Final Exam, Dear You

Dear you,

Whoever you may be, a freshman is all I know you are. It doesn’t matter what I know about you, because either way you are an amazing person. There is no one like you, and that is the first thing you need to realize when you become a freshman. You are one of a kind and never forget that. The next thing you need to learn how to deal with is losing friends. I came to Franklin Heights from a completely different school district and I had to leave friends behind. I wasn’t going to be with the same people I was with last year. Also, don’t think your friends at the beginning of the year will be your friends at the end of the year. When this year first started, I had one group of amazing friends. They were funny, nice, even helped me sometimes with school work. Eventually, about half way through the year, we just stopped talking. It was a very slow process, but the next thing I knew I had a completely different group I was hanging out with. The next part of surviving your freshman year is learning to study and learning to work. I was stressed out way to much this year, more than I should have been. I refused to open a book and actually study and that hurt me some in French and Biology. Please, do not do what I did. Always study and do your homework the night before, not the period before it’s due like I tend to do. Yes, you may make decent grades, I did, but you will stress yourself and stress hurts the body. If you aren’t going to listen to any of this, thinking, Well he doesn’t know my life, he doesn’t know where I came from, then please, at least  know this: a grade doesn’t define you. That grade might be on your transcript forever, but it means nothing. You are you, not a grade. For some people it may seem that way, but don’t stress about your grades thinking that your life will be over if you fail. Have a great freshman year!

Your friend, Bradley

Journal Two, Violence

I’ve met many people who have told me, “Violence is never the answer!” They say that you can always use words to solve your problems, and that there is always a safer alternative to violence. I’d like to think that’s true, but it’s not. There comes a point that you have to use violence. If you are being bullied in any form, the bully isn’t going to stop when you use your words. In a real situation, the bully won’t stop after you say, “Please stop. What you’re doing is hurting me.” If anything, the bully will then be prompted to continue hurting you. Violence is justified in more situations than we say it is. Any form of self defense is justified. If you are being hurt, you have every right to stand up for yourself and fight back. I’m not saying go straight to violence, but in the case that you aren’t able to talk to the person, violence is justified. Just as if a friend is being hurt. Standing up for someone else is just as important as standing up for yourself. One good example is in Of Mice and Men with Curley and Lennie. After Lennie is smiling at the idea of taking care of rabbits, Curley walks into the room while infuriated with another man, Slim. Curley accuses Lennie of laughing at him and starts a fight. Lennie was at first told not to fight back, but he was being hurt. In this situation, it was completely okay to fight back, which he eventually did, causing every bone in Curley’s hand to break. Violence is justified in any form of self defense, which is exactly what is showed through Of Mice and Men.

Journal One, Friendship

What is a friend? To me, it’s the person you’d consider your family. In an earlier blog post ( “This I Believe” ), I discussed the idea that what you make of something is so much more than what you are given. We are all born into a family, whether it be half family, foster family, or full blood family. We see our family often and we really have no choice but to spend time with them. The people you meet at school or at a job that you choose to spend time with, that you choose to be as close to as your own family, are your true friends. At that point, if you are really making an effort to care about them and spend time with them, shouldn’t they be considered family? If you treat them like family and enjoy their presence as if they were family, then that makes them family. Some people will call the people they see once a day their friend, or the people that they only message even when they could get together and hang out are their friend. In those situations, what’s the point? If you are talking to your friend once every day or two, why even have them? They aren’t really there for you and you aren’t really there for them. At that point, you don’t really care for them. Look at George and Lennie from Of Mice and Men. The two of them travel everywhere together and they have each others backs. They are best friends, true friends. They care about each other, help each other. They are family even without being blood related.

Mistakes and Forgiveness

We all make mistakes, everyone knows that. We can all agree that no one is perfect, everyone messes up. Everyone will lie at least once, everyone will do something out of jealousy or out of hate. No one is perfect. Whenever someone makes a mistake against you, hurts you in any way, shape, or form, It’s usually easy to forgive them (depending on the situation). Oh no! Someone hurt your hand! “Sorry, I didn’t mean to!” And you forgive them like it was nothing. But what about the other side of this? What happens when you make a mistake? It seems so much more difficult to find forgiveness. Not necessarily from the other person, although it may seem like they won’t forgive you, but from yourself. When we mess up, we have trouble forgiving ourselves. You feel like you will mess up again, and therefore don’t want to forgive yourself. I personally find it interesting, we trust everyone else more than ourselves. We can trust a stranger who hurt us more than we can ourselves not to mess up again. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? You don’t know someone, so you don’t forgive them? Not knowing if you can trust them not to do it again? But we don’t work that way. We have less faith in the people we know more, and you know yourself better than anyone. The more you know about the mistakes someone has made, their habits, even their past, it becomes a bit more difficult to trust them, but it shouldn’t be. Don’t let your past determine your future. Just because you have broken promises in the past doesn’t mean you have to stick with that habit. Just because you have messed up in the past doesn’t mean you can’t be a better person from now on. Anyone, even myself, can change to be better, a more trustworthy person. And when I say “trustworthy” I don’t mean others being able to trust you, I mean you being able to trust yourself.

 

 

What Makes a Hero?

When you hear the word “hero,” what comes to mind? Maybe Superman soaring high in the sky, or Batman looking over Gotham City, or maybe even The Avengers fighting crime. We all consider these people “heroes,” but are they the only hero’s we have? There is so much more to being a hero than just saving the day, and there are many characters and people that we can look to for heroic traits. A few qualities of a hero are bravery, intelligence, and relentlessness, much as the fictional character Sherlock Holmes.

One characteristic that makes Sherlock Holmes a hero is his bravery. We can see this in many different ways in the world of Holmes. One of these times is in the British television series “Sherlock” when he fakes his own death. He is standing on top of a rather large building and he jumps off while everyone is watching, appearing to be dead. Later on we discover that his death was all a set up, a scheme. This shows that Sherlock was brave enough to stand back from London and stop cracking crimes for a while. It takes a strong person, a brave person, to stop doing what they love if they believe it is for the greater good. Without Sherlock there, he would be causing the main “villain” in the series to stop fighting back, saving his city. Another area where we see the bravery of Sherlock is in “A Study in Pink” when he is willing to play a “game” with the newly found antagonist. He chooses a pill from two, one is harmless while the other is deadly. If Sherlock won, the man was going to turn himself in. Playing this “game” shows that Sherlock is very brave and willing to do anything, even risk his own life, to put a killer behind bars.

Another characteristic of Sherlock that makes him a hero is his intelligence. Sherlock is the best deductive thinker in all fictional writings. He is able to solve a crime from hardly any evidence. It is revealed that he holds all of his information received from a case in his “mind palace”. He checks back in his mind palace to piece evidence together until the crime is solved. He solves crimes in his head alone, not many people can do that. He is also able to quickly think about the most efficient way to save himself and others. In “His Last Vow”, Sherlock is shot in the chest, but within seconds he is able to deduce that the bullet is not lethal and didn’t go all the way through his chest, allowing him to realize that he should fall backwards, thus saving his life. His immense intelligence allows him to solve crimes, which allows the lives of people in danger to be saved.

The final characteristic making Sherlock a hero is that he is relentless. He never gives up on a case no matter what the odds are. In “A Study in Pink”, he starts to think through all of this seemingly useless evidence as everyone is telling his it’s useless, but he keeps trying to find ways to connect it all until he solves the case. This goes hand in hand with his bravery. Had he not been brave enough to keep going against all odds, he would have given up. Had he listened to Moriarty and countless others, he would have not gotten anything done. His relentlessness saved many lives and solved many “unsolvable” crimes in his fictional world.

Sherlock Holmes is a great example of a hero because he is brave, intelligent, and relentless. He does what is good for the people through bravery, not for himself. He is able to make life saving decisions in seconds and have them be perfectly correct. He also never gives up, even when all odds say he can’t solve the crime. Sherlock is a fictional character, yes, but he also has characters that our real life heroes contain. He is a great example for what any hero you think of should be like.

Ever Since the Accident

I haven’t been able to remember anything from my life, whether it be the best, most beautiful days of my life or the worst, most tortorous days of my life, since the accident. I dont even know what to do now. There’s no light, no sound, just dark, dead, cold. I sat there thinking and thinking but nothing seem to pop up in my mind… Except amnesia. There was nothing really in my mind, couldn’t think of nothing but lonliness. Then I thought of my dog , blaze, Who loves to bite people on command. I wish I could see what he looks like, the thought of me going blind kills me inside . I urn to hear his sweet, soft howls. I picture him as a fierce husky. I can’t help but think of all of the fun times we had together. I’ve never been so clueless, I wanted more details, more knowledge of this dog. I also wanted to desperately go back to the fifth sentence of this story so that I could fix my spelling mistake, but I couldn’t! All of this was hopeless; there was nothing that I could do. I suddenly woke up from a dream next to my dead girl friend and a knife in my hand. But this was all worth it, just so they can feel the pain I’ve had my entire life.

 

 

 

 

DISCLAIMER   Multiple people besides myself wrote this blog post! This is a work of many minds with only the influence of the previous sentences!

First day of Band

The school I used to go to had a below-average band. Unlike other schools, our middle school band was 6th-8th grade and still only had a measly 30 people. I was a percussionista along with three 6th graders and one other 8th grader. We only had two broken snare drums, two bell sets, and a floor tom that was trying to mask itself as a concert bass drum.

The end of last school year, I left that terrible band, but joined a new one at the new school I was going to. I knew no one there on the first day, but luckily there would only be a few people. The first practice was percussion only, so I was with people very similar to me. When I walked through the hallway to the band room, I realized that I was in a ghost town. The rooms along the side, all hidden away and lurking in the dark. I eventually reached the band room after the mile-long hall way, and it was flooded with people. One was sitting off to the side, pecking his life away on a snare practice pad that looked brand new. Others were sitting around, apathetically listening to music. The final few, a very small selection of people, were screaming and playing music and chasing others around with Axe. This room filled with people seemed too insane to work with at the time. I thought I would be killed by the apathetics for talking too much, or make the maniac’s mad and have them after my head.

After settling my nerves, I was able to think more clearly. I remembered that my dad was standing right outside the door, luckily he wasn’t able to see this underworld. I heard banging and large crates moving from the back of the room. I soon found out people were moving around drums in the back, the 30-pound drum I would be carrying all summer. I also caught the scent of a dying animal, but eventually I realized that this was from the teenagers who were running around mixed with the Axe. I soon loosened up and decided to walk to the center of the room, which turned out to be a great move.

These psychotic, apathetic maniacs turned out to be nice people. The accepted me for who I was and what I believed. They helped my through the impossible songs we tried to play and gave me tips on how to get better at carrying the second largest bass drum. They opened up, let me into their family. They don’t seem as weird and terrible now as they did before. I’m just worried that instead of them becoming less psychotic, I’ve become more psychotic and don’t notice that nothing has changed. 

This experience helped me learn one main thing: you can’t judge people by their first impression on you. These amazing people that I became friends with seemed like impossible puzzles to solve, that there would be no way to get into their inner circle. That is why that first band practice is so memorable and important to me.

 

The Idea Everyone Forgets

What do you think of when nature is the subject? Maybe you imagine trees on a sunny day. Others might think of planets in space. I don’t think of normal things that we consider nature. I think of math when I hear nature. You may not agree with me, but I believe math is in nature, and it is my favorite item in nature

Math is everywhere in nature, not just in the classroom. A natural river flowing downstream has a force, speed, slope, and accelation. These rivers were not man-made, nor was the math involved. Imagine a mountain. It has a height, a maximum, and goes through different air pressures.

Maybe you would like a little more about what other people believe concerning math being in  nature. A Greek Philosopher named “Plato” also believed that numbers are in nature. He came up with the Platonic theory which basically stated that numbers alwasy have been and always will be even without humans. There are theories that state math is just an extension of human thought or that math is completely false and is just a way to explain the universe. Believe what you want to, but for now I’m sticking with math as my favorite thing in nature.

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“The House On Mango Street”. Future Plans for Myself and Esperanza

Me:

I think about my future quite often. I almost know what I want to do in the future. I want to be a math professor at a great university. I want to achieve a PhD in Pure Mathematics, not Applied Mathematics. I was inspired by the famous mathematician Leonardo Fibonacci and everything he discovered. He has sequences and ratios and patterns in mathematics named after him, and I would like something similar in my future. Some of the obstacles that may prevent me from doing this are my family. They may want something different for me. I also would have trouble paying for college and getting my degrees in Mathematics. I will overcome these by getting a job that will pay enough for me to pay off student loans and college tuition. I will also talk to my family and try everything to convince them to let me do what I want to do.

Esperanza:

My family and friends inspired me the most in life. They taught me the most and pushed me towards being a better person. They inspired me to be kind to everyone and not judge, especially my papa when he fell apart right in front of me. I was inspired to be modest by all the people who treated me like a pretty object that was theirs to enjoy. I was inspired to care for ones who had lost something, like my friends who had left taught me. I see a great future for me. I see a nice house with my stories and my pillow and my shoes by my bed. I see a future where I’m helping the people from Mango Street, because the mayor wouldn’t. My own struggles and my own wants will get in the way. I won’t want to go back to that house on Mango Street, but I will convince myself to. I will never forget Mango Street or the things it taught me. “I [will go] away to come back” for my friends on Mango Street. (Cisneros, 110)

What Happens Now?

What happens now? Maybe you have asked yourself this before, maybe you never had to ask yourself this. Sometimes people find themselves in situations where they have no idea what would happen next. They make a decision without thinking about or even worrying about the consequences of it. This can happen to anyone in a multitude of different ways. From my own experience, I’ve asked this question when my parents divorced. I was so worried about who I would be with and how that would affect schools and even how that would affect me seeing extended family. I was just wondering what would happen next, worried that it would be something bad. Others might ask this when something good happens. Another example of a time this happened was when my cousin made it through all of his treatment for a very serious disease. I was so excited he was going through it with ease and I couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next. This somewhat ties into what my previous question was. If you have not seen the previous question post, it was basically asking “Can we change things that happened, and if so, can we also change the future?” This post is focusing in more on the future side of that. Something has already happened, we can’t change that. Now what is going to come of that. Feel free to post your own stories about when you were asking yourself, “What happens now?” and if you would like also tell of the out come.