Journal 12/11/14

I for the most part, learned how to be human, and to not be a machine controlled practically by the school. I took my own way of life, and started writing, and doing something that inspired me. For this, I thank Preston. Everything we did in this short time, obviously effected everyone in this class, we deserve being treated human, and Preston is the one who realizes this. More importantly we did learn actual stuff, but other than that the stuff that matters is the stuff that we learned individually in our own ways.

Thank You Dr. Preston.

Don't forget to study for the final! Here's some help!

Diction, tone, mood, syntax, Allusion, theme, universal theme, plot, setting, exposition, rising action, climax, conflict, falling action, conclusion, resolution, foreshadowing, static/dynamic Character, direct, and indirect characterization, round/flat character. 

Journal 12/10/14

Am I awesome? Yes, in my own way. The way I see it, everyone is awesome, it really depends on who you are, and what you see awesome. Everyone has their own opinions on what is awesome, tricks, flips, and stunts are usually looked to as awesome, which is weird, that people would see things as that, awesome. I see it as someone's work of art, or literature, game scenery, some pictures or screenshots, all these things I count as awesome. Strang? I think so too.

Journal 12/9/14

This semester I learned that I have my own way of thinking, I feel I am more than different, that I am my own person, and I don't need anyone to keep moving forward. It's helped me a lot throughout the year just showing up to this class, doing what he told me to, even though in the beginning I was lost, confused, I wanted to twerp to myself, and not make any conversation with anyone, I was Anti social. Until the day came when Dr. Preston told me to write. Ever since that day, I'm not the same person I was at the beginning of the year. It's good that I have friends now, and I'm not always alone. For this reason I feel I have to thank him, for teaching me more than any other teacher has taught me

Journal 12/8/14

I think I am not ready for finals just yet, I personally don't know everything that will be on the final itself. I need to know, I think over the next to days, we should go over what will be on the final, then the next to days, review various materials like a normal everyday lecture. And on our final Monday, if anything else is needed, anything last minute, then we go over it. I also think we should be aloud to use our blogs as a cheat sheet, it would be a semi good thing to, people will actually start posting, and it will prove if we can stick to our word.

"Out beyond ideas" Remix

"The Place Out Beyond Ideas"

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing 

There's a field. I'll meet you there 

Like a yard, 

Flowers will never grow

Where the ruined house once stood

Like a mole, a plow

Dig up the world 

In the spring 

And a whisper will be heard

When the soul lies down in that grass, 

The world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, languages, even the phrase each other

But doubts and love

Doesn't make any sense

Poem Questions: Out Beyond Ideas

1: Signifigance of the title: it's not something that people think about constantly, it grabs attention to those that sink so absentmindedly 

2: Tone of the poem: Alone, but hopeful someone will come for you.

3: The mood of the poem: The mood makes me feel, at peace, after a war in my own head, a feeling of finally being able to relax.

4: Shift of poem: When the poem changes from being literal, to being figurative, from "I'll meet you there" to a "soul sits in that grass" it gives an unexplainable meaning to us.

5: The theme: The theme of the poem is thoughtful, and how every person is different in their own way, not every single person can be the same, no one can be the same.

Journal 12/2/14

I think they have a weak spot, that they all want to be free. To be free, people have to escape everyone else's thoughts, and listen to their own voices, and in ones head, is the only place we can think freely. It's sad, it's sad that we can't be aloud to show our imaginations to others.  Because it's socially unacceptable. Not only that, but the superior, or the teacher in this case, is the one that tells us what to think, or what to even do. It's disgusting, that we put chains on the younger soon to be individuals that are so used to being told what to do, and when in the real word they won't know how to act, around surrounding people, or in an everyday environment.