MY WORD CLOUD REFLECTION

1. First, I texted some friends on social media and asked them politely to do me this favor.
2. I copied and pasted all my text messages in my gmail and emailed them to myself.
3. I created a google document to put them all together as I received the messages.
4. After gathering all the text together I attempted word cloud to form my cloud. At first it was difficult because it would not let me save the file.
5. Couple Days later I attempted again, and succeeded.
6. Final Result.

A WELDING GAL

TRYING TO WELD 

Many students take the Ag Welding class to learn how to weld. To be able to weld, they have to learn the basics and have knowledge about the equipment before grabbing it. Having few guys, 5 to be precise, in my Ag Leadership class who have taken the Ag Welding I or Ag Welding II is a challenge. Most of them are usually working on making a stage, props, and such things we could use for the meeting. However, a couple of them, mess around or ditch the class. 

With not many hands on deck to help with the job, a brave girl volunteered herself.

Taking initiative as a close friend of hers, I offered to learn and help her build the trophies from scratch. There was other things I could help with like making posters with the whole chapter team. However, I personally did not think they needed more than 8- 10 people to work on it. In addition, as the chapter reporter, an officer, I decided to bring forth my duty. I am suppose to help and expand my knowledge. I learned how to cut 13 FFA emblems with a Christmas tree inside with a laser light (not the proper term, I believe, I mean I did not take any of the classes before). The brave girl who stepped up and a team of other few girls joined her to sand down the cut metal to have nice medallions without any sharp edges. She cut out a 3 rectangular pieces from a rectangular tube. She sanded the edges and started to weld on the first trophy.

 

On Tuesday afternoon, 12.10.19, I wanted to finish the trophies in order to paint them the next day and have them ready by Thursday for the meeting. Mr. Guerra only had an hour after school. I had finished cutting the emblems, however I could not keep going without welding the parts together. I proposed the idea to myself and was determine to finish. He demonstrated how to weld the part together and we practiced for the first 20 minutes taking turns between Monica, Jessica, my sister, and I. I was glad they joined me. Eventually we got the welding done in time before Mr. Guerra left. Our trophies had a few flaws, but was exceptionally great. Being exposed to it for the first time and having determination produced an amazing product for the FFA joint meeting of the year.

MY LEARNING FALL AND RISE

The Heart of Certainty 

 

Like anyone else, first day of back to high school is kind of boring in addition to the craziness of  homework. Any class you come in, it is expected to present yourself, create some type of name-tag, or just go over the syllabus. (The only interesting thing is the people around you)

As I entered my AP English class, I instantly felt that it was going to be boring, judging by the looks. First of all, it was 5th period and it was far from the cafeteria which meant I would have to get into the line to get lunch. It seemed really far away. Secondly, this English class was so distant from the crowds as well as it was one of the portable classrooms with an ordinary boring blue ramp.  As I entered the class, I was confused. Was this teacher really going to seat us like a college setting? All the seats were scattered facing the front of the class with a blank whiteboard and the only thing written was on the left which were the teacher's social media/ references. 

As the teacher started talking and introduced himself, Dr. Preston, I got anxious to get out of the class. It was first day of school and most likely it was going to be introductions or syllabus to kill time because there was not much to do. Despite being the first day of school, Dr. Preston gave us a speech. He read our minds, you can say, as he talked about what other teachers will be doing or have done throughout the day. It literally blew my mind how passionate he seemed and excited for this school year even though he talked with a tone which could be misinterpreted as being monotone at some parts of his speech. The whole class seemed to be engaged and Dr. Preston knew how to keep their attention. At last, he described our options: Textbook and paper or Open Source Learning and Blogs. He used psychology to express and lead us to our option in an indirect way. His diction about each option showed that he was bias to Open Learning Source. Without a doubt, I also wanted to do something new like these "blogs". I did not want another class where I would have to carry my textbook or read from it everyday and write summaries in my dull room as the sun seemed to be gone and be replaced by her sister, the moon.   

WELL THERE IS THIS SONG...

Passion 

Being creative was super hard for me.

...Or at least I thought so. 

I could never write a story like my companions in 4th grade. They would come up with funny stories about a socks monster and bring socks to school to throw at the audience. Sometimes, they would all bring props.

My stories were just complicated. 

I struggled and struggled. And STRUGGLED. How could I ever make a story that made the students laugh. 

In addition, how could I ever even speak loud and clear with confidence. I always felt my cheeks turn hot, maybe even be a little red. Then, the tears in my eyes would form and I was not even crying. 

Well, Kate became a great writer. So did Goku. He is a senior now at another high school and in the Drama Club, I believe so. He was really creative as well. In 5th grade he would come over from his 6th grade class to share his stories. 

Now, I open my eyes and I see many youth my age being activist, owning businesses, forming a social media platform or doing what they love. 

I wonder where I am. I will admit, one of my flaws is being indecisive. I love reading of course, so I did end up buying books and eating them up as fast as I could. I also started playing the ukulele in 4th grade. I started when I was in 6th grader and now as a junior in High School, I am painting canvases with acrylics and composing songs. I also care about my community and want to educate myself more as well as get other involve.

However, Singing and music just makes me happy anyday. 

Like the real meaning of HAPPY. Not just plain old boring happy, but an unexplainable Happiness. 

So, I might not be Greta who is traveling all over the world to spread awareness about the Climate Change, or I might not be Shin Lim or even Kodi Lee who have won America's got talent..

but I am ME. 

A little misunderstood me.

A little too curious.

A little too confused. 

Perhaps a little too much.
But still, I am creative in my own way.

https://studio.youtube.com/video/0miqCaA9mCM/edit

HOW DID I DO?

Today I had an interview.

A small note to you: 

I would be pleased to have feedback on how I did on my interview. 

This would be really useful because I might be having another interview soon.

With much appreciation, 

Odalys Martinez


**
Notes:
Open Learning Source 

MY BRAIN ON THANKSGIVING BREAK

My Brain on Thanksgiving Break

Nine.
Whole.
Days. 
Of no School. 

** inserts fearful face **

😨


How did I possibly manage to sustain my memory and learning momentum this 2019 Thanksgiving Break?

Well after long hours (during the whole week, even Saturdays and Sundays) of chores, babysitting, cooking, and spending quality time with my family and extended family, I took most (maybe fewer than most) of the afternoons for me. 

Despite the work and studying I needed to do and wanted to do, I still managed to tie it in within my daily life and routines.

For example, the mornings that I was not in a rush and I was making homemade tortillas, I watched on YouTube a video or two about history (for my APUSH class) or a video about religion to help me increase my knowledge and be more prepared in these topics when I have to discuss it with my father or committee. Sometimes I rewatched the videos to go over facts and capture something I had missed before. During the day when I was trying to do some homework while watching my sisters in the living room watch T.V., I would try to do everything with one hand (such as typing or reading). My youngest is super active and loves jumping around so much. I have to lie her down and massage her feet so she can relax and watch t.v. or take a nap. This shows how I tied my daily routines to my education.                     

Yeah, you might probably ask why not hurry up and then afterwards concentrate fully on studying. Well, there is dead time when the tortillas are cooking and when the other meal on the side is done as well. In addition, free time, or me sitting down is not really an exception when you have three younger siblings wanting to play all day with you and fighting for your attention. I really try hard to give them my attention equally but as always the oldest gets the least and the youngest the most. 

Instead of going out with my parents on Saturday's afternoon, I asked to stay home and work on some research and homework. It was great especially late at night I got to concentrate way better.
However, I did spend quality time with them on the days they ]]  

Overall it was a great and I'm thankful for my family. They really are a part of me and a great motivation. They made this Thanksgiving week memorable with the many smiles and laughs we shared which made this week living for... 💖

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

DON'T BE ON TIME
 Be early, Be at least 15 minutes early or more
1. Settle in 
2. If you come on time, do your best to not have dead time

Handshakes/ Eye contact 
File that away
Eye Contact (direct eye contact) 
Firm Handshake, 
Dress Matters
Personal Space 

THE IMPORTANCE OF YOUR VOICE

As a 6th grader having to read my "funny" or "creative" story in front of the class as everyone did on a Friday was just a roller coaster. I would go up in front of the classroom and before I started talking, my hands got sweaty. Before I read the sentence, my eyes would water. I would stand there. Shaking. It was a feeling that I knew I was confident and could go through my whole story, but I just could not.
Now think of this: Your having a class party and the teacher asks for food options. You may not share your idea/ opinion. But if you did not get to vote, you made a choice of having others vote for you and make your decision ( at least the average - majority- select for you). 
Being a shy young girl, I did not participate much. In other words, many choices were made for me or I followed the "crowd". It also made me so insecure about myself. I wanted to fit in. However, to do so, I always had everyone else go first before I did.
Now, gaining my confidence back in myself, I like starting first or volunteering first: to get over with whatever it is or simply because I feel excited and prepared and not as nervous as before. When ever I saw something wrong, I never spoke up and if I did, I was afraid. Now, I feel okay to make conversations or argue politely with anyone. I am not afraid. I am not afraid to ask questions. I am not afraid to simply be me.

THE FUTURE OF OPEN SOURCE CODE

 An article about preserving data, read HERE.

(Here are my Notes I took if you want a shorter version.)

Open Source Code Will Survive the Apocalypse in an Arctic Cave 

Last Stop before North Pole for civilization is Svalbard

   - Coal Mines have shut down

     > Attraction to scientist; doomsday peppers setting 

         * ideal spot for a big global reset button // keeping it neutral in times of war

Place 

   -belongs to Svalbard Global Seed Vault: Food/ Crops are stored and grown to be preserved in

   case of famine pandemic or nuclear apocalypse 

   - Nat Friedman explores abandoned coal mine, metal tool shed

   -Arctic World Archive (the metal tool shed)

     - Data encoded on discs - like old - school movie reels: microfilms

     = Norwegian company Piqlas coats w/ iron oxide for resistance 

       - will last 750 years normal conditions & 2,0000 years in low- oxygen cave 

Open Source Software --> Greatest Achievements (along
     w/ masterpieces of art & literature)

   -* Foundation of Modern World

   - basic idea: write code & share it 

     > Expands to anyone modifying it and making it their
     own

   - significant inventions, ex: nuclear powder, antibiotics,
     etc... 

Microsoft making $$$ on source codes through Windows and Office

   - Lead to DIY Hacker, Torvalds, stood ground to the idea of
     free speech, free access to public goods and knowledge,
      and progress itself 

   - Torvalds wrote the Linux Codes (under grids the internet
   and smartphones)

    - Debate: how much control few companies have in
     tech 

       - Open Source became a RULE 

          - Helped Google afford to give services for us like email, maps, etc...

In addition, Torvalds wrote a program - GIT: helps manage development Linux -> GitHub

   - Github: process of codes easier --> searching for existing codes rather than starting
     from scratch

Purpose

    - not for powerful companies to get more power but for the people

Summary: Open Source Code would not have imagined as possible more than 20 years ago, let's say, 20 years before this article was published. Many companies kept their coding secret for themselves which meant everyone had to start from scratch to perfect theirs or to even start coding. Sooner than expected, open source became a rule. It was influenced by the idea of "freedom of speech, free access to public goods and knowledge, and progress itself" (Vance). As a result of codes being accessible to everyone, we now have free services from Google and other developments. The purpose was to democratize technology and for the people to explore these resources without having to ask permission or being watched. However, our new sources in the Internet like Facebook and such have been able to analyze us, the users. I think it is so interesting that Svalbard is the place where they store most of the existing coding and that it contains from different countries. It is also a spot of neutrality. 

THE IMPORTANCE OF PLANNING

Credits to The Importance of Planning - Concentus Wealth Advisors for this image which may be copyrighted.

Have you ever gone on a mini-vacation with your family?
Perhaps you have, but have your family ever gone somewhere without plans?

There was an event on a Saturday morning. I woke up extra early that morning. My family had plans to go get some breakfast and then drive of to Santa Barbara where the event was taking place. However, that morning, I was notified that the event was cancel because our main presenter that was running the event happened to go out of the country for an emergency family situation.

My mom, sisters, and I were all in dresses as my father was in a nice polo shirt and shorts. We got in the car, and we made plans to go to Santa Barbara and just go downtown or to an attraction place. Not before we drove off, our plans changed. We were going to Santa Monica Pier.

It was the first time we had been to Santa Monica Pier. We spend the whole afternoon walking around and it was really crowed. We did some window shopping and walked around a few stores. However, it was getting late and my father wanted us to go to Downtown L.A. He was excited to show us around L.A. because my sisters and I had not really gotten the opportunity to go there due to time whenever we had gone to L.A. In addition, my dad had lived around there before. Since it was too late, we found ourselves looking for a Hotel. Every single place we had stopped was "full". We tried the casinos, the areas close to the center of LA, nothing. We just got on the highway again when I made a final call. They had a couple of rooms.

The room was in okay condition. And very dull. There was loud noises from people upstairs, music blasting from a car parked outside, and the sound of cars zooming really fast in the highway. There was even a knock in our door. As creepy as this place was, it was enough for us to wake up the next morning and go for a walk in L.A.

In comparison, we had just recently attended a Wedding in L.A. Planning ahead of time is a benefit. You pay half as much and know where to drive and where to go. I can conclude that I did enjoy my trip better in the latter story because my sisters and I used the swimming pool, and our rooms were perfect as the sun is up because we got great lighting a more seemingly clean room. 

NUMEROLOGY

ATTITUDE = 100%
(Credits to Readers Digest Canada's article "These Are the Luckiest Days of the Year to Do Everything, According to Numerology" ) - Just for the Picture

Numerology - the belief in the divine or mystical relationship between a number and one or more coinciding events. 

Fun Fact: 

     When I was in 4th - 5th grade I would carry a small journal with the Pythagorean Numerology chart. The notebook contained not just the chart, but notes from every article/ story I found online or at the Public Library. There was so few formulas written and pages full of what the numbers meant. They all added to a sum that represented love, compassion, luck and and perfect timing. For others it was how it was related to the power of a word or your name (Which is starting to remind me of Rumpelstiltskin -  and how he names his daughter Hope because each name contains power). I would observe different people, as well at school where everyone knows each other in the class, and I would use their names without telling them. I would add and solve and get numbers and in my own mind, I would know what these numbers indicated about them. In addition, I would also have dreams. I remembered these dreams came from November 2012 and in November 2013. Who knows why on the month of November, for I still wonder about it.

 Now that I'm a junior in high school, I am curious to go back and look through my notes. However, I have thrown that notebook away a year or two ago because there was so much writing. I mean, whenever I found something interesting at that time, I copied whole paragraphs word by word and annotated so much in ink (imagine all the scribbles for each mistake - no, i did not think of using whiteout). 

What do you think about Numerology? 

TODAY'S ARGUMENT // PATHOS

          LET'S START AN ARGUMENT

You want to argue first? 💥😏

Oh, you want me to argue first?
HAHA  OHkAaayyyYY  😆@?!
                                                                       

WHY I ARGUED

My younger sister, Andrea

So today, I had two meetings in the afternoon.

First, I had to meet right after school with the Ag teachers and my fellow officers companions to plan ahead for our monthly meeting.

Secondly, we had a gathering for Youth Making Change in the late afternoon with my sister so we both decided to hangout at Jacks while I did some of my homework. Many topics came up, especially an interesting one not many people talk about, ... or do they?

Teens change throughout high school. 

True, right? I mean it may be a slow change you do not really notice in these four years. It could be negative or positive changes. 

(I agree, it is weird that teens would talk about teens in general. 

So... I guess you can conclude that we are they type of weird)

When I was in middle school (junior high), I had been told by many that when you are in high school you become a different person as in an disobedience child. Many of my peers had older siblings to whom they referred to as evidence. 

- "My older brother started going out so much and now he doesn't do anything at home"

- "My older sister is always getting mad and angry. It is like we have to fight about something everyday" 

 ... and so the list goes on and on. 

Now, being wearing the shoes of a high school student and eldest child in my family, I can argue that it is not all true. 

MY ARGUMENT (CHECK THIS BLOG HERE AND IT'S DOWN BELOW)

LET'S START AN ARGUMENT

You want to argue first? 💥😏

Oh, you want me to argue first?
HAHA  OHkAaayyyYY  😆@?!
                                                                     
The main idea of this argument is how high school changes most students in many ways, specifically gives them a brighter outlook. We discussed about how students in high school become more mature.

Yes, there are many students who do not change their behavior at all. They accept their grades and stay standing to the idea that education is not worth it for them. Others ditch their classes while others go to class trolling like zombies without wanting to come back to life.

However, observing people going into relationships and facing life responsibilities such as working proves that teenagers do become more mature.

I wanted to be persuasive so I used Pathos. The reason I chose Pathos was because many other teens could relate to the relationship part. It does not have to be a boy-girlfriend relationship. It could be a best-friend relationship in which one influences the other and one realizes that they have to keep achieving more milestones even without their friends if they are not supportive. 

ON SELF- RELIANCE PART III

Self- help in America alone is a billion dollars business
"Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own"

People are good.

Honoring your nature.
- still same person you were and are.

Example:
Same values as when Obama was president until today president


TAKE A CLOSER LOOK DEEP MEANING AND POV
Civil war was after this article.

Dont act like your good if your not actually good.

If something is good, lets call it out because thats what matters,
Don't overuse some words

He isn't against charity or good events
He is against about people that give and donate to look good,
He is against those who behave bad with friends and families but goes to church.
Hipocrisy

Virtues
- integrity,

ITS A SHAME: it is more common to see bad news than good news

Sometimes people aren't nice, but they make up for it by donating into charities, etc

You dont need someone to pat you in the back to say good boy or care for what others think

You will always find those who think they know more than you what you should be doing than yourself --- living others opoins

Its harder to know people because when they talk, they talk like whatever they are saying is based on a script after hearing it from somewhere else and you cant see their true themselves. They give the same points and you cant really feel if they are actually believing it. Not only do ppl stop speaking like themselves, they dont say no.
A man may have to know how to estimate a sad. sour face.

Reactions we see might hurt our feelings,
they arent really about us, the reactions are about them - what they have read, seen, or done, or discontent,

When you disagree with someone, they will wonder why? whats the difference

ppl from certain education/ temper - they will attack you , explore,


THE GAME IS BIGGER THAN THE PLAYER
Picture: Bringng ppl together to discuss - disagreement? (I don'd agree with you/ No) Simple and dry
                             You have two choices, either just say ok and . or ask why
Why - brings it into a conversation

ON SELF- RELIANCE PART II

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

Soliloquy- 

If you choose not to decide, you still had made a choice

You don't know what you can do until you do your best. 

You can't show your best, if you never try your best. 

"I'm so stressed" ---> Relaxation, which then stresses us more

We feel at our best, when we put our heart into it and we acknowledge it.   

Emerson talks about teenagers - sometimes they don't care

- Teenagers do not care what they do not care about. And they might let you know. 

- Ex: a baby does not care when it's hungry, adults drop what they are doing, and adults have to compromise. 

Babies and Rude people that don't have a filter, should teach us that is okay. 

An adult is trapped by its conscious, we are always aware how others see us and our voices become faint and fainter. 

Challenge: A world 

Names and Custom 

RHETORICAL STRATEGIES PART 1

ETHOS
define-

Examples:
     The author in "The Ethical Challenges Self-Driving Cars Will Face Every Day" is Johannes Himmelreich. The author is a philosopher who works with engineers in Standard's Center for Automotive Research.
    Diana D


PATHOS


LOGOS


KAIROS

FIRST IMPRESSION: ON SELF-RELIANCE

"Our acts our angels are, or good or ill"

The belief in you is worth celebrating is genius.
We have this inside voice with which we would speak with.
We should think for ourselves and not from other what we read or observe.
Many of us do not think greatly of ourselves, but we should.

How can you yourself and be someone else at the same time?
If you are good being someone else, then your true self had died.

There are many wonderful people who take the knowledge in and study it but to take action is another different story.

*Woah! It totally makes sense about being your true self or either pretending to be someone you aren't. This reminds me of a friend who wasn't sure of them self. They were going through experiences that lead to this person to say that they eventually had a mask on. After hearing this, I wondered if they even had a small part of them that was true and at least be happy. I hope they figure them self out and eventually find hope or heal spiritually because holding on to a mask could potentially end up hurting one or others. Even if they felt that they would not be heard, they should keep trying.

JUST A SMALL NOTE FOR YOU

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SICK TO GET BETTER. 

LET ME WALK YOU THROUGH THE PEDESTRAIN

     In The Pedestrian Ray Bradbury theme is that in a future society everyone would be bewitched with technology. In his imagination technology had authority over humanity. Bradbury wrote The Pedestrian in 1951 as a result of letting his imagination go wild. In this short-story this guy goes for a walk and describes his surroundings. What drives the story is what is implied.
     Ray Bradbury sat down and try to make sense from his experience and he wrote it into this story. His tone was lonely and sad.
    The plot was a plot twist which consisted many irony moments. An example of situational irony in which the part where the police car comes by and it turns out to be a machine.
He was witty, and so he hassled.


dystopia

What drives the story is what is implied.

THEME
INTRO [ Bradbury's Experience & Feelings ]
- Humanity
- Technology
- Authority

1. PLOT
2. CHARACTER

4. CONCLUSION

Outdated- part in where they ask about profession: Writer - No profession

THE PEDESTRIAN

The Pedestrian

The Pedestrian
By Ray Bradbury
(copied with gratitude from http://englischlehrer.de/texts/pedestrian.php;
original source
The Golden Apples of the Sun by Ray Bradbury, Heinemann Educational Publishers; 1st New edition 1990)


To enter out into that silence that was the city at eight o'clock of a misty evening in November, to put your feet upon that buckling concrete walk, to step over grassy seams and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silences, that was what Mr Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do. He would stand upon the corner of an intersection and peer down long moonlit avenues of sidewalk in four directions, deciding which way to go, but it really made no difference; he was alone in this world of 2053 A.D., or as good as alone, and with a final decision made, a path selected, he would stride off, sending patterns of frosty air before him like the smoke of a cigar.
Sometimes he would walk for hours and miles and return only at midnight to his house. And on his way he would see the cottages and homes with their dark windows, and it was not unequal to walking through a graveyard where only the faintest glimmers of firefly light appeared in flickers behind the windows. Sudden gray phantoms seemed to manifest upon inner room walls where a curtain was still undrawn against the night, or there were whisperings and murmurs where a window in a tomb-like building was still open.
Mr Leonard Mead would pause, cock his head, listen, look, and march on, his feet making no noise on the lumpy walk. For long ago he had wisely changed to sneakers when strolling at night, because the dogs in intermittent squads would parallel his journey with barkings if he wore hard heels, and lights might click on and faces appear and an entire street be startled by the passing of a lone figure, himself, in the early November evening.
On this particular evening he began his journey in a westerly direction, toward the hidden sea. There was a good crystal frost in the air; it cut the nose and made the lungs blaze like a Christmas tree inside; you could feel the cold light going on and off, all the branches filled with invisible snow. He listened to the faint push of his soft shoes through autumn leaves with satisfaction, and whistled a cold quiet whistle between his teeth, occasionally picking up a leaf as he passed, examining its skeletal pattern in the infrequent lamplights as he went on, smelling its rusty smell.
'Hello, in there,' he whispered to every house on every side as he moved. 'What's up tonight on Channel 4, Channel 7, Channel 9? Where are the cowboys rushing, and do I see the United States Cavalry over the next hill to the rescue?'
The street was silent and long and empty, with only his shadow moving like the shadow of a hawk in mid-country. If he closed his eyes and stood very still, frozen, he could imagine himself upon the center of a plain, a wintry, windless Arizona desert with no house in a thousand miles, and only dry river beds, the street, for company.
'What is it now?' he asked the houses, noticing his wrist watch. Eight-thirty P.M.? Time for a dozen assorted murders? A quiz? A revue? A comedian falling off the stage?'
Was that a murmur of laughter from within a moon-white house? He hesitated, but went on when nothing more happened. He stumbled over a particularly uneven section of sidewalk. The cement was vanishing under flowers and grass. In ten years of walking by night or day, for thousands of miles, he had never met another person walking, not one in all that time.
He came to a cloverleaf intersection which stood silent where two main highways crossed the town. During the day it was a thunderous surge of cars, the gas stations open, a great insect rustling and a ceaseless jockeying for position as the scarab-beetles, a faint incense puttering from their exhausts, skimmed homeward to the far directions. But now these highways, too, were like streams in a dry season, all stone and bed and moon radiance.
He turned back on a side street, circling around toward his home. He was within a block of his destination when the lone car turned a corner quite suddenly and flashed a fierce white cone of light upon him. He stood entranced, not unlike a night moth, stunned by the illumination, and then drawn toward it.
A metallic voice called to him:
'Stand still. Stay where you are! Don't move!'
He halted.
'Put up your hands!'
'But-' he said.
'Your hands up! Or we'll shoot!'
The police, of course, but what a rare, incredible thing; in a city of three million, there was only one police car left, wasn't that correct? Ever since a year ago, 2052, the election year, the force had been cut down from three cars to one. Crime was ebbing; there was no need now for the police, save for this one lone car wandering and wandering the empty streets.
'Your name?' said the police car in a metallic whisper. He couldn't see the men in it for the bright light in his eyes.
'Leonard Mead,' he said.
'Speak up!'
'Leonard Mead!'
Business or profession?'
'I guess you'd call me a writer.'
No profession,' said the police car, as if talking to itself. The light held him fixed, like a museum specimen, needle thrust through chest.
'You might say that,' said Mr Mead.
He hadn't written in years. Magazines and books didn't sell anymore. Everything went on in the tomb-like houses at night now, he thought, continuing his fancy. The tombs, ill-lit by television light, where the people sat like the dead, the gray or multi-colored lights touching their faces, but never really touching them.
'No profession,' said the phonograph voice, hissing. 'What are you doing out?'
'Walking,' said Leonard Mead.
'Walking!'
'Just walking,' he said simply, but his face felt cold.
'Walking, just walking, walking?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Walking where? For what?'
'Walking for air. Walking to see.'
'Your address!'
'Eleven South Saint James Street.'
'And there is air in your house, you have an air conditioner, Mr Mead?'
Yes.'
'And you have a viewing screen in your house to see with?'
'No.
'No?' There was a crackling quiet that in itself was an accusation.
'Are you married, Mr Mead?'
'No.'
'Not married,' said the police voice behind the fiery beam. The moon was high and dear among the stars and the houses were gray and silent.
'Nobody wanted me,' said Leonard Mead with a smile.
'Don't speak unless you're spoken to!'
Leonard Mead waited in the cold night.
'Just walking; Mr Mead?'
'Yes.'
But you haven't explained for what purpose.'
'I explained; for air, and to see, and just to walk.'
'Have you done this often?'
Every night for years.'
The police car sat in the center of the street with its radio throat faintly humming.
'Well, Mr Mead', it said.
''s that all?' he asked politely.
'Yes,' said the voice. 'Here.' There was a sigh, a pop. The back doot of the police car sprang wide. 'Get in.'
'Wait a minute, 1 haven't done anything!'
'Get in.'
'I protest!'
'Mr Mead.'
He walked like a man suddenly drunk. As he passed the front window of the car he looked in. As he had expected, there was no one in the front seat, no one in the car at all.
'Get in.'
He put his hand to the door and peered into the back seat, which was a little cell, a little black jail with bars. It smelled of riveted steel. It smelled of harsh antiseptic; it smelled too clean and hard and metallic. There was nothing soft there.
'Now if you had a wife to give you an alibi,' said the iron voice. 'But-'
Uhere are you taking me?'
The car hesitated, or rather gave a faint whirring click, as if information, somewhere, was dropping card by punch- slotted card under electric eyes. 'To the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies.'
He got in. The door shut with a soft thud. The police car rolled through the night avenues, flashing its dim lights ahead.
They passed one house on one street a moment later, one house in an entire city of houses that were dark, but this one particular house had all of its electric lights brightly lit, every window a loud yellow illumination, square and warm in the cool darkness.
'That's my house,' said Leonard Mead.
No one answered him.
The car moved down the empty riverbed streets and off away, leaving the empty streets with the empty sidewalks, and no sound and no motion all the rest of the chill November night.

NOTES: THE PEDESTRIAN

THEME
INTRO [ Bradbury's Experience & Feelings ]
- Humanity
- Technology
- Authority

1. PLOT
2. CHARACTER
3. TONE
4. CONCLUSION

Outdated- part in where they ask about profession: Writer - No profession

QUALITIES OF ONLINE CONVERSATIONS YOU SHOULD HAVE

Our Discussion on "The Art of Hosting Good Conversations Online" 

Some of the Most Important:

- Have fun 
- Avoid Taking Sides
- Maintain connections
- Stay with the Topic 
- Encourage people to talk among themselves
- Set a good example
- Value others' perspective 
- Be Fair
- Listen (The active part of our brain which is different than hearing) 
- Be welcoming 
- Accept Everyone 
- Create Conditions for Yourself 
- Maintain Patience 

OUR 3 MAIN: 
- SET A GOOD EXAMPLE
- VALUE OTHER"S PERSPECTIVE 
- ACCEPT EVERYONE

DISCUSSION 10/22/2019

AGENDA*:
1. Journal
2. Discussion: "The Pedestrian" and tone, character, and plot
3. Discussion: Ethos, Pathos, Logos, Kairos
4. Dissection: "The Art of Hosting Good Conversations Online"
5. Dissection: "The Ethical Challenges Self-Driving Cars Will Face Every Day"

POST:
1. Pre-write your essay. (title: LET ME WALK YOU THROUGH THE PEDESTRIAN)
2. Explain how ethos, pathos, logos, and kairos can be applied by using an example of getting something you want from your parents (title: ANATOMY OF A PERSUASIVE ARGUMENT)

STORY OF MY LIFE P.1

SO THIS GUY GOES FOR A WALK

Ray Bradbury wrote "The Pedestrian" as a result of letting his imagination go wild. In this short-story we can
So this guy goes for a walk
He was witty, and so he was hassled. Ray Bradbury sat down and try to make sense from his experience and 

What drives the story is what is implied.



Describe why Ray Bradbury wrote "The Pedestrian."  Explain how what happened in his life contributed to the tone, character, and plot of the story.

MY UNIQUENESS

SAME WORDS, DIFFERENT PEOPLE

Define: meme
Anthony- an idea spread quickly through media
Jeff- a humorous picture, content that has been copied and spread by Internet Users
Adriana- an idea usually spread rapidly or that is copied by users across the Internet

Define: Internet
Anthony:
Jeff:
Adriana:

Open Source
Dr- Preston: Open source started as a concept in physics
                    Exchanging pieces; A traditional classroom is a closed system meaning that there is not                        much interaction and everything was private

LETTER TO MENTOR P.1

INVESTING IN ME

MEET MY NEW VOCABULARY

VOCABULARY WE NEED

Meme- Inside Joke, something( usually a picture) that makes you laugh

virus- a code that is in networks that could attack and hack information

 

viral- something that spreads really fast; web: a picture, video, source that will spread through the networks, internet

blog- 

wiki- a website where anyone is allowed to share information and collect information 

 

URL- 

website-

 

www-

Internet-  a place (the network)  where information is stored and accessible to everyone 

2.0- 

Open Source-

* Programming language, is a source code that is free to the public copy, use, modify, and distribute/share

 

 

LETTER TO A MENTOR DRAFT 1

Notes 10/8/19

We fear what things we dont understand

Some follow rules, they fear breaking it

Ameunter: THEY LOVE WHAT THEY DO

Meaning is constructed by us, not by what we read

Learning and Thinking is Never OVER

Long live the Amateur

Sapere Aude- Dare to be Wise

LITERATURE ANALYSIS #2:

HAWTHORNE & POE ON DRREAMS

MY DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

IMPRESSION OF A DREAM

Time does really go by quick : Relatable
We made think we lost it all, but a dream can give us an allusion to think we got it all.
We sometimes have extremely good dreams, so great that we just do not want to wake up.

I feel like some dreams are the best.  But not so often do I have one.
More school work, more homework, more things to do.
Every night when I go to sleep the only thing on my mind is the worries about the next day.
(Except on holidays and Friday nights)
I usually am so tired I don't struggle to fall asleep.
If I do fall asleep earlier than I intend to, I panic as I know I couldn't stop time.
Only if time could be still...

MY ESSAY ESSAY

     In the short story Young Goodman Brown, Nathaniel Hawthorne gives us a short story of evil versus good; how anything/anyone you confront can win you over in ways you do not imagine and it changes you. Initially, Goodman Brown goes for a walk one late evening. Undoubtedly, we can read in the beginning that Goodman Brown insists on going for this walk, "of all nights in the year, this one must I tarry away...". He was just 3 months married and leaves his wife caring in distress for him. However, they have faith in God. They pray for each other and believe in God so truly that they feel protected against any harm. Along Brown's walk, he encounters this evil presence, this evil someone. In addition, Brown sees everyone whom he thought he knew well without purity as he used to know them. This changes his whole perspective about everyone, sadly, even his wife which is the cause he had an unhappy life until his last days.
     He was already waiting this visit since he told his wife he had to go. Furthermore, Brown does go for a walk and it is not a dream as many thought so. "Poor little Faith"..."She talks of dreams, too". The dreams they had; such as the ones Brown had had another significance. Brown at the end of the story also woke up in the forest and this shows that the whole situation he was in was actually real. Indeed, he did see the leaders of the government and leaders in the church all encourage his wife (as well as his Faith) join them. However, this could just be produced by the Devil himself to make Brown join him. The Devil's techniques would include everyone he used to look up to and everyone he loved. If they all seem to join him, then perhaps Brown should not be alone and feel shameful but so join, too. I believe that they do not remember seeing him there or even approaching him for they were never there. If Young Goodman Brown feels watched it is because his perspective on anyone change because of the new way he saw things. Even his parents had given in the with the devil but never mentioned it according to the Devil himself. We can support that his family would never mention it as well as any other group of people in fear to be prosecuted or taken out of the town for not being following a Christianity's faith properly. Brown's faith is lost but his dear wife Faith is not. She is not a liar for she stayed waiting for him. She was also having dreams which probably left her doubtful as well as having a husband walk to the forest to meet someone.
     Hawthorne communicates this theme through his diction, the symbols he uses, and his plot.
A few examples for Symbolism are: the staff - which turns into a snake; the town Salem - witches era.


Vocabulary Words:
Tarry: to linger, to delay in acting, coming

READ TALK UNDERSTAND

TIME INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO

Week 1: October 5-12

10/5 Saturday:

10/6 Sunday:

10/7 Monday:

10/8 Tuesday:

10/9 Wednesday:

10/10 Thursday:

10/11 Friday:

YOUNG GOODMAN BROWN

In "Young Goodman Brown", Hawthorne's purpose for writing is show us that there is always good and evil in each of us. The amount of it is unknown, for we all encounter it in different ways and respond in different ways. In this short story, Brown's wife is named Faith. After reading the story I disagree because in the beginning of the short story the couple sounded and I could picture it to be a loving relationship full of trust and care for each other. Faith's name does fit her personality because she even says goodbye and includes "God Bless you... may you find it all well, when you come back." This shows that she cares for him and will be waiting for him to come back home. Faith is not just about hoping for something but Believing. Brown does not have true faith in her towards the middle-end of the story because he starts to lean and give in to the devil himself. An example is that he walks with him forwards even though he said he was going to far and wanted to turn back. In these occasions, actions matter more than his words because he is not doing what he was coming out of his tongue/mouth. The Pink Ribbons signify a part of Faith for she was the one who wore it. It also represents faith showing up. Everything Brown witnessed was real to him.    

1. Was everything Brown witnessed real, a figment of his imagination, something conjured by evil, or a dream?  Support your answer with passages from the text.
2. Who do you think the old man really is?  What textual clues tell you this?
3. What does the staff represent?  Do you think the staff leads Brown onward or is the primary motivator Brown's own conscience/mind?
4. If Brown had not ventured into the forest, how would his life be different?  If he'd stayed home, would Brown still have Faith?  Would he still trust his wife and his fellow townspeople?

THE MEDIUM IS THE MESSAGE

How do we channel our Responses?

Media is all around the world. It is the most common way people communicate rather than have a conversation in person 

SO THIS GUY GOES FOR A WALK...

1st Reading Impression:
I believe he is going to give in










Vocabulary:

FIRST IMPRESSION ON KIT'S WILDRENESS

I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THIS

THE LAUGHING HEART

The Laughing Heart - Recited

FOR THE WIN

We are Winners

Run your race and be Proud

There has been many accomplishments throughout the school year and in general in throughout

the year with our personal lives. Only if everyone can share their accomplishments others do not see when they see them, they can all lift each other's spirits up and contribute to a better happier place in society. 

                           Oh, what if they do not have big accomplishments?!?

It's NOT about how BIG their accomplishments are or how LITTLE. Everyone has different goals, different ways to reach them and everyone runs their race in a different pace. No TWO people are alike or even the same in every way. (I mean, everyone has different fingerprints! :p) 

Something I am proud of is becoming a catechist teacher with my mom, again.
Throughout the year, they have 4 couples teaching the classes. 

Last year, my father taught the adults and my mom taught the youth under 13 years. I helped my mom and time to time I got to teach. This year we got back in the group as catechist and I am proud to be introduced to this year's class. I can't wait to explore new opportunities and experiences with the class. 

9/12/19 NOTES on TIME

Biology: Something we do, we can't avoid
 - Sleep
- Eat
- Shower
- Cleaning

Selling Time : We sell out time to get something out of it (outer directive)
- Homework
- Mtgs/ Clubs
- School
- Commute
- Work
- Sports

Giving Time: giving time for the benefit of friendships/ relationships (other directive)
- Socializing
- Phone
- Cleaning

Spending Time: We exchange out time for something rewarding physically, mentally (inner)
- Excising
- Hobbies

Killing Time/ Passing Time: Not directed, focus on recharging our batteries, a distraction
                                              can become a horrible thing
- Netflix
- Video Games
- Hulu
- Youtube

TODAY I WAS THINKING

THE EARTH ON TURTLES BACK

I CARE ABOUT YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND a small piece of Advice

Greetings,
Today I am writing with the intention of being understood. My blogs may vary from a few bullet points to a couple of sentence or even paragraphs (Even Videos). It is really important for me to share my knowledge and learn from my mistakes. "Practicing makes perfect", in other words, practicing something you want to get better at helps you improve those skills.
Why do I write?

THE MAKING OF AN ESSAY + NOTES

     Essays. Informative Essays. Persuasive Essays. Argumentative Essay.

Essays can be so stressful, it can make you crazy! It can be OVERWHELMING. Essays can bring so many emotions at the same time. I get frustrated writing down my thoughts on paper and erasing my paragraphs to add more. Then I get back feedback telling me that my writing was wrong and like many others I feel confident in writing until that moment. I love typing essays. It is much easier. You can go back and add, fix, or change any part of the essay to make it better and sound more academic. But what is the whole purpose to have a perfect essay? I now realize that the most important factor is One itself. One's thought and opinions is the reason for the essay.   

Notes 9/4/2019

Montaigne

I CAN READ!

https://youtu.be/aj5KnzixvQU

My Mistakes:
I counted more 15 but there are probably more!
The video of speed reading starts at 0:33 to 5:07
Total minutes 4 minutes and 34 seconds

** If you want to hear it faster go to settings and play x2" :p

EVERYTHING IS A REMIX

Notes for Today:

Kirby Fergunson
1. Music
2. Film
3.Technology

Remix: to combine two existente materials to produce something new and you could still see the pieces from the original materials
 Ex: Music, Video, Photo

Creation

Literature Analysis: Kit's Wilderness P.1

          In Kit's Wilderness, David Almond's novel in a perspective of first person, is starting in Stoneygate with Christopher Watson (Kit) trying to fit in and encountering himself being allure to the mines and the past of Stoneygate. As a new resident at a town where his grandparents lived and his ancestors, he was told he was from the old families. He meets a strange boy, John Askew, who keeps telling Kit that they will be close because they are so alike, not only by being from old families. The reason Kit's family and Kit moved is to take care of Kit's grandpa because his grandma died. Grandpa tells many stories and introduces him to the town, even to the cemetery where Kit's full name was written in a tombstone with many others from his school. Kit joins Askew and his classmates, only from old families, to play a game of Death in a pit. Kit follows the ritual and on his second time playing he gets the chance to die. After what it seems like a blackout, Kit wakes up and see's them blending in within the walls.

Vocabulary Words List :)

https://quizlet.com/_6ya6qs



Diction- the choice and use of words and phrases in speech or writing.
             A writer's or speaker's choice of words

Syntax- The arrangement of words and phrases to create well-formed sentences in a language.

Prose- written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure.
           Any writing that is not poetry

Tone- Attitude a writer takes toward the audience, a subject, or a character

apathetic- showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern, indifferent, careless

allure- (v.) to entice, tempt; to be attractive to; (n.) a strong attraction; the power to attract, charm

Richard Rory

https://youtu.be/j9hG-Mmovp0

The Right to your Opinion (my NOTES FOR SOCRATIC SEMINAR

 A SECOND HELPING OF SOCRATIC SEMINAR

- Something that is owe to you
- A "Right" has an effect of cutting a discussion
- What do you really mean when you say right?
- A Right is something people should honor, establishes obligation 
- 2 reasons why it doesn't work
1. Stops 
2. Never finds truth 
- Your opinion is worthless until someone else's adopts it
- Limbic area is brain - governs emotions
            - fight or flight
- Keep Focus on Issue 

Training Like a Champion

As a started reading, I could picture everything from the doorknob to the M&M machine.
I really like math and am really competitive in the subject. I am not the best in explaining the concepts, but I like to help. Physiology is everywhere, like the article mention it ties things together.
I hope to master some the methods that were introduced, and actually just Yesterday I encountered with a group of students I met on the Monday. They knew my name and I did not really know all of them but their faces were quite familiar. I just avoided parts of the conversation where you mentions someone's name to address a statement or question to that specific person so I talked to all of them in general. Yes, finding something to connect to their names may be hard but perhaps spending more time observing the person and waiting for them to give something off about them to connect to them will be easier.