McCandless Project

                           McCandless Project Experiment

Date(s) of experiment: 11/4, 11/5

What was your experiment?

I actually did three experiments, two were unintentional but people's reactions made me want to have it documented on my McCandless project. The two experiments that I did for the McCandless project was: Sitting at a completely different table, and dressing up by wearing a dress, and third doing absolutely nothing with my hair.

How did people react to you?    For the sitting at a completely different table during lunch the group I sat with already knew me. Some of the people shot me some questioningly glances, I watched as their mind formed the question but, mouths never did form the words. So we just talked had a good time and, ate a little candy and did a little gossip. For doing absolutely nothing with my hair people complimented me on it and they absolutely fell in love with my hair that way they would just say, " I love your hair Raygene!"I would say thank you, and move on. For simply weary a simple sweater dress, people just went crazy over it, they would say " You look very pretty" or " I love your dress!". I said, thank you because who wouldn't love a compliment once in a while.How did you feel during the experiment?             During the sitting at the lunch table experiment I felt a bit out of my element.It was really weird for me even though I already know most of the people that was around me since 6th grade. During the doing nothing with my hair experiment I felt pretty good because, I already knew that my hair was fine and, I didn't need anyone else's approval.During the dressing up experiment it's pretty similar with my hair I  already knew I  looked good and I didn't need anyone's approval. If people didn't like the way that I looked or didn't want me sitting down at that table at lunch, that's their lost not mine.  Were you surprised by their reaction or yours?     During the lunch table experiment, I was pretty surprised by some of the people's reactions because, they didn't just come out and say it. They didn't just come out and say, " Hey! Why are you sitting here?" They just pretty much welcomed me with open arms. During the dressing up and, hair experiment I honestly wasn't surprised by anyone's reaction I've been used to people saying that to me since elementary school.

Are you "free" not to conform based on the results?   Yes, I am free to not conform based on the results. I can do whatever I please with absolutely no constrictions.

What do you think about all of this?   I think this was an interesting activity, and that more people should take risks and, not care what people think about you and what you're doing in your life.

Personal Quote Journal

                       Personal Quote Journal 

    The quote I chose from one of my many favorite books is from the book, Close To Famous By: Joan Bauer. We read one her short stories during the short story unit called, Pancakes. The quote that I think that some parts of me live is " I'm going to make the world a better place, one cupcake at a time" (Bauer pg.250).

    I chose this quote because, I love to bake and I love to share anything that I bake with other people. And, I know in my heart that if they eat something that good, I would be making their day.

    The quote is a representative of me because, if I'm doing something and sharing it with other people and it makes them really happy then it makes me really happy and that's all I really need or want that could male my day because, people compliment me or thank me.

  My life would be like if I literally lived my life by that quote, would most likely be like a humongous bakery shop that would probably make a great amount of millions for those who end up lonely on Valentines Day or for those people who just need some love or light to brighten up their spirits. This is all based of my quote  " I'm going to make the world a better place, one cupcake at a time" ( Bauer pg. 250 Close To Famous).

~ Raygene

Pros And Cons

       These are the pros and, cons I've been collecting
  over the years.Fears, fears and so many tears.
    
  The pounding in my head is a hammer slamming
against a wall. I fall to the ground because I know
I can't stand very tall.

  These are the pros and, cons I've collected over the
years, if you shed one tear you'll get hit for not resisting
the sweet, yet salty taste of fear.

   You look up into the mirror your face, is clean and clear
there are no bruises that appear.

  But, you know exactly what is wrong the bruises and scars
that physically disappeared are still there in memory.

  The pros and cons are extremely feared no amount of
makeup can it but the memories can hover over it.

  The memories will stay deep down it will already feel
like you are in a casket with people already around to
just watch you go six feet underground.

~ R.E
 

THE WORDS THAT I'VE WRITTEN...

 
    The words that I've written beneath my soul
are the words that cut through like steel
that makes me cold.

  The words that I've written stay strong and bold
I've always managed to keep a strong hold.

 The words that I've written consume me
into their twists and their turns they
always leave me yearning for more.

  The words that I've written can taste of bitterness less than sweet but, the audience keep wanting more to make them feel complete.

  The words that I've written are the rain that pours pitter,
patter, pitter, patter let your mind explore.

 The words that I've written last to
the day but they'll continue on as you do
today.

  ~R.E
 
 

If I Stay Timed Writing Essay

 

The theme of  If I Stay is, that Love gives you a reason to live. Mia struggles with

the decision of whether or not she should stay alive or die. Love, is the theme of the book

because, Mia realizes that if she stays she would still have some family but, if she goes she won’t be able to go to Julliard and play her cello. Mia decides to live love, because she has other family and she has the cello.

  The reason, why Mia's family makes her want to stay is because, her mother and, father would have wanted her to succeed and live for the cello. Plus considering the, fact that she still has a family that is still alive. " Dad was Still smiling but I could tell he had turned serious because he slowed down his speech. "You just hang in there.""So I went on. I didn't blaze through the piece. I didn't  achieve glory or get a standing ovation, but I didn't muck it up entirely, either. And after the recital, I got my present. It was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, looking as human as that cello I'd been drawn to two years earlier. It wasn't a rental. It was mine"(Pg.27 Forman).

    Another reason why Mia chose to stay is because, of her fiercely intensive love for her cello playing. "In comes the cello,like a heart bleeding. And it's like something inside of me implodes. I am sitting with my cello, the one Mom and Dad gave me after my first recital.Yo-Yo Ma continues to play,and it's like the piano and cello are being poured into my body, the same way that IV and blood transfusions are"( Pg.232 Forman).

 

 The two reasons, that I gave for the reasoning of why Mia chosed to stay alive for love, beause she was encouraged by her family to do what she loves which is the cello. Since Mia's family encouraged to do the cello, it's one reason that's very strong that shows how much she loves them. Another reason that I explained was her cello she loves the cello so much,that it practically becomes heartbeat and, it just runs through her veins.

 

Stumbling Rhymes

Words is LIFE.
 Life is LOVE.
 Have you ever looked ABOVE?
 
Stumbles and creaks beneath your, feet.
Stumbles and, falls hard to the floor.
Stand up tall, have you ever wished for more?

Rain falls as the angels cry.
You sit there and wonder when will it dry?
Hopeful but, sweet the tears drop at your feet,
who would've thought that you had so much defeat.
~ R. E.

The Enemy

                                              The Enemy

10:00 p.m.

    It’s early winter, in December. The Fireworks go off into the blackest night, and

so does my father. My auburn hair whips into my face, as I run into the distance of the freezing night. My breath vapors into the sky as I completely lose my mind. I hear my father call to, me far behind me into the distance. I think to myself, keep moving, don’t let him catch you.

12:15 a.m.

   Flashes of the horrendous memory came back to me like daggers to my head. The flashbacked memory only brought boiling tears of anger to my eyes. The words, that I created to a poem describes my experience for the past 6 months. “ Simple words, simple pleasures, but not a simple day of life. Kiss by kiss are the things that I’ve truly missed. List by list I’ve disappeared into the invisible mist. Now here I go, to leave my goodbye kiss.”

2:45 a.m.

   The realization smacks me in the face when I finally, comprehend that my mother and,

sisters death is inevitable. I sit in the frozen ground , the wind picks up and so does the snow.

The winter nibbles at my fingers, lips and ears. My father, is the one to blame for all of this. My father, is the one who, has killed my sense of family. He killed my mother, and my sister in front of me. I had screamed, I had cried, I had even shouted at him that it wasn’t real. I had tried to tell, him it was all in his head. My father had, screamed “ Shut up! Shut up! Can’t you see there’s a war to win?! The enemy is all around us! Can’t you hear that?” My father was referring to the fireworks going off into the darkest night, by our countryside house. Tears had ridden down my face. My father’s angry eyes looked into my sad ones and he had said to me, “You too, are the Enemy. You have to die.” My eyes widened in fear, I screamed as he tried to reach me and I ran for my life.

4:55 a.m.

  Still sitting on the frozen ground, my hands in between my knees I cry. Strong heavy hands clamped around, me on my shoulders. My eyes widened in fear, I opened my mouth to scream but, the hand clamped my mouth shut. “ You are, the Enemy.” I realized that this was my father, he was dragging me, through the frozen ground and mud. My father started to drag me by my hair, and I screamed in yelped in pain. I struggled to get free from my fathers grip as I reached up with my hands and I grabbed his arm to pull him to the ground. We fell down the icy slope together hard. I stood up, tall and bold “ I’m not the Enemy! Dad it’s me! Emberly Rose, your daughter!”

 5:15 a.m.

    My Dad, takes a pocket knife out of his pocket. “ You aren’t my Emberly ! You are the Enemy!” I screamed and cried out to him, I begged him to stop. “ Dad, no! No soldier left behind… Dad, please you  don’t have to do this!” I try to pull away when he reaches out for me, but he is too quick. in attempt to grab the knife from, I struggle against him., I feel a stab of pain in my stomach, I gasp. My father grunts against my struggles we, both fall to the ground.

5:45 a.m.  

I look over, at my father his eyes glazed over, mouth open I realize that he is dead. My father was very sick, he died with war clearly still on his mind. The pocket knife, is stuck in his chest  right where his heart should be. I graze the ground with my eyes, The frozen ground is freshly dusted with snow and my father’s blood. I take a second to the ground and realize, the blood isn’t just his its my own as well.

6:15 a.m.

 I laugh the pain away and, I say a poem to myself, “ He’s burned into the ruins and, buried in my mind. I’m lost in the mist and, he got his death wish. We each gave our fight for breath, mine rose up as vapor in the sky. The fun times I’ll cherish and miss, but at least I got to leave one last painful kiss.” I sighed at the end. I heard Police sirens go off into the distance. My eyes stared, up into the sky, I shed one tear.

THE POLICE ARRIVE ON THE SCENE AT 6:30 a.m.

“ Hey! Over here, I found a middle aged male and what appears to be a teenage female.”

 The man bends down to take Emberly Rose’s fathers pulse.

“ Anything?” The police man’s partner asks.

The Police man shook his head no and replied, “ The pulse is dead like grass.”

“ What about the girl?” asks the partner.

The Police man bends down to check for  Emberly Rose’s pulse.

The Police man looks down at Emberly Rose and, then back at his partner.

“ She’s…..”