In To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee, there is blatant and obvious racism towards African Americans. One situation where it occurs is when Scout’s classmates at school and her cousin begin calling her names like “nigger-lover” and making fun of her because her dad is defending an African American in a court case. This is racist because they are saying that it is a bad thing to love African American people or at least help them. Another situation where racism arises is when Nathan Radley shoots at what he thinks is an African American in his yard. It is really the Finch kids and Dill but he doesn’t realize that. He assumes that it must have been an African American sneaking into his yard. He assumes this because the antebellum stereotypes hint that African Americans are mischievous, selfish, quibbling people. Although nowadays this sort of racism is passé and strongly unwelcomed in most of America, there are still some who omit African Americans from their communities and believe that they are inferior to whites.
This is the most interesting and original project I’ve ever done. It’s pretty remarkable to be one of the first people at Stevenson to work on a website like this. The purpose of this was to be able to show my work in a new form. The E-Portfolios are awesome because we’re doing the same stuff, but we’re conveying it in an innovative, technological way. It was overwhelming how easy it was to post everything onto my page, but it was very difficult to make sure everything was revised and corrected because Weebly doesn’t have spell check. I ended up copy and pasting my documents from Microsoft Word to my E-Portfolio. Also, when I posted my entries, the website didn’t recognize some of the fonts that I used. I overcame this by figuring out which of the fonts the site recognized and changing mine to those. I learned a lot about using blogs during this project, and I hope we get to use Weebly with another subject.
Our Dickens project was very… experimental. The assignment was to figure out a way to convey the message from Dickens’ book, Christmas Carol, in a movie, contemporary story, or numerous other ways. My group, Jack, Kazim, Poncho, and I, did really well by meeting and working as a group on our project. It was sort of difficult to coordinate who did what, but overall it was fun and we worked together pretty smoothly. Probably the most fun part of the project was filming our movie at Jack’s house. After seeing everybody’s projects, I learned that there are multiple ways to share just one, simple message.
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This project is called the Charles Dickens Model. We used a passage from his book, A Christmas Carol, and substituted some of our own words into his. I think I did really well with the subject that I chose. I didn’t have any difficulty with this assignment. I actually really enjoyed it. I had fun thinking of a subject and describing each of the criminals. I learned that repetition makes sentences much stronger.
In came the arms dealer, and approached the lobby’s desk, and complained about the fee, and sauntered toward the elevator like billions of other elegant pompous popinjays. In came the security guard, one cold stern stare. In came the three weapons manufacturers, arrogant and oblivious. In came the many security guards securing the rear of the group. In came the numerous and anonymous buyers of the product. In came the mercenary, with his cousin, the infamous demolition expert. In came the right-hand-man, posing as a helping hand, but really the undercover NCIS agent. In came el heffe, who was the genius behind the plan; the man who created the product, who had proved to be a major threat worldwide. In they all came, one after another, some eagerly, some suspiciously, some confidently, some apprehensively, some pacing, some inching their way; in they all came, anyhow and everyhow.
The idea of our This I Believe project was to write about an experience when you learned a value that is important to yourself. I think I did very well relating the value that I had chosen. A difficult part for me was getting all of my words on to the page without it sounding too corny or too fake. The fun part was thinking about my values and realizing the ones that I believed in. I learned that reflecting on memories can teach you things.
I woke up to a wail, and I looked at my door wide-eyed. I dragged myself out of bed, inched my way out into my family room like a sloth, and saw my mother and brother crying and hugging each other. My dad was sitting in the chair beside them. He looked up as I walked in and told me that my Grandpa Frank had fallen while going to get a glass of water, and that the medics couldn’t resuscitate him. I asked why he fell, and my dad briefed me on the situation before he had fallen. He had had a breathing problem, and he was on a machine. When he got out of his bed to get some water, he fell and never got back up. I then asked my dad when we would see Grandpa Frank again.
He told me, “Probably never.” Soon after, I went over and gave my mom a gigantic hug. She was still sobbing.
She asked, “Are you okay honey?”
I replied, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
I thought that my happy-go-lucky little world would stay intact for a million, a billion, or even a trillion years. It was a bubble waiting to be popped. She let out another sob, and then my brother yelled, “You’re so mean Drew. We’ll never see Grandpa Frank again, and he was Mom’s dad. You’re such a jerk.” That’s when reality dumped some ice water on my head.
It was then that I realized my mom would never be the same. Neither would Grandpa Frank or anybody on his side of the family. I also realized that Grandpa Frank, from whom I get my middle name, Francis, will never be seen again by me or anybody else on this planet, never be seen again by me or anybody in this galaxy, and never be seen again by me or anybody in the universe. Tears began to well in my eyes as I pressed my face against my mom’s neck. I then asked my mom if I could inherit my grandpa’s souvenir sword, another thing that I regret saying.
Over the next couple of days while I was thinking about the event, I noticed that I really do need to hold on to the people I love, but I cannot become too attached to them or else they won’t be able to enjoy and live their own lives. From this situation, I acquired a few new values: love and friendship. Now, I regret almost all of the repugnant reactions that I had that day. Also, I have noticed that young kids are very shallow and/or unaware.
I learned a lot that day. I learned to forgive myself and now I know that I will never make the same mistake again. Lastly, next time I wake up to a wail, I really hope that it isn’t my mother’s.
The assignment for this project was to post one of our favorite poems on a glog. I posted why I chose the poem, the elements that were in it, and pictures that related to my poem. I did really well with the design of the glog. It was difficult making all of the writing fit and be the right size in the text boxes. I enjoyed adding colors and pictures to design the glog. I didn’t learn much from this project, but it was fun to be able to share my work publicly. Please see side page to view the glog.
This project was our sonnet project. The assignment was to write a sonnet, which has 14 lines, 10 syllables per line, and has a rhyme scheme. I read my poem, called “Kelly Slater”, in the Poetry Reading. I think I did very well with my language and rhyme scheme. Something that was challenging was making rhymes while keeping the strength and uniqueness of my writing. I really enjoyed seeing it as a finished project. I learned that poems don’t necessarily take a lot of work, just a lot of thinking.
Kelly’s presence is undeniable
His stature excessively inspiring
His achievements are astronomical
His impact worldwide is worth admiring
He’s conquered so many competitors
And been the victor of many events
Obnoxious reporters, his mind deters
His own perseverance is so intense
His sponsors are massive corporations
The numbers of his fans increase often
He’s influenced much more than his nation
Without letting his ruthless skill soften
He is the lone role-model for his sport
Slater is the god of the surfing sort
This project is called the Photo Story project. It is about our summer reading book, Whirligig, written by Paul Fleischman. I worked on this project with Kazim and Jack. We synchronized our voices with the changing of the pictures and worked together very well. The hardest part for us in this project was probably saying our lines. This was hard because we couldn’t stop laughing. It was fun to work together with my friends and I learned that you can still make a great project and have fun. We're also having trouble posting this video.