Extra Credit

Homework 9/23/10

antebellum-
The book is set in an antebellum time period.

bellicose-
The man was arrested due to his bellicose attitude.

belligerence-
The belligerence in the man's actions scared the children.

rebellion-
The students started a rebellion.

pacify-
The army worked to pacify the enemy.

pacifist-
The pacifist worked to stop the war.

pact-
Both sides of the war worked to create a pact.

appease-
It was difficult to appease the fussy baby.

What is Reading...

1. Eye movements reveal certain characteristics of a person’s reading skill.


2. The eyes will only take in as much as the mind can understand.

3. Poor readers will have a narrow eye-voice span because they are reading word by word.

4. Consonant sounds are more important than vowel sounds in word recognition.

5. Reading is a complex combination of physical, mechanical, and mental processes.

Autobiographical Narrative

Jennifer

Autobiographical Narrative Final Draft

Ms. Priester

English 10 Q1

7/16/10

My Biggest Decision

I was going to do it. I thought I knew what I was doing. I wanted to die and I was going to. I had it all planned out. The only thing I hadn’t planned on was someone saving me. My mom had always been abusive and it had gotten to the point where I could not take it anymore. I was afraid of my mom, I still am. But when it got to the point where I had to make a choice, I was more afraid than I had ever been.

I was walking to school, thinking, today was the day I was going to do it. I went through the school day in a daze, and come sixth period, I was eager for the end of the day; for my escape. When, towards the end of the period, I was pulled out of class, I was afraid. Had someone found me out? When I got to the office, there was a social worker waiting for me. Someone had told, just not about my suicide plans. They had told on my mom. Looking back now, I could have lied. I could have told the worker that everything was fine, go home, and carry out my plans. But that had not come to mind at the time. I just told the truth. I told them everything that had happened; the way I was treated, and, to tell the whole story, what I was going to do that day. When I told her that final detail, and showed her the notebook in which I had written the specifics, she believed my story. Both school and city police were brought in and I had to repeat my story. After an hour or two of questioning, I was taken to Palomar Hospital, and from there I was taken to Mesa Vista Hospital. I was only beginning to see the enormity of what I had just done.

My stay at Mesa Vista lasted a week. It was really weird for me being in a mental hospital. My friend had been there before, but I felt out of place. Everyday, my father and my grandmother came to visit me. That didn’t make me any more comfortable. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad to have them around, but I was not used to their presence. My mom had always kept me from them and I did not know them all too well. Still, it made me feel a little bit better about my current situation. They made me feel as if I was not completely alone. My roommates helped too. They were involved in completely different situations, but they were normal teenagers. People who had normal problems, just escalated. I saw a psychologist daily and the day before I left he told me that the next day, my mom would be taking me to YMCA Oz, a transitional group home that was meant to prepare teens leaving the hospital for returning to their homes. My stay at Oz was going to be two weeks long.

I was afraid that day. It was the first time I had seen my mom since I had left her house. My fears were useless. Through the entire drive from Kearny Mesa to Oceanside, my mom did not say a word to me. Through the interview process and moving my stuff into the house, she never even acknowledged my presence. I was grateful for that. Then she left, and I was alone again. I did not miss her when she left, it was just the sense of familiarity that I wanted. Even though I was not alone at Oz, I was isolated. No one wanted to be around me, and sadly enough, I was okay with that. I accepted it. I welcomed it. I had spent all of my life on my own so it was nothing new. I had therapy with my mom once a week and both sessions included my mom yelling, threatening to kill herself, then her walking out. When my two weeks were up, I knew I could not go back. Once I had told the social worker about my home life three weeks earlier, I knew I could not go back. At the end of my residence at Oz, when my mom came to pick me up, I refused to go with her.

When I refused to go home, I was taken to an assessment center where I spent an afternoon filling out surveys regarding my mental health and my past with my mother. At the end of the day, I was taken to Casa de Amparo, a group home in Oceanside at the Mission San Luis Rey. When I arrived at Casa, I had been out of the home for three weeks . At this point, I was used to being out of the house. It was good that I was getting adjusted because I knew that I would never be going back. By now, I was actually set on moving in with my dad in Kearny Mesa. During my stay at Casa, I was given the opportunity to tour San Pasqual Academy. Although I had not been able to form my own opinion of SPA, my roommate despised the place. Based on her idea of where my social worker was trying to get me to go, I started out with a biased outlook. When I took the tour, I viewed everything in a negative manner, only because my roommate gave me the idea that SPA would not be a place where I could be happy. After the tour, I was dead set against going there. A representative from V and Daughters, a group home in Mira Mesa, came to interview me and because I was so against going to SPA I decided to go to this new group home. I had spent only two months in the foster care system when I moved.

I spent only two weeks at V and Daughters. There were three other girls in my house and one of them did whatever she could to upset me. I was miserable there and it was not just my home life that was depressing me. School was much worse. I hated the school so much that I only attended one day, and by the end of that day, I was crying. I had never been the new kid in my life, and the first time that I was I could not handle it. I hadn’t ever felt so hopeless. Because I was so unhappy I decided I had to get out and I finally agreed to go to San Pasqual Academy.

Upon my arrival at SPA I was again afraid. This was my third placement since I had entered the system, but this time was different. Both of my prior residencies were small places with just a couple of kids. SPA is a large campus with over one hundred students, and I did not know anyone. It was Mira Mesa High all over again. Eventually, though, I made a couple of friends and began to feel comfortable here. I have therapy and three times I had conjoint sessions with my mom. Those were the worst hours I had experienced since leaving the home. In the last one, my mom told me that “she never wanted anything to do with me again” and that if I were to show up on her doorstep in twenty years to introduce her to her grandchildren she would tell me to “go the hell away.” Other than my mom’s increased hostility towards me, I’ve been relatively happy since I came to SPA.

My decision to leave my mom was the best thing that I have ever done for myself. This experience has changed my entire life. It may have taken away everything that was familiar to me, but it gave me a whole new way of living. It has also changed my outlook on everything. In the beginning, I had been afraid, afraid that I was making a mistake. Although I was afraid that I may have made a mistake, I was more afraid that I had made the right choice; afraid that for once I was in control of my own life.

Final Check In Letter

Dear Ms. Priester,

Prior to coming to this class, I kind of had a negative experience in my English classes. I did not do much work and because I didn't really care about it. I failed tests and I didn't turn in work. Once I was in foster care I realized that I need to care about my school work. I started really working hard and actually working up to my potential. Prior to coming to this class I had only a basic understanding of English and Language Arts. Throughout 9th grade I was a horrible English student. I literally did nothing. The only things that I even attempted to do were the easy little things that interested me. One of my biggest problems was essays. I hated essays with a passion. I was weird in the way that I actually was learning in class, I just didn't show it. I payed attention in class, I just didn't turn in any work. In the beginning of my sophmore year, I was starting to care about my work. I started to work harder to turn in assignments. Still, I had a problem with procrastinating. I paid even more attention in class and I did whatever I could to make sure my assignments were turned in on time.

I don't know exactly what changed but when I left my home in 2009 I started to not only work harder but also to actually care. When I came to San Pasqual Academy and I realized hat I wouldn't be returning to my school, Escondido High School. I think that when I realized this, I knew that I needed to leave my old life behind me, especially my slacking ways. I saw being here as a new opportunity to start over. I became concerned with my future. I knew that I was a crucial part in my education and that if I didn't care about it, why should anyone else? I wouldn't get help if I didn't ask for it and it wasn't even that I needed help with the work; I needed help with myself.

Indirectly, through this class I have learned to care. Through your difficult curriculum I have learned that I really need to push myself if I want to succeed. I want to say thank you for all that you have taught me and that I will miss your class next year, whether I remain her at SPA or I move in with my dad.

-Jennifer Morris

I Could Have Stopped This

She was on this street (Stanley Avenue) because she came to my house to walk to school with me. If only I had been home, I could have been with her. If only I had called her like I had planned on doing. The only reason I didn't call her was because I was stupid and lazy and I didn't want to walk up the hill to her driveway. There are so many ways I could have prevented what happened and I hate myself for not doing what I could have. I was being a bad friend because we had been fighting over something and I that's another reason why I didn't call her, because I was being stubborn and close-minded. She had even told me once that she didn't want to walk alone. I always called her to walk with her and, if I had that day, it's possible that none of this would have happened. If I had called she wouldn't have walked up our street to my house and she never would have been in John Gardner's path.

I Dunno...

I don't really know why I feel this way, but I'm starting to really miss my old life. I definately don't miss the way my mom treated me but I miss everything else that used to be normal for me. Most of all I miss my friends. Because of my mom, I didn't see much of them but I saw them at school and I would sneak phone calls to them. They weren't the best relationships on my part, thanks to my mom, but my friends kept me sane.
I also really miss my school and all the people there. At Escondido High School I had this one teacher, from my freshman year, that I was really close to. It's really funny because his name is Mr. Strange. But he was a great teacher and he really helped me a lot as a student and as a person in general.
Like I said, I don't miss the way my mom treated me but I miss her. Regardless of how she made me feel, being around her was normal and routine. Even after almost nine months of being out of her home, I'm still not entirely used to her absence in my life.
I know I sound entirely ungrateful for the life I have now but I'm not. I am perfectly content with the way things are now... I just wouldn't mind if I could incorperate both lives into one, without losing anything. =/

APA Format

APA is a specific way to format your paper. This format's requirements include double-spaced 10-12 point font, 1" margins and times new roman font. In APA format there is also a specific way to site sources. The first time that you site your resources in your text, you must list the author's name and the year of publication. If your information was found on a specific page, you can also state the page number you found it on. There are many ways that a source can be written in a text. Some ways are that if you have multiple authors or that there is no author at all. You must credit your resources whether you use a direct quote or you paraphrase.

TWLOHA

Recently, I've been very interested in To Write Love on Her Arms. TWLOHA is a non-profit organization that works to fight depression, suicide, self-mutilation and drug abuse. They strive to provide resources to help people suffering with these issues. Their vision statement says, "The vision is hope, and hope is real." To Write Love on Her Arms is widely sopported by the music industry.

I Have No Life...

Last weekend, on Saturday, I went on a day pass with my Grandpa Jim and my dad. After my grandpa picked me up, we went to my dad's house. Whenever I would go to my dad's house I would always borrow his phone to text people. As I normally did, I asked my dad if I could steal his phone. He told me that he couldn't find it. Then, he went into his room and brought out a new cell phone, handed it to me, and said, "Here use your own damn phone. Happy Birthday." I was so excited that my dad got me a cell phone for my birthday. But, as I said, I have no life. Since I got the phone, I have been having trouble staying off of it. I've wanted to get another phone for a long time, but now that I have one, I think I'm addicted to it.

Prom and Stuff

          On 4/29/10, our prom was held at the Hotel Grand Del Mar. Although there was so much hype on campus about the dance, I couldnt care less. Honestly, I think that dances are overrated. The last dance I went to was my freshman Homecoming and I only went because I had to because I won Homecoming Princess. Another reasom that I didn't go to prom was that, had I not come into the system and were I still at Escondido High School, if I wanted to go to prom I wouldn't have been able to go until next year.
          On friday we had our school-wide barbeque. Much like my opinion of prom, I didn't really care for the competitions participated in by my peers. As enthusiastic as the other students were about the competitions on frieday, I had absolutely no school spirit. I don't know why but I have no passion for school functions.

"Where Have You Gone, Charming Billy?" Blabberize

Dipity Timeline

Vietnam War on Dipity.

Earthquake

Yesterday, 4/4/10, at 3:45 there was a magnitude 7.2 earthquake in Mexicali. When the earthquake occured, I was sitting at the computer. When it started, the chair started shaking and slightly rolling away from the desk. Heather and Liz were sitting on the couch talking. Heather said that she thought that someone was shaking the couch to mess with her. I got off of the computer and we looked outside the window. Everyone that was in the Girl's Rec. had filed out and they were freaking out in the courtyard of Girl's 5, 6, and 7. As we waited out the earthquake we watched as everything shook around us. Our new TV almost fell over. Now I think that it was really funny the way we were so afraid of the earthquake.

10SSO 4/2/10

I am really confused with life right now. Everything is making me really mad and I don't know why, and my Bipolar tendancies are really starting to escalate. I don't know what is going on with me, but I'm really starting to freak myself out. I am having really intense mood swings and I am just not my normal self. I just want to figure out what has happened that prompted all of this change in me. I want to be myself again. >.<

I love Coronado Island ♥

I'm getting a hamster over spring break!

Gir is Awesome!

My all-time favorite cartoon character is Gir from Invader Zim. I love Gir because Gir is insane, random and crazy. Nothing Gir ever says has anything to do with anything.

I am really scared and excited right now because I'm going on the snowboarding trip today. We are leaving this afternoon at 1:45. I looked up where we are going on Google Earth and I found out that Wrightwood, CA is about 120 miles away. I think that that is around a 3 or 4 hour drive. I already know that I'm going to fall a lot, and I'm going to come back all bruised. Regardless of the pain, I think that this weekend will be a lot of fun. :)

Random Post Time!

So, I am really scared right now because if the boy's basketball team wins their game tonight, then I am going on the snowboarding trip this weekend. I am scared because I’ve never been snowboarding before. I’m afraid that I’ll fall on my face and die. Also, tomorrow I might go to Cirque Du Soleil. I’m kind of excited but at the same time I’m not very enthusiastic about it. Instead of going, I think I just want to go into Escondido and hang out at my favorite places. I love being in Escondido because, despite my history there, I have a lot of great memories there.
Yesterday was a lot of fun. I went to starbucks and I had a giant lollipop. I got really hyper, and by the time I went to bed I had a massive headache.

10SSO 2/19/10

My week has been many things, so far. What it has been the most though is confusing. There has ben a lot going on, and a lot of drama in my life this week. I am kind of looking forward to this weekend because I need a break from school. I also am happy about the weekend because all of my friends are going on pass and I need some time to myself to think about everything that's going on. I am also looking forward to next wednesday because my mentor may be taking me to Cirque Du Soleil.

10SSO 2/17/10

When I was younger, I wanted to be a veterinarian. I used to really love animals and I wanted to do something to help other people. Over the years, I have frequently changed my mind about what I want to be. At one point, I actually wanted to be a mathematician. At that point in time, I was really obsessed with school and success. Now, when I grow up, I want to be an editor for books. I want to do this because I really love reading and writing now, and I want a job that utilizes both skills.

10SSO 2/12/10

Yesterday was the best day I have had all week. My therapist took me off campus. We picked up my best friend Jade. Sally, my therapist, took Jade and I to Panda Express. After we left Panda Express we went to Walmart and met up with another of our friends, Jesse. We spent two hours at Walmart exploring the jewelry and seasonal departments. We spent the majority of our time in the arcade trying to win little prizes. Yesterday was an especially good day because I got to see my best friend two days before the anniversary of my other best friend's disappearance.

Yesterday was fun! =D

Yesterday was a really fun day. I spent the day, afterschool, with my mentor. First, we wnt into Escondido and we went to the Del Taco right next to my old high school. I liked being there because it brought back a lot of good memories. Because it was raining, we couldn't go to the beach as planned. So after we went to Del Taco we went to the Walmart on Nordahl. I was a little scared about going there because my mom works there and I was worried I might run into her. Once I realized my mom wasn't there I relaxed and started to have exploring the familiar aisles. We ended up spending about two hours in Walmart. When my mentor brought me back I spent the rest of the night, outside in the rain, on my skateboard. I was out in front of the girls' rec with one af my house parents and i ended up falling twice. Both times I fell I landed on the same leg, in the same puddle. Aside from falling, I had a lot of fun just hanging out in the rain and goofing off. =D

My favorite kind of person is...

My favorite kind of person is the kind that always lies and betrays your trust... Really? No, no it's not. That is actually the complete opposite of my favorite type of person. Honestly, if you're going to be my friend, I want you to be someone I can count on. Someone that no matter what, will always be there for me when i really need them. I don't want a friend that always lies to me and makes promises they can't keep. Really? Who are you fooling? What's the point of keeping me around when all you do is hurt me? Are you some sick-minded person that reaps joy from my pain and humiliation?

Literary Terms Flashcards

Literary Terms Review. flashcards from j_morris on FlashcardDB.

10SSO 2/5/10

I am having an pretty bad week. All of my friends are really upset and it's starting to depress me. Also, I was panning to go to the hospital today and see my grandfather and i am no longer able to because he is going into surgery today. I'm really scared because, first of all, I don't like hospitals so it freaks me out when someone i care about has to spend time there and, second of all, he had a heart attack and im really afraid that he could die. I don't really know how i can make my week get much better.

10SSO 1/29/10

I'm kind of excited because my social worker called me this morning to tell me that I now have a CASA and that I am going to meet them today at two o'clock. It was really funny because my social worker had called my house when i was up at the cafe, and my staff must have told her where i was because i was eating breakfast, and Rob told me that I had a phone call. It was just awkward because almost everyone in the cafe was staring at me.

Rhyme Zone Poem.

Blinking back the destruction of unshed tears
It’s her thought of desolation no one hears
Oh, the memories you could find in this place
But no one dares look upon her face

The sun never shines in a place like this
Thos rays of hope faded with his bitter kiss
Oppressed memories could confess the lies
Of this broken girl who no longer tries

It’s her own little world, where no one else is let in
A secluded place where all her suffering begins


The rhyme scheme of this poem is AAAABBBBCC.

Podcast Poem Preview.

Mirror, Mirror

by PoetryKnight

Mirror, Mirror,

lie to meand show me what

I want to see,

a world untouched,

un-harmed by love,

a world not cursed,

that soars above,

a world of warmth,

not cold as ice,

a world where hearts break once,

not twice.

Mirror, Mirror,

lie to meand show me what

I wish to see,

a moonlit night,

not pouring rain,

tears cried for joy,

not cried for pain,

a peaceful life,

a brand-new slate,

a world where love

can't turn to hate.

Mirror, Mirror,

lie to me

and show me what

I hope to see,

a world where pain

cannot occur,

where tears don't make

my vision blur,

where happiness

can't drag me down,

and love won't try

to make me drown.

Mirror, Mirror,

lie to meand show me what

I pray to see,

a place where I

won't need to feel,

where time and life

are not so real,

a place where I

don't need to think,

where into death

I'll never sink.

Mirror, Mirror,

lie to me

and show me what

I know can't be,

a world where death

is not a choice

a place where I

can't hear his voice,

a world where cuts

don't bleed or scar,

where I can watch

life from afar,

a world where I

can hide away,

to die again

another day.

Now Mirror, Mirror,

lie to me

and show me what

I need to see

reflect a world

unlike my own

where what is real

is never known.

Figurative Language Games.

The best figurative language game I played tonight is Drag and Drop Metaphors, because the game helped me to understand metaphors better. In order to play this game, I had to drag the endings to metaphors to the beginning. My final score on this game was 100%. If you want to play this game, go to this link http://www.kidsonthenet.org.uk/dragonsville/metaphor1.htm.

Another enjoyable figurative language game is Fling the Teacher, because it is a game that tests yoiur knowledge of idioms, homophones, homographs, and similes. In order to play this game, I had to label the example as an idiom, a homophone, a homograph, or a simile. My final score on this game was 100%. If you want to play this game, go to this link http://www.newton.k12.ks.us/tech/fling3.html.

My least favorite figurative language game is Paint by Idiom, because it was a boring game. In order to play this game, I had to color in a picture by answering questions about the meanings of idioms. My final score on this game was 16 of 16. If you want to play this game, go to this link http://www.funbrain.com/idioms/index.html.

my winter break

My winter vacation was average. I stayed here at SPA the whole time aside from taking a few day passes with my grandparents and my father. During the break I spent a lot of time at the mall. I also spent a lot of time with my friends. For Christmas, my best friend gave me a skateboard and I spent the majority of the break teaching myself to ride it. My favorite part of the vacation was Christmas day because my dad came to visit me and I got more than what I expected. Because I didn’t really do much I would not describe my winter break as anything other than average.

never expect whats expected

today i had a great conversation with someone i thought hated me...
it taught me that i can't put thoughts into other peoples' minds and that i can't believe something that i don't know to be true.
just because you know someone and you dont talk to them doesn't mean you aren't friends...
today i found someone who cares about me, and i didn't even know it.
today was a good day ^-^