Sunday, April 24, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Voki Reflection
Voki Reflection
1. Could you use Voki before starting this assignment? yes
2. Would you be able to use Voki independently in another assignment? yes
3. Do you understand how Voki can be used to show your learning in any subject? yes
4. Did you use the social networking feature of Voki ethically and responsibly? Yes
5. When you didn't know how to work something on Voki (e.g. getting an account, logging in, adding text, adding special effects ect.) were you able to work through your problem(s) on your own?
yes
6. After completing the "I Love to Read" assignment, did you find any books featured on your classmates' vokis that you might be interested in reading? yes
1. Could you use Voki before starting this assignment? yes
2. Would you be able to use Voki independently in another assignment? yes
3. Do you understand how Voki can be used to show your learning in any subject? yes
4. Did you use the social networking feature of Voki ethically and responsibly? Yes
5. When you didn't know how to work something on Voki (e.g. getting an account, logging in, adding text, adding special effects ect.) were you able to work through your problem(s) on your own?
yes
6. After completing the "I Love to Read" assignment, did you find any books featured on your classmates' vokis that you might be interested in reading? yes
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
PQP
Praise: I really liked how you wrote the entire book like it was something like a news article and you put yourself into the story, in a way. I really like how you did this because you made the fictional book seem like it was real because you wrote it like you were a “stalker” and writing about Max-Ernest and Cass’s adventures as an innocent bystander or someone like that. Another reason, well kind-of the same reason, I loved this book is because you would also “include” yourself in the story by “putting” yourself in the story which made the book seem like it was real instead of something that you made up. Another thing that I like from your book was that it had little foot-notes at the end of certain pages to keep the reader up to date with events in case they forgot. This helped me during the reading a lot because I would sometimes get lost and those note would help me remember.
Question: Something that I questioned was why you made the Midnight Sun, people study alchemy. I was puzzled by this because it sort-of toke away from the fact that the book could have been a true story because alchemy is sort of like REAL magic. Not the types that people do to earn your money on the side of the street; I mean legitimate magic like Harry Potter. I question this decision as I was reading the book and every time it started talking about alchemy it would lose the sense that the book was real and could actually happen.
Polish: The only things that I would change are the random moments of humour in a dramatic section of the book. Those random moments would ruin the suspense. So the only change would to be to save the humour for the sections that don’t have suspense or any other mood because it ruins the moment. Another reason why I would change that is because not only did it ruin the moment it also distracted me from what the main idea of the section was talking about.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Reason I chose this as my Proud Piecce
I was proud of this piece becuase I got a really good mark on it. And since I'm absolutly terrible at ELA I was really proud of what I got.
My Proud Piece-Short Story
The Geek and the Drug Dealer
My name is Paul Potter, a rich spoiled geek who only has two friends, Jason and Connor. My parents are hardly ever home because they’re on tour with the band, so they hire a nanny and she takes care of me. You might think that any teenager with a $100 allowance each week must be happy, but you’re wrong! The only thing that I want is to be accepted into the popular group.
September 9
“The worst school in the world!” exclaimed Jason as we approached a castle like structure.
“It’s not the worst” I countered. “There’s only a shooting every other night, no big deal” continued Connor. We all burst out in laughter as we walked through the double doors of Larson High School. The front foyer is completely packed with students greeting each other after two months apart. We suddenly quiet down, trying to avoid being noticed and pass through the foyer without incident. However, as I am approaching my first class I’m talked from behind. My body is splayed on the cold hard floor and I already know who tackled me. It was none other than Lucas.
“Why does he only pick on me?” I shout
“He’s a bully, what do you expect” Jason retorted. Lunch had just ended and this was my only time to speak with them.
“I’ll to listen to your rant later” said Connor and Jason as they entered their classroom. A cold air washes across my body, without them I feel exposed. As II continue the terrifying journey to my classroom without my friends, I run into a brick wall. For the second time today I was lying on the ground in pain. Turns out that the brick wall I ran into...was none other than Lucas,
“S…o..rr..y Lucas” I stutter “pl..eas..e don…’t b…ea..t m..e u..p”
“Its okay” he replied matter-of-factly.
This took me by surprise, even more than running into him did. “Do you want to join our group?” he asked getting straight to the point. “Tell me your answer after school.”
Lucas left me lying on the floor just as the bell rang.
For the rest of the afternoon the question occupied my mind. The choice was extraordinarily hard. Joining the popular was a once in a life time opportunity, for me. But Jason and Connor had been my best and only friends since elementary school. The moment finally came, I made up my mind, avoid Lucas until I had my answer. A bell signals the end of the school day. As I’m exiting the double doors Lucas cuts me off.
“What is your answer?” he questions
“Ummm….” I say thinking really hard; it was the moment of truth. A few seconds pass as I ponder the question, finally I answer “I’ll join you”.
“Good” as he strolls out of the school.
Just as I’m leaving the school Jason and Connor confront me.
“Dude, what was that about?”
They continue the same question as I’m striding across the field. I take a look around and as I suspected Lucas is looking at me. He gives a look and I know what it means, get rid of them. Hesitating for only a second, I turn around and punch Connor straight in the face and bolt across the streets of New York City. In my mind I can see Lucas approving my actions.
October 9
After joining the populars, life at school has been great! No one bugs me, I’m the first in the cafeteria and the list goes on forever.
The text on my phone said to meet them in the southern-most forest behind the school. Orange, brown and yellow leaves crunch beneath my feet as I’m approaching my destination. Once I arrive the sight before me terrifies me. All of them are smoking a cigarette or injecting themselves with what I think is heroin.
“Hey, Paul” Lucas greets,
“What’s going on?” I cry.
“Relax, have a syringe or… whatever” he replies.
Immediately John walks up to me and hands me a syringe. I grudgingly take it. Drugs are wrong, I’ve got that beaten into my brain by teachers and my parents, but I want to fit in. I role up my sleeve and insert the slowly insert the syringe where Lucas tells me to and push down the plunger. Only moments after the drug had been inserted the effect came. I feel like I just won the lottery, or scored 100% on a test, I’m flying in the sky, I own the world.
“Where can I get more?” I cry out.
“My brother has loads of this stuff he’ll supply you if you got the cash.” Lucas replied
“How much is one?” I question getting even more excited.
“$110 a syringe” he replies again.
“What!” I shout, but Ryan cuts me off.
“Your rich, money’s no object to you” and he was right, I am rich! Those last words lodged inside my mind like parasites, I could never forget them.
March 23
Everything I once knew has changed my appearance, my parent’s attitude towards me and my grades. My face has gotten substantially paler and now resembles the people in the anti drug commercials. Students, teachers… everybody knows I’m doing drugs but they don’t do anything; I want to keep it that way. I don’t want police officers barging into my house looking for my heroin, which would suck!!! My nanny and parents also know that I’m doing drugs so they cut my allowance to $50 a week, but I don’t care. Because of my family’s immense wealth I just take my parents jewelry, they won’t notice; they have so much of it anyways. $200, that’s what I can make from one of their stupid rings or necklaces. So my heroin supply will never run dry. But since I’m always too occupied buying and injecting myself with heroin my grades have plunged. They’ve gone from a nerdy A+ to an “awesome” C-. Summer school is necessary unless I can get straight A’s in every subject, which isn’t going to happen.
May 19
Texts from Lucas always say something about drugs, so I don’t bother reading it and go directly to the southern most forest. Upon arrival, I notice that everyone is in high spirits. There’s an empty seat beside Ryan so I take it and begin to question him.
“Why is everyone so happy?” I ask.
“Didn’t you get the text, it said that there is cheap heroin” he replies, eyeing me like I was crazy.
“How much is it?” I continue, getting more and more excited as the seconds pass.
“I don’t know, Lucas is going to tells us right now” he answers back, already bored of the conversation. At that exact moment Lucas stands up and begins to talk.
“The price of the heroin is $50” Lucas announces getting straight to the point like usual.
“When is it?” we all scream.
“Tonight, but I don’t think anyone should go” he replied. He notices that all of us are wearing a confused expression.
“Okay, firstly, it’s tonight but you shouldn’t go because it’s on the bad side of town, and it’s at night” he concluded.
“But if any one still wants to go, its between Home Depot and HSBC bank on Rochester Street” he finally said. I could tell that no one wanted to go any more, except me.
May 19 (later that day)
I sneak $200 into my back and tell my nanny that I’m going to Lucas’s to work on a project. She doesn’t suspect a thing; I’m home free. I grab my bike and furiously pedal towards my destination. 8 PM, I finally arrive there, the alley between Home Depot and HSBC bank. I lean my bike on a garbage can and begin the terrifying journey down to alleyway. My hands are slick with sweat; the only thing that keeps me going is the thought of the heroin. Out of nowhere 2 figures appear right in front of me. They are both clad in large black overcoats and a baseball cap hiding their faces. I reach into the deep depths of my pocket and pull out the $200.
“Four syringes” I say with as much bravado as I can muster. One of the men greedily takes the money while the other reaches into his pocket and pulls something out. It’s a gun! There’s a flash of light and a loud crack. The next thing I know I’m lying on the cold concrete in a pool of expanding blood. People crowding around me and the screeching of police sirens, the last image of the world before me. I faint.
May 19 (later that night)
I regain consciousness on a bed in a hospital. Several bandages rap around my gut. A large patch of red can be clearly seen through them. Whenever I move my body a huge wave of pain rushes across me so I remain as still as possible. Further observations of my room tells me that I must be in critical condition based on all the high tech looking machines around me. Suddenly, out of the blue I’m hit with a tsunami of pain. Another siren sounds and a mass of doctors rush into my room as the world blurs and turns pitch black........
My name is Paul Potter, a rich spoiled geek who only has two friends, Jason and Connor. My parents are hardly ever home because they’re on tour with the band, so they hire a nanny and she takes care of me. You might think that any teenager with a $100 allowance each week must be happy, but you’re wrong! The only thing that I want is to be accepted into the popular group.
September 9
“The worst school in the world!” exclaimed Jason as we approached a castle like structure.
“It’s not the worst” I countered. “There’s only a shooting every other night, no big deal” continued Connor. We all burst out in laughter as we walked through the double doors of Larson High School. The front foyer is completely packed with students greeting each other after two months apart. We suddenly quiet down, trying to avoid being noticed and pass through the foyer without incident. However, as I am approaching my first class I’m talked from behind. My body is splayed on the cold hard floor and I already know who tackled me. It was none other than Lucas.
“Why does he only pick on me?” I shout
“He’s a bully, what do you expect” Jason retorted. Lunch had just ended and this was my only time to speak with them.
“I’ll to listen to your rant later” said Connor and Jason as they entered their classroom. A cold air washes across my body, without them I feel exposed. As II continue the terrifying journey to my classroom without my friends, I run into a brick wall. For the second time today I was lying on the ground in pain. Turns out that the brick wall I ran into...was none other than Lucas,
“S…o..rr..y Lucas” I stutter “pl..eas..e don…’t b…ea..t m..e u..p”
“Its okay” he replied matter-of-factly.
This took me by surprise, even more than running into him did. “Do you want to join our group?” he asked getting straight to the point. “Tell me your answer after school.”
Lucas left me lying on the floor just as the bell rang.
For the rest of the afternoon the question occupied my mind. The choice was extraordinarily hard. Joining the popular was a once in a life time opportunity, for me. But Jason and Connor had been my best and only friends since elementary school. The moment finally came, I made up my mind, avoid Lucas until I had my answer. A bell signals the end of the school day. As I’m exiting the double doors Lucas cuts me off.
“What is your answer?” he questions
“Ummm….” I say thinking really hard; it was the moment of truth. A few seconds pass as I ponder the question, finally I answer “I’ll join you”.
“Good” as he strolls out of the school.
Just as I’m leaving the school Jason and Connor confront me.
“Dude, what was that about?”
They continue the same question as I’m striding across the field. I take a look around and as I suspected Lucas is looking at me. He gives a look and I know what it means, get rid of them. Hesitating for only a second, I turn around and punch Connor straight in the face and bolt across the streets of New York City. In my mind I can see Lucas approving my actions.
October 9
After joining the populars, life at school has been great! No one bugs me, I’m the first in the cafeteria and the list goes on forever.
The text on my phone said to meet them in the southern-most forest behind the school. Orange, brown and yellow leaves crunch beneath my feet as I’m approaching my destination. Once I arrive the sight before me terrifies me. All of them are smoking a cigarette or injecting themselves with what I think is heroin.
“Hey, Paul” Lucas greets,
“What’s going on?” I cry.
“Relax, have a syringe or… whatever” he replies.
Immediately John walks up to me and hands me a syringe. I grudgingly take it. Drugs are wrong, I’ve got that beaten into my brain by teachers and my parents, but I want to fit in. I role up my sleeve and insert the slowly insert the syringe where Lucas tells me to and push down the plunger. Only moments after the drug had been inserted the effect came. I feel like I just won the lottery, or scored 100% on a test, I’m flying in the sky, I own the world.
“Where can I get more?” I cry out.
“My brother has loads of this stuff he’ll supply you if you got the cash.” Lucas replied
“How much is one?” I question getting even more excited.
“$110 a syringe” he replies again.
“What!” I shout, but Ryan cuts me off.
“Your rich, money’s no object to you” and he was right, I am rich! Those last words lodged inside my mind like parasites, I could never forget them.
March 23
Everything I once knew has changed my appearance, my parent’s attitude towards me and my grades. My face has gotten substantially paler and now resembles the people in the anti drug commercials. Students, teachers… everybody knows I’m doing drugs but they don’t do anything; I want to keep it that way. I don’t want police officers barging into my house looking for my heroin, which would suck!!! My nanny and parents also know that I’m doing drugs so they cut my allowance to $50 a week, but I don’t care. Because of my family’s immense wealth I just take my parents jewelry, they won’t notice; they have so much of it anyways. $200, that’s what I can make from one of their stupid rings or necklaces. So my heroin supply will never run dry. But since I’m always too occupied buying and injecting myself with heroin my grades have plunged. They’ve gone from a nerdy A+ to an “awesome” C-. Summer school is necessary unless I can get straight A’s in every subject, which isn’t going to happen.
May 19
Texts from Lucas always say something about drugs, so I don’t bother reading it and go directly to the southern most forest. Upon arrival, I notice that everyone is in high spirits. There’s an empty seat beside Ryan so I take it and begin to question him.
“Why is everyone so happy?” I ask.
“Didn’t you get the text, it said that there is cheap heroin” he replies, eyeing me like I was crazy.
“How much is it?” I continue, getting more and more excited as the seconds pass.
“I don’t know, Lucas is going to tells us right now” he answers back, already bored of the conversation. At that exact moment Lucas stands up and begins to talk.
“The price of the heroin is $50” Lucas announces getting straight to the point like usual.
“When is it?” we all scream.
“Tonight, but I don’t think anyone should go” he replied. He notices that all of us are wearing a confused expression.
“Okay, firstly, it’s tonight but you shouldn’t go because it’s on the bad side of town, and it’s at night” he concluded.
“But if any one still wants to go, its between Home Depot and HSBC bank on Rochester Street” he finally said. I could tell that no one wanted to go any more, except me.
May 19 (later that day)
I sneak $200 into my back and tell my nanny that I’m going to Lucas’s to work on a project. She doesn’t suspect a thing; I’m home free. I grab my bike and furiously pedal towards my destination. 8 PM, I finally arrive there, the alley between Home Depot and HSBC bank. I lean my bike on a garbage can and begin the terrifying journey down to alleyway. My hands are slick with sweat; the only thing that keeps me going is the thought of the heroin. Out of nowhere 2 figures appear right in front of me. They are both clad in large black overcoats and a baseball cap hiding their faces. I reach into the deep depths of my pocket and pull out the $200.
“Four syringes” I say with as much bravado as I can muster. One of the men greedily takes the money while the other reaches into his pocket and pulls something out. It’s a gun! There’s a flash of light and a loud crack. The next thing I know I’m lying on the cold concrete in a pool of expanding blood. People crowding around me and the screeching of police sirens, the last image of the world before me. I faint.
May 19 (later that night)
I regain consciousness on a bed in a hospital. Several bandages rap around my gut. A large patch of red can be clearly seen through them. Whenever I move my body a huge wave of pain rushes across me so I remain as still as possible. Further observations of my room tells me that I must be in critical condition based on all the high tech looking machines around me. Suddenly, out of the blue I’m hit with a tsunami of pain. Another siren sounds and a mass of doctors rush into my room as the world blurs and turns pitch black........
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