I have already posted stuff for my genocide project but her eare some of the other things i have worked on.
Poetry project:
War and it's Treacherous Ways
CJ Harrison
As I Stare at my gun before battle
I'm Gathering mags and extra ammo boxes,
Load and cocking my gun for action,
Attaching my sling to the sling mounts,
And throw my gun over my shoulder
As I walk my gun bumps up against my body after every step
My hands touching the smooth fabric of my desert cammo pants
My face with a scratchy feeling with the desert sand flying up toward me
The friendly greet of my general and his firm hand shake
My parents breaking into tears before leaving for the military
The smell of dust rushing up into my nose
like the burst of my skis brushing through the powdery snow
The car filtered with a pine tree dangling from the mirror
The fresh breeze reminds me of when I was a child playing in my yard.
The smell of fear and worry coming from my parents as I walk to the car
The car engine starts up with a loud disruptive noise
like a disc spinning in a disc tray
rocks hitting the mud flap during our trip
as if billions of flies are hitting the windshield
And finally, the car comes to a stop, were here
I put my hand on the window and look at my parents
Click, I open my car door and stand up to an astonishing sight
bullets whizzing by and my partners are falling with blank stares
I can feel my heart beat faster and faster as each body crumples to the soggy sand
As I get out, I am amazed by the horrid smells that surround the air
Going def from all the loud explosions and bullets being shot
I run out into the battlefield hoping the best for myself and my country
Breaking into tears I let go of my old life and approach the new one
My parents breaking into tears before leaving for the military
The smell of fear and worry coming from my parents as I walk to the car
I put my hand on the window and look at my parents
Breaking into tears I let go of my old life and approach the new one
CJ Harrison
My poem was pretty much chosen really quickly because I didn't want to spend a lot of time thinking of what I should base my poem off of. I finally decided I was going to base it off of dulce et decorium. So I thought of an idea I was thinking of, which was my uncle and how he went to war because his brother died and he was drafted from that. So I thought I would ask him about his experiences and what he went through. I was also interested into getting some poetry from a poem that we read in class. When I started my poem I already some inspiration from 2 sources that I could use and put them together to make the piece in front of you.
How I wrote my poem was definatly hard to figure out because I had to play with a couple different ways I could have written it. For example I wanted to use the idea from the poem, dulce et decorium. I didn't like it so I tried rhyming it but I didn't like how it turned out either, so I decided to try to make a story and then cut up the lines to make a poem. I liked it so I showed it to my teacher and she gave me an outline to follow so I did. I played with the font to make it less boring than just having the text be all the way to the right. I also had an idea where I had put flashbacks at the end of most of the stanzas to make it feel like he was remembering his past and what he was leaving behind.
How I am presenting my poem is by me speaking it so that it has more of a personal feel to it and that I can have my voice express the feeling of the poem. With kinetic text you can do that but it's repetitive with the same tone of voice as where if I feel like I need to change the tone I could do that without having to go back and record and put it in the text. I also wanted to get the feeling myself because I feel like I can present it really well if I am the one speaking so that I can give it emotions and have hand signals so that it can feel more emotional to the listener. So when I present my poem I want it to effect the listener not only by the voice but by tone and motion.
Socratic seminars:
Being Peace Seminar Pre-write
CJ Harrison
1: I would have to agree with this statement because I really don't ever think about it. I know that when I get bored I always want something to do so that I'm not bored so I find something to do that entertains me like video games or drawing or just sitting on the couch reading a book. I guess what my point is, is that, as a human being who has a hard time even sitting still in my chair, I find it quite impossible to be able to relax and calm to find my inner peace/ inner touch with myself. So basically, in order for me to stay sane, I need to be doing something that requires moving so that I don't go crazy. All in all, this basically means that you don't need something to do in order to be doing something, for instance, instead of playing video games I could be finding my inner self and seeing who I truly am but instead I decide to push that away and do something I like to do.
2: I would have to agree again mainly because we, as humans, have a purpose and we control our own lives. We also plan for our future and what we can become so that we become either successful or unsuccessful. I know that I want to be an astronomist, ya that's idealizing what I want to become, it's just the doing and problem solving that I have to get there. I also agree because we are more of a person, of a living thing than just ideology or doctrine, were also respectful, passionate, loving, thoughtful, integrating, etc. So overall, we have more qualities than just ideal and doctrine.
3: I think the thing I am practicing the most is the sixth mindfulness training because if I'm angry I wont make friends and people will not want to be around me. For example: I have been mean to my brother over the last few years and it's gotten so bad that the only time we really ever notice each other is when he comes to my school and when we eat dinner, other wise were both at opposite ends of the house doing things.
To me, the tenth mindfulness training is the one I am practicing least because it's more of a “in general” type of idea. For instance, when I see someone being mean to my brother I know that's not ok and since I'm older, I kind of make myself feel like super man and I feel all strong and muscular. So I go over and I can tell their pissing my brother off because of the tone in his voice and I basically say “cut the crap and pick on someone your own size or it's going to get really ugly” and I really don't say that just to fight, I say that basically to intimidate people because it's not hard to do that when your like, 4 feet taller than that person. So the usual response I get is “ok man, I'm sorry Sean” and that usually settles it. So overall it's basically something that you do naturally whether you know it or not. Basically like a natural instinct, or a reflex per-say.
Omelas Seminar Pre-Write
CJ Harrison
1: I would say that it was so descriptive that it seems more of a fairytale but the opposite, like a bad dream. I would also say that it feels like it is too much detail and it doesn't feel like it would be real and more of imaginary. Kind of like a play or an act of someones dream that they had. I could even say that she might have said all this in her dream for all that i know. She really doesn't describe how she came up with this theory or actual thing. She kind of just explains it and makes it so that you can understand what Omelas is about and how horrible it is. Basically it is told in the context of a dream to me so it doesn't seem real to me.
2: I would say that one literary device i would use is gloomy because it talks about a boy who has blisters all over his hips and is extremely skinny. To me that's really dark and sad. It also says that people also look at him but don't help and that really reminded me of my 6th and 7th grade years of middle school because I had come to Durango rite after i had broken my leg and i was an outsider and no one helped me and for a year and a half i sat at a table alone and talked to absolutely no one. So it really hit me hard because i felt like that when i was in my wheel chair and it ticked me off that no one helped him. If i were there i would have busted that window open and told him to get out here and live with me and feed him more than a bag of corn. So overall, this section I would say is really gloomy.
For another part of this article I would say is guilty/reflective for the last paragraph. I say this because it is saying that people leave the town and go up into the mountains and live in a different kind of life style. I thought this was really cool because I like to go in my room and get away from all the crazy stuff and the annoyance from my brother. When I'm in my bedroom it's my time and no one can get in and I can think and clear my head of all the threats or madness that I have and calm myself down. So all I would say for this is that it is great to get away from every bad thing and be free for a little while, especially for the people of Omelas
3: In the last paragraph of the article it tells you about people leaving and going up in the mountains for something other than hatred which I just summarized. I think people would do this because as I said in the last paragraph, I explained that they would do this to be free and I still agree on that but if I were to put in a more detailed response I would say; In the city of Omelas, there is a lot of hatred and torture and it's not a fun place to be in. they harass children and cause children to be depressed. When they get older and they have enough freedom to do what they want, they can choose to go into the mountains or run away and be freed. I do believe that people could have started a city up in the mountains and are able to spread the word about the city. If I were in Omelas, I definatly would have left and went to the mountain because I would have bee tired of people making fun of me and hurting me both physically and mentally. Overall, I believe that people from Omelas would run away to the mountain to get away from this big cluster of evil and violence.
Salvador Dali Seminar Reflection
CJ Harrison
As I lay there and wait for the strength to be able to move. As I grow bigger, the stronger I grow and the more I start to struggle to get out of this place. After growing into my late teens to my early twenties, I create a crack in the shell that I was domed in. With my heart racing, I can feel the cool breeze on my shoulder. All I know is I try and try but I keep failing as if I were trying to crack a rock open with a marshmallow. My arm and legs struggle as I give all my power into them and reach for solid surface to push against but it forms to the shape of my hand. Determined to get out my head is slowly creeping out as I yell at the top of my lungs to get my adrenalin rushing. I finally get my head out but I realize that it just got so much harder than it was. I think to myself “oh why these troubles, why do I have to work so hard to get out of something so simple. Although I try ant try as hard as I can I find it almost impossible to get out. Every time I try to lift up with my foot, it just sank in. my hands dive in as if they were to go swimming in the ocean. Without help this seems impossible.
As I stand there with my feet sinking in. I realize that if I believe everything is possible. So I focused my strength and my thoughts and reached out and grabbed the edges where I had cracked open the dome. I start pulling up and the edge crumbles under the weight of my hand. I quickly realize that the secret to getting out this whole time was the edges of the crack. As I struggle to stay upright, I quickly begin to pull on the edges. The light starts coming in and I get curious as to what it pulling my down. I quickly look down as to not waste much time and all I see is this black hole of gooey black oily stuff and I decide to start getting back on track and finish tearing apart the shell. A couple minutes later I had finished and my arms barely sticking out I quickly grab a twig sticking out of the ground and pull my self out. I stand up and look around to be amazed at this hologramic world surrounding me. I put my arm forward and part of it disappears. I pull it back and the rest appears to be fine. As I examine my arm I hear screams and I quickly realize something is happening. I ran through the hologram and enter a battle field in a city where gun shots are being fired and I don't know where their coming from. I hurry my body as fast as it will go into the building across the street. I duck under a work desk where I found a women and her child sitting with a huge fear in their eyes. The kid is shivering and I can tell that his mind is going crazy and he starts to hyperventilate. I found a paper back on a shelf with food in it so I take the food out and give it to the child. As the child is breathing in and out and explosion from a grenade explodes across the room and stuff flies at us at rapid speeds. I grab the women and his son and take them out of the building to find another hiding place. We found this place under ground and I see a small holographic globe laying on the floor. I pick it up and look at it for a second. I look back up to tell the woman something but I notice that I am in a totally different place.
Wondering where I am, I turn around and there is the world sitting rite in front of me with a not that say “control is a privilege, use it wisely” then I grin and say, “take care mom”