Lucas’ English Blog

  Dear, Future Me Grade s chool has been a wild ride. From being friends with everybody, to feeling entirely alone, and now where I feel like I am friends with only genuine people. I learned so much: I learned about America and the rest of the world, Math and science; I even learned about myself and others. However, I have been enveloped into a single lifestyle – the American childhood.  I know that there is so much more out there to do, see, and live. Sure, I made district and almost state in the science fair. Sure, I won a scholarship for musical prospect. Sure, I have mastered the English language, and sure, I am thoroughly educated in both the historical and contemporary world. However, I believe that my past accomplishments are mundane in comparison to what I am capable of in the future. I know what I want to do and I have the means to doing so. Luckily, for me, life is a sandbox. I CAN be that intercontinental musical sensation. I can be an incredible singer. I can learn...

  In class, we made a poem in structure of William Carlos Williams. I made my poem branching off of a poem I made this same morning with the day cycle. The perspective is that of a traumatized person. The person went through "the night" and is now feeling the hope of the morning, but is still hesitant to open up to the world and let the light in. Once the afternoon came around, the person finally let go and fully trusted that the sun would stay. However, night came back and the sun abandoned the person's trust and, seeing that the person was already traumatized, it is assumed that the person will never have hope again.

We went over more William Carlos Williams poems today. He explores many themes in such a minimalistic manner. I like how his poetry assumes the reader's purpose of reading to be expanding and analyzing minimalism. I believe it sets him out from other poets and is why he is so popular.

 In class, we read the red wheelbarrow. This poem focused on sensory details to portray an image and theme. I have done poetry like this and I plan on doing more. I enjoy how much poetry we go over in this course.

 Living off of minimum wage is a grueling and sometimes even impossible task. Today, the assignment was to calculate a realistic budget of someone's living expenses off of minimum wage and 40 hour work weeks. The results showed that there would be no left over money and it all would be necessary to make a living.

 A woman in this documentary is living off of seven dollars an hour and receiving unideal hours at work. She relies heavily on the government for living and is on the verge of homelessness. She could be in a better positioning with budgeting, but the root problem spans further than her own ability to control her circumstances.

 In class, we did a newsela on the poor disposal aspect of the shoe industry. Shoes seem to be very bad for the environment considering what they are made of and their short use span.

 In class, we did a newsela on the application of AI chatbots into college and the workforce. I lost my paragraphs of summary and as a result did not turn in the constructed response. I did it, though, and it was more effort than most of the students in the class. Such a shame.

 In class, we went over unpopular opinions. The point of this is to show our capabilities in writing for two opposing arguments. I enjoyed writing the unpopular opinion the most because I had fun ideas to write about. I chose to speak as objectively as possible and express my points as complete as I could.

 Spring break is a time to rest after enduring the majority of the school year and a time to reset before the hectic reality of exam season. However, I repressed anything to do with school this break. Right as I got out of school on Friday, I took a nap. After that nap, I was in what I coin, 'Freedom Mode'. I stayed up pretty late because of the nap and played my favorite game Rainbow Six: Siege. I believe that I did not perform well that night, but nonetheless, I was happy. I nearly forgot about a trip that I was going on with my friends the next morning. That next morning, I went straight to my friend Ryan's house with 6 other friends and saw a massive van and his dad waiting for us. Once everyone arrived and was situated, we left. The 6-hour drive to Hilton Head was more enjoyable than one would expect. I started an instrumental project and watched a movie. The time flew by. Once we got there, it was constant action all through until Wednesday. We were either asleep or o...

 Our project is finished and we presented in class. I overall enjoyed this story because it took me a while to fully get the idea of it and, when I did, it felt very nice.

 Cade and I are picking up the weight of Melissa, who has done absolutely nothing for our project and hasn't even been here. Our project is now finished, though.

 I finished my part of the "A Devoted Son" project that we have been working on in class. One of our groupmates has done absolutely nothing.

 while i was absent, there was a project started. i was placed into a group with other people who have seemingly not been here. nonetheless, things went well.

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 we read "a devoted son" in class and i finished the remainder of my assignment from yesterday. there were more questions reflecting on the story after.

we finished up our william blke unit and had some preview questions about a story we are going to read tomorrow

 we did a newsela assignment on the projectable impacts of 3-year degree programs. I learned that students in more struggling states financially but higher than average academic capabilities could benefit, but the program is risky. students already majorly struggle with the 4 year program of today, so going thay much faster through curriculum sounds over-ambtious. 

 today was a testing day. there were 40 questions for the poems that we have gone over from William Blake. The test seemed a bit disorganized, but it was comfortable enough for me to be confident in an A.

 Today, we continued our William Blake journey. This poem is a compliment to the one from Monday. Specifically, the poem is a subtle criticism of fake moralists, law enforcers, and whoever else allowed children to work at young ages.