Map of Hero's Journey
Hero's Journey Art Print 1This piece of art represents my “test, allies, and enemies” portion of my heroic journey. This represents the allies and true friends I made on the football team during this time. It simultaneously shows the bonds that were formed with the coaches that helped me. This is a basic representation of how those people that helped me along the way. This has helped my motivations and views on reality by showing that not all people only focus on themselves. They help everyone to become the best person they can truly be. This motivated me to try my hardest in becoming stronger and all around better at football; so when the next group of kids came to play football, I would be able to help them.
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Hero's Journey Art Print 2Before you say that my “call to adventure” is a figurative phone calling me to adventure, but that is actually how he got me to come and start football. This represents the moment when everything in my life changed for the better. It was when my friend Jeremy called me and told me to come to football with him the next morning. At first I thought he was crazy for asking me, but after I thought about it I decided to call him back and take him up on his offer. This changed my personal goals for ways to attain friends in high school. That was a big worry for me, so I thought that being on the football team would help me make friends and be popular, and I was right! It also changed my motivations because I knew I needed to work hard in order to make the team, so I tried my hardest to become bigger and stronger as a football player.
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Overall Reflection (quarter 1)
The readings of this quarter were very weird to me at first, but after I started to understand them I started to relate them to my own life. One was from an improv passage from Tina Fey where it said, “Always say yes!” This passage made me realize that in my life I often say no to things that could potentially be fun, but I refused to go because I thought I was going to make a fool of myself. Another was from Dante’s Inferno which taught me that if you love or want something, you are going to have to put everything you got into getting or reaching your goal. The last thing I learned was from Siddhartha. He taught me that the only way to find yourself, is by yourself. That other people can’t teach you what to do to attain inner peace. After reading about these ideas, I can say positively that I am better for reading about them and their ambitions.
Environmental Spectrum Hyperlink Poem
We were all created at once
But are we better? Better than the things around us? We were connected But now we are separated And nature pays the price The first ones here did it best A buffalo would fall to the arrow Every crevice Every bone Every hair Went to the life of the first ones here They never took more than what was required For the survival of the buffalo was the survival of the Plain Indian The importance of relationships, systems, and individuals knowledgeable, respectful, and restrained guide human behavior one ought not to treat with disrespect theory of value diversity, stability, integrity, harmony The world needs protection Ecofeminism believes that society oppresses women and natural world caused by male centeredness theory of power relations, and political action social change at the level of human relationship valuing more of the female and what is feminine differences between the genders and species should be honored equally As we question whether We should morally help Or have to find the need For support between us, And the ecosystem, Talos and holistic integrity Should be considered And change the Human-dominated hierarchy |
Preservation of nature,
Preservation of ourselves, These things will ensure our past and future. If not, our future will be doomed. The wilderness is a place of Wonder, awe, and beauty. It provides a therapeutic value of Escape, solitude, and renewal. Nature has the presence of Overwhelming power, magnitude, and antiquity. This also comes with the reality that Not all of nature possesses the Same amount of sacred beauty. An intense desire for a better relation between human and earth. A dire hope for a social change in everyone. Instrumentalism, Conservationism, Preservationism. These are the causes of the ecological crisis today. Question all the dominant ideologies of the environment, And create a change in you. Create a greater change in the world, To create a better tomorrow for us all. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJZOuRA0s78 |
Hyperlink Reflection
My ideas have stayed the same. I believe that the environment is important and should be protected. However, I also believe that human needs should be met first before anything else.
Spoken Word Poem - "Little Brother..."
Little brother…
The one that I’ve watched grow up from a mere tot, a child, a baby. An unstained canvas clear of any smudges or impurities. A ball of clay simply sitting there, patiently waiting, anticipating, yearning for that first mold to shape your understanding of this crazy world we call life. Little brother… You look to me, confusion filling your eyes more than your pupil ever could. Question after question, problem after problem, with each uncertainty you have, forms a new interrogation with me. Expecting me to know everything, to be able to be your knight in shining armor coming to your rescue from the monster of the unknown. Nevertheless, with each “but why” you ask, simply digs the hole deeper into an endless abyss of curiosity. Making me wonder myself what the world has in store for me. Little brother… You need my help? You know the answer. Of course it's a yes, I want to help with whatever you need. No I’m not nervous. I’m just praying to God that whatever you need I can help. That my knees won’t shake and my tears don’t get away from my ironclad grip… |
Little brother…
Who pushes me away gradually year by year, month by month, fearing the moment it turns to day by day. Are you aware the shape I’m in? My hands, they shake. My head, it spins. Spinning because the confusion constantly makes me dizzy. You may not seek advice from my endless troves of guidance, but I will always be here, waiting… Waiting like the crumpled up tie sitting in the back of your closet, simply waiting… Waiting for the day that you will finally need me once again. Little brother… Who is not so little anymore. I don’t recognize the person you are turning into. Demon to some, angel to others. I worry you are turning into me more and more each day… Then I noticed it... this whole time, I was merely staring into a mirror. Realizing it won’t be too long before I’m gone, when I have disappeared into the darkness… Forever. Everyone sees who I appear to be, but only a few know the real me. You can only see what I choose to show, there’s so much behind this smile… You don’t even know. |
SWP Reflection
- This poem was inspired by my brother and how I helped shape who he is today.
- I mainly struggled with finding words that sounded good together and that flowed well.
- It changed because I noticed that it started to sound just like me, so I ran with it.
- I would change the amount of vagueness there is in some of the lines.
Overall Reflection (quarter 2)
I think the best work I did was my spoken word poem, "Little Brother...", because I feel like I used my whole being to create that poem. I used everything I know and everything I need to create that poem. To complete my work I did a majority of the work in class, then finished it at home because I felt it could have been better so I needed more time to finish. I choose the book because it had "The Gates of Hell" from Dante's Inferno in it, so I thought it would be a very cool thing to work with. I have a couple pages I have plans for if we continue working in the book... or possibly alone just to know I could do it. My biggest struggle was definitely the environmental spectrum portion of the quarter. I overcame them by doing some deep research on all the topics. I would have used my Gates of Hell earlier, or moved my fire poem so I could have used the Gates of Hell in a double page spread. I was taught how to create a deep poem about myself, and improved my poem creation skills exponentially. I hope people read my "Little Brother..." poem and start to think about their younger sibling, themselves, and their own actions. I hope to continually be able to create deep poems that make you rethink the true meaning behind the story, or just make a story that makes you think about it. One that stays on your mind all day just stuck wondering what the true meaning of the poem was.
Flash Fiction
Memories
Carter Clift
“My dad wasn’t always the greatest guy in the world, but to me he was my hero. A man that was there when I fell off my bike onto the cold hard street. Patching me up when my leg was scraped and my screams of pain was all you could hear. He truly shaped me into the man I am today, and there’s no way I can repay him or show him the gratitude that he deserves. I remember as kid when my family always took a road trip down to St. George to watch boys play baseball and enjoy the warm crisp air away from the city. The small rental vehicle reeking of the scent of Diet Coke and stale Cheetos throughout the car. I swore there was always a dark stain somewhere in every car we drove. This time it resided on the roof, staring back at me as I stared at it. My dad and I always telling funny stories, cracking Chuck Norris jokes the whole way down; or until I fell asleep, whichever happened first. The car ride was a concoction of endless hours and gut busting laughter, and it was always a fun time for me. Whether it was busting jokes in the car or scraping my knee, he could always bring a smile to my face no matter the situation. I wish he was here now to bring a smile to my face.” Once I finished, I returned to my seat in the sea of people dressed in black. My mother crying uncontrollably, me trying to comfort her and contain her in her seat. Streams of water began to run down my face while I sat there staring into space. I can’t believe he’s really gone. Everything rushing by in a blur of memories.
Carter Clift
“My dad wasn’t always the greatest guy in the world, but to me he was my hero. A man that was there when I fell off my bike onto the cold hard street. Patching me up when my leg was scraped and my screams of pain was all you could hear. He truly shaped me into the man I am today, and there’s no way I can repay him or show him the gratitude that he deserves. I remember as kid when my family always took a road trip down to St. George to watch boys play baseball and enjoy the warm crisp air away from the city. The small rental vehicle reeking of the scent of Diet Coke and stale Cheetos throughout the car. I swore there was always a dark stain somewhere in every car we drove. This time it resided on the roof, staring back at me as I stared at it. My dad and I always telling funny stories, cracking Chuck Norris jokes the whole way down; or until I fell asleep, whichever happened first. The car ride was a concoction of endless hours and gut busting laughter, and it was always a fun time for me. Whether it was busting jokes in the car or scraping my knee, he could always bring a smile to my face no matter the situation. I wish he was here now to bring a smile to my face.” Once I finished, I returned to my seat in the sea of people dressed in black. My mother crying uncontrollably, me trying to comfort her and contain her in her seat. Streams of water began to run down my face while I sat there staring into space. I can’t believe he’s really gone. Everything rushing by in a blur of memories.
Flash Fiction Reflection
I believe my strengths in my story is when my character goes back to sit down because he mentions that “he returns to a sea of people dressed in black” which is saying he’s at a funeral; and not just any old funeral, it’s his father’s funeral. I could improve the story my character is telling. The idea of the character telling a heart warming story, but led to his dad’s funeral came fairly easily to me. I struggled with the containing the story to 300 words, and I overcame this by simply sitting down and doing it. I learned that you don’t need to write pages or chapters to make a good story. I would change the word limit to a little higher, like 400-500 words