summarizing

For one of my school assignments I have to created a summary based on this lecture called the Danger of a Single Story By: Chimamanda Ngozi:


My teacher broke it down a lot. I think he really wants us to grasp every aspect of this lecture and to show us how to take good notes and how to write and effective summary of the whole thing. My teacher, trying to brag and say the assignment wasn't impossible, wrote a three thousand word essay about the twenty minute lecture. I think he was really getting being a show off and those words were from something else. I'm 30% sure.My teacher is crazy I can just imagine him sitting there glued to a screen typing away for no reason. He had no purpose to do that. Then, he made an "edited" version that was 90 words long. I took my main points and notes as guideline along with his 90 word count in mind and got to work. I think I did a pretty fantastic job, I may add.

I was so happy when i finished all my homework that night

It might seem strange but summarizing is really hard for me. I want to explain everything to the person I'm talking to and I only have a limited amount of time to say it so they have a basic understanding of the topic. I have to keep reminding myself that the most interesting thing to me isn't that important from a big-picture point of view.

Here's my summary:

As humans we are not single stories; everyone is an individual and cannot be prejudged by someone else’s side of their story. That person doesn't have that individual’s side of their own narrative. We try to predict, assume, and consume the first information we receive, but we have to understand that we are not always completely right. We have the ability to listen and become aware that it is more than one story. 

What do you think? Doe it make sense if you haven't listened the lecture before hand?

It is totally short (73 words) and every time I look at it I want to add a few more hundred words to it.

I'm going to just leave it alone. Every time I second guess myself in the past, I make it worse and I turn in a big sloppy mess.

My optimistic Day

Before I went to sleep Last night, I told myself that I was going to have a great day tomorrow. Sometimes you just need that extra boost from your self conscious. I work up dreading going to school but cheered myself up with eating a good breakfast and wearing my favorite pair of jeans which is purple (the color of royalty).

Fake it until you make it.

I went to school and had a pretty crappy first period but I had my friends there with me. My second period we had an assembly and somehow I ended up sitting alone. I don't know how that happened. My third class was ok. My lunch was as normal as ever. My fourth class was really good. My sixth class was gym and it was full of giggles ( I'm shocked too). My seventh class was good and I absolutely adore my Spanish teacher. (And no, I didn't skip fifth period. We don't have fifth period on Fridays. The schedule is so strange, I know.)


It seemed like  every class I went to I had a greater determination to have a good day. And it helped me get through the day and actually have some fun.



I had a good day. Not the greatest but it was a nice end to my hectic school week.

And if all else fails...

Gym class? I rather not.

In my school we have this little thing called Physical Education and every time I take it, it sucks. This school year I have Gym all year long. That wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so clumsy and actual hand-eye coordination.

People tell ask me all the time why I hate gym class. I just do. I never really liked or had an interest in team sports. I am not a team kind of person. If I happen to be in a team, I am a team player but if I had my choice I would want to work on my own thing every time.

Back to my story, I heard all these stories about how gym was going to make me so tired and sore. I heard how I was going to be doing circuit training to the max (a series of little workouts. Ex: push ups, sit ups, jumping rope, and jumping jacks).  I was so afraid of this class and this man. I hadn't exercised in about a three weeks so I amused I would be sore in the morning.

The night before I packed my gym clothes and went to sleep thinking that I was going to have an awful time (I had a lot of bad gym experiences in the past Ex. falling in class, sitting out of activities, and awkward dances. The things they made us do).

When it was finally in gym at the end of the day I was freaking out.

The stretching part at the beginning where everyone was standing perfectly apart was very awkward. The coach barked out all these orders and different stretches. When we did our circuit training we didn't stand in one place very long to really 'feel the burn' which was fine but we never really got started.

By the end of it though I was fine. I survived and it wasn't that bad. I think I did pretty well.  I was more in shape than I thought  I was.

I let all those people freak me out for nothing. I had to see and experience it for myself.

Crazy Schedule= More Homework!

Today was my first day of a full day of school. Our first first day of school is a half day. Today was really school school. It was so awful. I realized that the new school schedule is probably going to not work in my favor for most classes. The new schedule allows every class to meet four times a week. Some classes you don't meet on Tuesday or Wednesday or Friday.

Yeah that's great but now I have these short chopping classes. I sit down and the next time I know the bell rings and we are dismissed. It doesn't seem like we have enough quality learning time if we are only in a class for about forty minutes when in the past we had 90 minutes. It is a huge chunk of class time.

I don't know how I'll adjust to these new changes in the school. The teachers are even confused that doesn't make any sense. The teachers (the authority figures) should know what's going on. That's the sad part.

After getting the time-to-time schedule, I had a better understanding about how my days as a sophomore were going to be spent. I was wrong. Everything seems more chaotic and every few seconds we're moving. I feel like we aren't going to get anything accomplished in the classroom so that equals more homework.

Wish me good luck.

Chaos of the First Day of School

I went back to school toady. I can't really tell you much I wasn't ready to go back to school. Every year I have an excuse to not want to go back. The main reason this year was that I had to go back to school earlier than I did last year. Last year, the main reason I didn't want to go back to school was that I was becoming a freshmen and didn't know much about being a high-schooler. I was fresh meat not a freshman.

It is always a reason and probably always will be a reason.

This year I got some tough teachers from what I hear and what my impression from them. I know for a fact that a lot teachers come off tough but they are really nice. This one teacher when he shut the door just started laughing. It was a very creepy laugh too. He was laughing because someone had their phone out trying to "secretly" text. He kind of reminded me of Mr. Crocker from Fairly Odd Parents minus the hunched back and obsession with fairies. The tall skinny legs. The glasses. The haircut. The laugh. The impossible class to ace unless you're AJ which was the guy sitting in the chair by the corner. He stole all the awards last year and left me with zip. 

I also have this other teacher that wants the impossible and strangest things for her class. Why do we need post-it notes and graph paper composition notebook? I'm in Chemistry not math class. Someone please explain. 

Also for some apparent reason these upperclassmen are so superior. I just want to knock  them down a level since I have a ton of classes with all grades. I hope I don't come off as a jerk like other people do to the freshmen. 

A lot of people had their schedules screwed. People had three different 5th periods. How does the school miss that?

Bottom line is the first day of school is chaos. This post is chaos and I'm tired of talking about school for now. Bye. 

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