The Final Blog

I have really enjoyed the blog project this year. My class last year tried to set up and use blogs, but failed so I never really had a good feeling about them at the beginning of the year. As I got more comfortable with it, I realized that I kind of like posting my writing online and being able to read what my student peers write. The quality of the of the majority of my blogs is fairly good; since I enjoy blogging, I put effort into my blog assignments. Throughout the year I have tried to have original ideas and write an in-depth response to the prompt. Abraham Lincoln said "Things may come to those that wait, but only the things left by people that hustle." This quote to me is about hard work. I absolutely believe in hard work. It sounds nerdy, but I have never not done a homework assignment or gotten less that a 4.0. I am never tardy, and rarely am excused from class. To me, dedication is just as important as intelligence, for where would you be if you were purely genius, but never did anything with your brilliance? Not as far as if you were of average intelligence but worked your tail-bone off.Slackers annoy me to no end, people that never turn in assignments or indulge in drugs. They don't seem to realize that hard work does pay off later. Or maybe they just don't want to realize this. Either way, I can't see a legitimate reason to not at least try. Because lets face it, its not that hard to study for a little word power test or do a simple little blog each week. These blogs seem like easy points to me anyways, doing them is not difficult. Adding a little more time and effort to make them better is not going to ruin your day, so you may as well at least try. 


Not only have the blogs been fun to write, I think they have made me a better writer. A few of the posts were something about how I could do better on something so they really made me stop to think and reflect on my abilities. Also, numerous of them are about making connections to other pieces of literature,  and these made me think deeper about whatever we were working on at the time. This blog has made me a better writer in general. One of my favorite things about it is that I get to use any writing style that I want. I don't have to write in a formal essay format or in a pre-decided way. My blog is one of the only places where my true voice comes out in my writing. It is probably pretty easy to distinguish, since I have a fairly distinctive style. My style of writing often includes a slightly sarcastic tone and can contain a rant (as is shown where I go on and on about slackers, also in another blog about vultures for the poem i recited). When I write about something I am truly passionate about then I just can't stop writing and that evolves into a huge chunk of writing that can sound like me just whining. But, I suppose that is what I sound like in my pure writing, so I'm glad that I had somewhere in my 9th grade English career to let my style be shown. Writing formally gets boring after a while. And when I get bored while writing, the quality of it goes down, that is why I think my blogs have been pretty good all year. 


The last thing that my blog has helped me with is getting more comfortable with technology because I was dreading the computer part of these assignments all year. I may be a teen in the Age of Everyone Has as Ipod and Cell-phone and Laptop, but I am technologically challenged and I could swear that all computers hate me. I didn't know the difference, until recently, between a web browser and a search engine. Sometimes I can't figure out how to use Microsoft Works. It's pretty sad. This blog hasn't necessarily given me all the tool and knowledge to be tech savvy, but it has given me confidence that I can make some computer-related things work. I'm not as afraid of technology projects for school now. And all because of a simple, little blog. 


I have truly enjoyed blogging this year,
For the last time, 


Alena

Most Amazing Project

I am most proud, by far, of my Great Expectations essay. I would like to, however, write about my creative project for Animal Farm. I had way to much fun making this silly little, but insanely awesome video. My little sister happened to have this really big wooden barn, so we set the scene with that. All the plastic farm animals accompanied it. The only animals we were missing were the pigs. Great, they are the most important characters and they are the only ones that we don't have figurines for. We had a dilemma. Well, Jamison showed up late to the park to film, as expected, but saved the day by bringing the plastic pig in a mud bath-car. It was one of those kinds that you can push backwards and then they drive forward themselves and sing a little song. It was perfect. 


I'm sure the seriousness of our trailer might have been taken down a notch because of our mud-back cartoon pig, but I think it made the video exponentially better. The other thing that made our trailer project stand out was the music we put to it. Numa Numa is the song for truly cool people. Others might hate on it, but it is honestly inspiring to watch plastic dogs maul plastic chickens will listening to Numa Numa. But besides the pig set-back and the coolest music ever, the best part of this project by far was the scene where the animals drive the human away. Jamison hold the squeaky toy and the viewer can see my arm release my dog who attacks him. We thought we might get a better re-try so we try the scene again because the camera action wasn't so great, but none of the others turn out so good. Then we think we accidentally deleted the first one and all of our spirits fall. Gypsy, my dog, by this time has lost all interest in the toy so another retake is out of the question. The good heavens must have been smiling upon us that day because we miraculously found the first take and we were able to use it in our video. Every time I watch our trailer I start to crack up and cry at the same time. It will forever be the most amazing video to ever be shown or made on this world or the next.


This has probably been the strangest blog I have written all year, forgive me.
Alena

How I Feel about Poetry

In sixth grade was the last time I have done a big poetry unit in class. We had to memorize a poem of choice and explain why we chose it. This, I knew was going to be easy. I'm pretty good about memorization, and I'm not too shy about reciting or getting up in front of the class. I know everyone else is just as nervous and probably more than I, so why sweat it? If I mess up, big deal, I know it happens. My teacher knows I work hard, so it wouldn't be like I didn't try. I just didn't think much of peotry back then. It was just kind of a nice break from regular reading. Little short rhymes to think about and analyze, not like the lengthy novel we had just finished. I thought differently after I picked the poem I was to recite.

I chose the poem "Mushrooms" by Sylvia Plath. Now, previously, I said I was good at memorizing. This I meant only to the extent that a few weeks after the recital or a test, my mind goes blank. And just like that, the information is gone. I'm like a machine, programed to wipe its memory after a set amount of time. But with this peom, it was different. Three years later, and I can still recall some lines. I'm just amazed I remember the title, let alone the author and some lines. I don't know what it was about this poem that made me start to legitamately love poetry. Once I really understood the deeper meaning behind the lines, I could fully appreciate the resason peotry exists. To give messages about life in a way that is beautiful and not time-consuming. This is what I think of when I hear poetry, and I always think back to that first time when I recited that quaint little poem about fungi.

Alena