myself, he's so handsome. "Where's August?' He charmingly says, slipping off his jacket, and plopping on the sofa. "They all went to town to get dinner, August said just wait here until she gets back."

I slipped down on the sofa right next to Zach. I never knew silence could make me feel so uncomfortable. Zach broke the silence with a loud yawn. "So, Lily, hows your writing going?" "Good" I quickly reply, looking up at him dying for his lips to touch mines. He looks down at me, and i know the feeling is neutral. I lean forward trying to reach his lips, but he quickly turns his head. I felt so stupid. "I like you lily, a lot but do you know what would happen to me if anyone ever found out about this?" "They'll skin me alive!" I sat in silence. "I better go, tell August I'll be back tomorrow."

Favorite Fictional Heroe!

Elastic Girl!

Mrs. Incredible, or Elastic Girl, from the movie "The Incredibles" is my all time favorite fictional hero. Elastic Girl has the ability to stretch her body to amazing limits, and has amazing strategy. She lives in a city where super heroes are discriminated against. There for she encourages her family not to use their powers in public, or at all.

When her husband (Mr. Incredible) goes on a mysterious business trip, she follows him with out his knowledge, and her two kids trail along secretly. When she realizes her husband is in serious trouble, she springs into action to save him. She eventually saves her husband, and gives a better name for super heroes. I think Elastic Girl is the best fictional hero, because she's like a regular mom, and lives a regular life like everyone else, but when she feels her family of city is threatened she will do all she can to protect her family and city.

30 Things You Didn't Know About Me!

My middle name is Victoria.

I have five siblings.

I never been to Disney Land.

I never learned to cartwheel.

I like applesauce.

I never been out of California.

I am terrified of dogs,and rodents.

Huge Michael Jackson fan.

I Like Aim.

My favorite movie is Titanic.

My favorite color is yellow.

I love Rastafarian colors.

I am Lactose Intolerant.

My favorite author is Judy Blume.

I am very claustrophobic.

I weigh 115 pounds.

My favorite football team is the Steelers.

I've never been stung by a bee.

My zodiac sign is Gemini.

I was born at Paradise Valley Hospital.

My favorite song is "Her diamonds"

I love the Wendy Williams Show.

My oldest sibling is 33.

I wake up every morning at 1:00 A.m.

My favorite season is winter.

My moms name is Sarah.

I'm infatuated With Travis McCoy.

I totally cried when Michael Jackson died.

I love Plaza Bonita Mall.

I hate when people double dip. Gross!

I despise walking into a room filled with people.