Reflection

  After the first busy quarter and with a million of blog posts, I have taken a way to show the efforts improvements between every blog posts and I feel the more posts I have, the more new writing skills  I learn, which would lead me to success. Also, I noticed that the more blogs I write, the more favorite post I have. Really, I sometimes feel surprised of what I wrote. I never thought that I could write such thoughtful blog by just looking at a picture. Also, since the first time I wrote my blog, I cannot image what to write about. I struggle with the topic and the thesis statement, and I still remember that was the one I wrote in the summer homework. I wasn't having a clear idea of what to write. This makes my blog posts "Just kidding and Ganging up" become kind of board:

When I was eighth grade in Lincoln Middle School,(and that is also my first year to have U.S education) I saw many times that people bully others.I did not help the one who gets bully on, how could you help a guy that is against to few people? Authority? Power? Evidence? No! None of them above I had. I just know do not make others feel bad or mad, do the way I think it should be.'

   I am not saying that I think this is my worst one, but I am just like it is less meaningful and unclear. To my honest, my English really gets worse at the period I went back to China and spoke Chinese for a whole summer. I just translate every sentence in my head from Chinese into English, which always not making sense. I knew I still got a lot of things to deal with, especially my writing-- I need a bunch of vocabularies, because I always being wordless in adjective. I know what are my weak points, and I started to work on those problems.
   After a million of blog posts, I finally see my improvements even though it is not that obvious. One Friday, I listend to a Chinese popular singer, whose name is Jay Chou, and his song's name is " Superman can't fly." and I really felt in  love of the song's lyrics. Therefore, I wrote a blog about the lyrics, and I put the same name for the  my feelings to it.

Flying is the basic thing that a superman should have(how could a  superman quits without flying skill when he gets kick ass?For sure, no one deducts his power, he just, can't fly!). Whatsoever, this kind of superman is weak at his powers.

   In this piece of blog post, I really just make it up by listning that song once. The story of the lyris is describing the life of a superman who cannot fly, but still help people. The basic and obvious improvement is that I could put a new vocablary into my sentence, and make a comapare and comtrast on the one who can fly, and another one which cannot fly. Everytime I start a new blog, there are always something that I struggle with the diction, and syntax. I am working very hard on them, and there is one blog post shows my hard efforts and thoughtful intelligence, which its name is Elizabeth quick write:

In the letter Mr. Stephy wrote that "We are glad to have this kind of brave soldier, and we all know that he has done a lot to our battle; unfortunately, we have to tell you that he got killed in the battle and we feel sorry for you....." Kelly did not read the rest of the letter, or her mind just stops her to read. She did not know what to do, she was just standing there--she does not know what to do in the future-- there are 3 more months for her to give born to their child. What will her child and her could do? She began to cry and cry. After like half an hour, she just noticed that the letter was all wet with her tears. Her both hands are trembled! She blesses and blesses every single day and hopes that her husband will be peace and safe. However, the worst thing just happened to her which she never want it happened--her husband die! She just keeps crying and crying-- what else could she do?
    Then she takes a knife and stucks into her own body--BOTH of her child and herself die!
    There is a secret that this woman would never know! There is a line that is in red ink clearly shows at the bottom-- HAPPY APRIL FOOL DAY! And the signature is her husband's name.

   I like the end of the story, how it turns the audiences' emotional into sadness from happiness. I feel surprised too-- I did not expect my self to think thank kind of surprising ending. I was just looking at the picture for 10 minutes, and already make up a unique story. Therefore, not only my writing skills have improved-- my critical thinking has improved,too.
   What a busy dates we have done, and I believe I will work better in the following quarter. My goal for the second quarter is to write a page in a quick write, and try to do my best to remember the vocabulary in the vocabularies list. At the end, could you guess what number of promts I am writing?--------No.1!

"Night" Essay

   In Night by Elie Wiesel, Eliezer is a survivor who involve into the World War Two; and he has been in Birkenau, Auschwitz, and Buna during the war. During that time, the people who are around him blessed and hoped to the God. Eliezer begins to experience comflict when the Germans take him to the concentration camp and lead to the loss of faith in god.
   At the beginning of the book, Eliezer is a very religious person who really faith in his god. Eliezer is one of the Jewish people whose religious makes them very optimstic. To his family, they belived and faith in god more than every others do. "why did I pray? A strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe?"[P2] This quote shows 100 percents that Eliezer is a religious person. He thinks everything he gets is made from god and god gives him his lfe. In this kind of terrible war, everyone reliance on god as someone that they could talk and bless.  This also shows an emotional of how the people thought.
   During the war, Eliezer got confuse in faithing his god. Although he blessed and "talk" a  lot to his god, his situation did not really turn better. From the time German took him to the concentratin cam, he begins to lose his faith in god, "Some talked of God , of his mysterious ways, of his mysterious ways, fo the sins of the Jewish people, and of their future deliverance."[p42] This quote shows that not only Eliezer, the majority of Jewish people all began to suspect their god and having a conflict with god. They bless and bless and try to get some help from the god, but nothing happens to them-- or even the situation gets worse. It really hurt the waker people's feeling-- they hope for the peace in this world, but the last chance-- the god did not do anything for them.
   At the very end of the Jewish year, Eliezer was having a pearty with his survivor friends. When the night comes, Eliezer was talking to himself, " what are you, my god. Compared to this afflicted crowd, proclaiming to you their faith, their anger, their revolt?"[P63] Dissapointment is what Eliezer think about his god. Although they were having revolutions for the their peace, but nothig is happnig so good for them. His conflicts began to lose of his faith to his god. In the war, people are too rely on the god, and right now, Eliezer thinks that it is hard to faith in his god and he just loses everything by his god. "Where is God now? And I heard a voice within me answer his: where is he? Here he is -- he is hanging here on his gollows..."[P62] What a sad emotion that Eliezer has. He is already, 100 percents lose his faith in god! Afetr anything happend to Eliezer, and at the end, he just gives up his God. He thinks he has nothing to trust again. From the time the Frence took him to the concentration camp, he started to lose his faith in God, because he got no helps. Espectially in this kind of war, it would be very blind and darkness if someone just loses the last thing to believe or the last thing to fight for it.
    In conclusion, I  learn a lot by this book. And it is more clear after listening to Ms. Ronit's family history. There were really many people who get killed in the war. Not so much except the personality and comflicts that Eliezer had during the war. After all, peace finally comes to the world, and I hoped Eliezer would feel better and the peace would make him gets his hopes back.

Response to Andy Lau

Today, as usual, the last day to post the blog, and I found a interesting quote from Andy Lau's blog:

Guess what? You probably will not believe this, but my worst subject in school is math! Yes, I know, surprising much? We all know the typical stereotype: "Asians are good at math." Well, I think I just proved this stereotype wrong.

Math use to be my strongest subject at school. All the way, up into, let me say, eight grade. I use to get straight A's in math. However towards the end of the eighth grade, the B's started to hit. Then in ninth grade, where I started Algebra 2, I got A's the first semester and dipped into B's the second semester. Now, as a sophomore taking Pre-Calculus, I have been getting C's and D's on tests making my overall grade a C. This is the only class that I am struggling in.

    As an Asian, I really have been in Andy Lau's situation. People in the United States always say that "Asian are good at math". I agree with Andy which I could prove it wrong. No one is perfect, and Asians, too. There are many Asians are not really good at math in this world, are they stupid? NO! When the math levels get harder and harder every year, there is some people feel hard to do the math problems just like Andy. He was good at math since he was in Middle school, but gets worse every year with raising the level of the math.
   For sure, there are some of the Asians are smart, but why? Is it gifted?  I don't think so. There are no one was born with some super mathematical skill. For me, I think some Asian students could just think and understand a lesson in a easy way which helps them to remember Adequately. No one is perfect when  they were born, people could not get a good grade without spenting hard work.
   Humanity is improving everyday. For some smart Asians, there will be always something for them are complicate and unsolvable. This is why this society needs teachers. I think spending hard work and times are very neccessary to do well in math. And last, to Andy, I think "do the best you can" is only suggestion I give to him.

Sick

    OMG! I was sick for the whole week! From Monday to Thrusday, I kept having fever and I was DYING! My sore throat, and I was having a big cold! I ate and ate the medicine and right now I am not still feeling good. Recalling to those days in the hospital, it is so painful for me to be "alive".
    First Day[Monday], I began to feel no good-- It started at Saturday, I was just having a little sore throat problem. On Monday, I began to feel like throwing out after Fargher's class, but I did not. Dizzy came to me when I was in McCoy's class[Did the math problems just make me dizzy?] My mom brought me to a hospital and see a doctor. The doctor told me that it was just sore throat, and I just need a rest and that is it. I could not  believe that he did not gave any medicines to me which was weird and not help me at all. I went home and have a big sleep. Until nine, I wake up and ate dinner. At that monment, I really felt better than in school; and then I did my homework for two hours and went to sleep again.
   Second Day[Tuesday], at the midnight, I was "dying"-- I was having a high fever-- My body was burning and burning. I was having a headache, my brain stoped working, my eyes were burning. I felt cold, really cold, not the way that the temperature is "cold", either the sickness "cold"--  I cannot use a word for it, I was just dying! My mom quickly got some fever medicines from the first floor, and then I was just taking 2 quilts to sleep.
  Third Day[Wednesay], I thought I was feeling better and ready to go to school, but I was wrong. When I was almost arrived ASTI, I just felt like throwing out, and I just got a bag and threw into it. At that monment I just knew that I was still sick and cannot go to school.  And , later on, at 10, My mom broght me to the hospital again, and these time, I saw the same doctor and he still not gave me any medicines-- he checked out my throat with some medical stick, and he told me was "Negative" which it was not virus, and I just need a big rest and wait for my body to produce antibiotics to fight to it. I knew he would say that! I told him I want some medicines, but he said that in my situations, I could not be reliance too much on the medicines becuase my body will fix that slowly. I really dislike his word "slowly"-- it already took me 4 days to stay home and sleep and sleep. In China, those doctors gave medicines to the illness people; but in United States, I did not know that doctors doesn't usually give medicines because they always have side effects.
   From Thursday, to Friday which is today, I felt better, which took me a long week to have a big rest. Hum, I hate to be sick and this will never happen again, never!
 

Response to "Elizabeth" by Alex Tang

   After I finish my own story of the woman who received a letter, I found a quote from Alex Tang's blog:

She cried and cried for hours. She could not believe that he was gone. She had loved him for so long and so much. The pain was indescribable. She locked herself in her room. It was as if her heart was hit with the force of 10,00 fists. Her heart was shattered into a million pieces. She could no longer take it. Her pain and sorrow was too much for her. She got up and jumped out the window.

  I like this paragraph because Alex wrote the same ending for this picture as mine-- the woman died. Both of our paragraph talk about that her husband got killed in the war and the lady is just unstoppable crying and crying. Alex describes the Elizabeth's emotion very clearly and specific. In Alex's vision, Elizabeth jumps out and die; In my vision, she just kills herself with the knife.
  I like the part where he said "It was as if her heart was hit with the force of 10,00 fists. Her heart was shattered into a million pieces. Her pain and sorrow was too much for her." These three sentences clearly show how sadness Elizabeth was. I especially how he described her heart was shattered into million pieces, because this express Elizabeth was sadness without any minds. Her heart was broke down and could not fix it back because her husband was already died. Also, I saw a transition in these sentences--they expressed that Elizabeth would kill herself soon.
   What I think the reasons why everyone was thinking about a sadness ending are because the color in the picture are very dark. I am sure that for everyone was hard to see Elizabeth's face in a small screen, so people feel she is sad and crying after reading the letter. Anyway, I see how the artist who drew this picture with skillfulness. I also like how the artist drew the Shadow very specific-- the mirror and the bed, they are such real for me. I would rather to have see more drawings that this artist drew.

Quick Write

    This Thursday, I saw a interesting picture in Mr. Sutherland's class. The picture shows that there is a woman stands next to a window and reading a letter. The room is shadowing, and we do not know the letter is about what kinds of stuff. The time I think is at the afternoon near 5. There is a bed and a closet located where she is standing and reading. She looks sadness, or maybe she is crying already we just cannot see it.
   What I think about the story is that the woman's name is Kelly. Kelly received a letter from a minister whose name is Stephy. Mr. Stephy was telling her a bad news about her husband-- Her husband was going for the World War Two three years ago. During this period, her husband sends a letter every week and tells Kelly about his situation, and he always tells her "I will be back to you soon" at the end of the letter. Kelly keeps receiving the letter from him every week, until last month. At first, she thought that perhaps her husband was too busy and being timeless to write a letter to her. This changes her mind until the last second she read this letter.
   In the letter Mr. Stephy wrote that "We are glad to have this kind of brave soldier, and we all know that he has done a lot to our battle; unfortunately, we have to tell you that he got killed in the battle and we feel sorry for you....." Kelly did not read the rest of the letter, or her mind just stops her to read. She did not know what to do, she was just standing there--she does not know what to do in the future-- there are 3 more months for her to give born to their child. What will her child and her could do? She began to cry and cry. After like half an hour, she just noticed that the letter was all wet with her tears. Her both hands are trembled! She blesses and blesses every single day and hopes that her husband will be peace and safe. However, the worst thing just happened to her which she never want it happened--her husband die! She just keeps crying and crying-- what else could she do?
    Then she takes a knife and stucks into her own body--BOTH of her child and herself die!
    There is a secret that this woman would never know! There is a line that is in red ink clearly shows at the bottom-- HAPPY APRIL FOOL DAY! And the signature is her husband's name.
     I do not think people could joke on this aspect of topic--die because if someone die, it will really make his or her relatives feel sad. Too many jokes is not a joke--Just like the story is showing above-- the husband just "killed" his wife for no reasons by a JOKE!