masterpiece essay

                                                 

                       Masterpiece Essay

     Through this entire process that I started long ago a lot has taken place. WhethI've  it was buying into the how class was being run or just me not wanting to work. It was and still is a process. And in the time I've spent in this class this year I've had to adapt to the disfigured landscape.  Many things go into this class, it's give and take. From being colleagues to passion and evaluating how you have done to just changing your habits.
     Changing for anyone isn't easy and is usually unwelcomed. There were times this year where I had to change my motivation.
I'm still unsure if it did in fact benefit me in any way, other than me not failing the class. In any class you take the whole point is to steadily improve as the year goes on. When it comes to this I think when it comes to reading, writing And thinking I'm probably still in the same place. I'm in the same place not because of not getting better but because of a inept ability to figure out if I have in fact improved. I'm sure I've gotten a tad better in the three above categories but they weren't huge leaps and bounds.
     One of the more perplexing elements to the class is that everyone is a colleague. Which is highly unusual since that is not how any other class works. This means trust was a huge part of the learning process. And many times throughout the year the trust was questioned. But the class kept moving on since faith was somehow restored. When it comes to figuring out if I earned this trust certain instances come to mind. I think one of  the only times I didn't really honor it was probably half way through the year. Which did carry on into the coming months following winter break. During that time I really didn't feel like doing anything in this class or any other one. Eventually I had to turn that around and actually do work again which I did and all was good.
     Finding your passion for something this year was one of if not the main focus. It seemed like many people struggled with this to some degree at one point or another. I definitely didn't know what I was passionate about through the entire year. I'm still a bit unsure what I an passionate about. I liked what I did my masterpiece project on which was short stories I'm just not sure if I'm passionate about it. In all likelihood I'll probably won't continue on with it for whatever reason going forward. I guess I'll eventually find something I'm passionate about but it's just a matter of when and what.
     Reflecting on the presentations of the past two weeks that I've witnessed there were a lot of different qualities to them. The most obvious one was how each person spoke about there topic. This isn't the fairest  way to break each one down. Especially since it depended on how each person was comfortable speaking in front of the class. But it was pretty obvious who was all in on their tooic. The main one that comes to mind is when Jacob presented his topic on Friday. You could tell by the way he spoke about his entire journey that happened through this year that he enjoyed it.
     When it comes to answering the call of this year I would say I did what I needed to do. I didn't go over and beyond, I rarely do that in any situation. For most of the year I just didn't do what I needed to. But I did turn that around when I needed to do so. One thing that came up that I already knew about myself is my lack of motivation that happens now and again through every school year. I just have to figure out how to minimize this. Not let it happen in huge gaps.
     This class was unusual in the way it works. It probably would've been easier if I just had bought into it earlier on. But I'll take what I've learned in this class and try to apply them elsewhere.

164 Barred's Way

He stands there waiting,  waiting for his train. His senses then begin to heighten. Every foreign noise whether internal or external permitting from inside him. The ever changing wind that passes by him switches from cold to hot then back again.  The dull  colors become vibrant,  every variation of color becoming noticeable.  His thoughts are clouded, it's his train. His vision becoming distorted,  images becoming bent. Bent by him. "I wonder if it will be like everyone says" he whispers to himself. "What if it's worse?" he utters. "What if it's better? If there's a possibility of it being worse than it can also be better." As the cool breeze hits his face, a sudden sense of euphoria lays itself upon him. With a brief look of relief on his face he began to get nervous about what was to come. Compared to the things he did before, this should be a calm-walk. He can see the smoke of the train in the distance and the closer it got, the more nervous he became. He glanced down "164 Barred's Way" was engraved into his forearm. He nodded and looked back up, the train roaring even closer now. "I hope she knows where to look," he says to himself as he stares down the oncoming train. With the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach growing he stuck out his left arm and waited. Before he knew it the train had come and all nervousness and feeling had been lost. He was free

Mars One - Launch date 7-8-1

Approximately two weeks after the crash...
She put a finger to his lips "stop" she said "we shouldn't."
"..."
"No! You're crazy!"
Her once well nourished body is now a decrepit bag of bones. As she staggers through the stream of blood, corpses lie in her wake. Nearly falling as she kneels down she picks up the arm of her now deceased captain.
"Do you promise you won't mind"? She whispers as she slowly lifts the rotting limb to her mouth.
"..."
"Okay, but remember, this was your idea."
She opens her mouth and the flesh connects with her teeth. Without hesitation she takes a chunk out of the limb as if it were an apple. The smell putrid, the texture coriaceous, the taste outré. She starts chewing like she's never chewed before until she gets to the bone. She whispers, "Thank you" and waits for a response.
There is nothing.

masterpiece interviews

When talking to people about their masterpieces there was a lot of I'm focusing on this followed by a slight hesitation when asked what exactly what they were doing. The confusion part that was there makes sense especially when it comes to this masterpiece.

beginnings

The masterpiece hasn't been serving a purpose.
 I'm not really sure how it's supposed to.

design

Physically just leave as is, when it comes to the classroom. Structurally, guidance along with with just brief status reports. Culturally,  seems pretty solid nothing drastic needs to happen drastic change would probably hinder progress.

parental involvement is overrated

There's nothing worse than an overbearing parent, especially when it comes to school. And usually the longer it goes on the worse it can get, since the stakes get higher. It seems that the older the kid gets the more the parent(s) should begin to ease off. But in most cases this doesn't happen. There are multiple reasons why this may not take place as it should.  Whether it's the parent(s) that wants the kid to succeed at a high rate. Maybe even that it seems to the parents that it feels like the right thing to do. There just needs to be a certain line to be drawn. It's already bad enough that you have this kid who is growing up and trying to figure things out for themselves but when you add the possible pressure the parent(s) can add it can get hectic. Every parent wants there child to succeed that's a given, it just wouldn't hurt if it was done with a little more distance in certain instances.