INCIDENT A few months ago, a child named Hajile Lutz decided to show off some drawings of hers to her friends. This child, still a sixth-grader, was always thinking her ideas weren’t good enough. She would look at someone else’s ideas, characters, and story, in general, and she would think the person was brilliant. That they were greater than her, in more ways than she could say. So once day, Hajile decided to make a story. She was drowning in ideas she had, the ones she didn’t have the confidence to write. She wrote about four kids. Four kids playing a game. What harm could that do? However, easily-influenced Hajile made a mistake. She thought a scene from something she saw was perfect. It was perfect in every way her scene’s weren’t. So she brought it over. She tweaked it, that’s true, tuned it to her story like it was a …show more content…
car. Then the person found her story. How could they find her? Barely no one knew of her, did someone snitch? Complain? But the person with the original scene found young Hajile. But she didn’t know this yet. The student was enjoying a school day, a day to be spent with friends. When she returned, her face lit up to see many people talking to her. Talking about her story. She happily ignored a journal from the original creator. Young, ignorant Hajile thought her story caused them much glee, and was praising her. It would help her self-esteem, at the least. But it didn’t. Three people telling her not to copy. Three comments that had her trying to convince them that she didn’t mean it. She wanted to just reference. How was she copying? Then she, this child, decided to see what that journal she looked over was. She read it once, she read it twice. A journal all about her copying this other person. How? She didn’t intend to, if this was a subconscious thing her mind decided. They said she copied the first four pages. But she didn’t, the first three pages were a tradition for the type of story she wrote, a habit, a necessity. But when she scrolled down, people were just sympathetic with this person. They talked about how it was shameful. About how she probably just took it to Photoshop. However, what they didn’t know was that Hajile made it herself. She spent a good hour spriting all the characters, making them, shaping them. But that was all thrown out the window by an accusation. Eventually, the person and their moirail [Which, more or less, is just platonic soulmates. Platonically.] came up to her and shouted about how she copied, and that she was horrible for doing that. One person even said that they hoped that the person Hajile supposedly copied would get revenge on her.
Another person said that they wish several characters were real-- so they could attack, and potentially kill, this young child. All she did was make a gif about their character looking between their arms, confused. That was all she did and why was everyone so mad? She looked back at the journal. Until now, Hajile will never realize how adamant, how naive, how ignorant that person was. Why was she claiming she stole her character? Oh, why it was because Hajile’s character was smiling. Their eyes shined and they had short hair. However, their hair was completely different. All Hajile wanted to do was make a character with a headband. Hajile knew this, however, at the time. That if she gave her character long hair, this person would still say that she copied, because the person has another character, one with long hair. RESPONSE (CHOICE) Desperate for people to understand that she didn’t mean it, she said the same thing to everyone who commented. That it wasn’t intention and that she’s sorry. She sorry and she repeated that line over and
over. She’s sorry her character looks like the other person. She’s sorry she wanted to reference another person’s story. She’s sorry she even decided to post the story on the internet. But, eventually, it became too much, because now Hajile knew. She knew that, now, a select few of individuals hated her, they had no intention to interact with her because someone more or less copyrighted shining eyes and a smile. That no one could have short hair. Amidst this whirlwind of emotions, Hajile did the only thing she could. She erased her character’s existence. She deleted page after page of her story, her character never to be known by newer people. She erased the pages on her main computer, from any reference sheets she had, any drawings, everything. No evidence of this character remained. Hajile was sad-- she was angry-- she didn’t know what to do. So she drew. She drew of another character, angry that these rabid fans wished her dead. But when she told about it, those two people laughed. They laughed about how she was overreacting, that she brought it upon herself. So young Hajile apologized. She could never win fights. She never did, so she simply said that the character was gone, that the character and the pages would never be found. The person was glad that the character they thought was a copy was gone. But Hajile wasn’t as glad. She felt lonely. She felt like she didn’t belong. So Hajile didn’t post any pages. She didn’t want to risk it again. But when she continued the story, it wasn’t circled around her character. The main character was this boy, who was supposed to be friends with the original character. REFLECTION Months pass after the incident, and while Hajile can believe the person got over it, Hajile herself cannot. Everytime she makes a new character, she becomes afraid. She’s afraid someone will tell her that it looks like someone else's, and that she stole. Hajile was afraid of showing her work, to make new characters, to continue the story. She paused it, she didn’t do anything. She just went to school and back. No new characters, no new stories, all dismissed because it might be copying. One day, Hajile went back to the computer, she picked up a pencil and drew. She drew another page to the story, even with all motivation to continue it gone. She kept going, no matter how crazy the story went, no matter how long the pauses in between the pages were. She kept drawing the story. But then it stopped. Hajile checked the other person’s story, the one who screamed at her. It was still there, the evidence of a her so-called ‘wrong-doing’ was still there and it still hurt. Fear hidden bubbled up, and Hajile clicked out of the person’s page, she deleted the whole story. Each and every character had been saved, however, they were changed, changed to fit into a story that couldn’t be claimed. A story with absolutely no plot, that just went as they pleased. And Hajile was happy.
“Fiction is the truth inside the lie” (Stephen King). Figment of imagination helps improve brain connectivity and responsibilities which enables the brain to escape to a world of illusion. In a world of imagination students explore conflicts within the book. Anecdotes play a significant role in building the strategies used to deal with real world events. Ink and Ashes by Valynne E. Maetani, discusses how mistakes from the past has an impact on your life and may alter your future. Books intended to be read so that we as people can have a different mindset and perspective on things rather than just our own.
The purpose of this story was to illustrate the importance of how people view themselves and their abilities.
“A person’s a person, no matter how small.” This lovely quote was spoken by a brilliant mind we all know today as the children’s book writer, Dr. Seuss. When someone mentions his name, we all immediately think, “Oh! The children's book writer!” but what we fail to recognize is that Seuss was shaping the minds of us and millions of other children to find the best in people, be a better person and to agree with equality.
Every Sunday, Miss Brill looked forward to a wonderful day in the park. There, she would secretly dive into the lives of the surrounding human beings, taking in each of their words and actions and creating a fantasy world all of her own that she was sure she belonged in, but she was mistaken. Her fantasy world does crumble, and Miss Brill, the protagonist in the short story, “Miss Brill” by Katherine Mansfield, soon finds herself in reality. Miss Brill can be clearly seen as a flat, yet dynamic character, as can be portrayed through her thought transformation.
At this point of the story it is reflective of a teenager. A teenager is at a time in life where boundaries and knowledge is merely a challenging thing to test and in some instances hurdled. Where even though you may realize the responsibilities and resources you have, there is still a longing for the more sunny feelings of youth.
Born on October 12, 1949 to Sam and Marilyn Leibovitz, in the small city of Waterbury Connecticut. Her Mother was a dancer who had traveled the world and her father an officer in the Air Force, who coincidentally worked at one time in the fashion industry. Her mother also had a strong fascination in documenting their family’s travels in photos this is where she thinks her love for photography sparked. Leibovitz graduated from High school in late 1966, she then moved to the Philippines where her father had been re-stationed.
In the 1950’s, young Jack Wolff struggles to find himself and his place in society as he and his mother travel across the country; running away from hostile situations, towards the hope of a better life. Tobias Wolff graces readers with his unforgettable memoir of boyhood, This Boy’s Life and gives insight into what goes into writing a good book. As one turns the pages of the novel they discover with every passing chapter that Wolff is a gifted author who has the unique, inane ability to tell a compelling story that leaves readers with something that they can hold onto forever. Although there are no set criteria for what distinguishes a good book from any other, This Boy’s Life fulfills many requirements for what makes a book great. The book has relatable characters that a reader is able to empathize with, it challenges and evolves the point of view of a reader, and it leaves the reader hoping for a sequel so that they do not have to leave the story behind.
rather than to create it herself?” ― Anaïs Nin. In the novel, Their Eyes Were
For instance the description that the brain was, “pop-pop-popping “portrays the sensation that the brain is plastic; hence, it can be expanded through knowledge and perseverance. Also, the author cleverly uses the phrase, “I never knew a poet person” to emphasize lack of knowledge leads to false perceptions of reality. Jack uses the absolute word “Never” to describe his feeling. If one never thinks about the endless possibilities of success, then they will become their own culprit. The articulate, yet simple language of the author adds rich content to the story making it more relatable to all age groups. The novel instills the value of hope in readers. It encourages readers not to fear the unknown. Indeed with a growth mindset, one can beat the odds and live a meaningful
The American system of education is considered to be one of the most progressive in the world. One of the surveys on attitudes toward teaching around the world found that the United States is unique in its strong emphasis on "good teaching." My experience at State College has helped me to understand better how this system works, and what methods and techniques American teachers use to motivate their students for creative and active learning. However, I can also see that this system doesn’t work perfectly in every classroom. Reading Ernest Boyer’s article “Creativity in the Classroom” helped me with my understanding of the main problem that nowadays exists with the American college education system. According to the author, the problem is that teachers and students don’t see each other as one team doing the same business; therefore, in most classrooms the process of learning becomes a boring procedure instead of being mind-blowing. Moreover, reading this article, I could analyze the reasons of this problem that the author identifies through my own experiences at State College.
Fairy tales are one of many ways to teach young children how to behave when they grow up. It teaches them to follow their dreams and express themselves. Fairy tales affect children's developing brains in the strangest ways. They inspire children to be and act like heroes. The options are endless. Children can be anything they want to be. Little girls can be beautiful princesses and little boys can be fearless princes. Imaginations run wild. The entire world is in their hands. But as they run away with their imaginations of magnificent lions and legendary wizards, their innocence diminishes because of the brutality displayed. The reality is that fairy tales aren't as sweet as we think they are. For this reason, parents are doubtful about reading fairy tales to their children. As society shift towards a era of fairy tales...
The characters in this book are very round. They each have their own story and have their own problems in life. Let’s start ...
“Yeah. She’s like- a retard!” again, they looked like hyenas, laughing their heads off as they walked away leaving me totally confused. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with Dani, but there was a large part of me that just had to listen to the big kids because they were always right.
...same time, that Sterne selects the materials of his mosaic work with so much art, places them so well, and polishes them so highly, that in most cases we are disposed to pardon the want of originality, in consideration of the exquisite talent with which the borrowed materials are wrought up into the new form.
Since we are born we have imagination and as we grow up this imagination may increase or decrease. Creativity strongly relies in our imagination. Depending on different circumstances people learn to express their creativity openly while other people close themselves and believe they do not have creativity. Creativity is a natural talent that every single human has. Creativity can be used to solve a complex problem in a different manner or just to find innovative ways to have fun. Creativity is thinking out of the box. Even though creativity cannot be taught from scratch there should be a class that is specific for creativity.