SRP Yo

Ok, SRP is done. Pretty much school is done. Really, there is one more month until AP tests and then I will probably skip every day the rest of the quarter (don’t worry, I am only kidding). But yeah, here is my relection. Let’s take a look back on my performance, shall we?

A. When I dive back into SRP mode, I am thinking about all my sources. I had about thirteen or fourteen to start with, which I believe four or five of which were over twenty pages long. So I definitely had a lot of reading to do. The thing is, is that I didn’t read all of it. I really should have. My quotes would have been a little better if I had done so, and my overall understanding of my book and my sources would have been that much better. So this is what I would like to redo, if given the chance.

I feel like I wrote fairly well. I have always felt pretty confident with my writing abilities, and in this paper, it was the same way. My quote integrations were flawless (been learning them since like seventh grade, c’mon). So my quote integrations were good and overall I would say my writing was pretty good. So that’s what I think I did well on.

Poor: time management. The entire week we had in the library before the paper was used, I did not use to my full advantage. I should have been writing and editing all week, but that is not what I ended up doing. The weekend, I worked a little on Saturday and woke up early on Sunday to really knock it out, but I did not take the adequate time to edit more and more and thoroughly modern… I mean thoroughly go through my paper over and over before turning it in. I did feel a bit rushed, even though I didn’t think I was. So yeah, that is what I did poorly on, time management towards the end of the paper.

B. Next year, boys and girls, read your sources, read your book, and think live and breathe SRP until it is over. Now I read my book, and I read the majority of each of my sources, but I know for a fact that some people did not do either of those things, so don’t, it’s stupid. Think, live, and breathe SRP until you turn it in. This will only better your performance on it. Don’t be dumb, and please work hard. That’s all folks.


Now here it is, last one of da kuarta. WOO HOO.
I only completed my paper for my hero anyway…

Drew Harris is my hero.

-B

Music make me Loose Control

Okay, so here's the deal, I was at this thing, and I played the drums. This dude who I have never even met played the song "free Fallin" by Tommy Petty & the heartbreakers, and i played the drums for the song. He was like "okay I am gonna play this song, let me make sure I remember the chords...." So He played the opening chords, And I was like "I CAN PLAY DRUMs!" So I went up on stage and got behind the drumset. The guy was psyched, so we both got ready for the song he was about to play.

So he starts out, and I am ready to play, but the first note I am supposed to play, I mess up. Terrible right? So i mess up, but pick myself right back up. I play the whole song and end with quite the drum solo. We shake hands and I have not seen the guy since.

This is what this picture is about. It is faded and from stage right.

It was one of the funniest and coolest things I have ever done. In the photo I am playing someone else's drumset. I almost broke a couple of sticks and was close to even breaking the drumset in general, because you know i go hard.

So pretty much, I did this all for a good laugh. It was awesome, but I only did it because Drew Harris Is My Hero.

-B

DingDing, Let's Get it On

In this photo, you can see two gorillas, lunging at one another in order to kill. Or at least it seems that is their intention. It is easy to tell that these gorillas are Silver-backs because of their silver backs. The gorilla on the left has his mouth as wide open as his jaw will allow, and it can be assumed that the gorilla on the right is doing the same. Both gorillas have raised an arm with the intention of punching or scratching their opponent, much like a human would. This seems to be the nature of their being. I imagine that the whole point of this debacle is to assert male dominance, because isn't that the reason we all fight? All I know is that the gorilla on the left is much larger than the one on the right, and I think that the one on the right is in for a real beating. It will be impossible for him to assert his male dominance after being broken by the Alpha male.

This is not very similar, but one time at a MHS football game, this year, I turned around and slapped Johnny is the face. I cannot remember why, but it was for no reason pretty much. He, i guess to assert male dominance, maybe just because..., slapped me back, and so we started slapping each other, back and forth, getting harder and harder. We each took about three or four turns and then I let him have the last hit. I don't know how it happened, but each of us released stress and shook it off. It was so odd.

I don't know, this photo reminded me of that. But if it were Drew Harris that was behind me, I would not have slapped him, because....

Drew Harris is my Hero.

-B

Poetry

Poetry on PhotoPeach

The Constant Lover by Sir John Suckling










Suckling’s poem describes a man, who after only three days, is in love with a woman whom he had just met. He describes how she is so beautiful and has such a pretty face that without it, he would have several partners other than her. He says that time will tell that he truly loves this girl, and he will prove to be a ‘constant lover.’ The only repetition in the poem is the phrase “constant lover.” This represents the man trying to show that this thing he feels is not just a fluke. He is in it for the long haul. He has only known her three days, but he is trying to tell her that he knows. The rhyme scheme in this poem is a-b-c-b, and it has that pattern throughout, although not rhyming with the first stanza. Just the pattern of a line, another line, a line, and then a fourth line that rhymes with the second. The tone of this poem is excited. The man is not writing the poem to the lady he is love with, but rather just a poem describing his love with someone he knows. He has to tell someone. There is a metaphor about time and the molting of wings. This represents the time it takes to shed a bird’s wings. There is alliteration in line 7 describing the “whole wide world.” This is a form of hyperbole, as he says the whole world. Clearly this is an exaggeration. He claims he can discover the whole world while still remaining in love with this woman. The shift in the poem is at the end of the second stanza. This is where Suckling goes from talking about the time that he loves her and how long he will love her, to talking about how if she wasn’t pretty he would find other women.

Drew Harris is my Hero.

-B

Stained, but the good kind

Stained glass is one of the most beautiful forms of art since the medieval era. For the most part, stained glass was used for religious purposes and placed in churches. The sun would shine during services and the beautiful colors would shine through the window onto the congregation. These works of art are very popular and are still used today.

This picture is a beautiful design of what looks like a sun, but has many other shapes inside of it. It looks like there is the face of an owl in the center, and has alternating colors going around the circle. I think that this piece could be in a church, but from the picture there is no way of telling.

I have a strong appreciation for stained glass. Last year, I took the class at MHS taught by Larry Austin, and no we are not related. Id say it is the best art class at school. I made some pieces that I am truly proud of and have hanging up around the house. It is a great class and more should take it.

I like art, but I am not that good at it. I wish I was, but I am not. I feel like I have good ideas, but I cannot put them on paper. Now Drew has great ideas, but i don't know, I think he has the same trouble I have. But this 'problem' did not affect me in Stained Glass. So maybe, if you can't draw or paint or sculpt, glass is the class for your @$$ (bleeped out).

God, I really hope Drew can read this before the end of senior year is over. He's gotta take the class. I look out for him because he is my hero.

Drew Harris is my hero.

-B

Love is All You Need, Love is All You Need (echoed)

It was a long time ago. I think I might have been twelve years old. But I was in Indianapolis at a swim meet, and it was early February. I always remember because I would always be driving back from this meet in Indy at the start of the Superbowl, and only make it for the second half.

But one year, it was different. It was strangely warm, but this canal, that is in the picture that runs through downtown Indy, was still frozen over with still very thick ice. So a couple of friends and I naturally went out to play on the ice, throw rocks at it from the bridge in the picture, and just have fun. The building on the right was the hotel we stayed in. We had a blast.

But being February, and Valentine's Day coming up, love was in the air. I was running toward the bridge when I saw a man and woman standing in the very center of it. She looked bashful, almost like one of the Seven Dwarfs, red in the face, nervously looking at the ground. She was holding a bouquet of flowers that her man, the man next to her I assumed, had gotten for her. It was about noon on Superbowl Sunday, and it was then that I said he was going to propose to her. They were in the center of the bridge, with a beautiful city around them still sleeping, a comfortably warm February day, she was holding flowers and he was standing close to her. It seemed almost too perfect, like that of a movie.

I leaned over to my buddy Trey Van Dyke, who now lives in Texas and attends Texas A and M, and I said, "dude, he is gonna propose." Trey looked at me weird and ran back into the hotel, but I just stood there, glued to the cement. I couldn't leave. What if I was right?

It seemed like minutes for me, must have felt like hours for the man, but was only seconds in real life, and he slowly got down on his right knee, hand in hand, and asked his woman to marry him. I guess she said yes, because soon after, the man jumped up and they embraced like never before. They even began to kiss each other, which was weird for me, considering I don't think they knew I was there. So I pointed to the guy, as if to say "you are the man" and I ran back into the hotel. What a sight.

Valentine's Day is a loving one. I will surely show my loved one's what it's all about, especially my hero.

Drew Harris is My Hero.

-B