Showing posts with label romero. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Constitution's Sister School.



“Man if I had a bunch of Afghanistan kids up in here, they would probably be being quiet and paying close attention, while you guys are goofing off”, stated Mr. Romero (one of Constitution High School’s English teachers.) The topic was brought up when discussing the fact that Constitution High School has a “sister school” in Afghanistan. A sister school is a school is a school that is closely related to another. We use the word sister instead of brother because brothers fight, while sisters usually have closer relationships. Wondering where your sister school is I bet? But anyway, our school will be exchanging articles with our sister school in Afghanistan. I was a little worried about the idea so I interviewed a student and a teacher to get their views on it. I also had an advantage because on Friday, March 13th, 2009, a man from Afghanistan came to our school, showed us pictures and told us information about the country.

When interviewing Mr. Romero, I asked how he felt about writing to Afghanistan and boy did he have tons to say! It seemed as if he was very excited about the situation due to his tone. He said that he likes that fact that our school is doing something new because we have never communicated to a school out of the country before, so this is a first. One quote that was pretty funny was “I am very excited to write articles, which is sort of like a lost art form.” I was like wow!

Nicole Golden, a tenth grade student at Constitution High School stated that she loved this whole idea. She totally supported the fact that we would be exchanging articles with the school in Afghanistan. One quote said, “Its nice because they get to walk in the shoes of an American, as well as we are to.” This meaning that they get to learn a little something about us but at the same time, we are learning about them. This is really a great experience because we are reaching across the world to another school and learning about what goes on over there.

Although us Americans may not look the same as those from Afghanistan or any other country, we are alike just as much as different. When listening to a speaker from Afghanistan, a lot was learned on my part. One way that we are alike is because we both use the websites blogger and twitter to communicate. As far as school, we are very different because when Nasim (man from Afghanistan) showed us pictures of the children in school, I felt bad. They had no chairs so they had to sit on the floor. Us American students are very lucky because we have a good support system for our school. Nasim quoted, “We cherish our education”, which I find interesting because the average student comes to school and goofs off.

One day, I see myself standing in front of a bunch of foreigners and them looking at me like I’m crazy. When this does happens, I will always remember the day Nasim came to our school and talked to us about his country.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Spring of Life.

Have you ever been torn between a decision of either having fun or being bored? Well, in my lifetime I have been in numerous amounts of these situations but I’ve always chosen “having fun” over “being bored.” I know you’re thinking “so what” or “duh” but the twist to this situation is that for every action there is a reaction. One’s interpretation of having fun may not be fun or amusing to someone else. Wondering what this has to do with anything right? This is all leading up to the seasons of life, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring is my season, meaning I have a light load on my shoulders and so much of my life ahead of me. My attitude, responsibilities and choices play a big role in my season of life. Enjoyment with this essay is guaranteed.

For one, my attitude plays a big part in my stage of life. My maturity isn’t quite fully developed to the point where I can control my anger. “He say, she say” stuff still catches my attention and I still get in many fights. Little things like the continuous tapping of a papermate pencil irritate me to the point where I go crazy! One day I was walking down the street around my neighborhood when a girl walked up to me trying to start trouble. Me being me. fed into her little plan and got into a huge fight with her. But hey, that’s just me.

Lucky me! To have little to no responsibility. How many teens do you know get allowance without even doing any chores? If any, add one more to your list, me! Don’t really mean to brag but I have no job, no bills to pay, no children to provide for and don’t have to buy any groceries. Can pretty much say, “I got it made.” Don’t have to worry about anything because when I go home I know I can just sit back, watch a little television, get on myspace if I want and eat until the refrigerator is empty. One time, my mother asked me to do the dishes. I asked her if it was “April Fools Day” and laughed. My mom was speechless because she knew that she couldn’t get mad due to the fact that she spoiled me pretty much my whole life.

Last but not least, my choices! Choices, choices and more choices! Never gets old. Like I mentioned in my introduction, everyone has a different reaction to things. Being me, my choices and reactions aren’t really thought out before done. Consequences involved? Ugh, who cares, I just want to have fun! The only time I really think about my choices is when it has something to do with hurting someone. Hurting people isn’t really my twist and I can sort of relate to Lizabeth from “The Marigolds” with this topic. When Lizabeth’s brother was throwing stones at Miss Lottie’s fence, she had a chance to join in but she didn’t. Her decision had something to do with her kind-heartedness. She didn’t want to hurt Miss Lottie.

Don’t lie, you know this essay was the bomb! Here I go bragging again, but I can’t help but state the obvious! Spring of life is where I stand due to my attitude, responsibilities and choices. Give me two more years or so, I’ll be more mature and probably in my summer of life. So, what’s your season?