Personal Quote Journal

The quote I chose was "Life is like a camera, focus on what's important, capture the good time, develop from the negatives, and if things don't work out, take another shot." I chose this quote because its saying that everything will be okay, and don't dwell on things too often. This quote apply to me and my life because I always try to not get to caught up in drama, which be focusing on what's important. I also try to make the best out of situations so that I can go through life without worry, which would go with develop from the negatives.
I think that this quote could actually be really kind of bad if an extremist were to follow it. I feel like they would only ever look at what's important, and they'd never get out and enjoy themselves, because they were so worried about excelling in the most important aspects of life. Next I think an extremist would obsess over 'capturing' the good times. Whether it be writing it down, or actually taking a photo they'd want to get every single good moment, which could be a bad quality. Lastly I think that an extremist might take the last sentence of my quote to literal. They might just give up, or leave as soon as things get hard because of the chance things not working out, and that's not good at all!

Mcandlles project

For the Chris  mcandlles project  I wore makeup/costume on Friday. The reactions I got weren't super out there. Many people complimented my new "style". I still wouldn't want to wear makeup everyday but it was fun to change things up even for just a day. Also I noticed how supportive people seemed to be rather than rude or mean which was nice. 

Into The Darkness- short story

                My heart was bounding through my chest. I was running and running a never ending marathon into nothingness. All around me was darkness, I could feel fear rushing through my body as I ran. I screamed out. Nothing. No echo, no answers, nothing. My body just kept running. Suddenly I stopped, and dim lights came on. I was surrounded by giant stone walls, they had vines weaving through, and there was a thick fog all around. I fell to the ground, and let the hot tears run down my face. It was like I had been dropped into a bad dream! I ran my hand through my mane of red hair, and looked down. Oh no! My whole outfit was destroyed. Ugh.

“Jocelyn!!” a taunting voice called, and then there was distance laughter. I froze. How do they know my name?

“Jocelynnn!” the voice sounded closer. I jumped up and ran, millions of twists and turns, and dead ends. A sickening thought crossed my mind, and it made me slow to a stop. I stood panting, defeated, and I mumbled to myself,

“Am I in a… maze?” I leaned against the wall. The water soaked through my sweater, I didn’t even care anymore. I decided this was nothing but a bad dream and when I wake it’ll all be gone.  So I let myself sleep.

                When I woke it was as if no time had passed. The dim lights, and stone walls all looked the same.  I sighed and for the first time sense I’ve been here I thought about the plan.  I knew the plan by heart, the rest of the group and I had gone over it a million times. I knew exactly what I had to do to bring this man down. I knew he deserved it, but I just didn’t know if I had the strength to follow through. There was a loud crash. I jumped up and looked around,

                “I will not die in this nasty maze.” But then something happened that made me more scared then a crash or my name. There were a few simple notes played.  Then a pause, and the music grew loud and angry, and back down to soft and lovely.  I walked toward the noise, it was so beautiful. Finally after ten minutes, or at least it seemed, I came to a turn. The music was so loud, I felt it in my bones! I turned. There was a man facing the wall. He played his instrument, it looked like a cello, so carefully. I cautiously walked forward. The music grew loud, and louder! A series of clashes and recovery notes hit me like a bus. When I was almost able to touch him he stopped, so suddenly I almost fell over. He carefully laid his instrument to rest, and turned. I backed away as he did so just to be safe, but the face I saw made me cry out in fear. The man smiling at me, was the man we were planning to kill.

                I didn’t know what to do but look back into his cold grey eyes. He just kept smiling at me. Maybe he knew about our plan. Maybe he figured us out and was trying to kill us off before we could get to him! I didn’t know what to do so I ran. I kept going through the endless twists and turns, until I found a dead end. Panting, and sweaty, I felt a hot tear run down my face. I could never do it. I leaned against the wet wall and lingering vines. Then there were footsteps coming closer and closer, screaming in the silence of the maze. I stood tall ready to fight, I knew who was coming. He stopped in a few feet in front of me, smile gone.

“You’ve destroyed so many lives, including mine. I shouldn’t feel bad for you. You deserve this!” I yelled at him, my blood boiling. I sounded like I was just convincing myself.

“Come on Jocelyn. Sure I’m not good in the government biz, but that’s not why you agreed to do this. No, it’s more personal. Probably something about our childhood right sis,-“He talked to me in a taunting voice. I interrupted him though

“Don’t call me little sis, you don’t deserve that anymore. Of course this is personal! You are the worst of worst. Let your friends hurt me! Left me with our awful mother when you were 16!” I cried more, and hated myself for it, because he was the last ne I wanted to see me cry. He just laughed, and began to walk toward me. I was frozen. And as he came closer he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was beeping! Awful loud beeping. I screamed and closed my eyes!

                BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I jumped up, and looked around. My room. My bed. My alarm clock ringing at 6:15 like always. Beautiful sunlight flooding the room.

“A dream. All of that was… a dream” I wanted to cry I was so happy. It all had felt so real! But my celebration was short lived as I remembered the nature of my dream. No matter how much I despised him, I could not take part in his death in any way. I walked to my desk and looked at the paper that outlined my part in the plan. A heavy sigh escaped me, this stupid plan bothered me so much I'm dreaming about it! I cant.

  I made my way down stairs, and to my cell phone. I dialed the police department, but only stared. I f I did this there would be no going back.

“What other option do you have Jocelyn?” I whispered to myself. I picked the phone up with a shaky hand, and hit call.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“hello, I’d like to report a tip about conspiracy to kill.”

Metacognitive; And There Were None

So what I specifically changed from my draft to my final draft of the And Then There Were None essay was mostly the away it all flowed together. A lot of my essay didn't really flow right at first, so I had to do some revising and work on transitions. Also I tried to make the part where I wrote as Vera Claythorne a lot more clear, because at first it dint really make sense. The form of support that helps me the most was the combination of both your notes on my timed writing and peer editing. Your notes really help me, because I know exactly what your looking for and I know what outthink I need to improve more on, and I can put extra focus in those areas. The peer review is helpful, because I can see if it makes sense to other people too. I think as a teacher its easier to understand a students writing better, but if a peer doesn't really get what I'm tarring to say, I know what to change. I think that these two things will defiantly help me improve my writing throughout the year. Eventually ii will get better at writing fluently, and all my spelling errors will hopefully go away. I think I have a lot of room to grow with formal writing. I have trouble writing formal essays that sound nice, they always kind of turn out weird, so a goal I have is to improve that. And id also like to just be overall better at writing stories.