Hero Project Reflection

1.How dose a Hero become a Hero?

I think that a person becomes a hero when they spend time with you, and help you out. Like if a friends older brother helps you out with school, and gives you advice, you could consider that person a hero.

2. Project Description

So The Hero In My Eyes project is a project where we interviewed a person who is a hero to us. Then we wrote a paper on a moment that we spent with are hero, that we thought was heroic. We had to remember the details that happened and then add them into that paper.

3. Process
So first we interviewed are hero and wrote the manuscript. From that manuscript we made a first draft, and added duologue form the manuscript. Then we did pier editing a few times until we got the final product.

4. Reflection

I learned that I can write some thing good, and it be fun. This project has helped me learned that its better to do your best the first time, so that you don't have as much work later.

5. Habits of Mind

Perspective

I used a perspective mind set so I could see what the reader would get out of the story. Also to make sure that it made sense and was easy to read. I also use a different Perspective when writing to see if the final product would end up the way I wanted it to, and it did.

Link to the Project.

The Origin of Zero

The thing that srikes me about the article it that they say the it was just made to help people see the diffrence form 1,10,1000 and so on. So in a way many people created Zero. So we cant say that any one created zero. But i do think that Some one elce came up with the concept of zero and the person who discovered the actual number are diffrent people. So travelers took the concept of zero with them on their travels, so it spread

Video games and Drawing

As I lead Alex into the living room, memories came to mind. Video games and drawing were the only things we use to talk about for hours on end. He had on dark blue baggy jeans, and a tan shirt with an oozy on it. So we finally sat down and I asked the first question, " So do you remember what we did the first time I came to your house?"

"... No," he let out a laugh, " I have horrible memory. But didn't we talk about video games?"

"Yeah, we did we also talked about drawing and then we played a few Xbox games." As I sat there looking at Alex I remembered every thing that happened that day. As soon as I walked in he said sorry about the mess, but his house looked exactly like my room so I felt at home. We sat down and he told me about a game he was thinking about making, and he pulled some pages out of a binder with drawings. He explained the stories behind the characters, and what they were going to wear, and every thing. Then he asked if I had ever played Dead or Alive and I had never played it so he wanted me to play. As soon as I saw the characters I remembered that I played a newer version at my friend house, but I didn't tell him. When we started playing I quickly killed his character, and I looked over at him.

His mouth was open and he looked awe-struck with his eyes popping out of his head. He said that this time he wouldn't hold back, and I knew that it was time for an epic battle. During the battle I looked over at Alex, all of his concentration was focused on the TV. He was biting his bottom lip and each time I hit his character his eyes grew narrower until the final blow was delivered. He threw his arms in the air and his dreads swung around like they had a mind of their own. I laughed so hard that I couldn't keep my eyes open, but when they did open he was laughing along with me.

"Oh, yeah next question. So do you remember what we did after we left your house?" I tried to act like I was just deep in thought instead of having a flash back.

"Ha, ahhhhh didn't we go out to eat?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Na, we went with the church to sing to the elderly."

“YEAH! I remember that, we sang Christmas carols and talked to some interesting older people."

I remembered talking to this one man with Alex, he was talking about how much it sucked to be old. He told us to have as much fun as we could before we got old, and to not worry about the little things in life. Later on he talked about his son and his grand children, he explained that because of the grand children he couldn't live with his son because it would be too much. But he assured us that his son would get him out of there before he died, so he could get some real food.
"So," I continued "do you remember the first time we met?"
"Nope, but I do know that it was in children's church."

This was the only thing that I didn't remember, probably because it was so long ago. But we both had an interest in the question.

"How does it feel to know that you’re my Hero?"

"Surprised and honored, I feel and know that theirs a responsibility that comes with it. It’s very rewarding."

"Okay, last question. So did you ever think that you would be some ones hero?"

"Yeah, but more for like killing zombies and thing like that" I watch his face light up with joy as a smile jumped on his face, that's the Alex I know. When ever I have a problem, I know I can look to him for help.

Literary Devices Blog

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting."what am I going to do?" she said under her breath. Its just him, why would he even cair about me. To him I'm just a no-body, I just have to stay calm. That was the only things she could think of, even if she tried she couldn't. As she slowly walked towards him the only thing she didn't like about him was the way he sat, he look like a drunk bum on the side of the road .But what girl could resist his charm? She was about three steps away when, THUD! she watched the world fall on to her face. Suddenly she felt a warm had lift her to her feet. She looks up and see him, "Th-Thank you" she said quietly.
"No problem, help a stranger and a stranger will help you. Well that's what my mother tell me. So are you okay?"
"I'll be fine, and thank you again i don't know what came over me"
"well I should walk you home, just to make sure you don't fall again. Is that okay?"
"I would love that."

My pledge

Ben Dillard

My breathing became slow, heavy and hard. The final words

were uttered from his lips, and my legs suddenly began to move

themselves. I swerved left and right running through the lunch

crowds, fixing my gaze on the one who had caused me to suffer so much

pain. I saw faces with mouths moving but no words coming out,

and when he saw me coming it was too late.


I had pounced up and taken him down. My arm was around his

neck as he fell to his knees. People crowded around yelling and

chanting, but to me it only sounded like faint whispers, as if two

people were talking in the room of a young baby who was going to

bead, right before the sky becomes dark with night. Tears filled my

eyes in what seemed like hours, but felt more like days. After that

my hearing slowly started to come back, and my eyes stopped

making the tears that filled my vision.


A teacher ran up and only asked me to let him go. I let him

go but punched him in the gut. I knew what was going to happen,

so I walked head on to my fate, straight towards the principle’s

office. And the funny thing is I wanted to see the principle, I was

hoping so much to see her.


When I got to her office, she was no where to be found. I

stood in front of the principles office with the still fresh tears on my

cheeks, and the school counselor found me and took me to her

office instead. I sat there wising that I would have just killed him, so

that way he could never do to any one what he did to me. I thought

about it some more, I would be doing the world a favor.


As soon as my mother came in to the room, I felt a wave of

disappointment come over me. The patterns in the floor even made

me feel as if I had done the worst crime that could be committed.

But from then on I vowed to myself to never through the first punch

again.

Sound

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When the crickets chirp, and the first bass beat drops. A image comes to mind, the image is an alien in his ship some where in a field. He decides to turn on the TV, and finds him self on MTV. So he changes the channel with a loud thump he ends up on an opera show, but he doesn't like it. Again he changes the channel and ends up on the ABC channel and hears them humm. The crickrts start up again, and the alien says something in his own languge that quites them down. He stands up and streaches, and his suit makes weaird noises adn pickes up the remote. He presses the button and the bass beat pounds, has he turns off the TV. He takes a few steps and then streaches again. The crickets start to chirp again and he talk's to them as if he were talking to a long lost friend. He continues his walk and sits on his bed, which makes his suit make its final squek. he lays his head down to go to sleep, and said his final good bye's. Then silence come over the field, and the alien drifts off into a deep sleep.

1000 Locker Problem

I think that whatever number or person, who changed the locker multiplied by itself, are the ones who are open (showed in diagram above)
1x1, 2x2, 3x3 etc… so each locker gets it’s state changed as many times as its divisors. So the numbers with an odd number of divisors are left open. Like 16, its divisors are 1, 2, and 4,8,16. The numbers with an even number of divisors are closed. Like 20, its divisors are 1, 2,4,5,10,20. So you are left with 31 lockers open. So locker 1, 4,9,16,25,36,49 etc… You keep on going until you get 1000. That’s how you solve the 1000 locker problem.