Dead Poets Society Part Two Notes

Dead Poets Society Part Two Notes

-Knox enters the party he was invited to/ he doesnt know anyone/ doesn't seem to enjoy himself
-Newanda talks to the girls in poems, they love it
-Knox sits next to the girl of his dreams whos passed out on the couch, he leans in and kisses her forhead and he boyfriend kicks his ass
-"Newanda" publishes a poem in the school paper demanding girls be admitted to the school
-"newanda pulls a prank at the assembly, gets paddled,stays loyal to the club
-School principle lectures Mr. Keating on his teaching methods
-Mr. Keating tells Newanda that it was a dumb stunt he pulled
-Neil's dad tells him to quit the play
-Mr. Keating tells Neil to speak with his father and show him his passion for acting
-Knox whent to the girls school and read her his poem, she was embarrassed
-Chris (knox's love) visits the school and tells him to stop
-She agrees to go to the play with him
-Neils dad showes up at the play /Neil does great!
-Apparently Neils dad didn't approve of the play
-Neils dad decides to pull him out of school and enroll him in military school
-Neil commits suicide
-Tod breaks down
-School board interrogates students, Newanda  punches ---- in the face for rating
-Principal teaches class, Keating comes in for personals, students stand on desks "oh captain my captain"

Mr. Escalante compared to Mr. Keating

Mr. Escalante's teaching where very student oriented, he made the classroom fun and interactive. Mr. Keating taught in a similar manner, he made the students look "outside of the box" and taught them to believe in themselves and to express themselves as an individual. Both of these teacher clearly car for their students, Mr. Keating pushed his students to write their own poetry, even if they didn't feel comfortable with speaking publicly.
   But, both of these teachers are also very different because they teach in completely different environments. Mr. Escalant taught students who didn't believe they could ever excel in an academic environment, Mr. Escalante pushed his students from algebra to calculus. Mr. Keating took a different approach, because the students where so used to being pushed around by their teachers and parents to excel academically, he decided to bring things down to a human level and teach them about themselves. Instead of pushing the students i think he was trying to pull them back and let them reflect on themselves, instead of teaching them to excel academically he was teaching them how to excel in life.

Mr. McFarland Compared to Mr. Escalante

    I believe that Mr. Escalante was similar to Mr. McFarland because they both are very dedicated to their students. I could tell that Mr. McFarland cared for his students, he encouraged Mike to become a writer because he could tall he was very passionate about his writings and he helped develop hi writing skills. Just like Mr. Escalante he had a goal to improve his students and make them learn in a fun and academic way. Although they both taught in different environments and subjects they where both very into their teachings and students. Mr, Escalante was involved with his students both inside the classrooms and outside, before their final exam he brought them home with him and made them supper while he helped them study. Similarly Mr. McFarland would bring Mike and other students to his place so that they could study writings and books to improve their literatur knowledge.

Part two on "Stand and Deliver Summary"

Part 2 of "stand and Deliver" was pretty interesting. Mr. Escalante really pushed the students during this half to the point of harming himself. He had a minor heart attack and was out of school for a few days, but quickly came back and began teaching the students even though he was advised not to. Eventually the students took the test and every single one of them passed. Because of this the students where doubted by the school board that they took the test honestly. They assumed the students cheated and didnt allow them to pass, they began a full investigation the the students. while this investigation was happening the students began to act out and fall into a small depression. Mr. Escalante was furious and confronted the investigators and spoke his opinion.   Eventually the students re-took the test(it was harder the second time) and every one of the students passes with above a 3.

Dead Poets Society Notes

Dead Poets Society


-opening ceremony
'candle of knowledge'
-meeting roommate "tod" the new guy
-father makes Neil drop the newspaper
-All guy school
-Very strict teachers, besides English teacher
-English teacher gives a lesson on Carpe Dium - "seize the day"
-Neil met the girl of his dreams, shes with a football player
-English teacher told students to rip out introduction of english book because it was telling them how to think.
-English teacher was previously head of the dead poet society
-Sudents are going to re-create the dead poet society
-"five centuries of verse" Sudents had a blast at their first dead poets meeting
-English teacher makes Shakespeare fun, teaches students to look at the world differently
-Neil wants to act in 'midsummer night dream'
-Neils friend saw the girl neil likes
-Neil got the part!
-English teacher makes students read their poems, one speak s of love
-Forces walt to "yelp" and create his own poetry infront of the class
----- calls the girl of his dream, he's invited to a party
---- brings girls into the club

Theres many ways these two teachers differ, Mr. Escalante and Mr. Keating both teach in very differnet environments.

Stand an Deliver notes part 2

Stand an Deliver notes part 2:

-Accidentally insulted chick(claudia)  , shes stressing out about her home life. "so whats the problem"
-grandma sick, cant pay for her medical bill
-he thinks he's the dumbest in the class "i cant do calculous"
-comes in late because of grandma, throws chair because teacher kicks him out
-wife is disappointed that he spends all his time teaching
-hair net bring abuela to teachers house for christmas
"blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that isnt there"
-teaching english, suddently feals sick and walks out the room. callapses on the ground
-kids in the room trying to teach them selves
-fight breaks out
-new substitute, not a calculous teacher, music teacher
-teacher came back to teach early
-students took test
-students celebrated by going swimming
-18/18 passed, presented a plach to their tearcher
-education board doubt that the students took the test honestly
-students all begin acting out
-angel taunts a cop
-education board interigating students
-angel jokes
-stole teacher car and fixed it up
"cant be apart of a system they're finally qualified for"
-Mr. Escalante lays into the school board
"you are the true dreamers, and dreams accomplish anything"
-students retake test
-All students pass second attem

"What makes a good teacher?" Stand And Deliver (Group Notes)

"What makes a good teacher?" Stand And Deliver (Group Notes)

·  "What makes a good teacher?" Stand And Deliver (Group Notes)

      Connected with every student

·         Encouraged students to look at the bigger picture, made it less over whelming to learn. – Went to restaurant and talked to Ana’s father about her possibly being able to go to college one day

·         Paid attention to each student, treated them how they needed to be treated.

·         Caught attention by dressing up

·         Not intimidated by students

·         Had a good attitude, wanted to teach

·         Turned real life situations into lessons

·         Truly believes that student can learn. Didn’t let other teachers stop him from teaching. “Our kids can’t handle calculus, we don’t even have the books”

·         Embarrassed student into doing work, completing assignments

·         Took extra time to teach kids, wanted them to get ahead

·         “Angel” expressed he wanted to “get straight” after leaving class.

·         Mr. Escalante says “All you see is the turn, not the road ahead” to the student who though working was more important than school. “Wouldn’t you rather be designing these cars?”

·         Claudia says to her mother “I’m doing this so I don’t have to depend on some young guy for the rest of my life.”

·         Mr. Escalante said “I want to teach” when asked by neighbor why he quit his job

·         Pressured Angel into answering question, did not give up on him

·         Shows students home life. Kids/taking care of parents/poverty. “Turn off light” while girl is studying

Audre Lorde

Audre Lorde illustrates her teaches as being very discipline oriented. Such as her catholic school teacher "Sister Mary of Perpetual Health" who would wipe then if they where acting out "A week after I started school she sent a note home to my mother asking her not to dress me in so many layers of clothing because then I couldn't feel the strap on my behind when I was punished". Audre was clearly a talkative and obnoxious child who was constantly getting in trouble. She describes her first real learning experience learning to read with her library teacher "My mother was pinching my ear off one bright afternoon,
while I lay spreadeagled on the floor of the Children's Room like a furious little brown toad, screaming bloody murder and embarrassing my mother to death" Audre was throwing a temper tantrum when the librarian intervened and called Audre over by offering to read her a story. "Would you like to hear a story, little girl?". After listening to the librarian Audre fell in love with books and learning to read. She took a couple of books home and began to study and admire the texts, "Right then I decided I was going to find out how to do that myself.". The librarian spoke to Audre in a gentle tone without seeming as if she was going to punish her in any way, and this cause Audre to settle down and listen.

What Makes Mr. Escalante a Good Teacher

     I believe that Mr. Escalante was a very thorough teacher. He involved himself with every individual student in particular the students that where struggling. He was constantly trying to prove to the students that they are indeed smart and, if they are willing to learn, can pass his class and earn college credits. Mr. Escalante wanted to prove to the other teachers that the students are able to learn, "its not that they're stupid its just that they don't know anything", he shows that as long as the students learn algorithms and basic math they can excel in his class and studies. 
    Mr. Escalante was very involved in his students, he made learning fun and competitive,  constantly making jokes and mocking them to pressure them into learning. At one point of the movie he pressured a slacking kid to answer a very basic question, the student knew the answer but was afraid of sounding intelligent  eventually Mr. Escalante got the answer out of him and you could see a look of satisfaction on the students face. 
     Mr. Escalante also had faith in his students above other professors, "the students will rise to the expectations you set for them" other professors doubted the student and didn't believe they had the motivation or drive to learn "our kids can't handle calculus" and "you cant teach algorithms to illiterates" where phrases mentioned by other teachers, Mr. Escalante wanted to prove them wrong.

Stand and Deliver Notes

Stand and Deliver

supposed to teach computer science, put into a very roudy classroom
He decides that he wants to teach the students to the best of his ability
One student he calls finger is a trouble student, who has a group "gang" the get in a fight after class
One of "fingers" group member decides he wants to learn, the teacher gives him secret books so that he can study without Finger knowing. His nickname is "Hairnet"
The student who is top of his class soon is taken out by her father to wash dishes and work in his restaurant. The teacher goes to dinner with his wife and asks to speak to the owner, he tries to persuade him to allow her to continue attending class.
She soon comes to class prepared to learn.
The teacher begins teaching calc.

What I Think Makes A Good Teacher

     I had a few good teachers, and a few not so good ones. The teachers that didn't work for me usually didn't connect with me, majority of the time it seemed like they had a few "favorite" students and they didn't really put much time into educating the rest of the class. The teacher's that I really appreciated didn't favor me, but they also didn't give any student special attention. All of the good teachers I have ever had gave each individual student the same amount of focus and care as they gave the rest of the class.
     Teachers that work for me are usually very honest and direct, I don't appreciate it when educators seem as if they're showing off or trying to prove that they know what they're doing and can do it better than everyone else (I've had a few math instructors that gave off this vibe). It should be implied that the educator knows what he/she's teaching about and instead of moving at super speed they should keep a steady pace and give every individual student the time he/she needs to absorb the information that the instructor is educating them on.
     Marie F. Hassett explains in her last point that educators need to "enjoy their students". I've had teachers who act as though their job is a chore, and that their students are simply there to make their life miserable. It seems that if that is their perspective on their job then they shouldn't be working as a teacher. No matter how troublesome an educator's students are I believe that they should be able to adapt and challenge themselves to teach these students in the best way that they can.

Based on what Ken Roberts said

Based on what Ken Roberts said, I believe that to create a good educator people must be able to look at a child and be able to see what causes that child to react in a positive way. There's a huge diversity of children each with completely different personalities and none of them learn in the same way. Ken explained that Mathematics is prioritized first in our educational system then English above humanities then the arts. I believe that our educational system should not have a hierarchy of whats more important in terms of education, I believe that we need to find a way to determine what learning personality our children have and then prioritize depending on what makes them tick.
 A good educator needs to be adaptable to our children's educational needs and be able to produce a good system in which the children can learn that suits them best.

Significance

     Basically, the main point of my blog was to convey a significant learning experience that made a large impact on my life. I didn't want to relate to the reader some simple experience I had such as learning to tie my shoe or ride a bike, I wanted them to know something about me that created me into the person I am today.

Final

My learning experience has to do with strength training (lifting weights etc.). But this experience isn’t about me conquering my physical goals of becoming big and strong, it’s about competition with my brothers and learning to be competitive without showing off or putting anyone down.  This event in my life is as much a learning experience as it is a bonding experience with me and my five brothers.

When I was around 8-10 years old I spent a lot of time with my father. My dad has a very active mind; he loves competition, arguing, and physical activity. He has a very explosive personality to say the least. So, through absorbing some of his traits (mostly the good ones) I have developed a pretty competitive personality. My father is a very "macho" man, always boasting about fights he's been in and how strong he is and was when he was my age. So I admired him, he made me want to grow to be big and strong like him. I quickly began to set physical goals for myself. I have a notebook from when I was 11 years old that has my push-up and pull-up goals for the year, “I’ll do 50 push-ups, 15 pull-ups and lots of sit-ups everyday”, I was very determined.  I was young so all I knew to do was push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups with half assed form, but I did a lot of them. I loved coming to school and bragging to friends about the amount of push-ups I could do. "Check out my six pack!" I'd yell and show the girls my abs, it really felt good on my ego. By the time I hit 16 years of age I was at the point where I could perform 100 solid push-ups and 30 pull-ups three times a day. At this point of my life the only thing I cared about was my personal development and self competition. That soon changed when my brothers got involved.

            The way me and my brothers all began working out together started at the end of junior year, one month before I entered the weight room. My best friend Cameron Koven and I, who’s now a step brother of mine due to our parents falling in love, hung out nearly every second of every day. The two of us are very physical and competitive people, it didn't take long for us to become obsessed with lifting weights and competing in strength related physical activities. Cameron and I went hard talking about serious body builders and strength idols we admired. We would go to the playground at night and do muscle ups, handstands, attempt the dreaded one arm pull up, which was a serious goal of ours, and simply play around and have fun. Soon after my fiend Daniel Ong, who’s an adopted brother of mine, and my little brother Levi Hernandez joined in on our gym lifestyle. It didn’t take long for us to begin competing over who’s the strongest and who can bench more than who.

            My learning experience came into play about a year after my brothers joined me in the weight room. I began to realize that I wasn’t seeing as much gains or even enjoying working since my brothers joined me in the gym. Eventually I began to realize that instead of focusing on improving myself I was putting all of my energy into proving that I was stronger than my brothers, primarily my step brother Cameron since me and him had been working out the longest.  I used try my best to show I was the strongest; I would get very competitive, almost to the extreme. I wanted my brothers to look at me and see someone to admire. For some reason something filled me with the drive to one-up every accomplishment my brothers made. If Cameron benched 185 pounds I’d have to bench 205 pounds. If Daniel did 20 pull-ups I’d have to do 30. I had to be the top dog, and if for some reason I began to feel that I was losing my position I’d start lashing out and pushing people down emotionally. Soon, instead of a friendly competitive environment, I had created a rivalry, me vs. everyone else.

            Until my senior year in high school I hadn’t applied for a single sport. I decided to go out for track and field, since it’s mostly an individual sport and friends kept asking me to join. Cameron and Daniel also decided to join with me. I focused on sprinting since I had no experience in track and sprinting is pretty basic, and as always Cameron and Daniel followed. But, unlike weight lifting where everyone has a fair chance on developing muscle, sprinting seems to be genetic. You’re either fast or you aren’t, and I was fast. Track was the first sport that I had ever attended in high school and I instantly became the second fastest on the team. I decided to drop weight lifting since strength training slows you down majorly, and focused one hundred percent of my ability on speed conditioning. While I was determined to get faster Cameron and Daniel attended track every now and then, but continued focusing on strength training in the weight room.

Track clicked something in me; it caused me to remember the determination I had when I was younger to improve without having to compete with anyone besides myself. I can remember running 200 meters over and over again in pitch darkness at 11pm on the high school track. At the time Cameron and I were having a lot of friction. We had an argument a couple of hours earlier and I decided to go on a run to burn off steam. I ran so that I could get that high, I ran to the point where the only thing I could feel was my breath and the sweat on my forehead. I was thinking of all the times I had been arrogant, all the times that me and Cameron fought over stupid things that really didn’t matter. Then I finally realized something. I realized that the only thing that matters at this point in my life is improving me. I’m young and I have no children, no wife, the only thing that I need to focus on is to work hard at developing myself into an important individual, to compete with no one other than myself and to push myself to my absolute limit in everything that I care about, whether it be school work, making friends, or the gym.

            The only person that I need to spend energy on is me, and spread love to the people that I care about. I’m grateful to have my brothers in my life to help me realize such an important lesson. They’ve taught me that true competition is self competition and that certain people are put in your life not to bring you down, but to help you lift yourself up.

Rough Draft

My learning experience has to do with strength training (lifting weights etc.). But this experience isn’t about me conquering my physical goals of becoming a big and strong, it’s about competition with my brothers and learning to be competitive without showing off or putting anyone down.  This event in my life is as much a learning experience as it is a bonding experience with me and my five brothers.

When I was around 8-10 years old I spent a lot of time with my father. My dad has a very active mind; he loves competition, arguing, and physical activity. He has a very explosive personality to say the least. So, through absorbing some of his traits (mostly the good ones) I have developed a pretty competitive personality. My father is a very "macho" man, always boasting about fights he's been in and how strong he is and was when he was my age. So I admired him, he made me want to grow to be big and strong like him. I quickly began to set physical goals for myself. I have a notebook from when I was 11 years old that has my push-up and pull-up goals for the year, “I’ll do 50 push-ups, 15 pull-ups and lots of sit-ups everyday”, I was very determined.  I was young so all I knew to do was push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups with half assed form, but I did a lot of them. I loved coming to school and bragging to friends about the amount of push-ups I could do. "Check out my six pack!" I'd yell and show the girls my abs, it really felt good on my ego. By the time I hit 16 years of age I was at the point where I could perform 100 solid push-ups and 30 pull-ups three times a day. At this point of my life the only thing I cared about was my personal development and self competition. That soon changed when my brothers got involved.

            The way me and my brothers all began working out together started at the end of junior year, one month before I entered the weight room. My best friend Cameron Koven and I, who’s now a step brother of mine due to our parents falling in love, hung out nearly every second of every day. The two of us are very physical and competitive people, it didn't take long for us to become obsessed with lifting weights and competing in strength related physical activities. Cameron and I went hard talking about serious body builders and strength idols we admired. We would go to the playground at night and do muscle ups, handstands, attempt the dreaded one arm pull up, which was a serious goal of ours, and simply play around and have fun. Soon after my fiend Daniel Ong, who’s an adopted brother of mine, and my little brother Levi Hernandez joined in on our gym lifestyle. It didn’t take long for us to begin competing over who’s the strongest and who can bench more than who.

            My learning experience came into play about a year after my brothers joined me in the weight room. I began to realize that I wasn’t seeing as much gains or even enjoying working since my brothers joined me in the gym. Eventually I began to realize that instead of focusing on improving myself I was putting all of my energy into proving that I was stronger than my brothers, primarily my step brother Cameron since me and him had been working out the longest.  I used try my best to show I was the strongest; I would get very competitive, almost to the extreme. I wanted my brothers to look at me and see someone to admire. For some reason something filled me with the drive to one-up every accomplishment my brothers made. If Cameron benched 185 pounds I’d have to bench 205 pounds. If Daniel did 20 pull-ups I’d have to do 30. I had to be the top dog, and if for some reason I began to feel that I was losing my position I’d start lashing out and pushing people down emotionally. Soon, instead of a friendly competitive environment, I had created a rivalry, me vs. everyone else.

            Until my senior year in high school I hadn’t applied for a single sport. I decided to go out for track and field, since it’s mostly an individual sport and friends kept asking me to join. Cameron and Daniel also decided to join with me. I focused on sprinting since I had no experience in track and sprinting is pretty basic, and as always Cameron and Daniel followed. But, unlike weight lifting where everyone has a fair chance on developing muscle, sprinting seems to be genetic. You’re either fast or you aren’t, and I was fast. Track was the first sport that I had ever attended in high school and I instantly became the second fastest on the team. I decided to drop weight lifting since strength training slows you down majorly, and focused one hundred percent of my ability on speed conditioning. While I was determined to get faster Cameron and Daniel attended track every now and then, but continued focusing on strength training in the weight room.

Track clicked something in me; it caused me to remember the determination I had when I was younger to improve without having to compete with anyone besides myself. I can remember running 200 meters over and over again in pitch darkness at 11pm on the high school track. At the time Cameron and I were having a lot of friction. We had an argument a couple of hours earlier and I decided to go on a run to burn off steam. I ran so that I could get that high, I ran to the point where the only thing I could feel was my breath and the sweat on my forehead. I was thinking of all the times I had been arrogant, all the times that me and Cameron fought over stupid things that really didn’t matter. Then I finally realized something. I realized that the only thing that matters at this point in my life is improving me. I’m young and I have no children, no wife, the only thing that I need to focus on is to work hard at developing myself into an important individual, to compete with no one other than myself and to push myself to my absolute limit in everything that I care about, whether it be school work, making friends, or the gym.

            The only person that I need to spend energy on is me, and spread love to the people that I care about. I’m grateful to have my brothers in my life to help me realize such an important lesson. They’ve taught me that true competition is self competition and that certain people are put in your life not to bring you down, but to help you lift yourself up.

Events in my life that led to my learning experience

   
          Events in my life that led to my learning experience: 

       When I was younger (around 8-10 years old) I spent a lot of time with my father. My dad has a very active mind; he loves competition, arguing, and physical activity. He has a very explosive personality to say the least. So, through absorbing some of his traits (mostly the good ones) I have developed a pretty competitive personality. My father is a very "macho" man, always boasting about fights he's been in and how strong he is and was when he was my age. So I admired him, he made me want to grow to be big and strong like him.

       When I was in elementary school around fourth grade I began setting physical goals. I was young so all I knew to do was push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups with half assed form. But I did a lot of these three exercises, I still have pages I wrote keeping track of the amount I did daily. I loved coming to school and bragging to friends about the amount of push-ups I could do. "Check out my six pack!" I'd yell and show the girls my abs, it really felt good on my ego.

     I continued these three simple exercises, with variations of ab exercises (my favorite muscle to work out), until about the end of my junior year in high school, when I was introduced to the school weight room. Lifting weights was a funny experience for me, I thought I was so strong when it came to push-ups and pull-ups but lifting objects other than my own body weight was a completely different feeling. It was like I had never worked those muscles before, and I liked the new feeling. Through lifting weights I saw quick gains strength wise and visually. I literally began to see new muscle forming all over my body I never knew I had before, it was an such a good feeling it's all I wanted to do.

     The way me and my brothers all began working out together started about one month before I entered the weight room (End of junior year). Me and my best friend Cameron Koven, now my step brother (our parents fell in love), hung out nearly every second of every day. The two of us are very physical and competitive people, it didn't take long for us to become obsessed with lifting weights and competing in strength related physical activities. Cameron and I went hard talking about serious body builders and strength idols we admired. We would go to the playground at night and do muscle ups, handstands, attempt one arm pull ups (which was a serious goal of ours) and simple play around and have fun. 

     Eventually me and Cameron encouraged a friend of mine named Daniel Ong (now an adopted brother of ours) to join us in our gym lifestyle. Daniel is of Asian ascent, and was about 5'6'' and 125 lb’s at the time. At first he was very reluctant to join us. He would come into the weight room and dink around, not putting any effort into building up a sweat. Majority of the time he would leave early or just sit around. So of course, as most bro's do, Cameron and I started taunting him and forcing him to work his butt of. For the first few weeks he absolutely hated it, but as time passed and he started seeing gains it was clear he liked it and became addicted to the gym lifestyle. Soon it was the three amigos, me, Cameron, and Daniel in the gym every day feeling the burn. Daniel has now lost all previous body fat and has gained 15 pounds of pure muscle with the ability to bench 225 lb's 4 times.

     I have a little brother named Levi Hernandez; he has always had broad shoulders, long arms and a big head, the perfect build for a heavy lifter. Eventually Cameron, Daniel, and I showed him the weight room. Levi started at about 145 lb's with a small about of body fat. Levi loved it from the start. I remember him benching 95 lb's at about 10 reps with lousy form. Levi now benches 225 lb's at 10 reps. After 2 years in the weight room he is now 165 lb's, that's a 20 lb increase of muscle, pretty impressive if you ask me.

     

My Fav Ed. Nar.

     Of all the blogs I've read and posted on, Malcolm X's "Learning to Read" really stood out. The way he took a bad moment in his life and turned it into a learning experience really inspired me to make the best of every situation I get. 

     When Malcolm firsts entered prison he had poor penmanship, a small vocabulary, and very slow reading skills. His want to improve his writing skills started through his letters, "I became increasingly frustrated at not being able to express what I wanted to convey in letters that I wrote" quickly he began studying the dictionary and copying down pages of vocabulary words. Malcolm read countless educational texts, studied hundreds of thousands of vocabulary words, and wrote pages of letters and notes simply because he wanted to learn and improve his literacy skills.

     I respect Malcolm for his determination to increase his education and create such a learning environment out of prison. Plenty of people are thrown into prison and turn a bad situation into something worse, but Malcolm did the complete opposite, he created a seven year study session simply because he wanted to excel in reading and turn himself into a better, well read person.

How the Blog's Differ

   

     So far I have read 5 narratives and each of them is different in its own way. Each narrative has a different voice/tone, learning experience, and moral.

     The voice in each narrative is unique to its author. Malcolm X has a very strong opinionated voice that demands the reader’s attention unlike Rose's voice that has a experienced tone that simply wants you to listen. Each article has a message they want to relate to you and they use their voice to give that message a personality.

     The narratives each have a unique learning experience. Malcolm X's is clearly how he learned to read, write and gain a large vocabulary when Rose's how he learned to cope with an unfamiliar situation and make the best of it. Each narrative has a different experience, some easier to grasp than others.

     The last differing point is how each narrative has a basic moral. A moral is whatever you take away from the article and apply it in your own life. I believe Malcolm X's moral was to make the best out of a hard situation and change that situation into a learning experience. When “How I Learned to Program Computers" by Feross Aboukhadiejeh was simply trying to tell you to find something you're passionate about and apply yourself to it 100%.

My Learning Experience

     My learning experience has to to with exercise and lifting weights with my five brothers. I have a very exercise oriented family and we all motivate each other greatly to excel and set goals for ourselves. It all started about four years ago when I began having push-up and pull-up competitions with my four brothers and friend Daniel Ong (now a brother of mine). We wanted to increase our strength and endurance but only knew basic workouts and routines. So we would go to playgrounds at night and play around on the money bars, showing off, and trying new things to prove whose stronger than who.
     Basically my learning experience is self development physically and competitively. I used try my best to show I was the strongest and I would get very competitive, almost to the extreme. I wanted my brothers to look at me and see someone to admire. But as I've grown older I've learned that it's not the competition with others that matters, it's competition with yourself and challenging yourself to do and be the best you can be. Overall there's certain events that made me realize the importance of controlled competition, but i'll save that for my paper.

"How I Learned to Travel Solo"

I just read the educational narrative "How I Learned to Travel Solo" By Cate Huston. She told of her traveling experiences and how to cope with being alone for long duration's of time in unfamiliar places. She gave advice on how you should "embrace introvert time alone", "stay somewhere comfortable", and to "savor small moments". The article was educational and if you were planning on traveling alone this narrative would give some useful tips. She also spoke from her own point of view, and like the other narratives I've read it was her personal learning experiences that she wanted to relate to the reader for their benefit. She describes events that took place while she was traveling and how she learned to cope with these situations. Similar to the other articles she had her own point of view and she shared her own learning experiences, she didn't state facts on how to travel alone, she simply gave her opinion on what to do to make the trip easier. In Malcolm X's narrative he shared how he learned to read, not "how to read". The same goes for Feross Aboukhadiejeh's blog "how I learned to Program Computers", he shared his learning experience on programming computers, his blog was never meant to be a guide on programming computers. Every one of the blogs I have posted on are based on an individual’s unique learning experience.