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This I believe final

Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.  There once was a time in my life I had no ambition, middle school, I had no thought of what people thought of me or what I looked like, I basically had no real shame.  All I did was stay home, plant myself in my bed and lock my mind in a video game with no thoughts of anything except get more Pokémon. In school I snuck my video games into class and played whenever the teacher wasn’t looking. At the same time strangers tried be my friend and my family attempted to converse with me, but I blew it all off. Soon I became alone and video games became my reality and purpose.

                Then one day my games were taken away from me, and I had no idea what to do. In order to earn it back my parents told me I had to become a more social family oriented person. At first I disregarded it and instead stayed in my room all day and night to watch TV. I thought, I’ll be who I want. By the start of 8^th grade I found myself with friends, but it wasn’t the kind who were good company. With these friends I had gotten into 3 fights in my first semester, I had been label as a stoner and my grades were between 0 and 30 percent. Also at first my parent were pleased I made friends but after they found out who my friends were, they were easily unhappy. So they banned me from my newly found friends. Then I was back at square one, I had to make new friends, raise my grades, and still please my parents.

                I had one semester left until I was moving schools, I was moving to a whole new district with all new people, all new surroundings, and an a brand new start. I half looked forward and half didn’t, I didn’t want to go because I had a girlfriend but I wanted to go because I had a bad record. But this was my chance to recreate myself as a whole. I could become a whole new person, I didn’t have to be known as a stoner or an ex-loner. Also I noticed something; I didn’t need games anymore, I wasn’t even worrying about them. I was thinking of changing because I wanted to change, not because I would get my games back. But before I was going to leave to my new school  I wanted to at least try and end my middle school years on a good note. I went in every break, lunch and after school hours to see my teachers for help and assistance, also while I was in class getting help I met some new people. I was able to end the year with solid B’s and C’s, not the perfect grades but better that F’s.

                I didn’t need to wait for puberty in order to mature, all it took was a little effort, all I had to do was push myself. With a little effort I was able to make friends with nice cool people who were the right crowd, also I was able better my grades. Sitting in my room doing nothing caused opportunities to waste away, I could’ve of been with friends, or volunteering, or doing chores, or at least doing something selfless. With that push I was able to create a good name for myself and hold a better head on my sholder.

                Throughout life we will go through many events which alter our personality and who we are as a whole. These changes aren’t us trying to discover who we are its us taking it into our own hands and creating who we want to be. If I stayed a hermit and didn’t try to better who I was I would have never been able to get acceptable grades, surround myself with a good crowd and have good relations with my family. Instead I would have no friends, be stupid, and always be under punishment. “Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” -George Bernard Shaw.

This i believe...

There once was a time in my life I had no ambition, aka middle school, all I did was stay home plant myself in my bed and lock my mind in a video game, no thoughts of anything except get my Pokemon to level 90 and beat the Pokemon league. In school I snuck my Nintendo DS into class and played whenever the teacher wasn’t looking. Acquaintances tried to befriend me and family attempted to converse with me, I blew it all off. Soon I became a lone and video games became my reality and purpose. Whenever video games were taken from me for a while suicide crossed my mind more than once.

                It wasn’t the fact I was without games, it was the fact I was alone in the world which lead me to think of committing suicide. My games were taken away until I earned it, I was half forced half encouraged to make friends and to also become a part of the family. As I made attempts I discovered people called me hermit, which was what I was. Then a feeling of ambition finally found me, shake the hermit label. So at the beginning of my 8^th grade year I worked on my personality, and my socializing. Soon I attracted a crowd, I was surrounded by people who liked me, I didn’t necessarily like them, they weren’t really the ideal people but I still had friends. After I surrounded myself with people and shook the hermit label, but I got a new label, and it was worse. Stoner.

                Living in Waianae being known as a stoner was a good thing amongst immature 8^th graders, but many others frowned upon it. My grades were still at an all time low, but my self-esteem and confidence was high. Teachers hated me but I was popular. Since friends where checked off of the list I focused my attention to family problems, at home I was still an irresponsible immature ignorant brat. I lazily went about chores with disregard to my time wasted on weekends. Majority of the weekends I spent cleaning or partying with other stoners. My parents easily noticed my neglect to my education and responsibility so they grounded me. No going out and no hanging out with the wrong crowd.

                So I was back to square one, make friends, fix relations at home and raise grades. I focused on grades first this time, I went in for tutoring and spent extra time studying. Within a month I was back on track with grades, I was getting solid B’s in all my classes and since I was going in to study I befriended better people. Since I was with better people and had better grades I could focus on home, my parents took notice to my attempts to better myself and allowed me to go out a little more.  So by the end of 8^th grade my grades were B’s and C’s, my relations at home were slowly repairing, and I was with the right crowd.

                “Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” -George Bernard Shaw. Throughout life we will go through many events which alter our personality and who we are as a whole. These changes aren’t us trying to discover who we are its us taking it into our own hands and creating who we want to be. If I stayed a hermit and didn’t try to better who I was I would have never been able to get acceptable grades, surround myself with a good crowd and have good relations with my family. Instead I would have no friends, be stupid, and always be under punishment.

Occupy Moanalua

Our occupy moanalua goal is to ease or stop school traffic congestion. Before and After school traffic is insane, instead of driving in to pick up or drop off kids with 5 minutes instead it take 40 minutes to drive in and out. We, team teal plan to do this by sitting near the traffic but still out of the way.

The Hunger Games Flyer

Baad Line

3 Quotes

1

Abruptly, our doors opened. Strange-looking creatures, dressed in striped jackets and black pants, jumped into the wagon. Holding flashlights and sticks, they began to strike at us left and right

p.60

During Eliezer’s first encounter with concentration camp prisoners, he describes them as "creatures." These prisoners have lost their human identity, they are mere creatures, all dressed alike in similar, strange clothing. Within one night, Eliezer will become one of these "creatures" as well.

2

I was putting one foot in front of the other, like a machine. I was dragging this emaciated body that was still such a weight. If only I could have shed it! Though I tried to put it out of my mind, I couldn’t help thinking that there were two of us: my body and I. And I hated that body.

p.65

As they march from one camp to the next, Eliezer wishes he could get rid of his body – just leave it behind. He separates the true "Eliezer" from his physical body.

3

In the afternoon, they made us line up. Three prisoners brought a table and some medical instruments. We were told to roll up our left sleeves and file past the table. The three "veteran" prisoners, needles in hand, tattooed numbers on our left arms. I became A-7713. From then on, I had no other name.

p.143

Eliezer’s loses the humanness of having a name and becomes a number.

2 Thesis Statements:

-From the time Elizear arrives all the way until he leaves he changes a lot.

-Elizear's time at the concentration camp changes him a lot.

Movie Review

Summary of the story;


A Jewish man and poet, Guido Orefice uses cunning wit to win over an Italian schoolteacher, Dora who's set to marry another man. Charming her and getting the timing perfect every time and whisking her away on a green horse ensures they soon live together happily in Guido's uncle, Eliseo Orefice's house. Bringing up their 5 year old boy, Giosué the war continues without them noticing until one day when the Germans arrest Guido and his son at the uncle's house during preparation for Giosué's birthday party, and transfer them to a concentration camp. Dora demands to be taken too, Guido is devastated to see his non-Jewish wife board the train. Protecting his son from the vile truth, Guido tells Giosué that they are just on a big holiday, and he turns the camp into a big game for Giosué, claiming that they must win 1000 points to win a real tank and leave, while cleverly stating that Giosué cannot cry, ask for his mother or declared he's hungry, resulting in the loss of the "game", in other words, death. Giosué later refuses to take a shower, and unknowingly escapes being gassed, so Guido hides him with the help of other Italian prisoners, since there are no other children.The family builds up hope. With the help of Guido's former German friend, Herr Lessing, Guido can hide Giosué amongst the German children, while waiting the German Officer's meals. With the days becoming steadily worse, Guido realises that time is short and that he must make certain sacrifices if his son is ever to see the tanks roll over the hills, and be reunited with his mother. Hiding Giosué in a junction box for the last time, telling him that everyone is looking for him, Guido jeopardises his own survival to prevent the Germans discovering Giosué, while he attempts to free Dora, giving his own life away at the same time. The Americans break into the seemingly deserted camp the following morning. Giosué emerges just as a tank pulls around the corner. Hitching a lift out, Giosué soon spots his mother and the film closes.


Review:


I think this movie was really good. It got many awards. Also it was very funny at some parts. It was really sad when they get taken away to concentration camps. The historical accuracy was good, and the way the background/set was made was okay, it wasn't totally accurate to the way the camps used to be but it wasn't totally off. This movie was really sad at the end though, when he dies in order to save his family. My total rating would be an eight out of 10.

Allusion Graphic

Allusion Poem Final: Bubble Boy

I am bound to a confined area.
Even though I don't want to,
I want out,
I want to have fun;
I want to find adventure,
One day I'll get out.
I'll leave my bubble;
I'll travel the world.

I am only confined by mothers love

Confined for my own good.

Sometimes it a punishment,

Other times it is my disease.

Without an immune system I am

Venerable.       

Allusion Poem- Bubble Boy from Bubble Boy

I am bound to a confined area.
Even though I don't want to,
I want out,
I want to have fun,
I want to find adventure,
One day I'll get out.
I'll leave my bubble,
I'll travel the world
and make friends.

But for now I am trapped, and locked in a cage.
Confined by my disease.
a lie, a lie meant to keep me safe.
One day I'll get out.
And today is the day.