Wednesday, December 21, 2011

How does Outliers connect to MY life?

            
Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell are a collection of true stories that together help to explain the different ways that make people successful in their own lives.  The book follows multiple stories of successful people like Bill Gates and The Beatles.  He explains in detail how, while it seems that these people simply rose to success, there were actually a lot of opportunities that these people took advantage of that helped their rise to success.

               My mom was raised in Guilderland in the same 4 bedroom house that my family lives in now.  My mom’s great grandfather was an Irish immigrant who worked as a tailor in Utica.  His son became the fire chief in Utica and my grandfather had a very prolific job with the telephone company.  He and my grandmother (a police dispatcher) moved to Guilderland, keeping their old house 20 minutes from Utica and on a lake, as a camp where they spent their summers.  My mom and her four older siblings all attended Guilderland.  My mom took honors classes and was ranked 45 in her class of just over 450.  She played volleyball, basketball, and softball.  In her senior year the volleyball team came in second in Regional’s and is also the most recent time that the Guilderland girls’ volleyball team has done that (other than this past season).  After high school she attended Sage College where she also played volleyball for the school and became a physical therapist.  She initially had her own clinic, but since my sister and I have been born she became the head if the Sunnyview Outpatient Clinic on Carmen Road. In the chapter, Rice Paddies and Math Tests, Gladwell lists multiple traditional Chinese Proverbs, one of which reminds me of my mother; “And, most telling of all: ‘No one who can rise before dawn 360 days a year fails to make his family rich.’” (238)  My mom goes into work at about 5:30 every morning (we live less than five minutes from her office) so that she can be home for my sister and I after school.  She’s so used to getting up that early that even on days she doesn’t have to go to work, she’s up before I leave for school, and I leave the house at 6:38 every morning. She works during the summer too, and is on the building cabinet at the middle school, part of the PTA and the APTA (American Physical Therapy Association).

Another part of Outliers that applies to my life is the “concerted cultivation” that sociologist Annette Lareau.  Concerted cultivation is “…an attempt to actively ‘foster and asses a child’s talents, opinions, and skills.’” (104). My sister and I have been in multiple activities and camps since we were little.  My mom was the leader of both of our Girl Scout troops and we both played recreation soccer and softball.  As our interests changed, so did the activities we were in.  My sister stopped playing soccer in third grade and only played softball, while I didn’t stop playing soccer until seventh grade.  When I got to fourth grade I started playing the clarinet and was also in chorus.  When my sister got to fourth grade she started playing the saxophone, and my parents bought each of us our own instruments, (instead of renting them) even though neither of them had played instruments when they were in school. At the beginning of ninth grade I even started private lessons for clarinet once a week for a half hour.  In middle school I was a part of select band and when my sister got to the middle school she joined Jazz Band, Stage Band, and Select Band (the sax is a more versatile instrument than the clarinet) all of which go to Agawam, M.A. every year, where my mom was a chaperone every year. Between my sister and me, we will have gone 4 times in May (we both went one year and I didn’t join select band until seventh grade). My sister is also a part of Future Cities (a club at the middle school that builds a future city and is entered in a contest with other local schools) which last year won first at the competition they went to.  Future Cities meets two- three times a week and normally goes from 3:30 until 5:30, meaning my parents have to pick her up from school multiple times a week, but they do.  Another part of the concerted cultivation brought up by Lareau’s study was the fact that middle class families teach their children how to talk to authority; “The middle class parents talked things through with their children, reasoning with them.  They didn’t just issue commands.  They expected their children to talk back to them, to negotiate, to question adults in positions of authority.” (103)  My parents expect that if my sister and I, for example, have a problem with a teacher, that we go talk to them ourselves that way we learn how to speak for ourselves.

In another section of Outliers, Gladwell goes back to the differences between richer and poorer families and summer vacation.  Gladwell says the gap between reading scores for lower, middle and upper class kids from first to fifth grade “…is the result of differences in the way privileged kids learn when they are not in school.” (258) Over summer vacations my sister and I were able to attend camps that we wanted to.  Over my summers I have been to multiple volleyball camps, camps through the town like softball, field hockey, soccer, and “Games Galore”.   This past summer I also went to a writing camp at U Albany and was a JVC (like a CIT) at Tawasentha for two weeks.  My sister has been to multiple science camps and arts and crafts camps.  Both of us went to sleep-away Girl Scout camps when we were younger, too.  In addition, both of my parents love to read.  My sister and I were also raised to love books, so our reading scores were, like the children in the study, higher than other kids our age because of how much we read.

Outliers shows how different opportunities and circumstances affect a person and the way that their life plays out.  The opportunities and lessons in my life so far; work ethic, concerted cultivation, and academic engagement during the summer vacation, have all helped me to achieve what I have so far including being in honors classes like this one.  The stories and lessons in Outliers can apply to everyone’s lives, whether it is taken as a good thing or not.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Love Poem Number 137

Love Poem Number 137

 The touch of a gentle,
warm breeze over
the shimmering
reflection on the water
of the sunset's
purples and pinks and reds.

 The joy
in a child's eyes
watching the fireworks
burst,
sending colors flying across
the darkened sky.

 The sweet harmony that comes
from a subtle dissonance.
Thrilling the audience, who doesn't know
exactly what happened,
but can't deny the shivers 
sent up their spines. 

The golden glow
of a campfire surrounded
by friends and family
singing and talking 
filling the air with love.
All filling the air with love. 

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Microfiction: "The sound of breaking glass stopped her."

The sound of breaking glass stopped her.  Why had she brought him with her tonight?  He still needed more training.  Slowly, she backed away from the window that she had carefully been trying to jiggle open.  The security alarm was echoing down the street, and Casey knew they only had a matter of time before the police showed up.  
“Zach, where are you?” Casey whispered, hoping he was close, even though it had sounded like the window broke on the other side of the house. 
“Here,” came the answer from the darkness of the large bushes that were on the side of the house.
“Let’s go.”
“But we didn’t finish the job, Casey.”
“You can’t always finish a job Zach. And, if we stay any longer we’re done for good.”  Zach pulled back at the harsh tone his sister’s voice took on.  A siren in the distance sent panic through Casey, “We have to go now, Zach, they’re already on their way.  We don’t have time!” Casey pushed past him and into the abyss that was the backyard. 
“But, Casey, we have to!”
Casey spun around, “NO, Zach. I don’t know how else to tell you. WE DO NOT HAVE TIME!  They can’t catch us Zach,” the panic in her voice had turned to desperation and she no longer felt the need to whisper.  “Remember what happened to Derek?  Do you want THAT to be US?”  He shook his head.  “I didn’t think so. Now let’s GO!” 
Casey turned and ran to the end of the property, careful to step over the thin thread like wire that surrounded all private properties and was specially made so that the wire would cut you as you went through and could match you in seconds on the government’s database.  No sooner had she made it to the thin tree line that separated the house from the local ballpark, than the police vans themselves whipped into the driveway. 
                “Zach? Zach, where did you go?” Casey whispered into the darkness, hoping her brother would appear like he had the last time, but she had no such luck. She saw him huddled under the window that he had broken before. 
Casey shook her head at him motioning for him to come to the safety of the trees, but he ignored her.  In no time at all he had climbed into the kitchen and almost as soon as he made it in, an officer had him by the collar and was holding him up in front of the window.  Zach was kicking and trying to fight the cop off, but it was no use, the town had just gotten a new set of steel officers that were much tougher than the old aluminum set.  Casey knew in her heart that she wanted to help her brother, but she also knew that these days you couldn’t let emotion get in the way of your survival.  So she turned, and ran, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

My T-Shirt Vote

Chocolate Chip

TU Tuesday- Editorial

Evaluate a speaker’s point of view, reasoning, and use of evidence and rhetoric, identifying any fallacious reasoning or exaggerated or distorted evidence.
The editorial on the occupy Albany protests was very well written.  The author acknowleges that people can have a view that is different from that of the editorial; "There are plenty of people who don't particularly like the Occupy movement or its messages. Some feel — or at least like to assert — that the protesters have no message at all".  However, the author also clearly states their point that, while in other places across the country, while the protests seem to be going nowhere and are getting violent, Albany's protests are peaceful and actually seem to be accomplishing something.   For example, " At least for now, Mayor Jerry Jennings is continuing a policy of accommodating the Occupy Albany protesters who have been encamped in Academy Park since Oct. 21. What's more, both the mayor and the demonstrators have worked out some issues that in another city might have led to forced eviction.  This matters."   The author also compares the occupy protesters to the tea party and shows how the two groups are similar; "And just as the tea party's often vague pronouncements about 'taking back our government' and 'losing our freedom' got people reading the Constitution and paying attention to deficits, the Occupy movement has focused attention on the growing wealth gap in America, the undue influence of money on public policy, the struggling middle class, and high unemployment that gets more lip service than action from politicians".

 
http://www.timesunion.com/opinion/article/Editorial-Albany-Occupy-keep-the-peace-2394790.php

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

N= Newfoundland

Breed Description -  "The Newfoundland is a strong, massive dog. The head is broad and heavy with a slightly arched crown. The neck and back are strong. The wide muzzle is about as broad as it is deep, and rather short. The stop is moderate. The nose is generally black except on bronze-colored dogs, which have brown noses. The teeth meet in a level or scissors bite. The deep-set, dark brown eyes are relatively small and spaced wide apart. The triangular shape ears have rounded tips and are relatively small. The legs are well muscled, straight and parallel. The cat-like feet are webbed. Dewclaws can be removed. The tail is strong and broad at the base, hanging down. The double coat is flat and water-resistant. The oily outer coat is coarse and moderately long, either straight or wavy. The undercoat is oily, dense, and soft. Dogs that live indoors tend to loose their undercoats."

Appearance/Size -  about 26-28 inches long, and about 100-150 pounds, they are generally black, brown, gray and black/white  

Diet -  balance of protein, carbohydrates, fatty acids, vitamins and minerals that match the breed specific nutritional requirements; use blends containing fish, pork, poultry, and lamb

Temperament - the breed as a whole is very sweetly tempered  

Shedding -  a lot!!!!

Health/Allergies/Vaccines – dysplasia, skin rashes, hot spots and pigmentation problems


http://www.akc.org/breeds/newfoundland/
http://www.wdcusick.com/Newfoundland.html
http://nanookthenewfy.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-newfoundland-dogs-shed.html
http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/newfoundland.htm

Friday, December 2, 2011

Un-truth Poetry Prompt

What You Knew Growing Up

The un-truth is what you grow up knowing.
What they tell you
from the day you're born.

The small one's and big one's 
from people to places to
"if you make that face long enough,
it'll stay that way forever".

One's that you learn in school;
"Step on a crack,
break your mother's back" and
"The pool is on the third floor".

The un-truth is what you know growing up.
And when you figure out
that what you thought to be true is in fact,
un-true,
you are upset that
you actually believed it.

Yet you grow older
and have your own family and
raise your own children
on the un-truths
that you knew growing up.



Tuesday, November 29, 2011

TU Tuesday Guest Speaker

Poise: Kristy was very comfortable with talking in front of us.  She even talked about how when she was youbger she was very shy and now she speaks in front of people all of the time.  She connected very well with and made great eye contact, especially with the person that asked the question. 

Clarity: Kristy was very clear with her pronunciation of words and was loud enough for everyone to hear her.  She also used words that people were able to understand.  Her explanation of her ideas were very clear.

Volume:  Kristy's volume throughout her entire stay was perfect.  Her voice was loud enough for people even in the back of the room to hear.

Information:  Kristy's answers were long and informative with lots of great details.  She told many stories of her experiences to try to give us the best answers to our questions and show us what being a journalist is all about.

Organization:  Kristy's oraganization was very good.  While it would seem at first that her story had nothing to do with the question, she always related it back to the question.  Her answers were clear and organized and made sense.

Unfortunately I did not really get to participate in the discussion we had because by the time I would come up with a question (I kind of like to make sure the question is clear) someone else would have already asked a question, which was similar to the one I had.  Also, the questions that I had already come up with on my blog didn't really fit into the conversation that we were having.  As a class, we were able to keep a conversation going with Kristy for the majority of class (almost 70 minutes). 

I think that Kristy was a great person to bring into class to talk to us about writting as a career and I think that she would be a great source to bring back into visit another class.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

TU Tuesday

"Playing Dairy Queen for a Day"
What caused her obsessison with cows?
Is 600 a large, small, or average number of cows to have at a dairy farm?
I like the descriptions of what was happening and how you actually milk a cow.
I like how it took her a long time to get used to milking the cows.
http://www.timesunion.com/living/article/Playing-dairy-queen-for-a-day-2229727.php

"Resistance Can be Useful"
What did she mean by "putting together up to 500 inches of calendar listings twice a week"?
When she first started interveiwing, what did she report on?
I like how she quoted Deci with a quote about resitance.
I like how she had a message to share that can apply to everyone.
https://secure.timesunion.com/AspStories/story.asp?newsdate=11/6/2011&navigation=nextprior&category=LIFE&storyID=1093432

"Ringers in the Extreme"
Why is it not required for professional sports players to remove jewlery?
In 'degloving', is it referring to any portion of the skin or a larger portion of skin being torn off?
I like how she took an unusual (and probabaly normally boring) topic and made it interesting to read about it.
I like how she polled the readers of her blog to get a glimpse at what other people think about the subject.
http://www.timesunion.com/living/article/Ringers-in-the-extreme-2263911.php)

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Opinion Prompt #13

Opinion Prompt 13. We should replace number grades with letter grades

I disagree with this opinion because number grades give you a more accrate glimpse at how you're doing in your classes.  Letter grades give you a range that your grade is in like an A+ is the equivalent to anywhere between 96-100%.  In the middle school letter grades are used, but I never liked them because unless you sit down and calculate your own grade out by hand you never really know exactly what your grade is, and that is what bothered me.  Also number grades motivate me to do better because if I have a 97 in a class I'm more apt to work harder to get my grade up higher than if I have A+ because an A+ tells me that I'm doing the best possible and so I would begin to coast through that particular class, and even if my grade dropped to a 96 I wouldn't know because my letter grade would still be an A+. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

I Want to Write About #91

When I was little, before I went first grade, there was an vacant lot that was around the corner from my house.  It was basically a giant dirt hill that all the neighborhood kids would play in.  We, my sister and I, were almost always at the dirt hill (with our parents of course since we were little).  In the nice weather, we would use our sand toys and build sandcastles and such.  During the winter, when there was snow on the ground, we would take our sleds over and go sledding down the hill and play in the snow.  My sister loved playing in the dirt and my parents always had to keep a close eye on her the longer we were at the dirt hill because sometimes she would start to eat the dirt (that was they would determin when it was time to leave).   When I started elementary school a house was built on the lot that had been our dirt hill, which was kind of sad because it was a big part of my early childhood.

Monday, November 7, 2011

M=Morocco

http://www.lonelyplanet.com/morocco
  1. Visit Casablaca; "...but it is the country’s economical and cultural capital, and it represents Morocco on the move: Casablanca is where the money is being made, where the industry is, where art galleries show the best contemporary art and where fashion designers have a window on the world. The old pirate lair is looking towards the future, showing off its wealth and achievements."
  2. Visit Chellah, an ancient cemetary in Rabat; "Abandoned, crumbling and overgrown, the Merenid necropolis of Chellah is one of Rabat’s most evocative sights."
  3. Take the High Atlas Trek; "This exciting journey begins in the oasis city of Marrakesh. We follow trails through Berber villages to alpine pastures set beneath the impressive backdrop of the High Atlas. An ascent of Jebal Toubkal is also on offer as well as time to explore the delightful seaside town of Essaouira."
  4. Chaouen Rural; "Chaouen Rural is a local company sponsored by the government of Catalonia that is developing the rural tourism potential of the region. This well-run operation specialises in package trips into Talassemtane National Park that include staying in rural houses and interacting with the local culture."
  5. Visit the a El-Fna Food Stalls #2 on a list of 7373 things to do in Africa; "Around sunset, donkeys descend on the Djemaa hauling gas canisters by the cartload and all the makings of 100 small restaurants...Adventurous foodies will want to try Marrakesh specialities such as steaming snail soup, sheep's brain, and skewered hearts..."
  6. Visit Parc de la Ligue Arabe; " Casa's biggest open space is the Parc de la Ligue Arabe. It's a good place for games and walks, has a choice of small cafés and the Yasmina amusement park."
  7. Visit the Kasbah Museum; "This museum is perfectly sited in Dar el-Makhzen, the former sultan’s palace (where Portuguese and British governors also lived) and has recently been completely redone. The new focus is on the history of the area from prehistoric times to the 19th century, most of it presented in seven rooms around a central courtyard...Before you leave, don’t miss the exotic Sultan’s Garden off the main courtyard, opposite the entrance."
     

Sunday, November 6, 2011

"Better to remain silent and appear a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt"

  My family has dinner together almost every night and we normally talk about our days.  My dad is a phys. ed. teacher and right now he teaches middle school boys.  He doesn't always have the brightest of students in his classes, which means very entertaining stories for us to listen to at the dinner table.  This is something that my dad used to say to my sister and I when he was talking about some of those students that weren't necesarily using theirs brains to the best of their ability.  My dad can be extremly sarcastic sometimes and has almost no patience for you if you aren't going to listen to him.  This generally ammounts to him making some sarcastic commment that sometimes the student doesn't understand, but would try to respond to as if his comment was literal and end up looking like a "fool". 

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Metronome Poetry Prompt

Feel the Beat

One, two, three, four.
One, two three, four.

The steady beat moves
 through the air to the
ears of the students.
Eyes are closed,
for the moment,
so that they can feel the beat
inside before they begin.

One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

The eyes open as the teacher
stops
the solid tick-tocks.
A first try ends poorly
and so they shut
their eyes again and
open their ears.

One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four. 

Another try proves better,
but still not perfect.
the students, impatient,
sit back and close their eyes,
letting the beat sink in,
 to their brains and their hearts,
determined that the
third time will be the charm.

One,two, three four.
One, two three, four.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Halloween

"Imagine a Halloween with no candy. Do you think you would still have fun? Why or why not?"

A Halloween with no candy would be absolutely no fun whatsoever.  This is because Halloween has become centered around candy.  Trick-or-Treating would be pointless since no one really wants pencils or other random trinkets that people would give out instead.  Plus, the whole fun of Halloween is running around neighborhoods with your friends or family collecting candy and then when you get home dumping everything on the floor and seeing what you got.  Counting and trading candy on the living room floor, trying to get the best trade for a candy you don't like.  Without candy, Halloween would be very different and definatly not as much fun for everyone.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

TU Tuesday

http://www.timesunion.com/business/article/Globalization-relatively-kind-to-Capital-Region-2237330.php

fared better under globalization
fared: to turn out; globalization: worldwide integration and development

which they've leveraged to build their technology sector
leveraged: to exert power or force on; sector: a part or subdivision of

upstate metros
metropolitan (metro): of or pertaining to a large city

manufacturing here is largely export-oriented
manufacturing: the making or producing of anything; export: to ship to other countries for sale

focus of several forums
forum: an assembly

This article, Globalization relatively kind to Capital Region, was about how globalization in New York has affected the cities upstate.  The words were chosen to give a 'strictly business' feel.  You can kind of get this feeling from the lines "which they've leveraged to build their technology sector" and "manufacturing here is largely export-oriented".

You can also get the feeling that the article was written specifically for people that know about the business world.  This is a different feel from most of the articles in the newspaper these days, which are written at level that most people can understand easily.  You can see this in the lines "fared better under globalization" and "'...enjoys  the stabilizing economic benefits of the state capital workforce.'"

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Where The Wild Things Are


http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8d/Where_The_Wild_Things_Are_(book)_cover.jpg

Where The Wild Things Are was one of the books read most often in my house.  My parents were the kind of people that read constantly to my sister and I when we were growing up. We always read a book before going to bed when we were little and as we grew up we would read longer books, reading a couple chapters a night.  At Lynnwood (and perhaps similar programs at the other elementary schools) there was a program called Lynwood Reads a Thousand Books, where there were 100 bags, each with 10 books in them that you could sign out and take home and when you were done reading them you could bring them back and get a new bag.  The books were mostly picture books and we went through the bags really quickly, sometimes being done with the bag in a week.  One of my favorite books was one that was in the 1000 and also one that we already owned, Where The Wild Things Are.  It was one of the four books we read most often, the others being Goodnight Moon, Love You Forever, and Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. Also, in my kindergarten class we had a mystery reader come in twice a month.  The mystery reader was normally a parent that took the day or a half day from work and came in to read a book to our class.  Some parents were better at keeping it a secret than other and so sometimes it wasn't really a mystery, but when my dad was the mystery reader he kept it a secret.  He read Where The Wild Things Are and while reading he roared like the wild things and scared my class.  This book will always be one of my favorite books from my childhood.  

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

L= Lander University

http://www.lander.edu/en/About-Us/Overview.aspx

I would want to go because...
  1. Class sizes: The student teacher ratio is 17:1 and the average class is 22 students
  2. Programs: "More that 60 areas of undergraduate study are offered..."
  3. Athletics: It is a Division II school and has a volleyball team and also offers club and intramural volleyball
  4. Students: "Enrollment is approximately 3,000 with a student body representing 29 states and 17 foreign countries."
  5. Location: "Greenwood is located in the Piedmont of western South Carolina, just 2-4 hours from the beautiful South Carolina beaches or the Blue Ridge Mountains."
I wouldn't want to go because...
  1. Student Body: "...67 percent of the student body is female and 33 percent is male."
  2. Location: It's in South Carolina, which is at least 14 hours from my house according to mapquest.
  3. Graduate programs: There's only 2

Monday, October 17, 2011

Vintage Photo






















Women Workers
http://old-photos.blogspot.com/search/label/World%20War%20II


This picture, Women Workers, is worth words to me because it really shows how much women were a part of WWII.  Also it shows how much the status of women changed from only being though of as housewives and seamstresses to working in factories manufacturing aircraft and other necessities for the war.  Women Working is a great represtentation of how WWII actually brought the U.S. together for a common cause (and helped us get out of the Great Depression).  Women Workers also shows that women were able to actually use the tools that they were working with, which was a big leap forward from sewing machines and cleaning supplies.  I love this picture because it is an action photo, where they're working with metal, which gives a cool effect.  Plus their bandanas give them a "Rosie the Riveter" look, which was the common look of the time since women were taking over most of the men's jobs that they were leaving behind because of the war.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

"It was inevitable."

The only real responsibility I'd ever had and in not even five minutes I'd messed it up.  She was gone. The six-year old girl, Marleigh, that I had been watching was no where to be found.  I still don't know why I'd agreed to watch her, cinsidering what I'd heard from other people around town about her.  Nevertheless, here I was, searching the entire house (although, compared to the rest of our little town, it was more of a mansion) for her.  I checked every room; under beds, behind couches, in closets and any small places I could think of that a six-year old could fit into. I even checked the basement, kinda, but I figured six-year olds are generally afraid of the dark and there weren't any lights that I could see.  I'd checked the entire house and there was no sight of her.  I went aorund the house a second time, trying to remember which direction she'd taken off into as soon as her dad shut the car door behind him and drove away.  It had been an hour and a half when I was working my way through the second floor for the second time, when I came across a door in the back corner of the house, that I didn't remember seeing the first time I was looking for Marleigh.  It was opened a crack and I could hear muffled voices coming from inside the room.  I approached it coutiously, considering Marleigh and I were supposed to be the only two people in the house.  As I got closer to the door, I could hear Marleigh talking, and there were at least four or five other voices that were inside the room with her, all chatting and talking.  I could clearly hear at leat two women's voices and porbably two men's voices, and a fifth voice that was had to determin.  It sounded younger, like a childs voice. 

I fung the door open to see who could possibly have gotten into the house and to the second floor, in the time that I'd been here, without me knowing.  But when I opened the door, only Marleigh was the only person in the room.  She was sitting at a little table with a group of stuffed animals sitting at the table with her, each one with an empty teacup and a plate in front of them. 

"Marleigh," I said, my voice dripping with curiosity, "who were you talking to?"

"My friends," she replied simply, taking a sip of air from her teacup.

"Where did your friends go?" I asked, glancing around the room for an alternate exit, or a hiding place.

"What do you mean?" she asked, innocence spelled clearly across her face. "They're right here." She pointed around the table at the stuffed animals, and then looked back at me.  "We were having a teaparty, right Mr. Cuddles?" she asked the stuffed frog sitting to her left.  There was also a dog, a bear, a cat, a pony, and an elephant.

"But, I heard voices," I said, still trying to figure out how in the world five people could dissapear from sight in a split second, "there were people talking to you."

"I was talking to my friends."

"I know, but where did the other people talking to you go?"

"Nowhere," she said rolling her eyes, clearly frustrated with me, "they're right here!  They stopped talking because they're shy."

"Oh, okay," I said nodding. "Well I'll just leave you guys alone so you can go back to having your tea party," I said, backing out of the room, and closing the door almost all the way and pretended to walk away down the hallway.  It didn't take long for the voices to start back up, and I peeked into the room through the crack that I'd left the door open to.  I still couldn't see anyone in the room with Marleigh, but the stuffed animals.  Marleigh was talking and asking questions and voices were resoponding, but it was hard to tell where the were coming from.  I was about to go back into the room, when all of a sudden, the stuffed frog sitting next to Marleigh moved.  He picked up his cup of air and took a sip from it.  I couldn't believe it.  I pinched my self, trying to see if I was asleep, but then the rest of the animals were moving too.  Drinking and eating the air that was on the cute little china in front of them.  I leaned forward slightly, trying to get a closer look, but the floorboard underneath me creaked, giving me away.

"Looks like we have some company," said the dog, all six of them turing to look at the door. 

"Why don't you go to sleep child," the elephant said to me, and that's when everything went black. 

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

TU Tuesday Blog

http://blog.timesunion.com/aprofessorswife/three-comments-from-the-trash-vault/1794/#more-1794

Stephanie is the author of the Times Union blog, A Proffesor's Wife.  Stephanie (none of her posts seem to have her last name anywhere) writes about her daily life.  She and her husband have moved from West Virginia then to Ohio and ended up here.  On  September 21, 2011, her post was "Three comments from the trash vault", where she proceeded to share the three worst comments that she's recieved about her blog posts.  For example, one of the comments she got was "Why exactly did the Times Union invite you to blog? Weren't there enough housewives in the Capitol Region that liked to shop already?", which isn't the nicest of comments, especially since reading some of the titiles of her posts, none of them seem to have to do with shopping.  However, I don't really think that she needed an entire post, or a post at all, to somewhat insult and make fun of the people that left those comments.  She even says, "Oddly enough, I would like to take this time to give the meanies some attention which they so desperately crave."  To me, this doesn't seem to be the best way to go about things.  Yes, I don't like when people make mean comments, especially if they're wrong -like another one of the comments she recieved- but I aslo don't think that they should be recognized for doing something that most of society -I hope- would frown upon.  In addition, giving someone recognition for anything, even if it was intended to make them look poorly to others, tends to make them feel like it's okay to go ahead and do it again, which was clearly not the point she wanted to make.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Haiku

Years of schooling to
get the job, house, family,
american dream

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

TU Tuesday

http://blackboard.neric.org/webapps/portal/frameset.jsp?tab_id=_2_1&url=%2fwebapps%2fblackboard%2fexecute%2flauncher%3ftype%3dCourse%26id%3d_2263_1%26url%3d

This article is about Amanda Knox.  Four years ago she was an exchange student in Italy when her British roomate, Meredith Kurcher, was murdured.  Knox, her boyfriend at the time, Raffaele Sollectio, and another man were arrested after Kurcher's death.  Italian officers accused the three of them for the killing "as part of a bizzare sex-game."  Knox was then tried in Italy, arrested, and held in an Italian jail for four years.  She and Sollectio were released on October 3 and Knox went back to Seattle, her hometown, since a court of appeals dropped the charge against her.  One of the judges on the jury that released Knox, Claudio Pratillo, said that the decision was made based on the evidence in the case, which was not enough to charge Knox with the crime, on the subject he said "'They could be also be responsible, but the proof isn't there.'"

Questions about the truth behind the case come from the way that she acted when she was arrested.  Knox originally said that she was in the apartment when Kurcher was murdered and that she even plugged her ears to block out the screams.  However, Knox later changed her story to say that she was at Sollecito's apartment.  Also, according to reports Knox "turned cartwheels and did splits as she waited for police questioning."  These are slightly troubling actions, that would make it reasonable for the Italian government to assume that she was guilty.  Knox, however, says that she "'tends to act a little silly' under pressure" and that the story was a fantasy she created because she she was answering questions in Italian, which she wasn't fluent in yet.  This confuses me, though, because I don't understand why she couldn't ask for a translator, so that she wouldn't have to make up a fantasy, that in the end only makes her look more guilty.

Although there is much in her actions and words that go against the belief that she is innocent, her family believed her the entire time.  According to the article, Knox's family spent a great deal of money trying to help her get free, although it doesn't specify how much it set her family back, it does discuss the fact that she could make a lot of money by telling her story.  According to the article, Knox "could get a book deal that easily reaches seven figures" plus movie rights and speaking deals that could make $50,000 each. 

I have heard of another case, similar to Knox's where an American man was arrested for the murder of his girlfriend in a Latin American country (I can't remember which one).  He also was held in jail, even though there was great evidence that he couldn't possibly have killed her.  He was held in jail and almost died on malnutrition, while his family was trying to get the government to let him go.  This article about knox reminded me of how unfair I thought it was that even though it was evident that there was no way he could have murdered his girlfriend they arrested him anyway.  Both stories of young people arrested abroad seem to me to be unfair in the sense that there was no evidence against them, but maybe that's because I'm used to the idea that you aren't supposed to hold people for a charge if you can't prove it with evidence.  This article does also leave some questions to be answered, like:

1. If Knox was actually at the apartment when Kurcher was being killed, why didn't she do anything?
2. If there really was no substancial evidence that Knox was there and killed Kurcher, should the Italian government really have them in custody?
3. Did Knox really do cartwheels and splits while waiting to be questioned? and Why?
4. Is it possible that other countries give Americans a hard time about getting out of their jails, even though there is clearly evidence that they didn't do it, simply because they don't like America?
5. Did this experience change Knox's life or out look on life in any way?

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Time is Worth Much More Than Money

      I agree with this statement because when you think about it money doesn't necessarily buy you happiness, and it also can't buy you more time.  Also, time is more important because it's time spent with people that make stronger relationships, not money spent on them.  For example children whos parents spend money on them rather than time with them generally have a better ralationship with whoever the parents hire to take care of them and the parents don't really know anything about their kids.  In addition to that, parents that spend time with their children reading and playing games and other activities that stimulate learning help the children to know things before they get to school, which also helps them in the long run.  Time is also worth more than money, because time can teach you valuable life lessons that can't be bought.  For example, time can help you get over the loss of a loved one, while spending money helps nothing at all and can actually cause more problems in the long run. 

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A Poem for Six A.M.

Glimmers of light echo across the sky
seeming to come from out of nowhere.
The birds are already chirping,
helping the parents
to wake the kids up on a Monday morning.
Households suddenly alive with the
hustle and bustle of morning routines. 

The sun peaks out from beyond
the horizon now.
Golden rays mix with red
and orange undertones as they fill the feshly lit sky.
School busses,
on the roads in abundance,
picking up and dropping off barely awake students.

Long after the first bells have rung,
yawns still circulate the room.
 The suns is bright and burning
 outside of the windows sending beams of warm light
onto unit tests, worksheets and the faces of still awaking.

 Two more bells ring,
and the student body is now mostly awake.
Announcements attempt to alert them of
upcoming places to be and events they missed.
Teachers threaten and yell,
turning the volume up so that the handful
of students listening can hear.

Another two rings and
the teachers have "had it up to here"
with the noise,
but it'll be another thirty-five minutes
--and a ring of the bell--
until finally,
 they're released into the halls again.

For twenty-eight minutes the teacher
tries to keep the attention of
her class,
who's eyes linger on the clock hands
 watching them tick-tock 
in anticipation of three little words;
"You can go."

Stomachs full from lunch,
the class is now slightly
 more willing to cooperate.
Notes and group work fill the rest of
the time, rushing through the
 homework assignment,
before another bell.
 
 Last class for the day,
and concentration levels are
barely there.
Phys. Ed. classes escape
onto the track, tennis courts and fields
where the sun is blazing overhead.
 
Twenty-five minutes to go
and the classes inside
are persistently watching
the clock couting down with it: 
five, four, three, two, one, 
freedom!
 
Strolling around the nearly empty school,
 long after the busses have left,
the sports teams prepare for practice
or games.
Setting up before the other team arrives,
socializing and warming up.
 
The game starts with a
tweet from the referee.
Back and forth, the points go,
like the volleyball.
 
Back and forth, back and forth,
with a tweet from the ref
to end the game.
Homework time, for some
while the varsity team finally gets their turn
to play.
 
Working lines and eating food,
the junior varsity and freshmen teams
watch varsity.
Attempting homework and
studying while 
socializing.
 
Finishing any work is a
lost cause
as the varsity game heats up.
Long rallies and loud parents
distract from the packets, problems, and practice
that was assigned earlier in the day.
 
Two wins and two losses
and a referee making bad calls
makes for a stressful fifth game.
Point by point
the game drags by.
When the final point is scored,
the J.V. team tears the net down
and cleans out the bleachers so they can get home.
 
It's pitch black outside by the time
the cars exit the parking lot and the
visiting team's bus pulls away.
A shower and some leftovers from dinner
proceed a rush to finish homework.
 
The street is quiet and
porch lights are starting to be flicked off.
Homework still isn't finished though,
so, another hour is spent fighting
to stay awake.
 
All of the lights in the house are out
except for one.
The lab has to be finished for tomorrow
and there's still five math problems to do,
plus a global test to study for.
 
The moon is out and it illuminates
the textbook through the window
and the sleeping face on top of it.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Creative Writing Promts

# 296- List 7 reasons to turn down a marriage proposal

  1. You are already engaged or married to someone else
  2. You don't want to get married
  3. You have no idea what they just asked you because you don't speak the same language
  4. You are a spy, and by saying yes you might compromise your mission and get them killed
  5. You don't know the person asking you to marry them
  6. You just met the person asking you 15 minutes ago on the subway
  7. The person asking you is a convicted murderer

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Web Gallery of Art

     I went to elementary school at Lynnwood and every year the fourth grade classes did a variety of special days that had to do with the curriculum.  One of these special days, was actually a week in October where the fourth grade built a time period accurate, very small, longhouse and village in an open area on the side of the school.  The week began with an opening ceremomny, after which we started building the village in shifts, with lots of help from the parents and teachers.  We spent the next few days finishing the building and learning as much as we could about the Iroquois Indians, who were the native group to our part of New York. We also got a clan mother-the oldest girl in each class, a chief (a boy chosen by the girls in each class) and we were put into clans at random.  On Thursday, The rest of the school came out ot see what we had accomplished.  Each clan took turns giving tours and being the experts at each section of the village.  On Friday morning we had a closing ceremony, where we all sat around the fire the teachers had started in the fire pit (it was a cold week) and waited for futher instruction, when four teachers came out of the woods and declared themselves the British and that they were willing to trade their technology for "our" land, but if we didn't trade, they would fight us for it.  Then we got time to think it over and make a decision.  We decided we would take their things and and then fight them (we were smart fourth graders).  Then once we'd had our fun, we had to take down the village and so ended our "Longhouse Week".
 
 
 
CATLIN, GeorgeThe Last Race, Mandan O-Kee-Pa Ceremony
1832
Oil on canvas mounted on aluminium, 59 x 71 cm
National Museum of American Art, Washington
 

Monday, September 19, 2011

Your destiny lies before you, choose wisely. (123)

When I get fortunes, I generally glance at them quickly, but really just try to pronounce the Chinese that’s on the back instead, since most of the time the fortunes aren’t good, or don’t apply to me anyway.  This fortune is hard to write about since I am not sure that I really believe in destiny.  Sure, there are coincidences, in fact they happen all the time, but destiny is a tricky topic.  Destiny is, by definition, “the predetermined, usually inevitable or irresistible, course of events”.    By that definition, your destiny is already planned out, and the universe, or other outside power, already knows which one you’re going to choose, so how can you “choose wisely” if, really, there’s nothing to choose from?

Sunday, September 18, 2011

K. K. What begins with K?

Kid's shows are what I sometimes like to watch, especially when I stay home sick from school, since they are really the only thing on tv at that time of day.  Krabby patties are what Spongebob Squarepants makes at the Krusty Krab everyday at work.  Krabs is the last name of Spongebob's boss, which is ironic because he is a crab (but that is the same for almost every character in the show).  Keeping biology in mind, I sometimes wonder why Mr. Krab's daughter is a whale named Pearl, but then I realize that you never know who Pearl's mom is, so her mom could also be a whale or Pearl could be adopted.  Key characters in the show, other than those mentioned above, are Patrick Star, Spongebob's bestfriend, Squidward Tentacles, Spongebob's neighbor, and Sandy Cheeks, another of Spongebob's friends. Karate is something that Spongebob likes to do with his freind Sandy, although sometimes it gets him in trouble because he was chopping everthing in sight! Killing the health inspector, is what happened in one of my favorite episodes, when Spongebob and Mr. Krabs make a gross Krabby Patty and give it to the inspector who chokes on a fly and passes out, but in the end is fine and passes the Krusty Krab for it's inspection.  Keeping out of trouble like that is hard for Spongebob, but that's what makes the show entertaining and fun to watch!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Where Hope Breaks Between














In the dilapidated barn,
near disregarded piles of hay bales,
lands a fly,
and splinters of light
where hope breaks between.

In the church
with the stained glass
the priest baptizes the newborn
with holy water
and splinters of light,
where hope breaks between.

At the bottom of
a rubble pile,
that was seconds before a building,
a picture of a family
and splinters of light
where hope breaks between.

In the soup kitchen in the corner,
a man sits alone.
On his bread,
he spreads butter,
and splinters of light
where hope breaks between.

From the desk
of a student on the
first day.
Excitement in the air,
and splinters of light
where hope breaks between.

To the stands during
a high school football game.
Joyful shouts and cheers
and splinters of light
where hope breaks between.

In a cemetary, where loved ones
have been laid to rest,
fall leaves, rain, snow, tears,
and splinters of light
where hope breaks between.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

10 Things You Didn't Know About Blayne

  1. I have a sister in eighth grade named Brynn
  2. I play clarinet and sing
  3. I'm a middle hitter in volleyball
  4. I want to become an elementary teacher
  5. My family has a camp on Kayuta Lake, which is north of Utica
  6. I love listening to music and almost always have my iPod with me
  7. I love to read, but never have enough time during the school year
  8. A lot of my dad's relatives live in Bermuda
  9. I have a black and white cat named Boots
  10. We live in the house that my mom grew up in

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Summer Reading

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes- Arthur C. Doyle
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes- Arthur C. Doyle
A Little Friendly Advice- Siobhan Vivian
Fixing Delilah- Sarah Ockler
What Happened to Goodbye- Sarah Dessen