Category Archives: Week 5

Famous Last Words: First Midterm

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Well, I did it. I had my first unsuccessful week at staying ahead in this class. I had all of my reading and writing assignments finished through the story for this week the week prior. This gave me time to study for my exam on Wednesday, so yes, at first I was definitely ahead.
I planned to study a tremendous amount last weekend and then on Monday finish the assignments for this class. Tuesday I was going to work and then study, not having to complete any more work for this class until week 6. However, I had a lot going on over the weekend in my personal life, and studying took second to that. I would say I studied a maximum of 2 hours for my biggest test thus far in the semester over the weekend. Because of that, I had to devote all of Monday and Tuesday after work to studying.
Along with the assignments for this class, I also had multiple assignments due for lab class and my other upper division MBIO class.
With this going on, I’m just now getting around to completing the work for week 5. I’ve completed all of the assignments for this week, except for the project feedback, which I plan to complete tomorrow.
That being said, I’m ready to get ahead and stay ahead in this class again. I have multiple assignments due on Monday, but I’m going to try to get them completed early so that I can get ahead on Monday night, work Tuesday, then finish week 6 on Wednesday.
Thankfully I had a huge weight lifted off my shoulders when I received an A on the exam that I was able to find time to study for. This also tells me that I did well on the test due to the tremendous amount that I have been paying attention in class this semester. I really enjoy the lectures, understand what’s going on because of it, and put it forward into each and every new learning activity.
The semester is stressful, but getting better in my opinion. I’m excited to keep going strong this semester, and keep up with all of my assignments and work.

Image 1: This picture of a midterm was found on Flickr by Christopher Jimenez and can be accessed here.

Week 5 Storytelling: For Juliet so Loved Hoot..

Once upon a time, in a village far far away, lived many large families with children galore. These children spent their days skipping through the trees, wandering the village, and getting into any sort of trouble that they could. Three children in particular were offspring of the highest rank in the village, Prince Killy. The children in this family consisted of Juliet, Harriet, and Carl. Juliet was very quiet, never spoke much, but watched and took mental note of everything that happened in the village. Harriet was a loud mouth. She wouldn’t shut up to save her life. She’s was one that knew everyone’s business and talked about it as if it was her own. Carl was Mr. tough guy on the outside, but a huge teddy bear on the inside. All of the children looked up to him, and whatever Carl said went, no questions asked.

Juliet, Harriet, and Carl were pursuing their normal evening stroll through the woods to check the crops, when they found something very strange in front of them. There sat a Hanuman monkey named Hoot. Carl quickly ran him off, as Harriet ran back to the village to tattle tell on the monkey who’d been eating all the crops. Juliet just sat there in amusement, watching the monkey’s every move, following where he ran. When Carl found his job was done and left, Juliet stayed.

“Pssssssssssssssst,” she whispered in the direction of Hoot, smiling the biggest smile.

Hoot returned her politeness with walking toward her with flowers, “For you.”

Juliet, who never spoke much ran towards him arms wide open, “thank you!”

From that moment forward, these two were the best of friends. Juliet had to keep the secret from her parents and Harriet of course, or they’d surely run him off. Where Hoot skipped, Juliet skipped. It’s as if he brought her to life. She talked to him as if she chattered every second of every day. There was no shortness of conversation, and Hoot chimed along too. They were together every breath from sun up to sun down for weeks on end.

“We’re the very best friends that there could ever be,” sang Juliet.

“Such best friends that wherever one goes, the other does too. Such friends that whenever you hurt, I hurt, such friends….” he sang back, but rudely interrupted by Harriet.

“JULIET, what are you doing down here with that blasted monkey? I’m telling mom and dad on you!” She then ran as fast as she could back to the village.

Juliet knew what was next, as Harriet just couldn’t seem to keep her mouth shut ever. She urged Hoot to run and hide and return later in the week. That he did, and Juliet acted as if nothing happened, assuring her parents that Harriet was crazy.

“Juliet, when we find that monkey he’s dead. For he has not only brain washed you, he has stolen and consumed of the villages crops for survival, and that I will not stand for,” Prince Killy abruptly spoke.

“If you kill my best friend, you will regret it,” she spoke with power. Prince Killy looked confused, as he’d never heard her talk much.

As the week without Hoot passed by Juliet was sadder than she’s ever been before. She didn’t know life without Hoot anymore, and thoughts swarmed through her mind that he might not be okay, or he might never return.

“I love Hoot with all my heart, but I fear he’s in danger if he returns here. Why can’t they accept him? He wouldn’t eat everyone’s crops if he was treated and fed like a human being. I just want him to be okay, I’ll do anything” Juliet sobbed uncontrollably, as she thought of a plan to keep him away from her killer parents.

“POW POW POW”

Juliet took off running from the village all the way to the woods, without stopping for air. She had an awful feeling. Upon arriving in the woods, Juliet saw her mom and Prince Killy, gun in hand. Looking around she found that Hoot had been shot.

“How could you, I hate you, he was my only friend, my reason for life,” Juliet shouted in a mount of pure anger.

They then sat fire to Hoot, killing him like some kind of criminal, an inhumane act.

“Go Juliet, get out of here. He ruined so many lives here, even yours, get over it”

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Juliet preceded by pepper spraying the prince and her mom in the eyes, and running to the pit where Hoot lay on fire, grabbing hold of him. There she burn with Hoot in her arms, as her parents gasped for air in dismay, in immense loath.

She kept her promise to Hoot, for when he goes down, she falls down with him…

Author’s Note: I got inspiration for this story from “The Monkey and the Girl.” In this story, the children ran the monkey off until he left flowers for their approval. This then made the children amused with him. One of the young girls promised the monkey that she would marry him. This then brought the mother and father to kill the monkey. When they decided to burn his body, the young girl threw sand in their eyes to blind them, as she ran to the pit to burn with the monkey. They then concluded that she had the soul of a monkey, and blew off what had happened. I kept the main story line of what a little girl would do for her monkey, however, I changed the plot to Juliet being in love with her monkey friend as best friends, because I found it weird that she wanted to marry a monkey in the actual story. I also gave the characters names and described their personalities, giving them their own self. I added in many details that were not in the story, such as Harriet always being the tattle tale and getting everyone in trouble, giving more meaning for what happened, and how it got up to that point.

 

Bibliography:

Folklore of the Santal Parganas, by Cecil Henry Bompas. An online version of this can be accessed here.

Image 1: Found in the reading, Santal, this week and can be accessed here.

Image 2: Fire pit. Source: Flickr, Steve Jurvetson.

Tech Tip: Google Site

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I’ve been working ahead, so I already had a tech tip written up for week 4 before learning and creating a  Google site. I created one for my storybook, and honestly had no idea how to create something like this before the helpful tech tip post. I’m by no means a pro at this, but I do appreciate how easily it’s set up for the user. I’ve never created my own site, except for a word press blog, and it was understandable how to create and maintain such a site.  Much more so than a word press blog that’s for sure. The way in which the instructor set up the instructions to follow was marvelous, and gave no troubles.

I’m excited that I now know how to create my own site, who knows how helpful that could be for any career. Not only that, but I’m proud that I’ll be able to view work that I completed in this class later on in life. I can keep the site for how ever long I want, as well as edit it whenever I want. I also like the ability to search images from right there on the google site. I look forward to working with this site and learning further how to create and maintain it successfully.

Image 1: Technology picture. Source: Flickr.

Reading Notes: Santal, Part B

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In this section, I found a lot of useful dialogue help. In many stories, the use of dialogue brings the story to life. It makes it that much more interesting, as well as that much more of a connection when reading. I also found ways to not include dialogue, but get the thoughts and feels across anyway. The Elephant and the Ants had to be one of my favorites. The moral of the story was that the Creator knows why he made both small and large animals, as well as why he made some people fools. No one should be treated unfairly or looked at nastily based on their size. Great moral! This gives me the idea to re create this story in a way based on the thoughts of the elephant. It’s funny that he keeps running, looking down seeing ants, and keeps running thinking he has to keep up or he’ll lose. Because there are so many ants in the world they taught a very valuable lesson. From his point of view, the story would have dialogue of him having no idea that those two ants aren’t the same. He’s competing for something so silly, and doesn’t even know he’s a fool for thinking so self centered.

The Jackal and the Hare sounds like a short story of revenge in a way. The Jackal’s character really made me mad as he always screwed others over to get what he wanted. He went to great deals of trouble to basically sabotage people. At first the Hare really made me annoyed as well, but towards the end I was kinda like show the Jackal what you’re made of. The ending moral was along the lines of payback occurs, and screw others over, get screwed over. I loved the ending when the hare broke the jackal’s drum and ran away, as if to say “HAHA!” Overall, I thought this story was really good. If I were to change this story it would tie in with this, but also include parts of ideas from the Little Red Riding Hood. That would be a cool combination, and I’d probably leave the jackal and the Hare with the same characterization.

 

Bibliography:

Folklore of the Santal Parganas, by Cecil Henry Bompas. An online version of this can be accessed here.

Image 1: Beautiful African Elephant. Source: Wikimedia Commons.

Reading Notes: Santal, Part A

The Monkey and the Girl was the most interesting to me, as it kinda had a story line along that of Romeo in Juliet (Not quite, but reminded me a bit of it – the way the parents didn’t approve). Though, to me the story is strange because it’s a girl that’s of some sort in love with a monkey. I’d really like to retell this story with the same lines, but instead of a monkey (cuz that’s just weird) make it with another human being. Or, better yet, I could make the plot a “best friend” scenario. The girl loves the monkey, but nothing more than best friends. I want to tell it from her perspective to intensify the feelings and betrayal that her parents exhibited. This is also a very short, to the point tale, so I’d have to add quite a bit of information to make it more interesting. I could provide more information about the characters. I think it’s definitely magical if she can look up in the sky, throw sand that she collected in the fold of her cloth, throw it in the air, and blind them all for a bit. How would that blind them in real life? Fairy tales are great! I may introduce something such as pepper spray, or maybe tons of sand. Who knows, but something besides a tiny amount found in her cloth.

The Ghormuhas struck my attention right from the first sentence. These creatures eat human beings, only have one leg shaped like men’s, arms like men, with heads like horses. I don’t know about you, but to me I was automatically drawn in by those creative details. What an interesting story plot to bring alive the existence of such creatures. Somai outsmarted these creatures, and lived tell about it, so tell about it he did! I don’t immediately think of any story I could write for this, but I do like the point of the story and the structure. I was questioning if Somai was going to actually make it, or if he was going to be struck by the creatures as well. What gruesome creatures that eat their own family, sick! The author went into detail on how they’re all cooked as well, making a sickening feeling when the thought of them doing this to Somai hit. I love the creativity of this story though!

 

Bibliography:

Folklore of the Santal Parganas, by Cecil Henry Bompas. An online version of this can be accessed here.

Image 1: Found in the reading, Santal, this week and can be accessed here.