Thursday, October 28, 2010
Finally, when I was a Senior at my High School, I took Natural Systems Science. This class discussed the influences that man kind has had on the planet and how these changes could permanently damage our world forever. The class included biology, earth's science, and the universe that Earth resides within. This class was very comprehensive and for the first time I enjoyed studying Science. However, I attribute this passion to my teacher Mrs. Lilly Yap. She was one of the nicest people I have ever met, which caused her to have a great reputation with the student body as well. She was short in stature but made up for this in her character, her two children were always a distracting subject for the class, rather than covering that day's lesson. Mrs. Yap was fair with everyone and tried to never show favorites, yet was generous with her leniancy on grades as long as you never crossed her. Despite her claim to not have favorites i soon became one, she would often ask how my life was going and what i planned for college. She also wrote one of my letters of recommendation for my Eagle Scout award. Then was also the one to hand me the diploma at graduation, which was a very sentimental moment. We now exchange emails and have had several visits and lunches in each other's company. She is a close friend, as well as one of the most influencial people of my life.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Hi! My name's Alyssa Francis and I work in the DC Writing Center. I just wanted to encourage you to stop by our office for writing help. We're here to help you with any part of the writing process you're having trouble with. For example, if you're having a hard time starting a paper, come on in and we can work on brainstorming and outlining. Or, if Mike tells you that you should work on a specific grammar error that you often make when you write, we can help you with that, too. Another big thing that we work on is organization. A lot of people come in and say, "I've got all the ideas down on paper, but it feels like I'm jumping from idea to idea." We'll work with you to figure out how to connect and organize those ideas so that your paper reads more smoothly.
Lynda Behan, Sunyung Song, and I are the three tutors who work in the office. We're located in the little office in room 225 (the second floor computer lab). Our hours are Monday 8:30-5:30, Tuesday 8:30-5:00, Wednesday 10:00-5:00, and Thursday 1:00-5:00. You don't even need an appointment; just walk in if you see that the door's open and the chair's empty!
I think Senora Luther-Houghton was effective because she was hard on you to succeed and do what was best for yourself as well as those around you, but she always gave the most effective advice. Outside of the classroom, you could talk to her about personal problems and receive helpful advice or her opinion on something. Inside the classroom, she made sure you understood the grammar, readings, and writing we did in class. We would use little white boards blackboard markers to practice writing out verbs and their conjugations throughout the week before a big test. Sometimes, we would get into small groups and write stories using our vocabulary and words from that week or previous weeks. At other times, we would listen to and sing spanish songs to learn and memorize vocabulary.
I remember going to class on the day of the midterm without studying. For we had practiced using all of her teaching techniques throughout the week and I felt quite confident when practicing in class. While taking the exam, I thought that it was quite easy because it was just like everything we had practiced in class. I remember we had to conjugate several verbs, write a story using vocabulary from the past few weeks, and define several vocabulary words using multiple choice. I ended up getting an A on that midterm and I believe it was because of the ways she taught and worked with our class.
When I was a sophomore in high school, I had a ton of boring classes. All except for my
history class with Mr. Ellwood. Mr. Ellwood always wore a suit in class everyday because as he explained, "I think it's what all professional teachers should wear." He was an older man who often used his age a as a base for some of his humor. He was the first teacher that did nothing but lecture. As a result, anyone who had Mr. Ellwood got a head start on learning good note taking. Just by teaching, we learned so much from him and we as a class, were lucky to have him.
Mr. Ellwood always had the lesson on the board at the beginning of the class. He had three large chalkboards that read from left to right. Each was filled to the max with information. He always advised not writing down everything on the board immediately, because he had more information to lecture about that specific topic. The classroom was filled with memorabilia from all the years that Mr. Ellwood had been teaching. From swords to oreo cookie peripherals, he had it all. The room was always organized and we had enough room to ourselves for our stuff and such. This may seem kinda odd but, my most success in the class was actually on the midterm and the final. I scored an average of an 88% on both tests. his tests were also very difficult, so I was happy. I'll never forget Mr. Ellwood, because he was the best teacher that i had, and that he was the one who handed me my diploma on graduation.
Journal 5/Oct 26 2010
He has influenced my life in many ways. One, he nominated me as student of the month. He presented a five minute speech about me to the school administration and parents. In this speech, he explained how I am a class leader and how I always strive to be the best. He also said that he would be "honored" to have me as a future co-worker one day. It touched me a lot. Also, he influenced my math skills. He knew my love for math, and challenged me everyday to become even better at it. Also, Mr. Mount was also their for me in my personal life. He would be the one I could count on for advice, or even to talk about the drama in my life at the time. Mr. Mount has influenced my life in a way that I will never forget.
Mr. Mount had many qualities that made him such a great teacher. One quality he had was that he was very caring. He cared for each and every student that he has ever impacted, whether it was an older student, or one that he had in his class at the time. Also, he had an outgoing personality that would shine as he would teach. He also was patient, which is a very important quality to have as a teacher.
The classroom environment was a relaxed one. We could raise our hand and ask questions at any time. He was not very stricked, but he was very productive in class and did not just joke around the whole time.
One particular assignment that I remember was the unit circle assignment. We made a circle and wrote all the units of the circle on there so that it was easy to study and remember. He knew that this would help us because this material is something that we will need to know in our future math classes.
Mr. Mount was such a great teacher, and I asked him to do the honor of handing me my dipolma at my high school graduation. Now, Mr. Mount is a great friend to me. He is also a great support to my college education because I am following his foot steps at Ohio State, and i know that he will be there to help me along the way. I know that he will always be one of the most inspiring people in my life.
10/26/2010, journal 5
Back when I was in high school in my senior year, I had a teacher named Mr. Mathy. Mr. Mathy teaches physics and AP Physics. I took physics with my friend Abdel and I am glad that I took it. What made the class great is the teacher.
Mr. Mathy's personality is just hilarious. He could really be a successful comedian if he wanted to. Everyday in class, he makes jokes about a lot of stuff. Whether the joke was about someone, or about something. He also told us funny stories. He was the type of teacher that can make someone laugh when a student is having a bad day. Being around this teacher is really interesting. There wouldn't be a conversation with Mr. Mathy where he didn't make you laugh.
For an example, my friend Ginny and I told him a prank that we had done to another teacher with air horns. His response was "Why did ya scare the poor guy, he already lost his hair." His classroom environment was just bunch of laughs but also stress with hard work.
Every day in class, we begin with so called journals where we had riddles or pictures on the smartboard. We had to figure out what it means and then if we get it right, we would get candy. If an answer is so creative but it wasn't the right answer, the person would still get candy. We spend like at least five minutes on this journals. Sometimes Mr. Mathy doesn't know the answers when we are stuck at one.
I think one of the best qualities that made his class effective is his personality. He being a comedian what makes you interested in the class. During class teachings, if he was presenting an object, he would joke as if something bad happened. An example, one time he brought in this static electrocity machine and when he was presenting it to the class, he pretented that he got electricuted.
There was a project that I remember doing in his class. We had to get a partner and make a bridge out of toothpicks. It was so complicated. My friend and I spent hours at his house working on this project. As the day comes when the bridge is due, our bridge looked like we dumped glue on the bridge and let it dry. To test out the strentgh of the bridge, Mr Mathy bough weights and put it on the bridge until it breaks. He had to be careful that the weights didn't fall on his shoe when it breaks. It was fun watching each bridge break due to the weight of the weights.
Mr. Mathy influenced me by showing that life can be all fun and games but also times where you had to be serious.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Snap Shot 2
October 4, 2010
One Good Man
“Ok guys lets settle down and be calm but lets be energetic!”
“Peccy what are you talking about?” my friend says to me, “Those are exactly opposing ideas!”
I say, “Your right, maybe it didn’t really come out as i wanted it to but guys we just have to remember the basics and just play, we’re getting too worked up and making errors.”
It was a saturday morning, we were at Hilliard Bradley for a volleyball tournament, we had been there for almost three hours and the guys were laking energy and poise. It was our last game of the day and we hadn’t won any. Lets just say that this was becoming a down year. The year before we only had four losses and we were a dominant team taking down some of the top teams in the state. We were the best we had ever been and we won our division. We were mainly seniors that year, out of our team of 14 eight of them were seniors so needless to say we lost a lot of talent, also some of the junior guys didn’t come back out for their senior season. So we were needless to say, young, four seniors one junior and the rest were sophomores. These sophomores were talented though, they all primarily play basketball so they were the correct type of athlete for volleyball, we just lacked experience.
“Lets just go out there and have fun guys, thats all this is. A game, for fun,” I say, play your hearts out but don’t forget this is just a game for fun, don’t get overwhelmed with doubt.”
That game put me at one of the leaders on our team, being a senior and a captain it was my responsibility to get these guys through everything. Like a black widow we are small but u mess with us and we just might take you out. Ready to strike at any time. I made it my goal to lead this team, and i did my best and the end of the season ended strong. We won our first playoff game, something that only had happened once in the history of our school’s program, we lost our second game to the number two team in the state. Even though we didn’t have the strongest season i was proud to be a part of that team because of the way those guys fought for everything we did.
The day I watched Forest Gump is the day I lost half my brain. Not really. Nothing that dramatic, but the first day I ever watched Forest Gump is the day I cracked my head open. My mother and I had just gotten done watching that movie when my neighbor, Sutton, came over. We always caused some kind of mischief whenever we were together. It was rather dark out so mother insisted we stay in. First we started in the kitchen, just being obnoxious, playing a little, ridiculous game of tag. Neither of us took the games we played as serious as this one. Like all moms, my mom did not allow running in the house but behind her back me and Sutton started chasing one another and next thing you know it I’ m scrunched up, hiding under my Moms end table. Sutton tells me “I’m gonna get you!”
“You wanna bet?” I say retaliating.
“You better look out, I see you under that table!”
And as I scream on the top of my lungs, I see him sprinting to the table. I scramble to get out of there as fast as lightning. To my disbelief, I go to free myself from this table and as soon as I put my hand down it simply lands on the cord and pulls this heavy lamp onto my head. At first, everything was dark. I hear Sutton screaming “help!” As he’s screaming like he had just witnessed a killing, my mother comes sprinting downstairs. I feel blood trickle down the back of my head. “What’s going on?” is what I think to myself. My mom rushes me up to the bathroom and puts my head under the faucet to rinse it off with cold water. I had to go to the hospital and have stitches in the back of my head. I still have a noticeable scar on the back of my head but when I see it, I will never forget the first time I watched Forest Gump.
was a cold winter day, where the winds were so icy that they were like whips whenever they
hit. Alex and I at the time were not able to drive, but we knew we wanted to go to Target! Anyways, this memory refers to an event that occurred along the way that I will hopefully never forget.
As we almost arrived at our destination, we came across a snow mound in the parking lot in front of the Lowe’s store. The snow mound had been at least seven feet high, and was probably 12 or so feet in diameter. Think of a mini mountain and that what this mound was. Both of us looked at the mound and I decided, “I got an idea“. Some idea this turned out to be. My idea was to try sliding down the more gradual side. So I climbed the up and got on top of the mound. I was thinking how cool it would be if I actually successfully had been able to slide down the side. Well, actually I fell on my butt at the start and experienced something like no other! The rush! It was incredible. The sheer, speed at which the sliding had happened… it was instantaneous.
I imagine it was a lot like traveling through space, you know, how cartoons portray travel in outer space as warp or something like that. Alex was just kind of watching these whole four or five seconds. In that time he declared to himself that I was lame and that he had to show as he put it, “Let me show you how it’s done.” And then he decided to try it and he too fell on his butt. When he reached the bottom, where I had been sitting, he said, “wow.” And then we looked at each other for a few seconds and then we broke out like hyenas in laughter. “That was awesome man!” I said. “It was, man that was good!” And then we were on our way.
It was a day that I will never forget. It was the day I gained a new best friend, one like I’ve never had before. Someone that would be there for me through anything. Someone to talk to when I need some cheering up. Or just someone to call mine. It was the day I started a relationship that I knew would last a very, very long time.
It was April 27th 2008, my 16th birthday. I was in Florida for The Cheerleading Worlds competition, along with my family and friends. Will Gunn is a teammate of mine who I had grown to really like during that cheer season. We became really good friends. He sent me a text message that nice that told me that he was going to pick me up at my hotel room at 8 o’clock that night and we were going to go to one of the Disney parks for my birthday. Nervously, I got ready. I put on a pink shirt with a classic jean skirt. I hear a knock on the door. It was Will. He looked great, he had plaid shorts on with a top that matched one of the colors in the plaid short design. He was carrying a birthday present, and he handed it to me. We walked in the room and I opened the card. The card read, “For your birthday, I’d like to give you the world. But my heart will have to do.” I smiled after I read the card, and began to open the present. It was a picture of Will and I on the competition floor that very same day that he had bought from the competition photographer. Will had put it in a Disney themed frame that said, “A magical memory of a magical day.” I was probably the best birthday gift that anyone could ask for, so I gave Will a hug and said, “Thank you so much!” He smiled and said, “your welcome.” With that, we went to the Disney park.
The park that Will had chosen to take me to was Disney’s Magic Kingdom. It also happened to be my favorite park of all. We walked through the gates and saw the park all lit up with lights. It was such a beautiful sight. We walk over to the glowing castle that just absolutely took our breath away. The castle is a symbol of joy and happiness. We stood my the castle and held hands and all of a sudden, a blue firework flew into the air. The Disney music started to play and the firework show matched perfectly to the songs. The song spoke about wishes, and that all your wishes can come true with a little hope. It was truly the best fireworks show that I had ever seen in my entire life. The finale was approaching and Will squeezed my hand a little harder. Once the speed of the fireworks increased into the finale, Will turned to me and with a shaky, nervous voice, he said, “Will you please be my girlfriend?” I had a huge smile across my face and it was then that I said, “Yes!” We shared a kiss, and then watched the last little part of the fireworks. It was truly the best night of my life. I am so grateful to still be dating the most wonderful guy in the world. We have been dating for about two and a half years now, and I do not see the relationship ending here. We are the perfect match for each other, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
It’s late October and just above freezing, but you couldn’t tell looking at the players. The lights glare down on the mud covered field. My team, huddled together, taking deep breathes, steam coming from our bodies. The crowd is so loud that it seems like a dream; something that you see in the movies. It is late in the fourth quarter and we are punting. The ball is snapped like a rocket back to Steven. I take off, speeding down the field with only one target in sight, number 34. He catches the ball and the chase begins; the cheetah after the gazelle.
Once I reach my target, we both dig in deep but I get the better of him and drag him down onto the turf. When getting up I feel a pain; my calf tightens up and I fall like a tree in the forest. After struggling to get to my feet, I look over to the sidelines.
Coach is yelling, “Go in for Ian and play the end!”
I hold my ground and wave him back off the field saying, “There is no way I’m coming out! I’ll be fine!” Shock consumes Coach’s face but there is an understanding. He calls the next play.
The other team marches to the line of scrimmage and gets ready for the first of two clashes. The first play is a complete pass and goes for about twenty yards. I look up at the clock, hoping to see zeros. Unfortunately, there are fifteen seconds left.
We huddle back together as Nick, our captain, yells, “We will not let them win! It’s time to be great! Great players make great plays! Win on two!”
We all join in, “One, two WIN!”
Coach calls the play, “Bear twist C blitz! This is your last stand!” The last battle begins and I sprint past the tackle before my opponent can get his hands on me. I crash my head into the back of the quarterback and before anyone can blink, he is on the ground. Victory!
The rest of my team runs out to join us on the field; stepping, unconsciously, to the beat of our fans’ cheers. Not only have we won the game but our conference. Along with, the first playoff berth our school has had in over a decade.
“Dude was will write each other all the time” said Alex.
“I know we will, we have too!” I replied
This was our last day together so we had to make it worth wide. Therefore, we did every possible thing we could do. We start playing outside. He had a huge white barn, it wasn’t really a barn but a huge empty storage buildings. It was all rusty and old like those beat up looking cars. So how we would always find something new in it. And this day we found his white cat that he lost the day before even though it didn’t matter too much because he was moving. Oh, I forgot almost everything that his family owe or had seemed to be white. Anyways, we would always climb through the hole under the door because the door would not open. We also made a game out of it, but I’m not sure what game we made out of it this time.
We did that with everything that day, like we always did, made a game out of everything thing we did. I had to leave now. The last minute I saw him. We both started to cry. We made a great duo like the dukes of hazards and the General Lee.
“Don’t forget to letter me when you get there” I said.
“I wouldn’t” alex replied, “but what is your address.”
So my mom wrote it down from him. After that we said our goodbyes and that was it he was gone after that. The Alex duo would be no more.
7 October 2010
“Do you wanna come to my house once we leave the pool?” asked Paige “Yeah sure, let me go ask my mom and make sure its ok I am sure she won’t mind. “I said I walked over and asked my mom if I could go to Paiges house and she said “Yeah sure just call me when you are ready to come home” I quickly rushed and put on the black shiny shoes I had worn down to the pool. Paige started to run really fast and told me to catch up with her. So I took off and start running really fast the trees were passing by like cars on the highway going over the speed limit. I just keep running then “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I woke up to lying on a soaking wet towel. I looked up and I saw everyone standing around me staring at me like a little girl that just saw a ghost.
I quickly tried to get up “AHHHHHHH” I screamed again and sobbing in pain. My mom quickly comes over and says “everything is going to be ok I promise” I had no idea what was going on I just know that people are standing all around me looking down. “ Mom is that the sirens” I repeatedly say. These people come rushing over to me quickly and ask a whole bunch of questions to my mom. I closed my eyes.
Best Friends or Siblings?
As a child, I used to spend my days and some of my nights at my neighbor's house with my best friend, Zack. We grew up together and spent afternoons, snow days, vacations, and even weekends together. When Zack and his family would go camping, out to dinner, or to a museum, I would tag along and we would have a blast. Although we were best friends, sometimes we acted more like brother and sister when we got into little fights about all sorts of childish things.
On one Saturday in early October, I went up to Zack’s house in the early morning hours to spend the day with him. We were all going to go to the pumpkin patch early in the morning to pick out pumpkins and go on a hay ride and then go back to Zack’s house for the night. Once at the pumpkin patch, Zack and I went off on our own to pick out our pumpkins.
As we were both looking for the “perfect” pumpkin, Zack started to question me about the kind of pumpkin I was looking for. Zack asked if I was going to get a big or a medium pumpkin. I said I was thinking of getting a medium pumpkin. Then he replied that he was going to get a big pumpkin. I asked him why he would want to get a big pumpkin and he said that he wanted to prove that he was stronger than me. So, I said to him of course you’re stronger, you’re a boy.
Nonetheless, that was the way Zack was; he always loved to prove he was better than me. He was like a ferocious tiger, never allowing me to be right for one moment. Although, I think that was why we were best friends, because at the time it didn’t bother me to let him be right.
The Adventures of a 7th grader
It was a Saturday night as I recall. Nothing exciting at first my friend Brad was turning the big old 14. Brad was a year older than all of us. By us, I mean my friends and I. We were all 13 years old and Brad had been the first one to be 14. In honor of this celebration, Brad invited us over to his house for a sleepover. We first started this off with watching as many horror movies as we could. I remember we first started off with “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” Brad said it was based on a true story and that it’s going to scare the crap out of us. I didn’t want to be scared, especially from a true story. Brad always liked to be though, or at least he said he did.
About 2 hours and several bloody scenes later, my friend Jon flipped on the lights and looking at Brad making fun of him for being scared. He said that brad deserved to be the most frightened out of all of us, I thought was very funny and true.
Snapshot 1, 09/30/2010
My name, my name is great. I think it is. I got my name 18 years ago on December 31, 1991. Robin is what they named me. I feel great about it. I do not dislike it at all. In fact, I think it fits me. My name is like the bird in the sky. But in fact, my name is really a name of a bird in the sky. As I went through life, this is what I was known as. Especially in fifth grade, I got the nickname as Robin the Big Bird. That is because I was one of the tallest one in my class. I felt great about this nickname. I am the human bird, as I thought to myself but too bad I cannot fly. One time I even made my class laugh because my name is Robin. We had to introduce ourselves by saying our name and say something you like starting with your first letter of your name. I said, “I am Robin and I like Robins.” Oh, what a joy to have a name like this.
Recently, my siblings make jokes about my name. Occasionally, they tell me to go eat bird seeds or something else that a bird would do. This doesn’t bother me. I am proud of my name. Robin is who I am. Having a name of a bird makes me like birds, makes me want to be like them.
Nanananana Batman. Robin, Batman’s partner, is also associated with my name. People make comments, I go with it. It is like living the American dream. Living with a name of Robin thinking I am Batman’s psychic. That is what is great about my name. My friend and I. We tell each other that we are going to recreate Batman with me being Robin of course.
Yes. Something like Bird Man or Batman’s psychic will do.
Snapshot 2/October 5, 2010
“Yyyyes, MOM!” I moan through the pain.
“Do we need to go to the ER?”
“Okay. John we are going for the third and final time.”
As I stumble out of bed through the pain of the 1,000 knifes in my rib cage. Mom grabs the weak shell of her son as I almost face plant down the 14 navy blue carpeted stairs. Once my feet reach the cool, ash color wood floor I try to stand on my own and fall into the sky blue wall and fall to my knee. As I make the five more difficult steps to grayish, blue ambulance in our two car garage.
“Tyler. Its okay we will be there in 20 minutes.”
“MUST GO FASTER!” Hails from the backseat.
“I am trying, just hold on.”
As the screech of the tires echo through the now vacant parking lot of Children’s Hospital. I inch my way out in the cool, eerie darkness of the midnight air. With the eyes on the prize, I take the 30 strides and the six floors to the sweet pain relief. Once inside the mouth of the white, immoveable monster either the pain or demoralization hits me first as I see the packed waiting room. Now the waiting game starts and the constant fights with the doctors.
“Mommy,” I whisper, “make them hurry.”
“Honey I can’t control people.”
”Okay sweetie,” As mother gets up with a subtle, unchanging determination to go talk with the nurse.
Then almost like magic I am taken back to talk to the ER doctor and was admitted to the hospital. Two weeks, two room changes, two MRIs, 86 X-rays, three ultra sounds, one nuclear test and one exploratory surgery later I was released and went home to enjoy the rest of my 5th grade year.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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