Act 4 Scenes 1 & 2

Act 4 Scene 1 begings in the forest with Titania and her faries pampering Bottom wiht his ass head. In the beginging he was baffeled as to why she loved him but he was quite enjoying all of the attention. He fell asleep with Titania by his side. Then Oberon and puck happen upon the sleeping two and Oberon releases the spell from Titania, and puck removes Bottom's ass head. Oberon tells puck of when he met with Titania and got her to agree to give him the young Indian boy and he would release the spell. Day comes and Titania and Oberon return to normal and so does bottom. This day is also Theseus's wedding day and he enters on a hunt with Hippolyta, Egeus, and his attendants. The sound of his hounds wakes the four sleeping lovers, Hermia and Lysander, and Demetrius and Helena. They two groups bump into each other and the young lovers retell their story of the previous night but it all sems as a dream. All they know is that Demetruis no longer loves Hermia, but now Helena and Hermia and Lysander are even more in love. This is also the day that Hermia is to make her decision as to whether she marries Demetrius but he does not want her anymore and Egeus is enrages. Theseus see's two happy couples in front of him and does not see the need to cause problems so he orders everyone back to the temple in athens for not one but three happy weddings.

Scene 2

In the mean time, bottom wakes and is lost. The previous night was a dream but he no longer had his ass head. He wanderend back into the clearing looking for the practicing actors but they were nowhere to be found, leaving bottom. At the same time the group of actors were having a meeting discussing the absence of bottom and how he was irriplaceable. One of the actors joins them with the news that theseus and 2 more couples had been married and were very eager to see a play, and the actors were in quite the situation. Just then Bottom bursts in on the meeting. He asks why they looked so sad and where they had gone. He says he has a story to tell them of the night before and his adventures but does not tell them. He directs them to get their costumes together and head stragiht for the dukes to perform their play.

Act 3 Scene 2

In act three scene two, Puck tells Oberon about Titania's love for an actor with an ass head. While they are discussing their sucess, Demetrius enters followed by Hermia. She is questioning him about Lysander's whereabouts because he went missing during the night. Puck realizes this is not the man that he enchanted and Oberon see's the man that he had told puck to enchant with a completely different woman. It is known that there is a problem and the love triangle has been changed and problems start. Oberon also has puck fix his mistake by putting the flower on Demetrius's eyes so he will fall in love wiht Helena. THen Lysander finds helena, and begs her love but she thinks he is doing it to mock her. The noise wakes demetrius from his sleep to see helena and then Lysander and he too falls in love wiht helena. She thinks the two men are doing it to be cruel and mock her. Both were enemies loving Hermia and now they are enemies mocking Helena. Then Hermia returns and see's Lysander. She questions him why he left and he says that he left because he found his true love. She did not believe him nor did she believe Demetrius saying the same thing. Helena also thought that the three were in on the joke together and felt betrayed by her long time best friend. Eventually Hermia begins to see the truth and all breaks loose between the two girls. At the end of the fight, Oberon has puck lead them all into seperate parts of the woods so they can fix the problems they created. they annointe Lysander's eyes so he will fall in love again with Hermia, and Demetrius and Helena wil be in love and htey can all return to anthens in peace.

Act 3 Scene 1

In Act 3 Scene 1, the group of actors that are to perform at Theseus's wedding meet to practice. In the script, Pyramus is killed and there is a lion, and if they scare the ladies, the actors will be put to their deaths. In fear of this, the actors decide to prestate that the lion is not actually a lion, and Pyramus is not actually killed. While the actors reherse, Bottom who is Pyramus, is off stage, and Puck, comes into the scene but invisible. He decides to play a trick and turn Bottoms head into that of an ass. When Bottom comes back on stage, he scares the other actors and they flee. When in the forest, Bottom wakes Titania and she falls in love with Bottom.

Act 2 Scene 1&2

Now in class we heard Act 2 scene 1 and 2 and this is my personal summary of what happened

Scene 1

While in the forest, 2 fairies meet. One of the is Robin, aka Puck, who is the servant of Oberon, the king of the fairies. The other is a servant of Titania, the queen of the fairies. Puck warns Titania's faerie to not let her come near Oberon because the fairies are mad at each other. Then coming to join their servants, Oberon and Titania both appear. They start in argument and quarrel over a small Indian prince. Titania has him as her attendant, but Oberon wished to have him as his knight. Neither agrees to give up the child. So when Titania leaves, Oberon asks Puck to go and find him a magic flower that was once hit by cupids arrows. If you rub this flowers juices on a sleepers eyelids, when they wake they will fall in love with the first thing they see. While puck is gone, Oberon witnesses Helena and Demetrius arguing about love. Lovesick helena wishes for demitrius and the more he pushes her away, the more in love she falls and the more demetrius love Hermia. Oberon wished to mess with the love triangle and when Puck returns, he instructs him to rub the flower juice on an Athenian man's eyes who is in the forest.

Scene 2

After Titania leaves oberon, she falls asleep by the stream bank. Oberon himself puts the flowers juice onto her eyelids so when she wakes she will fall in love with a beast. Lysander and Hermia are also walking through the forest on their escape from the rules of Athens. It is late and Lysander and Hermia decide to spend the night in the forest but keep their distance as respect to customs. At this time puck is also looking for an Athena man, and happens upon Lysander so he rubs the flower juice on his eyelids. After this, Helena and demetrius are still making their way through the woods, and demetrius once and for all tells Helena to stay away from him no matter how much she pleads. The noise wakes Lysander and he first sees helena and falls completely in love. Helena is not pleased at all and is very insulted. She thinks he is making fun of her and is very angry so she leaves but Lysander chases after her. Hermia later awakes to a missing Lysander and wanders into the woods to find him.

Act 1 Scene 1&2

In class we listened to the audio version of A Mid summers night dream. We now are summarizing the scenes into our own forms.

Scene 1

Egeus, the father of Hermia goes to the ruler, Theseus, and presents him with the problem he has with his daughter. He wishes for her to marry Demetrius, but she is in love with Lysander who loves her back. She refuses to marry Demetrius and seeks every other option. She has to marry Demetrius, become a nun, or be put to her death. But to Hermia, anything is better than marrying Demetrius. When Theseus discusses private matters with Egeus and Demetrius, Lysander and Hermia are left alone. In this time they plot to flee the city, where the Athenian law does not bind Hermias marriage and she is free to wed Lysander. Helena joins Hermia and Lysander and is told of their plans. She is in love with demetrius but he wont love her back, only Hermia. When Hermia and Lysander leave, Helena plans to tell Demetrius of Hermia's plan so she can win his affection.

Scene 2

This scene is set when the actors for Theseus's wedding are getting their roles for their play. The actor, Bottom, has been assigned the role of Pyramus, who is Thisbe's lover. Bottom is not satisfied so when other roles are assigned, he wishes to have those roles as well. When Snug is assigned the role of a lion, Bottom wishes to be the lion. But Bottom in the end is only Pyramus and the actors depart.

Free Post #2

Spring Break

Week #2

So it was actually spring break, and i went to whistler Canada this year. After the many, tiresome hours of travel, from waiting in the security check lines, to collecting your luggage and waiting on the side of the road piled with bags counting the minutes until your driver will pick you up to take you to your hotel in LA for the night, to sitting in a small airplane watching the endless stretch of land beneath you as you fly along for hours, to the beautiful scenery of the drive between Vancouver to whistler, i finally made it there. It was my first time in the snow when it was snowing (i went to Switzerland and was in the snow there... but it was summer) and i was absolutely thrilled. I felt like a little child in a candy shop, i just stared out wide-eyed at everyone and everything. I have traveled a lot as a child but this is one environment i have not experienced before. And since i had never truly been in the snow, i didn't know how to ski. I arrived Sunday night and i went out right away, roaming the town with my friends, practically half of punahou goes to whistler during spring break.

The next morning, that annoying alarm clock work me up for a long 6 hour day of skiing. it was 4 in the morning Hawaii time and to top it off it was pouring with rain. I put on what seemed an endless amount of clothing, all which i thought was unnecessary because my aunt had got me my ski clothes and she tends to over exaggerate things. She had prepared me for a blizzard and that's what it looked like outside. About 50 pounds heavier with ski layers, cloths, and boots, i made my way to the gondola to meet my instructor, Simon. HE had a cheery face, light red hair and was from England. His accent was lovely and made me feel right at home. We went up to mid station, the learning point for new skiers on whistler mountain. There was terrible visibility and it was unbelievably cold. We were pelted with sleet and hail, it was rain that wanted to be snow but due to the weather, just covered the mountain in iciness. But at the end of a fun learning day Simon left me with some wise skiing words to bring up my hopes for the next days lesson, "you've survived the worse so it all gets better from here."

Free Post #1

Spring Break

Week 1

I took an extra week off for spring break to accompany my parents on an annual business trip, but I'm not really writing about that week. The hotel i was staying at is a popular destination for celebrities, and each year i am there, a different group of them is there. When i was five, i went to the "Kids for all seasons" kids club, and ended up spending time with Demi Moores children, Scout, Rumor, and Tulula, and my mom spent time with her on that trip. This year when i was there, some of the guests included Paris Hilton, Justin Timberlake, Owen Wilson, Kirsten Dunst, Cameron Diaz's Sister, and Ice Cube (rapper).

I had no clue any of these people were at the hotel until one mornings breakfast. I was sitting around one of the many large round tables set up for the over-the-top breakfasts hosted by some of the sponsors of the trip. Across from me was the wife of BMW San Francisco dealer. She is a good friend of my family and loves to gossip, i think she is hysterical. So she is like "Ashley, have you gotten any pictures yet, you know who the celebs are that are here right? Alex(her son) and Kevin(his friend) went nuts when they saw ice cube."

I looked at her somewhat puzzled and told her i had no clue. But then it came to me and my dad said he had seen Paris Hilton. I checked in and was standing next to Paris Hilton the day i got there. And i went to dinner with my friend, and the huge table next to us was Kirsten Dunsts family and friends. It never even occurred to me that the young blond with over sized sunglasses, covered head to toe in designer apparel and surrounded by 5 or six extremely strong intimidating looking men was Paris Hilton. And my mother tells me the whole time on the trip that she spent with Demi Moore, she didn't know she was a celebrity. Ok so you may be thinking my family is just totally out of touch and doesn't know who anyone is, but it made me think something different.

in 7th grade, i remember a Damon speech that really stood out to me. The girl got up on stage, full of poise and confidence ready to persuade and convince the audience her speech was the best, but her message was true. She claimed people could name more celebrities than important politicians and people that make a difference in out world. And i believed her, and its so terribly true. But i guess it also made me think about how people are different, and how some value things differently, are more interested in certain things and just what people care about is different. I know that idea and connection of mine is quite a stretch, a BIG stretch with not much explanation, but i guess it makes more sense in my mind, but it really made an impact. Every day i see how different people truly are, from simple little things like 7th grade Damon speech and recognizing celebs, to learning the genetic possibility of someone else being the same as you in biology class.

personal essential question #10

Well we are supposed to make 5 total responses to our personal essential question by now, and i have to admit, its kind of a drag. With school, sports, family, and me time, i feel like its a burden to make a post. But I never truly stop to think that yeah, all of us have other things we would rather be doing, so why do we have to make this post. And thinking more into it, we are answering something along the lines of "who am i" which encompasses all aspects of our lives because that has an effect on it. I have mainly focused on understanding my thoughts and the thoughts of others of myself. So eventually i might ask someone and use that for understanding, but for now i will direction myself on my emotions. So to begin i am really not enjoying these posts due to the unreliability of blogger and my Internet. With taking a week off school, i felt a little disoriented when i came back and tried to get into the swing of things. I thought i was caught up with my work but just to be sure, i took a look at my blog and realized i needed more essential question responses. so with searching to see how many other people had, to composing this very post, my Internet has shut down 6 times, blogger has logged me out 4 times and Ive lost my work 3 times. The anger is just welling up. So hopefully next post when i focus on a different emotion, it will be much more cheerful, like happiness or excitement.

Ghost Story

In reading the book, Woman Warrior, we learn that Maxine is being told stories by her mother. Today in class we shared Ghost Stories with each other so this is mine.

When my father was younger, in the early days of his carrer, he was big into sailing. He has his own boat and would said around the islands alot with a small crew. One night, they were off the island of Oahu, directly off shore from babers point, sailing at a slow pace. It was dark out under the stary sky, so of course it was time for tales and ghost stories. My dad is not from hawaii, so he did not know much about hawaiian legends. Some of the poeple on the boat decided they were fitting and told them. The tale of choice; the hawaiian night marchers. They crew told my dad of the legened, and that the night marchers were dead souls of the hawaiians. They said if you encounter the nght marchers or cross their path and they see you awake, you will become one of them and your soul will march along with them. You see them as a long like of people carring lights and torches. And in hearing this my dad was a little uneasy, because he is very supersticious. So as the night went on, my dad had the late watch of the helm while the crew slept. They were sailing directly out from barbers point, and up the mountain is makakilo and mililani on the mountains. He was gazing around at the island lights and the stars when he notices a long line of what could have been street lights, but up the side of the mountain. And then it hit him, they were no street lights but the nightmarchers themselves!

personal essential question # 9

every cycle we make 2 posts in response to our personal essential question. I know that my question, "what do people truely think or feel about me" is somewhat unanswerable in full honesty. I am able to answer other questions in understanding myself. my last post reflected about my friends, more specifically those who live far away and yet are soclose like sisters to me. even thouh I value my friendships dearly, family is also extremely important.

this week has been spent in maui, with my parents on a business trip. this one trip is family oriented unlike the others. I have been attending for many years and my friendships with the choldren have grown strong over the years. I am patiularly close with 2 other girls my age, and I look foeward to seeing them and their families each year. this year, due to school, one of my friends was not able to come , and will not be able to attend ever in the future.


So last night was the farewell banquet and gala dinner, and I sat aside my parents, my sister like friend, her parents(mine as well except for the fact we are not related), and my other friends parents that are almost my own as well. While sitting at the table we discuss our travels for the year, the summer and our excitement for the next years trip. It was not my friend, but her parents who brought up the idea of getting the girls together this summer. I was invited to fly up and stay with them in california. I would live with them, spend time with my friend in her daily life, and travel with them on their family summer trip. I was invited to become a part of their family. And family is is simply your connection and love for one another, not just the bonds of blood. they are my great friends and my family.

Personal Essential Question # 8

Well its seems like its been quite a while since i have done a response to my personal essential question. My original question was "what do others truly think of me" but Ive come to realize that to understand that, i want to know more about myself, and a major part of myself is my family and friends. Both are so important to me.

I am currently sitting on my balcony with my laptop, on my 7th floor hotel room in Maui. One week out of the year, i will travel to the outer islands with my parents, on a business trip. On this trip, the parents bring their children, some which i am very close friends with. I have known them for years, since i was 8. There are 3 of us, Carly, Megan, and myself, and usually Megan's little brother, Riley, comes along. To all the adults, we are known as the inseparable 3 and Riley because we spend every moment together. We all get along well, and pick up as if we saw each other the week before. They are some of my closest friends, distance has no boundaries on friendship.

As we grow older, things change, and this year its school. Megan and i have just started high school, and that makes for a lot of work. I still came but she didn't, therefore Riley stayed home as well this year. The group was split. Its just Carly and i, and things are so different. When Megan is there, things are quite lively and crazy, her presence really influences my outwardness. Without her, Carly and i are much more mellow. I find it quite interesting how much someone elses personality can affect your own, especially if the other person has a dominant personality.

Family Story with Magical Realism

The Ice Cream Escapade

Every morning at quarter till 8, little Dennis would hear grandmother Short yell, “Dennis, its time to wake up for school.” He would lazily rub his eyes, when he sat up and gave a long groan and a big stretch. Only a tiny bit groggy, the room spun for a second as he stood up, but it came right. He put on a comfortable t-shirt, his uniform blue pants, and pulled a large school sweatshirt over his head. He combed the blonde mess of hair on top of his head. In his book bag, he would stuff a neatly folded school shirt and tie. Then he would go to his money jar under his bed and pocket some small change.

Still half asleep he thudded downstairs and slumped over at the breakfast table. “How did u sleep Dennis? It was quite chilly last night.”

Lois I'm tired, leave me alone.” He turned around and glared at his older sister. He munched slowly on his toast and drank his milk. Glancing at the clock he grabbed his bag and jumped up, it was a quarter past 8.

“Hurry Dennis, morning assembly starts in 15 minutes.”

Dennis rushed out the front door, letting it slam shut behind him. He took a flying leap, missing the stairs down the front porch and bounded along to the front gate. He let himself out. School was to the right and 2 blocks away, an easy 5 minute stroll. But Dennis really disliked morning assembly, and really, nobody even knew you were there. So this morning Dennis took a left, deviating from his routine school day. He jogged briskly to get out of sight of his house, his mother, and two annoying older sisters.

While jogging he could hear the faint clinking of the small coins he had hidden in the depths of his pants pocket. And then it hit him, ICE CREAM. Dennis loved ice cream, and his older cousin’s friend worked at the ice cream parlor down the road. He was walking in that direction already, and continued right on down the street. He walked up to the doorstep and with a heave, swung the door open. A tiny gold bell jingled as he walked inside.

“Dennis, what are you doing here? It’s nice to see you but aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

“Oh hello, you startled me. Nah, it’s only the morning assembly, class starts at 9:30. Don’t have to be there till then.”

“Ah alright then. Want some ice cream, I'm guessing that’s why you came,” he chuckled. “Chocolate, am I right?”

“Oh thanks yum. This is way better than morning assembly. I think ill hang out with you every morning. What good is morning assembly? Anyway, who is ever going to know, I just can’t be late to class.”

So there sat Dennis, eating away at his oversized chocolate ice cream. He had a grand-old-grin on his face and a little smirk too. ‘Ha-ha fooled you all’ was running through his brain and was over confident he would never be caught. He glanced down to his watch, 9:10. He got up and slowly departed from the ice cream parlor. He pulled his hood on his sweatshirt over his head, to not be recognized by his mother or sisters if they were passing by along the street.

He kept a brisk pace, glancing around as he neared the school campus. Dennis was a sneaky little one and made it onto campus without being spotted. Dashing for the restroom, he went inside and switched his shirts, into the uncomfortable uniform and tie. He stared at his watch, the minutes slowly ticking by until he heard a commotion coming from the auditorium. Dennis looked himself over and quickly slipped into the long line of students shuffling their way to the classrooms.

Dennis was in a great mood all day long, high spirits and a sly smirk still on his face. At the end of the school day, he walk back home. Instead of a huge leap, like he took on his way out, Dennis climbed the porch steps one at a time. He entered the house and closed the door behind him, careful not to make enough noise to draw attention to himself and fearful his mother might have seen him. He survived a normal evening with no suspicion. So little Dennis went to bed that evening with the happiest feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was the master and was so smart, he didn’t have to go to boring morning assembly, and he could eat ice cream instead.

The following mornings, Dennis decided to repeat his mastermind plan, and executed it very successfully. He would scarf down his breakfast and dart left, right to the ice cream parlor. Dennis would sit there, daydreaming, playing with his ice cream, and enjoyed a different flavor every day. Even though the time Dennis spent there was in day dreams, the minutes seemed as though they were hours. Each day Dennis returned to that ice cream parlor, what seemed like the hours turned to days, and what seemed like the days turned to weeks. The time spent in day dreams sped up, traveling forward at the rate of a minute. The thought hit him, look in the mirror.

“OH MY GOODNESS!” A sound of panic and shock ran through Dennis’s voice when he yelled.

His friend banged on the door to the bathroom, “Dennis are you alright, what happened.” He heard the turning of the lock on the door handle.

“I’m, I’m I’m, OLD.” And with that Dennis let the door slowly open, revealing himself to his friend.

“Oh my Dennis what are you talking about. You must have been in quite the dream but oh my, you have 5 minutes before your class starts. RUN.”

Dennis ran, and he ran faster than he possibly ever could. He ran faster than the cars driving down the road, and faster than the birds flying above his head in the sky. As he barreled onto the campus, he saw his teachers back close the classroom door. And that was it, Dennis was caught.

“So Dennis, I heard you were late to class this morning after morning assembly, but its funny, nobody knew you went to the restroom, and in fact, nobody really saw you in morning assembly. I have my doubts because I saw you leave the house, but you were in assembly this morning, weren’t you? Where else could you have gone, not in the back yard, or with your sisters or father, and surely you didn’t go get ice cream or food. I just don’t know what happened. Care to explain?”

‘Oh no, she knows, but how?’ thought Dennis. “Uhhh, I don’t know how you knew about this. I was just late to class, really.”

“Oh really, that’s not what our neighbors said two doors down. They said they saw you running about the time you arrived at school, because I know you weren’t there, did you forget something at home?”

“Ok fine you win I know you know. I skipped that stupid morning assembly and got ice cream. Ok? I won’t do it again.”

“Oh I know you won’t do it again and you have done it many times. I know the whole story, don’t worry about it. But you know what, I think ill walk you to school tomorrow, and the best part is I’m going to hold your hand all the way until you are sitting in your seat. Then I know you are at school.”

His mother walked Dennis to school each day, holding his hand and escorting him to his seat. It was probably the most embarrassing week of his life. From the painful grip of his mother’s hand, to the stares from his friends burning holes of humiliation into him, to just knowing he got caught and in trouble for such a dim-witted mistake, Dennis learned his lesson. He never missed another morning assembly again, that year especially. No matter what, he was in his seat every morning from then on.

personal essential question # 7

each cycle we are required to respond twice to our personal essential question. my original question or "i don't know" is 'i don't know what others truly think or feel about me.' this led me to wanting to better understand myself. From this question it leads me to "how do i express myself." this is an answerable question that helps me understand how i think of myself.

The way i express myself is reflected upon many things; the way i talk, dress, body language, writing and mannerisms. All of these things can be seen or heard, person to person, face to face. But in writing another element is added, misunderstanding. When you write something to be read, it is interpreted, correctly or not. This means you need to be extra clear to paint an image or thought in the readers mind, and if you want it to be the right image you need to be exact. So lets do a little test.

I am sitting in from on my computer adding to my blog posts. I am quite comfortable, drink in hand and my dog on my lap. I just got out of the shower and am dressed comfortably enjoying the cold.

If i were face to face with a person or talking to them, they would completely understand this, but of course, i am writing. I need to over express myself to a MAXIMUM and it is irritating. The lack of clarity and depth through our new technological advances from our progressing society. People will send a text message instead of picking up the phone to say something. Which is easier? Which takes less time? Which is able to convey something clearer? No, wait that doesn't matter . Its just not what we do in our lives these days. this takes a major impact upon us, and now more recently it is affecting our English class. we express ourselves through writing on a blog and not actions and words. we are becoming more technologically advanced, and will we eventually live in a cyber world, always sending a text message rather than making that phone call. Although, this may be good for the sole purpose of our writing, i mean we do write to use detail. To create that perfect description no matter how much work it takes.

But now if i were to OVER express myself and add all details, you may just get the same clarity in writing as you could in words.

I am sitting in a large, black leather, office chair. My laptop is sitting atop a mahogany wrap- around desk. I am adding a new post to my blog for English. To the left of my wide screen, Sony vio laptop, sits a round palm tree decorated coaster with a can of diet coke on top. I am just staring my homework after track practice, and the caffeine helps give me that extra urge to do my work. My hair is dark, curly, and wet, held back by a soft bright red headband, matching the outrigger canoe club logo on my over sized white tee shirt. I am wearing long velour light pink juicy sweats, which i might add are quite comfortable and my dog agrees. My ten and a half pound skinny papillon claimed his place on my lap. He loves the soft feeling and I'm sure he takes amusement in covering my in his white silky hair he sheds.

Now wouldn't you agree, to understand someone its a lot easier to just see them or talk to them. But that's not what our society is doing these days. ""Variety is the norm. Biology loves variation. Society hates it." (taken as a quote from a friends facebook. not cited.)

Personal Essential Question # 6

Each cylce we are asked to respond in some way to our personal essential question. I believe this question helps us better understand an unanswerable question, to know the unknown. My "I do not know" or personal essential question is I do not know what others truely think or feel about me. From this question, I think I firstly need to better understand what I think of myself.

I am on the track pole vaulting team. This sport, or any in general can be very frustrating and they also take a lot of commitment. When I reflect upon my work, my effort, and my attitude in practice, it really aids me. It really reflects my personality, and how i feel. Self reflection and self analyzing are used in sports a lot, and i also use it for my own knowledge.

There are days when i will come early to practice, run extra, stay late, and take care of the poles and pit. Other days i will do what is required, or if i don't feel like a tuff workout, i will not go, unless it is crucial i do. If i am asked to do more, or simply told that it would benefit me, i put all effort in. Now when i think about it, i can see that when i am asked to do something, told to do something, or it is necessary to be done, i will do it. Then if there is extra work, it takes my own motivation. At times i am a very driven and motivated person and at other times i am not. I respect my work and others but i disregard the unnecessary work. I am hard working, driven, lazy, respectful, but not self motivated. I strive for perfection but naturally, i try to find the easiest way there.

Family Story

In class we discussed the importance of sharing family stories and passing them along. Some stories are very valuable, but without being told, they may be lost. We were to interview a family member for a family story.

When i was little, i always remember my father telling me stories of his childhood. None of them were very detailed but i found amusement in them even though i do not remember them today. One stood out to me as a funny story but meaningful at the same time. I valued the story as a lesson i was being taught but i openly received it.

"When i was a young boy, maybe your kindergarten or first grade, i learned not to skip or be late to school. Every morning we would have to show up to morning assembly at 8 :30, and then at 9:30 report to our classes. Everyone was expected to go to assembly, but nobody checked to see if you were there. I really did not enjoy it at all. I walked to school, and one day i decided to get ice cream instead. I waited around there and made it to class after morning assembly in perfect time. Nobody ever figured it out. But one day i was late, and had no excuse. My mother was called. When i got home that day, i had to confess everything to her. She was furious. The next morning, my mother walked me to school, holding my hand. She walked me into assembly, holding my hand and escorted me to my seat. i was wriggling and hiding my face it embarrassment. She did that for an entire week. The worst week of my life. After that one week i swore i would never skip school or be late ever again in fear she may do that. And i kept to it."

After re hearing this story i broke out in hysterical laughter, but i saw the lesson he learned. And when i was first told the story i took it to heart. I really value the impact this story had on me, and this story really is important and it is one that i feel should be passed on as a lesson to be learned.

My Blog and Me

This blog that we all have was put to use for many reasons. It for one makes our lives a lot easier, more enjoyable, and more familiar in our daily lives. Forget the pen and paper, we have left that behind and are moving on to a more technologically advanced work space. And since our work is being showcased for anyone to view, we have a tendency to improve the quality of our works. We expand on our clarity and depth knowing that we have impress many more readers than our teacher. Through this blog, the quality in depth and clarity of our work will grow.

But who am I, the one who is writing this. Those who know me well would be able to tell by my word choice and placements. To others, I am the person running between classes on a very busy schedule, or walking casually, towering over the tops of my friends heads. Not a loud voice in a crowd of people but a noticeable presence. I change very easily, always adapting to the environment I am put in, but am always the same welcoming person. Relaxed, lost, leader, reserved, one step ahead, two steps behind, helper, and friend. can you guess, who am i?