In class Lacy had us read about revision. In my day book I wrote a little bit about what revision means to me. I think revision means different things to different people. To me, it means getting a re-do. Whether is has to do with, rewriting something, or someone letting you fix a mistake. Without revision, we wouldn't learn from our mistakes. If we lived a life where we couldn't change our minds, who would we be? We would be miserable, and have no hope in ourselves. We get to live a life where we can change careers, or our nail polish, or the classes we take. Can you imagine how awful life would be if we just chose one, and had to live with that choice forever? We would be far from free. I love when teachers let me have a few rough drafts, and they help me make them better along the way. Sometimes you need a help to revise something, some advice maybe. I always find it easier to ask for advice from someone who went through whatever it is I'm going through, so you don't have to make the same mistake they did, and then there is no need for more revision. Some people may think they are a failure because they did their paper wrong the first time, or they made the first decision wrong, but thats not true. The truth is that because they made a mistake, and get to have a "re-do" they will learn from it and will know for next time. It makes people more well rounded when they make mistakes. No one in this world is perfect, and no one in this world will ever be perfect. Except Channing Tatum.. well at least he is perfect LOOKING. haha
On September 11th 2001, many people experienced many different things. I was so young, that I'm surprised I even remember it so clearly. I was in first grade, and I remember my dad was on a trip for work, so me and my brothers were staying with my mom. It was a normal school day for me until my mom picked me up around 10 am. I could tell something was wrong, but I figured she didn't want to tell me because I was young and "wouldn't understand". We got my brothers and went back to my moms house. The news was on and I was in shock by what I was seeing. The huge pretty towers in new york were crumbling to the ground. The towers my dad had showed me the year before and told me how him and his friends would race up the stairs. The towers I saw every time I drove over the "big bridge" on my way home from the airport. Maybe I was to young to understand everything, but I wasn't to young to realize something very bad was going on. I remember thinking I have never seen anything like what I was seeing on the news. It looked like a fake action movie filled with explosions. I didn't understand why "bad people" flew planes into towers with hundreds of americans in them. I called my grandma in New York to make sure my family was okay. They live about an hour and a half from the city. Everyone was fine but scared. No one knew if the terrorists had planned anything else for this horrible day.
Now that I am older and DO understand what happened on 9/11, I can't help but to think about all the people who lost loved ones on this day, and all the people who are muslim, or middle-eastern and are being treated with disrespect because "their people" did this. It is no ones fault but the terrorists. They made a very bad name for middle-easterers in America. I remember an old neighbor I had in Ohio, who had to be home schooled because her and her family were being harassed. No one deserves to be treated wrongly because of the way they look. September 11th 2001, changed the history of America forever.
(here is a website me and my friend made for a project in 8th grade. http://sept11.weebly.com/)
In class Lacy asked us to think about our writing experiences. our assignment was to think of our writing history and make a time line of the things that impacted us the most. I started to think of my writing history and realized I have really been writing all my life! I remember when I couldn't type on a computer, and look at me now! :) Middle school is when I actually became a decent writer. As I was making the timeline I thought of soo many memories of not just writing but life. Thinking about my 7th grade english class made me realize how much I loved my teacher! I took the practice test at the beggining of the year and got a 1 out of four. By the end of the year I got a 3 almost a 4! She helped me become such a better writer. I have never had such a good relationship with a teacher until her. I wouldn't just go to her about writing, I would go to her for advice, or just to talk. I hope I can get in contact with her and have lunch one day. I don't think she knows how much she has helped me become a better writer.
In class we had to try and remember our childhood neighborhood. I've lived in many different places so I just chose the neighborhood I liked the most, and the one I was most familiar with. This neighborhood was in Huntington Beach California, the most beautiful place I have ever been. After remembering our neighborhood, we had to write. Not necessarily about the neighborhood, but whatever we felt after drawing that picture. I began to think about my crazy older brother and all the crazy things he use to do with us.
When I think about times like this one I feel like I'm in a dream, or almost like it didn't happen. Childhood memories are very odd, because your brain decides to only remember the things that has influenced you the most, or made the biggest impact on your life. I honestly couldn't tell you much more about that year, or what year this even was exactly. I can tell you that when I think back on this day I feel like I'm watching a movie. I can see and feel how excited me and my brother Ashton were to play a game with Aram. A simple game made us so happy and filled with joy. It's not fair that life isn't like that when you get older. I wish I was still a child sometimes, so I could just be in my own world and not have to worry about school, work, money, or responsibility. Adults did everything for you as a child, they thought for you, dressed you, made your dinner, everything was taken care of. I may think I wish I could be a child, but at least when I'm a parent I can play along and get to act like a child again. I can't wait for that amazing journey!
Now that I am older and DO understand what happened on 9/11, I can't help but to think about all the people who lost loved ones on this day, and all the people who are muslim, or middle-eastern and are being treated with disrespect because "their people" did this. It is no ones fault but the terrorists. They made a very bad name for middle-easterers in America. I remember an old neighbor I had in Ohio, who had to be home schooled because her and her family were being harassed. No one deserves to be treated wrongly because of the way they look. September 11th 2001, changed the history of America forever. 