Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Red Convertible (FW)


We are finally in our last High School semester, however, like many topics, senior graduation is one of those emotional moments I've tried long and hard to keep shoved and hidden deep in my thoughts. I don't want to think about it! It's such a bitter sweet moment because all my years prior to graduation I've gone through each dreaded class praying for school to be over and now its slowly approaching and I don't even wanna grow up anymore. I usually don't allow myself to think too deeply about life after college because I know how much of an emotional wreck I am, but writing my feelings down feel less depressing. 
These past few months have raised many questions. What college should I go to? could I afford these schools? would I like it? The decision I will be making in a month or so, is a decision that could practically rule over my future. The hardest part for me has been choosing out of the pool of schools that have accepted me. I am  afraid of choosing the wrong school and ending up miserable and homesick. However, my thirst to dive in to the unknown is stronger than my pessimistic thoughts.

Another topic that saddens me is leaving behind family, friends and the one guy I hold dear to my heart. I mean I obviously intend to visit my family and friends, but leaving behind a significant other seems pretty difficult right now although  possible. It's like you go through all your years of high school imagining some type of "teenage sweetheart" love story (like that of Faith Hill and Tim McGraw's) that would continue after high school, but then senior year comes and reality smacks you HARD in the face, or maybe that was just my mom, but whatever the case, you begin to lose faith in most of the dreams you once had because you have to think "realistic". Dreams of dying your hair red and driving a red convertible car and moving to Chicago and changing your name to Natasha, all of which were dreams of an 8 year old Jaylene unaware of the limitations life had already set out to stop her. And I know you're thinking, well you still can do all of those things like dye my hair or move to Chicago, but other dreams and ideas have taken the place of those now foolish wishes.






Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Timed Writing (CRR)

Today in AP Literature we did a timed writing sample from an AP Literature exam. The prompt was to read a passage from a novel and analyze the figurative language the author used. For some reason I was surprisingly energetic and actually got my ideas down for this prompt. I think it was because I got great news that Ms. Lall was going to be absent but mostly because the passage was very interesting which helped me engage with the text.

What interested me the most about the text was that the whole entire passage was so descriptive. The passage was about a guy who was in a sledding race and was trying to make the finish line. Never once did the author say those words but somehow, anyone would visualize this image. I admired how the author was able to appeal to most of my senses by using fixed details on how the character felt. All throughout the passage I was able to feel this sense of urgency once the character approached the finish line. I felt like I was watching the climax to a movie and I was preparing to jump out of my seat.
Even though this text was just a passage from a test, I chose to write about this because I admire pieces of writing that make you feel something or actually have the capability to strip you of your attention to the world for a moment and makes the reader literally apart of their text.

 In order for a person to actually be able to feel this emotion from reading a book, however, they must find a book that would compliment their interests or beliefs. The main reason why people dislike reading is because they can't quite make that connection, or that link with their own thoughts. Forget about the fact that sometimes the text may be hard because if it is discussing something in particular that you are interested in, the words would just begin to make sense.