After reading To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee, I was assigned to make a creative project. I decided to make an old-fashion animated video. I had to incorporate three quotes and a song in my project along with their explanation. This project was not easy. It took many hours of time and effort after school and during the weekend. I wrote my paragraphs during the school week to get that aside and spent my whole weekend on the rest of my video. Before starting it, I had brainstormed ideas of the drawings and what the people would look like. I took hundreds of pictures and organized them on my computer and added them to iMovie. This was the most difficult process. When the clock struck twelve on Sunday night I addded the last few touches to my masterpiece and felt relieved. I only wish I had looked over the writing part of my project. I spent so much thought on the video I set the important paragraphs aside. I learned that every part of a project matters, and that hard work is paid off.
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee is about the story of Scout and Jem and how they mature within a few years. These two siblings grow throughout the book. They go from mischievous, impotent children that don’t listen to tyrannical adults to maturing kids. At the beginning of the book Scout and Jem are drained of their own opinions and only believe in the ancient rumors about the Radley house. By the end of chapter 11 I noticed how Scout and Jem had changed because Scout was realizing that she shouldn’t swear as often and listen to nasty rumors. The kids also deal with very adult situations. When Jem was taking care of Ms. Dubose and then she died, it affected him in a way that made him less of a child. When Scout was being teased by kids at school because her father was defending a black man, she did not let the vexation overcome her and do something stupid like starting a fight. I infer that by the end of the book Jem and Scout will be more aware, intelligent, and respectful.
The purpose of this webpage is to show people what kind of work and projects I have done and improved on through this year. I have a vision that the e-portfolio disease will spread to other schools. Teachers and students everywhere will learn how to make these a daily part of their lives. This project took a while because I had to make it flawless. I think I did well with putting a sense of character into my webpage. The colors, pictures and style of writing truly represent me. I learned the pressure of making the entire webpage picture perfect and pristine.
For our summer reading project we were assigned to create a Photostory on the book we read. I collected different types of pictures that symbolized parts of the book. The pictures were ordered into a slideshow, and I recorded my voice over each picture to describe its meaning and purpose. Working by myself was a bit difficult, and figuring out how to operate and learn a new program was a bit challenging too. It was fun to find creative pictures that captured my perspective of the story and record my own voice. I learned how to work independently, efficiently, and creatively.
The Sonnet was the most difficult piece of writing I did. A sonnet consists of four stanzas, each with four lines except for the last one which is called a couplet. A couplet only has two lines. A sonnet also has a very strict rhyming pattern: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. It was tough to find ending words that were powerful and also rhyme. In the end I did well but the process took longer than other assignments. I learned how to find more powerful words and instead of free writing, having limits and barriers that forced me to do it a specific way.
I grip the amethyst hammer in my hands ready
To slice and slash my way through the beetles
The insects are like buzzing boulders flying at me
Then they bite me and it hurts like needles
I start to scream but stop myself becauseI know that will only attract them more
I run faster as I see massive paws
And then I hear a loud, powerful roar
I trip over a tall spiky plant rootMy ankle is torn to shreds as I
Yank it from the thorn covered fiendish fruit I start to cry, "Oh Why?"
Then I hear an tremendously loud crunch
The lion starts to vigorously munch
This I Believe
Ever think about the adjectives that describe you? Do you know your best and most important characteristics? This I Believe assignment made me look into depth about who I am and why. I was given a list of adjectives and qualities, and I carefully checked the ones that I thought were the most important. After eliminating many, I narrowed it down to a few: courage, awareness, and sympathy. It was difficult trying to analyze myself. It was also very fun because I had the option to write about almost any event in my life. I learned to grade and evaluate myself since that was also part of the assignment.
The Field of Wheat
Sprinting up the dirt trail, kicking up dust, I ran as if I was being chased by a wild bear. Tears slid down my burning cheeks and fell to the ground leaving a trail. My head throbbed until I thought it would explode, and I would finally have the sweet release of death. I pondered in disbelief and confusion at the news I had heard. All I could hear was my feet stomping on the ground like beating drums. I kept on running until I passed the lake, the pasture, and got to the field of wheat. The wavy motions of the crops made light rustling noises. I ran out into the field. When I was far enough, I sat down hoping to be hidden.
Death is a perplexing thing. Quick and painful like tearing off a band aid. Tears come with no invitation. You might not even notice the drops until you're soaked. That's what happened with me. When I was told my aunt died, I stood staring out the window at the whispering trees and the rippling lake. Time stopped. I was unaware that I was crying until a wet tear fell in my hand.
Then I heard footsteps. No, not footsteps, hoof steps. I lifted my head up, and there was a wild deer. The buck stood there looking so proud and fearless. With his head held high, he looked like a king-of-the-forest buck. So courageous, as if capable of anything. I was a still rock as I watched him trot away. A butterfly fluttered pass me and rested on a small flower I had never seen before. It was like a razzle red star. The ends of the petals had the slightest tint of orange, and the center was a stunning yellow. The green fragile stem barely supported the balancing butterfly. Such beauty I had never noticed before. A hawk soared, dove, and grazed over the trees searching and let out an echoing cry. Was it for help? The bird seemed suspended in the air and soon disappeared in the vast forest of a million trees.
Suddenly the emotions of misery and sorrow were erased, and I felt carefree and content. From that day on I tried to be more like the deer, take notice of the flower, and listen to the eagle. To be courageous. To take notice of the little things. To feel sympathy for others. All I needed was a good nepenthe that day to find what matters most in life. Sprinting back down the dirt trail, kicking up dust, I ran back to the house.
Glogster was one of my favorite projects to work on this year. I was signed up for this site where I could add animations, text, backgrounds, objects, music, and videos on this one page. I wrote separate paragraphs about how I was inspired to write this poem and its meaning. I added lots of pictures that suited my poem, and I also added a song to automatically play. Finding the correct ingredients to define the mood of the poem was challenging but entertaining. The fact that this was a totally different way of presenting a project was fun. I learned how to organize my time wisely since we were only given the final due date.