Goodbye!

Ill say goodbye to you but.....
But with you Ill stay
Tomorrow is only min. away
And still Ill say goodbye

My love for life has dwindled
My thoughts of you have diminished
So I must say goodbye

Yet still Ill stay
Stay in mind
stay in spirit
......Ill stay
In you

music- Jonathan

Music in a way isfood for the ears. While the vasriation may be different for others we all recieve some type of fufillment and nourishment from what we choose to listen to. I personally like to listen to all kinds of music. It's kind of weird though because when I tell people that I listen to a certain genre they are surprised because it may not be rap or the typical kind of music a black person would listen to. I would like to ask my classmates why they believe that society has created stereotypes which mark certain music types to be associated with certain ethnicities.

Why I'm Always Late or Absent

So, for one of the options we have to write about for our Senior memoir is titled "Why I..." The point of this assignment is to describe why we do what we do, usually something we like or something we're known for. At this time of the year, i'm known for my tardiness/absences, so i'm going to give you the reasons why I'm so late so you can stop asking me.

1.) I turned my alarm clock off, permanently.
2.) I stay up all night just thinking about how much I don't want to go to school in the morning.
3.) I'm never home early enough to fall asleep on Sundays... mondays, tuesdays etcs.
4.) I didn't do my homework for a certain class
5.) I didn't study for a certain test.
6.) I worked my a$$ off for a certain class and didn't feel like investing any more energy in the rest of my schedule.
& 7.) I just didn't want to.

So, when you see me in the halls ways 2 hours after a class we had together, don't ask me why I wasn't there. Thanks:)

-Brenda Samaan

Goodbye Osos-Christiana R.

The past few months, i've heard people counting down the number of days that we have left of school. Day after day the number has gotten lower and lower. Now with only a little more than a week left, people are still excited to leave a place we have all been to for the last four years. Excited to begin a life of responsibility and new possibilities along with limited certainties. This feeling of eagerness to leave has yet to reach me, in fact I don't think it ever will. I have come to really love being at Los Osos and it is hard to imagine myself not walking down those halls, running on that track, and hanging out on campas afterschool with friends. Just the other day, a teacher told me that I should be happy to graduate because it will bring about new possibilities and I said "yeah, its just possibilities, nothing is for sure, I don't like change and this is a big change".  What I have now, going from class to class seeing the same people daily, doing just about the same thing everyday; I am satsified with that. Many people are not, and I understand that too. I just hope that all those people understand that after this, its not gonna be all partying and hanging out all the time. I'ts gonna be much more than that. So, as I write all this down, let me just say, goodbye Los Osos, I will miss you, thank you for the last four years, we have had some really good times together. So class of 2011, lets remember the good times.

NASCAR....I Love You! -Christiana R.

Imagine a speedway so fierce, drivers tremble in its presence. First, visualize the track. I want you to be its fans, the aficionados in the stands. The fans are in rows of multicolored seats, rusted from years and years of wear and tear. Every seat is filled with excitement: passionate, rednecks wearing the number of their favorite driver, holding a beer in one hand and a hotdog in the other, cheering on the action. The announcers and spotters lie above. They dillgently work. As pitstops are underway, the pit crew rapidly changes tires, fills up the tank, and makes an adjustment to the car, all in 14 seconds. The cars are four wide, trading paint as they head into turn four. And, the checkered flag waves, the winning driver burnsout infront of his loyal fans in appreciation of their support. The race has ended, but is not yet over.

NASCAR is an amazing sport, I just wish that more people knew that. It is a rush of adventure every weekend. So, I wrote this in support of one of my favorite sports. NASCAR....I love you!

In my mind.

I search for your hand
A hand !
What hand?

 Guide me to my purpose!
A purpose!
What purpose?

Do I know you?
Im sure I would remember

From january
In spring
and detatched in december

Who am I?
Will I ever know
Surely not

Surely not if I keep listening to you

hmmmm

What makes you :)
-Jonathan C

Jonathan Collins

College?! I constantly find myself siting in class wondering about what is to come rather than what is presently in front of me. I know that going to college will be just like attending another school but at the same time I will be in a new environment, which is what I am dying for. I guess at some point of life you begin to feel as though you have outgrown your surroundings. Whether it's from becoming bored or beoming too familiar with your surroundings, people constantly feel as though they are begining to slip into a constricted lifestyle. While I appreciate all the learning that I have endured in high school, I really just want to move on.

Jonathan Collins: Invisible

It's crazy how in life we strive to be normal, nobody in life really ever strives to be the one that sticks out. The one who everybody sees as odd or abnormal. The world has grown accustom to a lifestyle the limits it's abiillity to grow. You would think that the world have seen by now that by allowing people to be odd intellectual thinking can begin. While I am not talking about allowing people to be crazy, I do believe that  people who are allowed to freely express and be themselves could inevitably lead to a wiser and more engaged nation.

End of Native Son

So after reading this book, it amazes me how a character with no integrity can have such a lasting influence on me when i can't relate to him. Bigger is probably the worst antagonist I've ever had to read about. Aren't we supposed to understand the rationale of his behavior and sympathize? i guess the book's deeper purpose was lost on me. If he had the personality, intelligence and integrity of Ghandi or King, i might have had some sympathy for him during his trial. However, since he bashed Bessie's face in and let her freeze to death in an air vent in the middle of winter, i could not feel sorry for him.

He has influenced me by showing me the type of ignorance and ignorant people i have to avoid.

-Brenda.

Native Son - Stephanie Kang

This is what we discussed about Native Son at our tables:

-Bigger is always seeking freedom throughout the story.

-In the end, he has to sacrifice his life for freedom.

-He dreams of equality and living the same as everyone else.

-He also seeks wealth.

-He deserved death for killing Betsy.

-Fear led to most of his actions.

I also think that Bigger can not face the truth of how wrong what he did was. The reds and Bigger keep trying to justify the choices he made when it shouldn't be.

Loyalty to...The Raiders. -Christiana R.

I am a loyal fan. No, I am not a gangster who wears your logo; nor am I a supporter of only your colors. I am a girl of strength, of heart and admiration, determination and desire - and I might even be said to be obsessed. I am loyal, understand because I will stick with you through the good times and the bad. Like man's best friend, you can see me begging for more. When others approach me, they see stupidity and ignorance, everything and anything except my loyalty.

I am tired of people always telling me, "eww Raiders, they suck". I say "actually, they don't suck, you do". I am loyal to them, they are my team, the team I stick with. I am not like others who switch teams every year based on who did well and who didn't. People should see that I am a fan of the silver and black and I am proud of it. So, Raiders, this is for you.

The Invisible Man

Yesterday, for Team Tuesday, Mrs.Elliott challenged us to take a passage from the novel Invisible Man, by Ralph Ellison, and creat a poem out of it. Writing the poem was difficult enough, but then Mrs. Elliott tells us to make a TOSTADA about our poem- that's where we ran into complications. The tostada, I learned after we completed it, was a great way to understand not only why we wrote our poem that way, but also why Ellison wrote in rhythm and how it flowed more easily because he wrote that way. Unfortunately, the tostada was turned it, so I can't really show you how it turned out but I can tell you that we learned  from our poem. We learned that this man invisible to the people around him to the degree where his emotions are almost invisible to him, as if the people who can't see him have rubbed off on him. This may not be accurate, but it is what I have extrapolated from the text.- Brenda Samaan

Jane Eyre - Stephanie

Throughout this novel, religion plays a very significant role in Jane’s personality and life. When she is only ten years old she is sent to a Christian school by her guardian Aunt Reed. Jane is excited to escape Gatesfield and go to Lowewood. She becomes friends Helen Burns who is the opposite of Jane in terms of personality and religious views but they still get along.  However, when she experiences the mental and physical abuse from Mr. Brocklehurst, her opinions change. She witnesses his hypocritical life style of which he lives in luxury, while the girls are forced to suffer. Due to his actions, many girls end up very ill, like Helen Burns who is still forgiving and humble till the end. The 8 years she stays at the school, shows in her later stern personality and yet she still keeps her spirit of independence while looking at God in her own view. Jane rejects both the righteous St. John and Rochester because she herself believes that it is wrong for her. The turning point is when Jane hears Rochester calling, “Jane, Jane, Jane!” which she finds out was a miracle. In the end, their love and spirituality bring them back together.

TOSTADA for Snow by Naomi Shihab Nye -Christiana

T. Snow by Naomi Shihab Nye. This title at first glance makes me think that the poem would be about the white purity of snow. How it represents innocence and laughter and happinness.
O. The occasion of the poem would have to be about the saddness and depression that existed at home and in order to get away from it, the kids would go outside to play in the snow so that they could get away from this pain. They did this even though the conditions that existed outside were not normal "playing outside" conditions.
S. The shift of the poem begins with "Now I think...", towards the end when the poem begins to become sad and upsetting.
T. The tone of the poem is that there is a lack of relationships going on in that family, but there is a desire for one. What she wants more than anything else is to have a good happy relationship with her family.
A. The arrangement of the poem is shone mainly in the second to last stanza when there is only two lines which show strong emotion.
D. Imagery, mataphors, analogies.
A. The ahh-ha moment of the poem would definetly be how at first glance the poem appears to be about the happiness involved with snow and how pure and simple it is. However it is actually about a disfunctional family that is struggling to find the joy of living life.

This poem really , truly touched me. I feel that this poem was written very well to depict the hardships that disfunctional families have to face every single day and how any interaction at all is a big step toward bonding. It did a wonderful job in showing how the children are the bigest victim of all, by depicting their saddness by showing how they would rather go out into a blizzard then to have to deal with the hardships at home.

Jonathan: Poem I wrote about Jayne Eyre

I live amongst those who judge without repercussions

They see and they hear yet still they reside in the same emptiness

 Searching for myself within their confinements

I’m unable to find my true definition.

The world calls my name, requesting that I limit my distinguished nature

The nature which allows me to be myself within my own boundaries

I walk alone not because being alone contributes to my individuality

Rather being amongst many confines my ability to be myself

My hair hangs to where it may

Yet you request me to denounce the uncontrollable

My heart tells me what’s wrong

My mind guides my mental stability

Sure war wages between the two

But surely the scale will reach equal measures

I look not to you to mold me with your judgmental eyes

I head no selfish warning you press upon my brow

I find no satisfaction within your false comfort

I search not within you for answers

Rather I close my eyes and begin an excavation of my deepest turmoil

Knowing within this pain lays may comfort

Lays my peace

Lays my purity

Lays me