This I Believe

Project Description

The This I Believe project is about our beliefs. We had to write a 400-500 word essay about a personal belief that we have. 

Process 

At first i had to write my essay on my belief which was love. for me writing my essay was kind of difficult because i really didn't know how to explain why was that my belief. After many drafts i finally got my essay of my belief. After we were done making our essay we had to take pictures of our profiles so we could put them on  our frame creatively. Then we would customize our frames with our essay and our profile so we could display on exhibition night.

Reflection

I really liked this project because i really got to express how i truly felt and this really got to me because i  based it on my parents and when exhibition night came and my mom read it she started crying so i really felt proud of this project. my moms tears was the meaning of m success.

This i Believe essay :

Understanding love

I believe in love because my parents had given it to me my entire life. The love of a parent is precise because they look out for their children to make sure that they are safe. I sometimes may think, “Oh my god why do they do this to me? I am not a little child anymore!” Well the truth is I am like that as well I don’t really like it when my parents treat me like a little girl but parents are always going to be parents.

            Whenever I go out with some friends or just family I always get the same lecture over and over again from my mom and dad. “Don’t get drinks from strangers, don’t talk to strangers, always stay with your friends, don’t go wandering off all by yourself etc.” That is really the last thing that I want to hear from my parents but I can’t do anything about it. My parents just do that to me, my brother or sister because they don’t want to risk losing us.

            Getting grounded is the worst thing of being a teen. I get grounded because I get home late, talk back to my parents, or don’t clean my room etc. There was a time when I had come home from my friend’s quinceañera practice and had gotten home at 9:30pm. I got home exhausted. I looked droopy like if I were to just drop dead in that instant. I had not done any of my homework, chores, nothing. My mom was furious, she told me that since I got home late I was going to clean the kitchen, clean my room completely and then do my homework. When she told me that I got this face of “what did you say”. Then my fury just came out and I started yelling at my mom saying “I AM TIRED AND I AM GOING TO GO TO MY ROOM DO MY HOMEWORK THEN GO TO SLEEP OKAY!” My mom just looked at me for a little then says “ Joss you’re grounded for two weeks” I go to my room all mad because I knew if I said another word she was going to ground me for a even longer time. After a while that I was in my room she comes in and tell me “mi amor te regaño por que te amo” even though it is hard to admit, it is the truth.

         The love of every parent is the love of everyone in the universe. They don’t know when to stop loving their child because they believe in them and they also believe that there children are going to be successful in life. I love my parents very much even though they make me mad, frustrated, happy, and excited. I know that my parents love me as well but now I think that it is my turn to express my love to them even more because they have already done so much for me.

REM

Description

In this project we had to read My Ishmael.We were reading this book for about a month or so and then Charlotte had given us a sheet of paper that three categories and in each category had a list of ideas of what you could do to represent the book . The point was tomake a project so that we could express our ideas in a fun creative way.

Process

First I had to read the book My Ishmael. Then I was going through the list that Charlotte had given us to read and choose one or more of the items on the lists. I had chosen the Illustrator. For the illustrator we had to do a piece of artwork that represented a chapter in the book or the main idea of the book overall. I had drew Julie sitting down in a chair , a thinking bubble was coming out of head like if Ishmael had already told her about something and she had to think about so she could understand it herself instead of someone else explaining it to her. inside the thinking bubble i had also painted men on steps and on each steps the mean change . i put that because it mean t the evolving philosophy of our race.

Reflection

This was a project that I had liked a lot because i got to choose the piece that i wanted to do and it gave me freedom to express what I wanted to do for a change because usually I have to write an essay about why did i like the book what questions do i still have etc. I hope that i get to do this again.

Evelyn Glennie Shows Us How To Listen

What struck you ?
It struck me when Evelyn Glennie said that deaf and i was so shocked because the drum and i was just wondering how she was playing if she didn't even know what it sounded like. But then she was explaining that she didn't need to listen to the drum in order to play it. She said that the only thing that you needed to do was to feel the drum
What did you notice?
I had noticed that she was putting a lot of emotion into her playing that her body would move to the sound of her drum and her marimba.
What did you enjoy about her performance ?
I liked that she would put her own unique style into her music and how she would change the distance between the sticks while playing the marimba.

Sustainability Visit

Question : What is your name and your role here at the farmers market  ?
Response :  My name is Tia Harrison and i am a vender here at the farmers market.
Question : Which company do you work for ?
Response : I work for Smit Orchards
Question : Why do you choose to shop here ?
Response : I choose to shop and sell here because it is better for the environment and because it is better for our health.

Question : Do you garden at home ?
Response : No not right now.
Question : What would  be your advice to get others to do what you do ?
Response : My advice would be to just try it out because it is the only way you are going to know if  you like it or not.
Question : What do you think is the most expensive piece of fruit ?
Response : i think that the strawberries are because they are grown naturally and its the good type not like the ones that you would usually buy from a supermarket.
Question : Where is your company located ?
Response : it's in Linden, Ca


1. What has Struck you about the location you visited? Was it what you expected, or very different?
   - Not that many things struck me because it was everything i expected but i did notice that there were different types of venders there. There wear venders who sold the fruits there were others who sold jewelry and some who sold food that was already made and they would also sell plants there as well.
2. Which items were cheaper than you expected? Which were more expensive? 
   - I thought that everything was cheap but i did notice as well that any type of berry was more expensive at the farmers market.
3. Do you think you will start going to a farmers market more often? Or using a community garden? Or supporting a CSA?
   - I think i will want to go to a farmers market because the produce looked more appealing  to me than produce at a regular supermarket. and because i know that it would be better for me and my family.
4. How do these locations fit into our essential questions of " Why Don't People Live More Sustainably?" and " How Can I Convince Them To Do So?" 
   - I think that these locations fit perfectly into those questions because after going to a community garden or a CSA or a farmers market you actually think why don't we live more sustainable and we know that the food is better but we still don't buy the food .

Talking These Ideas Out !

 has struck you ?
A lot of things have stuck me in the readings of My Ishmael and the Food Inc documentary. In the Food Inc documentary i was shocked about everything. The documentary was showing us things that we actually needed to know about what we were eating in our everyday life. The thing that most struck me in this video was when a mother went to court because her child died from eating meat. In the book My Ishmael is when Ishmael talks about how we live because it is the truth that he is mentioning in the book.

Do you agree or Disagree with the concepts ? why or why not ?
I agree with everything because we do have a right to know what we are eating and we also have the right to eat the better quality. i agree with everything that Ishmael talk about because we do live very poorly and don't make the right decisions at some points.

How can you apply them to the real world ?
Well you can do many things but i think that the first thing that we should is do is make better food choices for ourselves. It will be the same concept for My Ishmael but instead we need to make better lifestyle choice for everyone.

School Daze Dialectic Journal

Quote: " Test scores are lousy. The schools don't prepare people for jobs. The schools don't prepare the people to have a good life. I suppose some people would say that the schools should give us some survival value. we should be able to be successful when we graduate." 


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Response: The thing that strikes me about this passage is that kind of true but then if then if you actually think about it schools do in a way help you get ready for the future.But when it comes to the survival they don't teach us about any of that they may just ask us like usual " what would you take to a deserted island ?" Julie is right we should be able to be successful when we graduate so we could feel confident when we go out in the world on our own by ourselves. I found this quote very interesting because I  agree with with it 100 %

WiNNiNG iSN'T EVERyTHiNG

       Hi my name is Holly, and I am 8 years old with golden brown hair and sapphire blue eyes that sparkle like the sea just like my mother's. Today I am going to be telling you about a story of when I was a professional pie eater at the county fair. My parents are very wealthy, and my father was also a pie eater like me and that's why I started getting into competitions with my father, but unfortunately my father died when I was 6 years old which has been a tragedy for me and my mom. I have been with my mother only since that time but me and her had our good times before she entered me into the young singles pie eating competitions.
      I used to be in competitions with my father, and that was the best year of my life since I got to spend time with him. We would always practice whenever my mom used to make pies for us, but then we would only leave one pie for all of us to enjoy together. We were all once a very happy family but ever since my father died the only thing that matters to my mom is me winning the competitions. So whenever I have a competition I am always focused on what I am supposed to do, which is really easy, all I have to do is eat a giant pie faster than the competitors which is kind of easy for a little girl. The only type of pie that I would eat is cherry pie it reminds me of my father because that was his favorite scent of all. Now I am going to take you back to the day that I was poisoned at the fair.
      “BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP !” 
      “ UGHH I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP 5 MORE MINUTES PLEASE !” even though no one could hear me because I was deep inside my covers.
      “ Holly sweetie wake up it's time for you to get up or else you are going to be late for the county fair competition.” announced my mother in a strict tone of voice. My mom means the world to me, because she is the only person who I have left in my life.
      “ Mother please 5 more minutes !”
      “ No Holly, lets go come on get up.”
      “ Okay mother I'm up, I'm up!” I answered with a very mummified tone of voice for waking up at the crack of dawn, even though it was more like 8am.
      “ Holly are you up yet? If you are then come downstairs to eat breakfast.”
      “ Yes mother I'm up I was just washing my face and hands.” I replied, even though I still looked like if I were dead from last night. I had bags under my eyes and I was flopping all over the place with a rotten look. No one would really expect this from me, because whenever I step out of my house I am always very well dressed with a nice little dress like the one I was wearing that day. A dark marine blue with little touches of red in it, and my hair up that had three little knobs and it would look like if I would have just came out of the salon. Everybody knew who I was because I am usually on the front page of a lot of newspapers and clippings. I am the youngest pie eater in the whole Southwest. From all of the people that I know only one person has hated my family, and his name is Andrew Fox. He never liked me or my father because we would always beat him and his daughter, Elizabeth, in the competitions to the rate that his eyes were filled with fury. He's always wanted revenge but I am guessing that he has forgot all about it and has put it in his past.
      Once I am done eating my breakfast I go back up the stairs with a unenthusiastic attitude. “THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP” are the only sounds coming from me. Once I get changed and all girlied up I am ready for my competition there is nothing that can really stand in my way of winning, because this would make my father proud and so may he rest in peace. Also for my mother who is there by my side all the time. Now it's the time to go to the competition that I have been waiting for. While I was coming downstairs all I could see was my mother's face brighten up with joy. She once told me that I reminded her of my father.
      “ Holly you look great , come on lets go sweetie or were going to be late.” So there we go headed out the door. We step into the car and I just sit and wait, and wait, and wait. Until I could see the fair. Once I see the fair in plain sight I roll down the window and I suddenly felt the fresh air against my face. The air would bring smells to me while the car was in motion. Pumpkins, squash, horses, gas, popcorn, cotton candy, and the best of all cherry pies that were freshly baked to smell but the only thing that I could think of during the car ride was my father and I would just wonder if he would be proud of me. The only sounds were crowds going wild in the tents, laughter from everyone having a good time, screams from the rides scaring the souls out of them and the words
      “CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!”
      This was like my safe place and heaven. I stepped out of the car and I just smile but no words came out of my mouth in that moment, I needed to install my brain into the fair and the competition. I start walking towards my station where I was going to be eating, I couldn't wait until that pie was mine. I was so nervous that me and my mom went to walk around the fair and look at the different booths, and play a few games, but during the time I was doing this the organizers were already setting up for the competition. When the organizers left for a little while someone had poisoned my pie and no one had any idea who it was. I start going back because I knew it was time for me to get back for the contest so I could get into my place and be ready.
      I had turned around and saw that Andrew Fox and his daughter were there at the competition as well, so I had found out that his daughter was competing against me so we all had an awkward moment of silence. When one of the organizers had said that one minute was left until the competition started my heart just started racing faster and faster. I thought that my heart was going to jump out of my chest, but I was lucky enough that it didn't. Then the words of the moment arrived “ARE YOU, GET SET, EAT !” So there I go eating my pie as fast as I could but then I start feeling nauseous and when I look up I can't see anything because it was way to blurry and I felt that I was going to just collapse. That's when I had fainted. But the weird part was that I could still hear stuff that was going around me but I couldn't talk . All I could hear was
      “ CALL 911 AND SAY THAT A LITTLE GIRL FAINTED !” and my mom just repeating
      “ HOLLY, HOLLY WAKE UP SWEETIE WAKE UP !” with a high pitched voice that sounded like if she was going to faint as well but she was just crying with a lot of desperation. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the hospital and my mom was next to me crying her sapphire blue eyes out which had turned into rivers flowing through her face. She had told me everything that had happened that day she had said that I was in a coma for two days and that I had fainted because I was poisoned.
      At that moment, Andrew Fox had came in to my room with a guilty face and my mom had asked him if he needed something but there was no reply. He could only say two words I'm sorry and we would just kept asking why but no response would come out of his mouth. Until he came clean saying that he was the one who had poisoned my pie so I could lose and so that his daughter could win for once in her life. He just begged for our forgiveness, but I said “ I'll forgive but you still need to earn our trust back and Mr. Fox winning isn't everything.” The only thing that I could say to my mom when Mr. Fox left was that I was fortunate that I didn't die because then she would be left on earth all alone and that we should be grateful that we had each other and that my father would be very proud of us because we would never be inseparable.
      Two years passed and Mr. Fox had died in a tragic car accident and to this day his daughter is in a wheelchair and may remain in one for the rest of her life. I know how it feels to lose your father. One day she came to me saying that she knows my pain since she lost her father. We are getting along now so we may just hope that we are going to become friends. I had told her the same thing I told her father which my father had mentioned to me as well “ Winning isn't everything”

ZiiNE LiiNk: http://students.hthma.hightechhigh.org/~jleon/zine-jocelyn-karina-adriana-lenia.pdf