Today, when we figured out our GPA I wasn't dissapointed or surprised. Well, maybe I was a little surprised to find that I had a high score, but then again, it's only the first month of school. I am very pleased that I have a very high score and I plan to keep it that way throughout the years so that I can attend whatever school I want. I am also very excited that I'm able to get into almost any college that I want with my current score.
What I learned today about the schools I want to go to is that most colleges have a lot of students attending with very high GPA's and SAT and ACT scores. So I'm probably going to have a lot of competition both to get in and to get scholarships. Yikes!
I really don't know what my next step is, I guess my next step is to get my grades higher but other than that I don't really know. And the path that I am going to take is also a mystery, I'll probably just continue on the path that I'm going on right now, I'll get good grades and do what I can to learn more about the colleges I want to go to.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sensory: Touch
You hear a classmate yelp and the tension rises as your turn nears. Being the last in class to feel the mystery item is not fun. You hear every one's reactions to touching the item, not knowing what it is, you feel wonder mixed with bits of fright. You're excited and yet scared. Then your turn arrives, your heart rate accelerates. You stick your hand into the bucket. The substance feels odd, like hair gel or a gelatin dessert. The goo is as cold as freshly fallen snow. It is brain matter squishy, slimey like saliva. Yuck! And everyone expected a chinchilla! Ha ha!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Sound is Art
You hear water slapping the sides of the boat. There is a distant clanking sound. Then something sounds like someone is hitting something with a wooded stick. You hear a slapping sound and you imagine someone picking up some king of slime, possibly seaweed, and throwing it to the ground. A loud creaking noise arises and you think of someone walking across the deck of a sailing ship. Suddenly, you hear the scraping of metal against metal. The rings of a sail scraping against a metal pole as it rises to catch the wind. Little puffs of wind surprise you. The clanking noises grow louder and closer. Loud creaking nosies that sound like falling machinery. You hear the high pitched cry of a gull, flying high above your head. Water sloshing around, minding it's own business. The sound of a train chugging past but you notice it's just another boat. You hear the possible shouts of people as you near the docks. Then the shouts fade as you return to reality and the clip ends.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Mexican White Boy Part 3
I always feel out of place and awkward in a new place and sometimes in a place that I know very well. One of the times that I felt out of place was when I visited my aunts and uncles in Mexico with my grandma. I didn't know them that well and the people from San Luis Potosi are very different from the people in Baja California so I didn't really know how to act around them. I didn't know that they said 'hotcakes' instead of 'pancakes' and I didn't eat the same foods they ate, and I didn't say some stuff the same way. They also didn't treat each other the same way so I was never sure how to act around them. I felt like a fish out of water that week.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Mexican White Boy Part 2
I think Uno regrets his situation with Danny because he knows that he inflated his anger and that he shouldn't have reacted the way he did just because of a game that could be redone. I don't think he'll admit it because he's filled with too much pride to say anything and because he doesn't want to hurt his honor. But I think there might be a chance that Danny and him might become good friends and eventually Uno will tell Danny how he felt.
The reason why I think that Danny freezes up in front of his classmates at his school is probably because, on the contrary to what Uno says that most people of color are better at sports than 'white' people, Danny still thinks that he is lesser that the kids at Leucadia Prep but when he plays with the other boys he feels as if he is home and he feels normal and more at ease.
The reason why I think that Danny freezes up in front of his classmates at his school is probably because, on the contrary to what Uno says that most people of color are better at sports than 'white' people, Danny still thinks that he is lesser that the kids at Leucadia Prep but when he plays with the other boys he feels as if he is home and he feels normal and more at ease.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Mexican White Boy Part 1
The reason why I think Uno hit Danny after Manny got hit in the face was because he wanted to blame someone other than himself and his competitive nature and because Uno might've felt threatened by Danny who was beating him at stick ball. I also think that when Manny got hit in the face with the bat, Uno took the competitive anger from the game and inflated it, and since the competitive anger was directed at Danny, Uno directed the hurt from his little brother getting hit to Danny as well. The reason why I think Uno resorted to violence when Manny got hit in the face was because he didn't know any other way to react and I guess he might've felt that Danny deserved to get hit because of what he had done to Uno's brother even though Danny hadn't done it on purpose.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Who Am I?
Who am I? I am a child, an adult, well, really I am both or half way in between, more of an adult than a child though. School is a major part of my life and I know how important it is, though not many people do. Family is also a huge part of my life, mostly because family is all you have at times and because they're a part of you, they've formed your mind and given you life. I also love to draw, paint, and play music, even though I'm not that good at drawing and I don't truly know how to play any instrument, I still feel as if I would't be able to live a sane life without these things to express myself. Writing, too, is a way I express myself, I write short fictional stories that don't make much sense and that I've lost throughout the years. Words, a brush, a pencil and pen, or music are some of the many things I live by. I am a teen, that's what I am, I have to juggle school, family, friends and fun. I am one of the many teens that live in this mess of a world. Lovely.
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