Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The Free Spirit of My Childhood

What happened to the days when we would go to birthday parties just to have fun as long as our schedule permitted?  Now it seems we can't RSVP to an invitation before asking our friends if they are going and finding out who else is invited.  You can't show up on your own at a party you were invited to, you have to "go with" someone.

When did we become so afraid of independence?  During this age of drivers licenses, we all claim that the accompanying freedom is the sweetest part.  Freedom from parents that is.  Freedom to be with our friends.  This feeling of a need to always be with someone perplexes me.

Other than a crazy busy schedule, the main reason I never saw Frozen while it was in theaters is because I didn't have anyone to see it with (anyone who hadn't already seen it).  Going to the movie theaters solo is unheard of.  And lonely.  It seems that whenever I want to go somewhere, the first thing I must do is find someone to go with me.  I can't remember the last time I rode my bike alone and I don't believe I've ever gone to go get food by myself, even it's just a drink at Jamba Juice or a Taco Bell drive-through.

Is this one of the reasons why college seems so scary?  We'll have to rebuild our social lives from scratch.  If we go any distance from home for college, we'll likely lose most of the people we typically go out and do things with.  I have a comfortable web of friends built up and going to college is a giant, independent step away from all of them.  Who am I going to eat lunch with now?  Who will be my go-to people when I need to get some shopping done?  Who will I immediately lock eyes with when the teacher announces a group project?

I'm beginning to discover that I may have a fear of being alone in public.  Studying at the library?  That needs to be a study group.  Am I afraid of how society views people who are alone?  Or am I afraid of facing the world on my own?

Regardless of the reason, I'm excited to face this fear at the same as I face college.  No doubt I will find myself on my own quite a bit, especially often at first.  Even though there thousands and thousands of people at college, it'll be hard to find someone who wants to go eat at such and such place at such and such time.  I won't be living at home for the first time in my life so I'll be forced into a world of independence and I'm curious to see how I respond to the responsibility.

I want to recapture the free spirit of my childhood.  I want to go places and do things because I want to, not because all my friends agreed to go together.  I don't want to have to stay home because I couldn't find anyone to go with me.  I don't want to be slowed down by always traveling in a group.  I want to RSVP for myself once again.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Waking Up the Right Side

My schedule this year is this:

1. Ceramics
2. AP English
3. AP Calculus
4. AP Environmental
5. AP Economics/AP Government
6. Basketball/Track and Field

As far as classroom classes go, ceramics is the clear outlier.  But as far as my learning has gone this year, ceramics is right there in the mix.  The majority of my day relies on the left side of my brain; ceramics provides a nice break.  Not only a break, but a rare chance for an AP kid to use the right side of her brain.  

Last year I lamented the fact that art was actually a required high school class but now I'm thankful I was forced to find room for ceramics in my schedule.  The right side of my brain enjoys the hour of exercise it receives every morning.  I feel sorry for those AP addicted kids who chose AP Art History over an actual art class.

Ceramics, unlike my AP classes, reveals success clearer and in a more timely manner.  All the AP classes I've taken are just an investment in my future.  I took them in hopes of being accepted to high-caliber colleges and having some credits built up when I get there.  In ceramics, I have a tangible form of success.  All my projects can be put to use or given as gifts as soon as they come back from the kiln.  I'm using my ceramics skills now.  All I've acquired in terms of knowledge from my academic classes is met to serve a purpose later in life.

Being in ceramics has allowed me to meet a different sort of people.  My other classes are filled with students whose focus is getting into that UC or Ivy League and achieving inflated GPAs.  They are constantly comparing themselves- test scores, college acceptances, scholarships.  Everything is a competition.  Being an athlete, this competition is healthy and drives me to do better.  It's my dose of immunity against "senioritus."

In my ceramics class I have been immersed into a different sort of culture.  I listen to teenagers who stay up until 2:00 in the morning doing things other than studying.  I hear of parents who aren't 100% supportive of their children's education.  I'm fascinated by the body piercings and tattoos my classmates want and the hair colors they are able to pull off.

Although I have little in common, I've found that the students I sit with in ceramics are easier to get along with.  They genuinely want to be my friend, not just a study buddy.  Ceramics starkly contrasts with the rest of my high school classes but it's a difference in classmates, thinking, and skill set that I'm ever grateful for.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

College Has Consumed Us

When applying to their school, colleges always tell you to be true to who you are and just be yourself.  This weekend I had the unique opportunity to witness how colleges have changed who we are and how we view ourselves.

This week was an exciting one for me in terms of visitors.  My aunt, who resides in Ohio, spent the week out here in sunny California with my family.  And my best friend from 2nd grade spent the weekend with me.  But when these two strangers met, it was strange.

Both of these ladies are super sweet and friendly and got a long great.  (Almost to the point where I felt left out.)  Having known my friend for 10 years, it was a weird experience to see how she presented herself to my aunt.  She talked about herself, not in a bragging manner, but as if she was trying to come off impressive.  She listed all the activities she was involved in- sports, choir- and pulled up videos on YouTube to aid her "presentation."

These two had never met, but after spending just a couple of hours together, my aunt was all caught up on what was going in my friend's life.  The way my friend was talking about herself was like she was reading off her college application, listing and describing all the things she had done, including scholarships she had received from colleges and how much each college she had been accepted to would cost her financially.

The more I think about it, their conversation was exactly like the college application process.  You're describing your life to a complete stranger and highlighting all the things you've done in the limited time you have to present yourself in hopes that they will like you.

While we're on the subject of college (a subject I can't seem to escape these days), I'd like to share a video I came across about an impressive sounding high school senior who was rejected by many schools.  It makes me feel less alone in this game colleges play.


The Phone Call

This blog post was inevitable considering that so much of my life is consumed by sports.  Last weekend, the top 48 athletes from my high school's track and field team spent two nights in Santa Barbara competing in the Easter Relay's track meet.  (Not sure why it's called "Easter" relays because Easter is next month...but the medals were egg-shaped so that was cool.)

As far as track goes, shot put is my thing.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with this event, it's basically consists of manually launching a cannon ball weighing 4 kilograms (8.8 pounds) as far as you can.  To put things in perspective, that's the weight of a new born baby.

Now I'm going to jump to the end here and tell you that I threw that cannon ball really well at this track meet.  I threw 6.5 inches farther than my previous PR (personal record) for a mark of 32 feet 4 inches.  A foot and a half farther and I'll be well into the all-time top 10 record list for FVHS.

I didn't tell you all that to brag, although I am quite proud.  I want to share why I performed so well that day so that others may benefit or that I may hear others' strategies and also benefit.  Lots of athletes have athletic ability but the ability to perform is another thing entirely.  All training is done before the day of the meet (or game).  On the day of the meet, all your preparations are done and the results have pretty much been decided.  I say "pretty much" because there is a HUGE mental factor that has yet to be determined.

Besides all the physical preparation, my mentality the night before the meet and the day of determined how I competed in Santa Barbara.  The night before as I lay in a cot in the hotel room, I envisioned what I was going to do the following day.  I replayed myself throwing over and over in my head- slowing parts down, emphasizing key elements, and playing it full speed.  I also imagined the shot put landing beyond the 30 foot line.

With all the mental practice, I didn't have to worry and think about my throw while I was at the meet.  I warmed up on my own and was conservative in my practice throws.  I was in the last heat, the heat with all the top seeded throwers.  So as I waited for the first heats to throw, I read a text from my dad who was at home, cheering me on.

Until they rejected me, UCSD was my top choice for college.  I was pretty upset that I didn't get in and comparing myself to the profile of last year's admitted freshmen, I couldn't see why I wasn't accepted.  The average ACT composite score (the most objective component of the application) was 29 and mine was 33.  Whatever.

While my competition and I were warming up, I chose several girls who threw about the same as me or moderately farther and in my head I decided that these girls went to UCSD.  And I was going to beat them.

One of the girls I was throwing against was the top thrower in the state and if she had gone to the Olympics back in 2008, she would have placed 28th with the throw she threw at Santa Barbara.  Instead of intimidating me, it only made me want to throw farther and prove that I could hang with the girls in my heat.

But the ultimate motivation was my dad.  In terms of athletics, he is my biggest supporter and my unofficial coach.  He goes to every meet and basketball game that he can, but this meet in Santa Barbara was too out of the way.  Of course, he told me to give him updates after each of my events.  What made me throw especially far that day was so I could make that phone call with happy news and be able to tell my dad how well I had done.

Varsity throwers are typically given 4 throws.  My first two throws were decent but nothing to celebrate.  I walked off on my own and refocused.  As I walked into the ring for my third throw, I decided that this throw was going to be for my dad.  I've never thrown so far.  Not in practice, not in a meet.

Needless to say that the phone call after the meet made me happier than any medal.  

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

BRAWL: Battle Royale All Will Learn (But Rarely All Will Like)

Normally when I write these blog posts, I don't have a specific purpose in mind other than to share my opinion or experience.  Unlike like my other blog posts, this one has a goal- to reflect and improve upon an activity we did in my AP English class.  This three week long activity is known as a BRAWL.  (If you are not my English teacher or a classmate, the following  4 paragraphs will be essential to your understanding of a BRAWL.  If you are one of the two previously mentioned people, you may skip the next 4 paragraphs.)

In my English class, we have just passed the midpoint of a "discussion" about Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad.  By discussion I mean a Battle Royale All Will Learn type of discussion, otherwise known as a BRAWL.  It's loosely similar to a Socratic Seminar but with the stress and lack of sleep level multiplied by 10.  Although I am proud to declare that I did not allow this assignment to get the best of me and cry.

Heart of Darkness is a unique book in that it only contains three chapters which worked out in a painfully perfect way for our class BRAWL.  Our class was split into teams of three and assigned to read chapter one.  Then on a first come first serve basis, each group chose a category: theme and other, specific, comparison, organization, unusual, or theme examples.

We then had to compose open-ended, AP level questions about chapter one through the lens of our chosen category.  This step was done on Monday and Tuesday.  By Wednesday, our teacher had chosen his favorite 25-30 questions.  Each group then had Wednesday and Thursday (and for a lot of us, Friday morning before 8:00 A.M.) to answer all the questions. 

On Friday, one person from each group was selected and asked one question on the list.  Each participant also had to respond to two other answers.  This process was completed two more times so each group member had his or her turn with the remaining two chapters.

So now that you have a greater understanding of what a BRAWL is, you may be under the ill-informed impression that our BRAWL was fair and close to flawless with all its structure.  Allow me to now inspect all the BRAWL's bruises and broken bones and prescribe a healing remedy.

The first fracture in the BRAWL is the constraint of time.  Answering 28 open ended questions sucks up a lot of hours.  Our class was given two nights and hopefully those two nights you had no sports practice, extracurricular activities, or other homework.  Doubtful.  With such a time constraint, many students hope to be able to answer all the questions rather than think deeply about each individual question.  I find it strange that we were not allotted more time to develop our answers, especially when I reflected back upon a tweet I had made earlier in the year.  Deeper answers seem to be the ultimate goal for teachers and it makes me sad because so many of the BRAWL responses had so much potential if they had been given proper time to develop.

On the same note, some of the questions that were submitted by the students and chosen by the teacher also lacked substance.  Each student was required to submit at least one question related to their topic before each round of the BRAWL.  Some students submitted the first question they thought of and that was it.  To prevent irrelevant or incorrect or repeat questions from being chosen, the class should be given the ability to veto one or two questions from the list.  Also, to help the teacher out, questions should be submitted online in such a way that students will be able to "like" or "dislike" questions as they are submitted.  This is not meant to be offensive but instead to increase the caliber of questions being asked and to prevent students from submitting questions at will.

The way our class BRAWL was set up, each progressive round presented a bigger burden with fewer and fewer people sharing it.  Three people to a group, one person BRAWL-ing per round.  The preparation for the first round is fine.  No one knows who will be called upon to answer so each group member freaks out just the same while answering the questions.  When preparing for the second round, there are only two possible tributes left.  After talking with my classmates, I found that in most groups, the person that answered during the first round was much more relaxed and much more likely to go to bed before 11:00 PM while the other two members stayed up even later than they did the first round.  Then comes the third round and the victim is clear, there is only one group member left.  For my group, I was that victim.  I knew my fate was sealed and that I was going to have to represent my group with the answers we prepared.  So naturally I was the one staying up late and getting up early.  In order to even the playing field, groups should be informed of who their chosen one is before each BRAWL.  This will make all rounds similar to round three and make round three seem less unfair.

This solution will solve another problem; it will cut down on the amount of time consuming preparation.  Since I was last to BRAWL, I had to make sure I had my own answers for each question for each round of the BRAWL just in case I was called on.  Yes, working with two others helped to ease the burden but when it came down to it, I knew that I wouldn't be able to make a case for their answers as well as my own.  With beforehand knowledge of who the tribute is, each member will have to completely and fully answer all the questions only once.  The other two members will be able to contribute to his or her answers by finding supporting quotes or outside information.  This will make the answers deeper as well because all three students will be focusing on one answer per question instead of making three separate answers.

After each BRAWL, an online discussion is opened up and students can respond to any of the questions, whether they were brought up in class or not.  I like how this gives the students who were outside the BRAWL ring the chance to share their opinions and how it gives unselected questions a chance.  But in actuality the online discussion became a chaotic dumping of answers.  In order to increase organization, a spot needs to be created where each question can be responded to separately so different answers from different questions aren't thrown into one overwhelming pile.

There also is a problem with those who are sitting outside of the questioning and answering circle.  They sit there and do nothing.  I feel like very few of them actually listened to what I had to say.  There are many ways to engage the outside circle.  A simple strategy would be to require that on the online discussion, those in the outside circle respond to something that was said in class within their answer.

Now don't get me wrong, I believe the BRAWL was a valuable learning experience and I now understand Heart of Darkness on a much deeper level than I ever thought necessary or even possible.  Things that I overlooked were brought up by classmates and  I was impressed by my fellow students' level of analyzing.  Our Heart of Darkness BRAWL may be one the activities that best prepares me for the AP test but the fact remains that the biggest room in the world is the room for improvement.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Anxiety of Influence: You're Probably Suffering from It

No, it's not some deadly disease but it is not to be messed with.  Authors suffer from this "anxiety of influence" more than most.  To sum it up, it's the pressure you feel when trying to create something new and different, separate from those who came before you.  Harold Bloom is the mastermind behind this concept and the reason why some day or another, you'll hear it brought up in your English class.  Want to be ahead of the game?  Watch this video to get your feet wet:
Anxiety of Influence Video

Pretty fantastic acting, huh?  Feel free to contact my agent.
In my last blog post I talked about making an impactful and memorable presentation.  Yes, this is the video I shared with my class that was remembered so well.  After the video was showed and explained a little, my group and I got the class engaged on a deeper level.  We put them in a situation where they would experience the pressures of anxiety of influence (and still have fun!).  We started by baking three giant sugar cookies (the size of your standard cake) and showing them this picture:

We then proceeded to divide the class into three relatively equal groups and explained to them their challenge.  Using the giant sugar cookie as their starting point and a bag of supplies, they were to create Frankenstein's creature and try to make it better than the ones pictured above.  Each group was supplied with green frosting, black icing, and M&M's.  Then we gave each group an item that no other group got; one received pretzel sticks, another white chocolate chips, and the other raisins.  I'll let you decide if they were successful.

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Making an Impact, Making it Memorable

To wrap up the semester, our AP English class was required to give a group presentation as a final.  Groups of 4 were assigned a different "lens" under which to dissect Frankenstein and then present their findings to the class in a memorable way.  But to the point: although I believe my group had a successful run, there are quite a few things that I learned that I wish I had known before we embarked on our project.  But that in itself is success because learning is the ultimate goal in any class.

After each group had their turn to present, we all took time to answer questions and write comments about each other's projects.  My group read over our audience's responses and drew some meaningful conclusions about making a memorable and impactful presentation.  I think these points are worth sharing, or at least writing down somewhere for future personal use, so I figured this place is as good as any.

The first step to making an impactful presentation is having something worth presenting- something for your audience to learn and use in the future.  These were two (sometimes tough) questions we had to answer about each other's presentations: What did you learn? How will you use this information in the future?  If your audience can't answer those two questions, why did you bother presenting?  Not trying to be harsh, but seriously.  Give your classmates a reason to sit up and really pay attention.

The next part to this, making your presentation memorable, will help with the paying attention part.  Our class  had quite the array of presentation techniques- some much more effective than others.  I remembered many groups by the class engaging activities they included at the end of their presentation.  Some had review questions but the best were the get-out-of-your-plastic-seat activities.  Aside from my own, the best activity (and most memorable) was dressing up a few brave classmates as Frankenstein's creature to the best of our abilities.  It was fun for the class and helped emphasize the presentation's point.

Another stark difference between presenters were those who stood in front of the class and gave a big ole speech and those who didn't.  Sure, those who recited speeches probably did their research and understood what they were talking about but these presentations struggled to engage their audience.  Their presentation had information but little was remembered afterwards.  In my opinion, the better presentations included a skit, costumes, a visual aid, or, my favorite, a funny video.  Not a video off the Internet, but a homemade video where the students in the back of the class branch out of their comfort zones in front of the camera and let their inner Hollywood shine.  Our humor-attempting video was what most remembered the best about our presentation.  But the other most remembered aspect of our project came at a bit of a shock.

The simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  That stuck with our audience.  When designing our project, my group needed a way to describe how Mary Shelley copied ideas from other authors, transformed them into her own, and combined them with her own.  I suggested making a PB&J and use it as a metaphor for Mary Shelley's process.  My group gave me doubtful looks but couldn't think of anything better so we rolled with it.  And it stuck like peanut butter.

Next time you give a presentation to your class, be nice to your classmates- teach them something useful and make sure they remember it.  Do yourself a favor too and have fun with it.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Cups of Holiday Cheer: Everything You Need to Know About My Innovation Project

Although my innovation project for my AP English did not go as I had originally or evenly secondly imagined, the event was a delicious success.  But first, allow me to back up and explain the whole deal.

I live in a neighborhood that comes alive during the month of December and the early weeks of the following January.  The credit is owed to one house, a house two doors down from my own.  The house goes all out decorating with blaring Christmas lights, giant trees constructed from lights, and arches of tinsel in the driveway, all of which are flashing in sync to music.  It is quite a sight to see and hundreds do each night of the "light show."

So thinking like a businesswoman, I decided to use this multitude of people as my consumer base.  I figured the only thing this wild show was missing was a toasty cup of hot chocolate.  Along with the help of my little sister and the support of my parents, a plan developed.  My sister and I were going to sell cups of hot chocolate from our driveway to those who came to enjoy the lights.

The next step was to pitch my idea to the class, a step that was successful same as the following steps.  Before I even gave my presentation, a Make a Wish board member asked me if I had decided where I was going to donate all my profits.  When I told him that I had not, he threw me a smile and said, "Make a Wish loves you!"

A few days later one of my basketball teammates, who also happens to be the president of Wounded Warrior Project, approached me asking if she could team up with me and use my project as a fundraiser for her project.  How could I refuse the opportunity to help veterans of my country?  So yes, I agreed and the planning picked up its pace.

We picked three nights that we were both available: the Saturday, Sunday, and Monday before Wednesday Christmas.  Foot and automobile traffic was flowing those three nights, as were the dollar bills.  We had upped our inventory to include hot apple cider and baked goods as well.

Carolyn Valentine Herzog's photo.The days leading up to the hot chocolate stand had my partner and I nervous.  Neither of us had done something like this before and we began doubting how much traffic and profits we would attract.  

Our worry was for nothing.  The first night we speculated we had collected about $30 in the three hours we worked.  We were shocked to find the actual total was $66.  The following night was even more successful.  Including a $40 donation from the house with the crazy Christmas lights, our total for the final night was the highest.

Subtracting out expenses for cocoa mix, apple cider, and mini marsh mellows, our profits came out to be $202.30.  This was all from selling baked goods for $.50 and drinks for $1.