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Nikki's Dialectics: The Matrix Is and Isn't Possible

Nikki's excellently written blog post discusses reasons why the Matrix, the actual entity, the is and isn't probable. She also gets down on a very metacognitive level and hypothesizes about what about our "reality" might actually change, if anything at all, if we were living in the Matrix. Lastly, she also discusses an important theme that was mentioned in the follow-up essays on The Matrix which we read: the difference between impossibility and improbability--the only two words which we can use to make claims about something with an existence that we question and that has potential to live inside and outside of our minds.

Nikki,
I would first like to compliment you on how well you encapsulated what we did in class and secondly on how well you articulated some of the things we couldn't quite make the reach as a class to propose. Well done!

In response to the way in which you thought about the Matrix outside of our class discussion, especially when contemplating the possibility and probability of its existence, I completely agree. Since viewing the movie, I have thought about the implications which such an entity would have both on the world around me and myself. Your thoughts about how it would affect memory are a good summation of how it would impact our existence:--it wouldn't really because that's all we ever really would have known.

There was one sentence from your blog that really struck me and really got to the root of how vulnerable we really are and how the Matrix is designed to capitalize on those weaknesses. Here it is:
"We all put so much trust into our memories and experiences, fully believing in everything, that it would be almost impossible for us to turn around and realize that no, it wasn't real." Yes. That's exactly right! It's correct in the sense that it rationalizes the existence of such a thing we know as the Matrix, playing off of our paranoia after seeing the movie, but it is also a really good lesson for us. It's important for us to confide in our memory because I feel that it often keeps me sane in times of distress, but we also need to know when to step back into the present and open our mind to what's around us (be careful!) so as not to become so ingrained in our patterns--what the Matrix thrives off of.
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David's Metacognition: The Jane Eyre Mashup

In this blog, David thinks back on his group's mashup, hence "metacognition." More importantly, he recognized the dynamics of the group's thinking and didn't hesitate to note the group's shortcomings. Having been in many groups, I know how easy it is to want to blame the other members of the group for something that didn't turn about as well as you might have hoped or for something that didn't go according to planned. What was extremely mature, and sincere, might I add, was that David was able to examine his own struggles with this project and look at how it affected his group rather than bashing his group. Like I said, very mature.

David,

A you may get the sense from the introduction above, I am very impressed with you. However, I do think that it's is important for you to cut yourself a little bit of slack. While reading, I felt you react very strongly to your own ability to get a bit distracted while doing this assignment. I wouldn't get too worried or concerned about it if I were you because I think we all had similar issues. Also, the fact that this deceptively difficult assignment is trying to converge, like you said, 50+ often diverging elements doesn't make it any easier!

Another important topic which you mentioned was the plateauing of your and your group members' work ethic. Again, I think everybody experienced that to varying degrees throughout the course of this project. However, when I wanted to call it quits on this project at certain points, I came to find that an answer to the problem with the mashup, or my thinking, that I was trying to solve was often just around the corner, much to my surprise. My only advice is hang in there! because I think that you would have been surprised by what you might have found, too.

I am glad that this assignment gave you an opportunity to delve into the dynamics of your thinking and truly analyze how it works. I think the lessons you have learned will serve you very well in almost anything you have to work hard for in the future and I wish you all the very best.

Nice job, David.

Dialectics: The Matrix--Control and Submission

When I think about The Matrix and the following discussion in class, all I can think about is how turned around I felt and feel when I try and contemplate what it's trying to tell me. I hate it because I know that's exactly what it is trying to make me feel. So it's controlling me, even though thinking about the Matrix itself and acknowledging parallels to my life should be liberating, right? In other words, I think why I get so lost is because this movie thrives and can only exist on paradoxes/theses and antitheses/dialectics.

Here's the claim for you: escaping the Matrix's control, which was the equivalent of achieving freedom and autonomy, was only possible if he allowed himself to be controlled by figures and laws of the non-Matrix world. Essentially, I am stating that in order to escape the control of one captor, whether it be person or thing, we must submit ourselves to the control of another, so we are never truly free or autonomous--even if the captor which we choose to submit ourself to is much better than the initial captor.

One classic example of this is the "red or blue pill" decision. I believe that this is one of the only points in the movie when Neo has freedom and isn't subjected to anyone's authority. Due to human curiosity, he made the only decision that could be made. And, as a result, I believe that he still had the illusion of freedom when he worked under Morpheus, but was still controlled by the rules that Morpheus put in place for him, the general boundaries that the non-Matrix world posed for those living in it, and (to some extent) the prophecy that the oracle made for him. Looking at the facts, I determined, and I could very well be wrong in this, that the only way to free oneself and experience autonomy--or rather live in the space between two controlling worlds--was to do what Cypher did and determine his own fate. By no means is this the right call, but all I'm saying is that he recognized that after he left the Matrix, he was being controlled by another world. So, he basically took the red and blue pill--allowing him to see how far down the rabbit hole went while also being able to enjoy the illusion of a juicy Porterhouse.

I know--confusing, right?

Another example of this is what the Oracle has to offer. Despite Neo verbalizing how much he dislikes the idea of fate, he still ends up going to visit it's human embodiment (thanks to Morpheus). Before, Neo had allowed himself to be controlled by ignorance and, according to the oracle, believing incorrectly that he could be "the one" with out any validation for that claim. By visiting the oracle, he submits himself yet again to the control of an opposite world; he knowingly submitted himself to the control of the oracle, a world where he thought he would be entirely informed on his status as "the one." The funny part is that in this case, besides needing to hear what he did hear from the oracle, he was almost entirely free despite the illusion of control. Dialectics, everyone...

Translating this to pre-2199 times, the world in which we live today, we need to keep in mind what we buy into and how that compares or contorts to what we choose to submit ourselves to in the future. We need to ask ourselves: is this liberating or are there unforeseen boundaries that will confine me and even cap my right to govern myself? The line between the control of two opposing worlds is so fine in the Matrix, so I suppose it is the same way in our world, that it is nearly nonexistent. The Matrix is all about experiencing two worlds and using that experience to create a space for oneself on that incredibly fine line we know as freedom. There's more space than we realize, so we better start experiencing.

Metacognition: The Jane Eyre Mashup

In all honesty, this was a step out of bounds for me. I think that's why I enjoyed doing this project, and all of the work that went into it, so much. I think that this project, actually, was just what I needed to renew my focus and get me thinking creatively--something I'm not incredibly good at usually.

Right off the bat, I can tell that I have started to learn from my mistakes that I have made in English as well as other classes this year. For example, I reviewed example mashups from students last year one day and allowed the concepts, aestheticism and methods of delivery of those projects to sink in for a day. I think, like the reporter for the New Yorker, reviewing exemplary works permitted me to get in the mood of working on this mashup. I felt more ready to begin this project than I ever had.

By no means was the entire process as simple or painless as that first step, but I eventually came to the conclusion that in taking that first step, (Kali and) I made the project a lot simpler and much less painful than it otherwise would have been.

This was all during the time when I thought: 1) I was a solo act and 2) Believed I was working on one theme while I ended up working on another entirely different theme when I conferred with my new partner. Having what I felt like was a solid background and feeling like I was "ahead of the curve" on this assignment, however, made me much more flexible when these big, sudden changes occurred.

As we really started to venture into the thick of things, so to say, I found that it was quite difficult. I also thought to myself throughout the project, especially while searching for evidence from Jane Eyre and other works which we have reviewed in English this year, that just because there was an additional person with whom I was collaborating didn't necessarily mean that there was more evidence to be found. Despite how whiny that sounds, I am glad, in retrospect, that I had to find more of these kinds of elements. I say so because I think it pushed me to delve further into Jane Eyre itself. More importantly, though, I strongly believe that doing so got me to take a fresh look at old work and material and allowed me to connect it back to Charlotte Bronte's work, thus allowing me to understand her work better and perceive the connections it has with what's going on today with greater depth.

Lastly, the composition of the project was an important aspect of the deeper understanding which the mashup was supposed to facilitate. I have always known that work that I can do which involves more of a stream-of-consciousness style is my best work. I'm not sure how Kali felt, but I was really excited by how the text and media depicted how I thought about the book and how it's organization opened the door for the readers and even me, a collaborator in the project's formation, to weave moments and ideas in the book together. While it's difficult to articulate, what matter is that it happens.

If I had the opportunity to change something, it would most likely be figuring out what theme we were going to work with sooner. Despite our resilience and ability to start working on our new project right away, I think time spent on the initial topic could have been used valuably toward our final composition and given us less of a panic/need to scramble as the deadline approached.

Kali--
I really don't think I could have asked for a bettter partner for this project. It really helped having someone to bounce ideas off of and have different perspective. Your creativity was amazing to watch in action. More importantly, your work ethic throughout this entire project was amazing:--as someone who has worked with others who don't work with nearly the same quality or care, I was extremely impressed and lucky to collaborate with you. Thank you.

Metacognition: Short Story Process

Whenever we decide to commence an intellectual journey--trying to achieve something that so many before us have done so well--besides a sense of challenge and a little bit of excitement, we--or I for certain--have a tendency to feel slightly overwhelmed. Embarking on the adventure of writing my short story, or the preliminary drafts of it at least, was no different.

In a previous blog, I imagined what if I could tell a story well?  I was unaware that the opportunity for me to make an attempt would reveal itself so soon. With that being said, when we first got this assignment, I was really excited that I would be able to write in an expressive fashion and really hone my ability to tell a story that might actually interest people.

I never imagined myself as being so bad at it.

I say that with a smile on my face because even though I'm still trying to get the hang of it, I do really love this kind of expression, even when I'm reading it and especially while I'm writing it. I deeply believe that it opens up doors in our mind and allows us to explore a part of ourselves that is seldom explored and share it with others in a riveting and resonating way.

The subject of resonance brings me to improvements that could have been made during or considered before the writing process. I connect this to resonance because initially, I used an image that resonated with me and tried to construct a story around it. I was mistaken and realized such when I couldn't even figure out what the middle--nevertheless the end--of my story would be. What I needed to do, and what I am currently attempting to do, is build images and description around a series of events, otherwise known as a story, that resonates with me for much more time than just an image. While attempting the latter method of writing a short story, I realized that there was much more opportunity for risks that would be rewarded with what I like to call "Yes! moments" as a writer when an element of the story clicked. While I am still waiting for the payoff, I am much more confident that it will come using resonant events or occurrences/events as opposed to a single resonant image and trying to construct an entire story around it. Although Jane Eyre is by no means a short story, I think that Charlotte Brontë's ability to really capture the reader's attention in any given chapter by putting pressure on Jane and giving the reader access to all of the ensuing internal dialogue is a great example of how short story writers can capture their reader's attention.

Not so much a criticism as it is an observation, I now recall thinking about my short story in moments when I wasn't writing far more than almost any other piece in the past. While it is still far from finished, I believe this connects back to the resonant series of events that I originally pictured and used for my story. Despite the story's overall tragedy, or maybe because of their overall tragedy, I found that my mind--in free moments--sometimes just went immediately to my story and considering how I should fill in those details. I like this a lot because it's an assignment that really gets me thinking without sitting down to just do the assignment and allows me get creative. Each of these are rare things on their own. But getting both of these benefits out of one assignment? Unprecedented!

As I keep repeating, the process is not yet complete. However, I'm already seeing some of the really cool effects such an adventure has on the mind. With a few improvements, I think that this can be one of my best pieces yet, and my favorite too.

Change of Mind: The Love Story

We have only briefly touched on the vast subject of what it means to be in love in English class, hence why I am looking to explore this idea further. in class, Actually, I would like to take a moment to try and partner what we have learned about love with our study of how to put pressure on our main characters in short stories. I wish to delve further into these two concepts because I think the way my thinking about the two separately has altered the way I view the two together--love stories--differently.

No matter who you are, it's hard not to be a sucker for love stories on some level, whether we want to laugh at how corny they are or cry when we get caught up in the sappiness of it all. Admittedly, I've done both.

However, I now realize that I was a sucker for the love, but not really the story. Do you know what I mean? If we have enough emotional intelligence, we can be touched and even feel like we're living vicariously through the characters while not realizing that there isn't really more than a camera, a couple of characters and a non-spontaneous script.

I guess the ones we cry at, though are the ones that aren't as cliche as we might've expected. I think that this can be attributed to something we discussed in our short story reading and writing--the concept of pressure being put on the main character(s). In the cases of quality love story books or movies (if you believe such things exist), the break-up doesn't qualify as the pressuring and pressing situation; it reaches far deeper into-- and hits home much harder for--the audience.

I am thinking right now about the movie Once which we recently finished viewing in class. Not only does it have an entirely realistic feel to it, but there are elements of the story, such as the female lead being in an unhappy, long-distance marriage, that makes it a variation on the classic "boy meets girl plot" which I think we can all agree we believe is now almost completely exhausted.

The way I thought about love, or rather the way society's perceptions pf it have been demonstrated to me, is that it often comes wrapped in a bow and is always meant-to-be. On the contrary, I only believed love-at-first-sight to exist in very rare cases. What I'm trying to say is that after watching this movie, I have truly learned of love's imperfections and the sting that can accompany such a strong and irresistible attraction between two people. In combination with the "love" aspect of my thoughts, I learned (not just through Once) that the pressure placed on the main characters usually only strengthens the bond. This is why it will now irk me to sit through films or read books where the love between two strengthens without having serious pressure put on the main characters because, quite circularly, there is almost no other way the "L"-word, in its emotional sense, can be strengthened.

Despite the fictitious nature of the movie we watched and some of the stories which we have examined, I think it's safe to say that they have, in a sense, grounded me and my perceptions about such complex topics as love. When I get there, the formative time where I fall in love with someone in the future, the insights of love from Once and the lessons about pressure being a necessity from our short story study will not be forgotten.

What If: I could tell My Story like Marlow did his?

First things first, I know I'm barking up a confusing, potentially intellectually dangerous, and possibly impossible tree, so please, just bear with me. Thank you...

What if I told my life's story like Marlow? My first thought is that I would break it up into some smaller paragraphs; I've never realized before realized how big of a favor the use of more than one or two indents per page the author did for me. But that's besides the point.

Struggles and Aspirations
For most of my life I've been telling stories. As my friends can tell you, and judging by the quality I feel like I express my ideas in class (and even sometimes in writing), I often do a less than stellar job of telling them. Be that as it may, if there was one story which I really wanted to come out the way it sounded in my head, in a way that I knew people would be interested, I know I would want that story to be my story. Obviously, everybody has their own unique story with which they choose to share (or not) with those who they interact with (or don't share, for that matter). But what I've come to realize is that not all people who I think are interesting have an oncredibly riventing story to tell, but the way they tell it can and often does make me want to hear what they have to say. I think about Conrad telling his story in Heart of Darkness via Marlow because he does exactly what I aspire to do (well, besides the paragraphing)--holding the reader's attention by dropping subtle hints through seemingly meaningless details that end up describing an important and noteworthy lesson that makes them crave words off my pages until the the very last page. Yes, I just admitted my jealousy for Conrad and Marlow.

Function
Not only did I understand what I hope to achieve in telling my story, but I also discovered along the way what the power of a story has. One's story is like a projection, or a window distinguishing oneself from the judgemental and belittling world around them. In fact, people liking you for "who you really are" is largely tied up in your ability to tell a riveting and multi-layered story, which is always unfolding, might I add.

Toolbox
We have recently been discussing in class the essential roles which multiplicity, irony, and ambiguity play in Heart of Darkness--elements that a well relayed story absolutely requires. Something I've been trying to work on is trying to get people to realize and distinguish between the surface level and the more intellectual level of my story without saying it outright or making it inherently obvious that that is the message which I am trying to convey. This is the job of irony. In other words, I seek to drop multiple breadcrumbs rather than full-on pave a path more my listeners. On ambiguity, we should strive not to make our stories incomprehensible sophisticated or perplexing, but complicated enough, while maintaining our voice, to make them work to understand what it is we are really trying to say. Both of the above things are things we as storytellers can do on our own. However, the lt element requires the aid of other perspectives, or multiplicity. I very much enjoyed the way Conrad layered in subordinate narrators to remind the reader that the primary narrator, Marlow wasn't omniscient and that he was in fact human and biased in his opinions. I'm not saying we need to use the same story-writing techniques as Conrad did for Marlow, but covering multiple dimensions of the story and using this variety as a building block for what one hopes to accomplish by telling their story is something we, as fallible and biased humans like Marlow, could apply.

It's the Little Things
Lastly, I think it's important to figure out what goes into your story, because what comes out is almost completely dependent on what you put in. Your story doesn't have to consist of these life-changing events that make you sound sophisticated because in the end, it makes you sound incomplete. What I mean by this that the story worthy material may just be discussion of a good laugh, or a good cry, or a small moment that you helped someone else out. I believe this to be story worthy material because actions speak louder than the fabricated connection I see and hear between an internal shift and an "important" event.

No matter what, though, you have to have a story. Yes, a story is must. So gather round the campfire we call life and start talking. You've been quiet for too long.

Blogging Around (Revised)

I thought it would be interesting to compare my own poetry writing experience to that of my brilliant classmates and was very, very impressed and interested in what ai read in both Nonie's and Nish's Metacognition: poetry writing blogs. Just to preface things, I was particularly stunned at the very different approaches these students took in the similar situation of being "stuck" and desperate for substance, a situation I also found myself in. In conjunction with this idea, both of their strategies to overcoming the "poetic walls", as Nishanth said, demonstrated a high-level and crucial knowledge of oneself and how being able to take a step back and assess what they're missing made their poem way better than they could have imagined.

Nonie,

That was one very interesting and striking expression of your feelings about the process of your poem. There are certain elements of your post to which I can't totally relate, the cross-over to the music world or being motivated almost completely by the grade (although it is a motivator for sure), but I totally agree with the underlying message originally conveyed by your guitar teacher in seventh grade.

I think everyone in our class can relate to working hard at one thing or another. And while the "rolling around like a pig in mud" in the middle of the room while trying to write and painstakingly improve the darn thing is part of the process which I experienced as well, I wasn't as clever as you were in resetting mind and body to the mode of poetic thinking.

The Giving Tree is obviously a comfort of yours. As writers, and poets especially, we have an obligation to take risks, but just as important is our ability to build atop what we already know and something that we feel secure about, that thing being that very special book in your case. Knowing yourself as a worker and poet definitely helped you in this case because by resorting to an old but not forgotten comfort, you established an inspiration. And, although you may not have ridden that inspiration OT the end of your process, it ended up feeding your willingness to perspire throughout the actual writing of your poem--a willingness that I, and probably some of our classmates, undoubtedly could have used.

I will definitely keep in mind this simple, yet completely true message when I decide to embark on a difficult and oftentimes frustrating journey, especially in the context of my writing. Nice work!

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Nish,

Quite the analysis of the poem-writing and discovery process you have done here, much of which that I can relate my own process to. From what it sounds like, both of our poems originally lent themselves to clichés initially, a difficult and frustrating problem to overcome. We also realized that we needed to include more imagery in an effective and creative manner, but I, among many of my Academy classmates, struggled with this concept in the elementary versions of our poems. Another element our poems have in common is that we both somewhat drew from "The Fish" for its poetic techniques.


In the later paragraphs of this blog, I especially like how you discussed the issue of facing multiple walls over multiple drafts and how you eventually realized the importance of squeezing every last ounce of power out of the poetic tools you had. Like you, I experienced the same feeling of "this is the best that it can be" after my conference with Mr. Allen too, but I was particularly struck by how you approached the clearing of that hurdle in the process--by taking a walk in the forest and looking for ways to improve your poem. As I found with my poem, relating to and experiencing the poem, whether visually, like me, or physically, like you, is crucial in order to develop it further. I suppose that I was impressed by your willingness to fully throw yourself into the experience and delve headlong into the poem's meaning by experiencing the out of doors on your lonesome; I think it's what any good poet would and should do if they were "against the wall", so to speak. Recalling your poem from the reading during class, it sounds like you did end up solving many of the problems you faced during the various stages of your poem. And indeed, from a more future-oriented perspective, it sounds like you capitalized on those struggles to make not only that specific poem better, but also future poetry and most definitely other pieces of writing you construct. I tip my hat to you, sir.

Blogging Around #2--Noreen Andersen's "Metacognition: Inspiration, Then Perspiration" Repsonse

Nonie,

That was one very interesting and striking expression of your feelings about the process of your poem. There are certain elements of your post to which I can't totally relate, the cross-over to the music world or being motivated almost completely by the grade (although it is a motivator for sure), but I totally agree with the underlying message originally conveyed by your guitar teacher in seventh grade.

I think everyone in our class can relate to working hard at one thing or another. And while the "rolling around like a pig in mud" in the middle of the room while trying to write and painstakingly improve the darn thing is part of the process which I experienced as well, I wasn't as clever as you were in resetting mind and body to the mode of poetic thinking.

The Giving Tree is obviously a comfort of yours. As writers, and poets especially, we have an obligation to take risks, but just as important is our ability to build atop what we already know and something that we feel secure about, that thing being that very special book in your case. Knowing yourself as a worker and poet definitely helped you in this case because by resorting to an old but not forgotten comfort, you established an inspiration. And, although you may not have ridden that inspiration OT the end of your process, it ended up feeding your willingness to perspire throughout the actual writing of your poem--a willingness that I, and probably some of our classmates, undoubtedly could have used.

I will definitely keep in mind this simple, yet completely true message when I decide to embark on a difficult and oftentimes frustrating journey, especially in the context of my writing. Nice work!

Blogging Around #1--Nishanth's "Metacognition: The Poetic Walls" Repsonse

Nish,

Quite the analysis of the poem-writing and discovery process you have done here, much of which that I can relate my own process to. From what it sounds like, both of our poems originally lent themselves to clichés initially, a difficult and frustrating problem to overcome. We also realized that we needed to include more imagery in an effective and creative manner, but I, among many of my Academy classmates, struggled with this concept in the elementary versions of our poems. Another element our poems have in common is that we both somewhat drew from "The Fish" for its poetic techniques.


In the later paragraphs of this blog, I especially like how you discussed the issue of facing multiple walls over multiple drafts and how you eventually realized the importance of squeezing every last ounce of power out of the poetic tools you had. Like you, I experienced the same feeling of "this is the best that it can be" after my conference with Mr. Allen too, but I was particularly struck by how you approached the clearing of that hurdle in the process--by taking a walk in the forest and looking for ways to improve your poem. As I found with my poem, relating to and experiencing the poem, whether visually, like me, or physically, like you, is crucial in order to develop it further. I suppose that I was impressed by your willingness to fully throw yourself into the experience and delve headlong into the poem's meaning by experiencing the out of doors on your lonesome; I think it's what any good poet would and should do if they were "against the wall", so to speak. Recalling your poem from the reading during class, it sounds like you did end up solving many of the problems you faced during the various stages of your poem. And indeed, from a more future-oriented perspective, it sounds like you capitalized on those struggles to make not only that specific poem better, but also future poetry and most definitely other pieces of writing you construct. I tip my hat to you, sir.

Metacognition: Poetry Process

I put the packet that had multiplied in size since the preliminary stages of the damn poem on the table and, as cliché as it sounds, felt the weight lift off of my shoulders. As much as I liked poetry, it didn't exactly feel like my best of friends while I was had been sitting at the keyboard over the last several weeks, struggling for the right words.

What I believe the most difficult part to be is that I don't feel like I ever found them until I was in a frenzy to finish the thing! I have read all of my life, I have spoken to adults, and I communicate every second of every single day, even if that communication is internal. But it took a "frenemy" (a combination of friend and enemy) relationship with my poem in order for me to truly understand the power that words can really have. I keep revisiting that moment where I realized I had gone about this process totally and utterly incorrectly, where I felt overwhelmed by how much I had left to do. That moment was sitting one-on-one with my English teacher, something I wish I had done much sooner.

I had come to the last ten minutes of English class that day in order to receive feedback on a draft that I had revised significantly since the previous edition. I felt like I had expressed myself much more clearly than in previous versions of the poem, and I was hoping--and expecting--my English teacher to feel the same way.  

Wrong again.

When I received the poem, my eyes flew to the boxed in "C" in the bottom left hand corner. It felt like what three letters later in the alphabet stood for. I was clearly way too focused on the grade, and not about leanring how to write poetry or developing a voice separate from that of the "pseudo-scholar." When I brought myself up to being able to read his comments, I was, quite expectedly, dragged down by them. Apparently, I had tried to reach this uber-philosophical tone in my writing that just wasn't me. Okay, Mr. Allen. (Before your grade me down on this blog for the previous sentences, please read below.)

This shift to really caring about the writing, not the letter boxed in at the bottom-left, occurred in the moments described in the next paragraph. While I am glad I did eventually make that shift, it had come a draft too late.

Probably one of the greatest things that has ever been said to me by a teacher, in all seriousness, was at the lowest point of the conference I had with Mr. Allen. He told me that a Russian short story-writer used the technique of having an elaborate backstory for his characters that allowed him to have a lot more "fun" and enjoy greater liberties when it came to developing the story based on their stories. He, Mr. Allen, was under the impression that I was unfamiliar with my character. That couldn't be possible, I told myself, I am my character. It sucked to admit it, but Mr. Allen was absolutely under the correct impression that I didn't know my character, or myself for that matter. This long process wasn't one of completely finding a "new and enhanced me" so much as it was about finding a new and enhanced poetic voice.

I had always been the kind of writer to sit down and just start writing. "Writers write to decide what they are going to write about" was just a track that wouldn't stop playing in my head as I sat down at the keyboard for the last time to recreate this philosophical crap. It took me until the very end of the process to simply write, keeping my future self and my character's life in mind, until  I could finally say what I wanted and to say without stumbling over every word of every line. I was surprised that just by knowing my character, and adjusting my wording and format of the piece, I could write with a much greater effectiveness than in any previous drafts. For the first time in the entire process, I actually liked writing the poem.

Thank you Mr. Allen.

Metacognition: A Tribute to Aristotle

Blog 7

There's something that only those closest to me know, and that is that I am very organized in
some literal and figurative areas of my life, while quite the opposite in some others. They also
know that I am a persistent person; this persistence often works backwards and inhibits me
from getting things done that I dread or work half-heartedly at.
                                                                   
Naturally, cleaning my room and straightening up my living space is one of those things.
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I sauntered down the stairs, at what was for me mid-morning, and was greeted by the lovely
sound of my mother's furious fingers tidying up tidbits of our scattered lives around the kitchen
and living room in preparation for the five additional members of family we were hosting for
the long-awaited Thanksgiving feast. I had a few minutes of bliss before she urged me to do the
same. I had no problem with it! I wanted our house to look nice just as badly as she did and I
was fully emerged in the cleaning spirit...right up until the point when she asked me to clean my
room. It's so dumb! I thought. They won't even go up there. As mothers often do, she won that
argument.
                                                                          ***
As I trudged back up the staircase, I just felt as if I was staring up at a mountain (and I'm
not referencing the one of clothes in my closet) and only had an hour and a half to get up it.
I entered and I was fully immersed in the feeling of hopelessness. I was the master of hiding
knock-knacks in the strangest and best-thought-out places ever, never thinking about the next
time that I would have to do what I was suppose to be doing at that very moment. It wasn't that I
didn't like my room clean. I loved it clean! It just never stayed that way.

I was well into the process of tidying up when I remembered that I had to do this anyway for this
very blog post. Finally, a teacher had us do something practical! Yes, that was the extent of my
dynamic thinking during this exercise.

Haha, just kidding. I continued bustling about and found my mind actually to be much less
restless. (Let me reiterate this point, I love a clean room and living space!) In retrospect, I
might even go as far as to say that my mind actually imitated the new appearance of my room-
-compartmentalized, clear, and at rest. There was no pile or collection of miscellaneous items
lurking in either important space, nothing left out and unresolved.

Here's what I have to say to Aristotle: sometimes I feel like some of the loose items that end up
cluttering my floor or a piece of furniture used as storage space, like I don't belong or need to
be put back into its proper setting. I highly doubt that I am the only one to get this sense of not
belonging or bing out of place. But as is true in both nature and in our minds, there is a set order
and we have the ability to control it. As was clear while cleaning my room, I figure out that we
can easily manipulate things that positively affect that order. I was negatively affected and felt
mentally uncomfortable when my room appeared disheveled. On the other hand, I felt a sense of
satisfaction and gain after doing what I dread. I think that this concept of manipulating aspects
of the order, even if we dread or fear that manipulation at the time, is a highly transferable skill
to academics, athletics, the good of society, and much more. After all, I believe or capacity to
change ourselves and our surroundings is most amazing and formidable gits with which we were
endowed.

Metacognition: Orlando Essay

One of the hardest essays I have had to write, up until that point in time at least, was the Orlando essay. Being one who loves structured and direction, I struggled with the synthesis of ideas and putting them down on a piece of paper. I usually don't have this problem, but I can now recall some flaws in my thinking that made my writing process more difficult.

The Denial
All too often, I find myself not believing or disliking that I have to do something difficult. In some convoluted way, I attach a stigma to the task at hand, which causes me to go into the process with a "glass half empty" sort of mindset. This certainly proved itself most when writing the first draft of this essay. I didn't feel like I had a very strong or clever idea in the first place, so I was even more reluctant to sit down in front of the keyboard.

The Communication
It was still relatively early in the year, and I didn't quite feel the level of comfort with asking questions as I do now. With that being said, a correction to the completion of e assignment, which mostly would have cleared up the blurriness of the whole things, would just have been to ask my teacher a question a two about my idea and layout fro the essay in its preliminary stages.

The Idea Itself
In relation to the communication disconnect, the development of the idea was also a contributing factor to the paper's lack of success. I believe that I should have delved deeper into the text and messages of the story in order to find a better claim. The claim should have been an idea that was present throughout the entire story, not just a symbol at the end of the book that I had to stretch too thin to fit my paper, not my paper fit it.

What I did like about my idea was that it was original and that it did connect to a symbol at the end of the book which other classmates of mine had many questions about. In a perfect world, I would have been able to start from scratch and use a new claim entirely. To begin with, I thought it was clever, but what I would change (given my stage in the writing process at the time of the writing process) is my support for my claim. I don't think that the support was entirely relevant, so I think that with some more time, communication, and a little bit less denial, my essay could have turned out better than it did and more how I envisioned it.

Blogging Around--Julia Kahn Critique

Julia Kahn--iMedia: A Mí Me Encanta La Música Extranjera


Julia,

First of all, I think this is a really interesting post and particularly fascinating post to me because I have also found myself thinking about music from many different angles. Like you, I have really begun to analyze music, lyrics in particular (thanks to the analytical skills the Academy has developed for me), and have noticed how shallow they sometimes are. If I were to single out one particular pop artist, then T-Swift would be the most guilty culprit for this, but other artists, not just in the pop genre I don't think, are also to blame. 

Interestingly enough, they only supply what we demand, thus shedding light on a superficial and shallow side of our society. When I choose to be analytical of music, I tend to focus primarily elements of poetic and literary elements discussed in class: how the content is reflected in the form, the beat, the equivalent of line length, and diction to name a few. I think that we would agree with each other if I said that popular music and that which is regarded as "hip" is lagging in some of these categories.
Be that as it may, I think it is also important the music is also something that I turn to to escape analysis that I do 24/7. In that respect, music for so many is a happy-go-lucky, uplifting form of entertainment that people choose to listen to for the very reason that they think they can do it mindlessly, even though it is ironic that people choose to listen to music they pick, and therefore critique, meaning that it can't be as mindless as they think it to be. Anyways, it is important to recognize that our level of analysis of music is very dependent on one's mood and phase in life (at least for me it is) as was the case for your Hannah Montana example. With that being said, music that delves deep into the world's problems or provokes incredibly deep thoughts is often what people, quite deliberately, avoid. 

Ultimately, music is another form of art, thus something that is subject to personal opinion and preference, and and also something that is not worth getting into a heated and often circular argument over. After all, it's all about "what tickles your fancy", as they say. :)

Blogging Around--Andy Han Critique

Andy Han--An Inconvenient Truth: My Dream Might Not Come True

President Han,

As I sit in my kitchen responding to your blog post, I can't help but feel an incredible swell of emotions, thanks to your blog post. You have absolutely touched on a topic that is very moving and relatable to so many kids our age, with bright futures especially, who look at what's to come, and realize that the dream they have decided to pursue, and the tumultuous and turbulent journey to get there, is seemingly insurmountable.

The Format

Not only am I extremely impressed with the drive and determination (that will carry you far) to reach your ultimate dream of attending a very prestigious medical school and seeking out a tough profession, but I am also impressed with your voice as a writer. I don't recall needing to do this for many pieces if literature, blog posts especially, but here it goes: I couldn't read your post--not because I didn't have time or my computer wasn't functioning--but because such strong a voice is something that can't be comprehended with the eyes. That's why I really had to hear what you were saying, not move my eyes over your words. We have talked a lot about a piece of writing's voice, in addition to how form=content (emphasized especially in our poetry unit and beginning our reading of The Tragedy of King Lear). The way you structured this post is so similar to the dynamic nature of your speech that I couldn't help but think to myself while I was reading that this is just...so Andy! You expressed a deeply meaningful message with your sense of humor which made what you had to say resonate even more with someone like me. It was a wonderful demonstration of what kind of skills Mr. Allen looks for in our writing, in my opinion at least.

The Lesson

As I stated earlier, I was really amazed at how well you put your thoughts into words and how relatable it all seemed, even if I don't have much of an interest in attending Northwestern Medical School and later becoming a doctor. In addition, I like how you led us to the end of the post and then threw "That's my life. Passion. Destiny." in our faces (or ears more accurately) to leave us pondering the significance and putting a cap on everything you previously said. 

For the nature if the assignment, I love this post! Nice job!

An Inconvenient Truth: Hardwiring of Our Brains

I think that I might quit analysis of the human psyche and influences of our personalities if the words nature vs. nurture pop into my head next to each other one more time. Whether I like it or not, I am always thinking about it, even if it is in my subconscious, and it drives me so far up the wall that I feel like might crash into the ceiling. While the answer isn't discovered through experience or even by oneself, there has to be something about the question that addicts and maddens people on a vivacious cycle. So, what is it?

Something I find interesting about this question is the way the main purpose of its contemplation and embarking on a mental quest for its answer is also the very reason why the answer is undiscoverable. Exercising mentally on this treadmill is fatiguing, so let's take a break, shall we? Let's think that nature--something poems and literature this year have told us is the all-powerful, infallible last word on all things human--represents the all-powerful, infallible last word on all things human. If we were to let ourselves say this, would we be so far off?

Unfortunately, or at least in my opinion, the answer to which we let ourselves ask is--drumroll please--no. I say "unfortunately" because as much as we like to believe that our surroundings have an equal if not greater influence over us, we can only vary slightly, not typically reverse, natural thoughts and tendencies which were pre-determined. We fancy having freedom and being self-reliant, independent entities and mavericks. I, only being human myself, fall victim to these same patterns. As a matter or fact, I think that thinking these things has a bit of a placebo effect on us and does allow us to change ourselves (however, the degree of that change is blown significantly out of proportion). The inconvenient truth of this inconvenient truth blog post is that we are bound by, governed, and dependent upon the parameters which nature has put in place since the first steps of mankind were taken; that's just how it has been, is, and that's just how it's going to be.

My health teacher likes to say: "egg, sperm, shazam!" She gets me every time! But when I find myself truly considering the idea of conception, I don't think about the visual she so kindly provides. On the contrary, I don't even think about a physical being in the slightest, but I picture a hand, drawing out the roadmaps to our lives based on those related to us in all sorts of ways. So how do we defy fate? Well, it's the wrong turns take at the stoplights that The Hand has placed in our way. Those are the money's we live for and they're what makes us distinguishable from one another. But when all is said and done, I find that our tires find a way back to the sidestreets with no outlet, or the interstates that take you into infinity and purposelessness. I don't like it any more than you do, but too many of us have to admit that it is true.

iMedia: Did You Know 2011-Welcome to the Social Media Revolution
Did You Know 2011 - Welcome To The Social Media Revolution

We don't have a choice on whether we do social media, the question is how well we do it."

              -Erik Qualman

Being a Facebook, Twitter, and hardcore Google and web browser myself, I  consider myself to be a pretty "wired- in” kid. Before I continue, I must let you know that this isn't something I consider a good thing. However, there are people who are older, younger, fatter, skinnier, smarter, less intelligent, Caucasian, and different ethnicities than myself who far exceed my degree of being "wired-in." And they don't even realize what's happening to their minds as a resul (and nor do I mine)t.

As everybody who is dependent on technology and social media, to such an extreme degree that they often don't even realize it's integration into the framework of their minds, is alerted by our peers of the dangers it presents and challenges that even more technologically dependent future generations will face, we barely even understand these statistics, nevertheless consider alternatives and solutions to the technology and social media pandemic which tightens its grip with every tweet, google search, post to Instagram, and Facebook status update. 

However, by comparing apples to apples instead of apples and oranges in this video, I was able to better understand the true volume and effect that technology and social media has on our lives after watching this video. For example, the video presented a chart early on which compared the number of posts on Facebook to the number of Google searches, as opposed to relating number of zfacebook posts to a very big number. This absolutely connected to me because when think about the number of Google searches I make relative to the number of times I post in Facebook or "Like" someone else's status, I can truly understand how these statistics portray themselves in my life and those of people around me, even though I may not even recognize their presence every time I launch my Facebook application. Because I can understand the effect that technology and social media has on my life through comparisons like those in the video instead of  lectures from experts and teachers that go in one ear and out the other, I am sure that it means more to other people too than arbitrary statistics.

By no means will anyone going to relax the tight grip that technology and social media have on our global society in the near future; technological dominance, especially through social media's prevalence is just the "spirit of the age," as one wise author and biographer once said, referring to behavior of people in a certain period of time. On the other hand, if we are able to comprehend to a greater extent, as a society, the control and role that this particular form of media plays in our lives, we might be able to reverse some of the negative effects that it has taken on our social skills, communication abilities, and intellectual strength that we once had. I think the "exponential effects" that the video refers to not only apply to technology and social media dominance in our culture, but also some of its reversal. 

It'll be good for us; it'll be, at last, something that isn't google-able.

Best of Week: The [Internal] Battle of the Sexes

In class this week, we continued our discussion of Orlando. In the book, the character Orlando underwent its sexual transformation from a male to a female. We came to the conclusion, as a class, that Woolf has much to say about the roles of each gender in society and how we distinguish between sex and gender. Although the discussion became heated at times, many great ideas and important opinions stemmed from the discussion and, for me, ended up giving me a better understanding of Woolf's words.

Of all the things that were said in class, however, there was one point, or question rather, that truly snatched my attention.  "Does every person have [to some degree] a little bit of the opposite gender in them?" I don't think that the question or comment itself was incredibly insightful, but in the context of this book, it was the simplest and one of the most thought-provoking summations of the character I've heard thus far. It was pretty early in the week, so knowing the debates it sparked and the questions and insights that ensued, I would say that this verifies my opinions of its importance.

From the chemical and neurological level to the emotional and "doing" part of our lives, I would say that all of us have some tendencies of the opposite sex. For example, I do my best to be an emotionally attuned and perceptive person. Does this make me more of a woman or simply a better man (or boy, or whatever...you know what I mean)? At the moment, my mother is the primary breadwinner in our household. Does this make her less womanly or my father more feeble? I should think most certainly not. But personal opinions aside, what does society's collective consciousness have to say abou the matter? It would probably say that I'm more gay than the next guy or that my dad isn't strong enough to support our household (when it's really quite the contrary) or that my mother should be home physically putting dinner on the table (despite the fact that she's doing so financially). 
As my English teacher pointed out, in the current day and age, the line—as straight as society's ideal man or woman—that separates the two sexes is becoming a bit less defined. Even though he used the example of walking into a clothing store and not being able to tell which side of the store had men's or women's clothes, I think that this still deems true for many parts of our lives, my family's "breadwinning" situation included.

In the world we live in, I have observed for quite some time now, that everybody has at least little bit of the "other" in them, no matter how masculine a man is or how feminine the woman is. But we have been told, most likely not verbally, that it is how well we suppress these tendencies that defines how sexually pure we are. I think this a bit backward, don't you? According to Orlando, in Orlando, having tendencies of the other sex actually helps us understand and respect that sex more than we might have otherwise. "'Lord! Lord!' she cried again at the conclusion of  her thoughts, 'must I then begin to respect the opinions of the other sex, however monstrous I think it? If I wear skirts, if I can swim, I have to be rescued by a blue-jacket, by God!' she cried, 'I must!'" (115).

I think that it's safe to say that after this week's round of discussion, we all revised our thoughts, to some extent, about what the characteristics of each sex are. I don't know about everyone else, but I went even further to question how tendencies of the opposite sex portray themselves in my life and in the lives of others around me. This provoked the following question: what if everybody were just a little bit more aware of similarities instead of differences? And even if we did notice the differences, how would the world change if people were more accepting of them? At the moment, I'm not completely sure of the answer. But I'll let you know how it goes when I try it.

Carry it Forward: No Man is an Island

No Man is an Island--by John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee. 

While reading and discussing Orlando this week, I began to think back to poem read among my first days in Academy as a freshman, called No Man is an Island. In the face of rejection by a woman, Orlando in turn rejects the world and retreats back within his own thoughts and words on a page, thus not making himself a "piece of the larger continent, / A part of the main." The fictional character's isolation, and his resulting emotions and insights, made me think hard about what it means to be truly alone and how, if possible, we can incorporate these loners into the larger continent and become part of the main.

High school is no easy place, nor is any school truthfully. Oftentimes I see my peers surrounding themselves with large groups of friends, maybe with whom they may not even be that close, in order to secure their self-esteem. When I see it in passing, hear about it in conversations, and am assaulted as I sense the fickle nature of "friendship" as I walk through a group of mere acquaintances, I can't help but think that what they anchor their security in is the equivalent to a stack of cards or a piece of land where deep fault lines run to and fro, waiting to separate from the larger mass at any point.

 

Yes, I sound bitter and critical toward the norm of our society. That's accurate because I am at certain points. Do I have these particular thoughts EVERY time I walk through a hallway or hear a conversation? Truthfully, the answer is no. However, as I think about my role in a group, which requires me to do the same about the other members of the group, whatever that group that may be, I am constantly trying to estimate to what degree people actually feel a part of that group. After all, that is all a group is: a perception of the degrees of human relationships with others somehow spun so that everybody has a connection with each other, leaving no man or woman, girl or boy, to be an island. 

The dynamic of a group aside, all I wish is for people to be able to experience the love and care that I have been so graciously granted most of my life. I may be saying this with the basis that I don't have a surplus of friends or a multitude of people with whom I can party on every weekend as opposed to what I do have –a small network of people on whom I can depend and act as my hand and footholds as I climb over the many obstacles which life will place in front of me. I have people that every eye contact we make, every word we share, and every moment we spend with one another has a value so great that one couldn't possibly do its nature justice with words, but only by means of laughter and smiles. In hopes of spreading this attractive friendship and wealth of relation to other people, I long ago vowed to myself, and encourage others to do so as well, to involve stragglers dangling off of society's coast to become contributors to the massive and always-growing landmass of relationships. With this in mind, I feel as if I will be landlocked for the rest of my life.