LEN's Grade 10 Blog:

Hello! There are many reasons for you to have stumbled upon my blog. Maybe you know me from somewhere else on the net -my deviantART, my YouTube, among other things- but whatever the reason is, the main thing to know about this blog is that it's old! That's right, ancient~ (Or at least in terms of the internet) However, it is part of my personal history, so it would feel wrong for me to permanently remove it.

So I'm just going to let it sit here to rot, and hope that it blends well into it's surroundings.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Freedom Writers

  "Freedom Writers", a movie produced by Paramount and released on January 5, 2007, was one of the best films I have seen in a long time.  It challenges a lot of what we know to be a true family, and makes us think upon the preconceived ideas we have centered around race.  The actors and producers did a wonderfully accurate portrayal of racial issues existing within American and Canadian school systems alike.

  The movie is based on the true accounts of the teacher Erin Gruwell, who moves from the safety of her residence in Newport Beach, to the crime-filled streets of Long Beach, California.  It revolves around her recollection of the events that occurred with the first two years of her teaching at the school, and the recorded journals of the students in her English 9-10 class. 

  The film follows the life of a reform school teacher and the challenges that she faces as she struggles to teach and build a connection with the students in the class.  The first day she arrives there, she is filled with optimism about teaching the integration class.  This is due the fact that her father was involved in many activist programs, and she was brought-up being told that everyone could do good when given the chance.  The vice principal warns her of the great challenges she has ahead of her and that it will not be an easy task.  Though she remains confident, there is a hint of uncertainty in the air when she enters the class.  Fights brake out amongst the students and there social clicks, everyone divides themselves in accordance to their race.  Her positivity soon fades to stress and dispair as reality sinks-in. 

  During one of her English classes, she has a melt-down infront of the students when one of them draws a racist portrait of an African American student and passes it around the class behind the teachers back.  This then sparks an uproar that throws them into a discussion about the Nazi party of Germany and then the Holocaust.  When the teacher is finished speaking, everyone is silent until one of the students quietly raises his hand and asks the teacher what the Holocaust was.  This gives the teacher the idea of teaching them about the events of World War Two through reading the "The Diary of Anne Frank", and by latter taking them to a museum on the Holocaust. 

  One of the favorite parts in the movie is when she divides the classroom in half by placing a strip of duct-tape across the floor.  She tells the students that they are going to play a little game called "the line game." She begins asking them simple trivial question like who bought the latest "Snoop Dog" CD, and asking them to step on the line if the question applies to them.  With each succeeding question, they become more and more personal. 

  She asked them if anyone has ever lost a friend to gang violence; all of them step on the line.  She continues by asking if anyone has ever lost two friends do to gang violence; only a few students step off the line, the rest of them stay.  She works her way up through the numbers from three to four or more friends being lost to gang violence.  She watches silently as ten or so students remain on the line.  Then she tells the students to offer their respect and honor those lost companions by saying the names of them out loud.  The classroom is filled with the sound of all the lives taken away from them due to gang violence.  All the students become emotional as they realise just how similar they really are to each other, and for that moment, race only becomes the overlying scenes, not something that divides them but unites them all. 

  This movie is not like any other movie I have seen before.  It has a deeper meaning to it that states something far greater than other movie can seem to describe.  It makes us reconsider what we believe to be a family, as the students break their barriers and build a closer scence of trust for one another. 

  The quality of the film is very well done.  The only thing I found to be confusing in the film were the voice-overs.   They seemed to work contradictory to the scenes at different points of the film.  Sometimes it was hard to find-out who was doing the "thinking out loud" as it clichéd with what the student was doing at the time.  The one that really stood-out to me was the one that was done with Ben (one of the students) towards the first half of the movie.  It is hard to tell if it is him that is doing the talking, as his movements don't seem to match what he is saying.  In other words, he didn't seem that he was thinking too hard about anything from a visual point of view.   Most of the scenes where voice-overs had been implemented did seem to do a fairly good job of conveying the character's inner thoughts, but for the select few that it didn't, it almost makes you want to question if they were ever needed in the first place. 

  All in all, I really enjoyed watching this movie and would highly recommend it to anyone that has ever had to deal with issues of race eghther at school or in their home community.  It would be a good movie for teachers to give to their students to watch as a class, as long as it is approved by the school's administrator as the type of language used and words spoken in this film are questionable, depending on what age group you are showing it to.  If the book is anything like the movie, which in most situations they usually are, then I would suggest picking-up a copy of the book before you watch the movie (for those of you that like to read) if not, then the movie shouldn't be all that hard to follow anyway.  So, on a scale of one to ten, I would rate this film at around a "nine point one" because it is a truly inspirational film.  So, what are you waiting for?  Go see it now!

End of second blog - (&.&) [pleas tell me I spelled "clichéd" right?
I'm suposed to be good at french... how embarising (-.-)''

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Writing~ What do I Write About?

  I spend a large portion of my time devoted to writing.  I will write upon just about anything and everything imaginable.  I don't tend to follow the strict structures and format of condensed writing that everyone in society tends to be forced upon doing; I usually keep my writing as free-flowing and creative as possible [often times, too poetic and deep for anyone to understand, only me.]

  I like to keep-track of all my thoughts and ideas in a journal, in which I write in daily [almost by the hour.]  I pour-out whatever is being kept captive inside my mind, so my journal entries when finished look more like collages of words and stories than a recap of the day’s events.  I don't mind it, thought.  It kind of makes them look like works of art, with knickknacks, pictures and whatnot running down the sides and all throughout the page.  It's good though for keeping my journals' secrets, no one can make head or tail of what I wrote, even if they were to peer into my book without me noticing.  It is far too incomprehensible for anyone to read [partially due to the fact that everything in it is encrypted and encoded in several different language scripts... Yeah, I'm weird, but I have fun while I'm doing it anyway.]

  Most of what I write is poetry; everything about poetry fascinates me.  It's amazing how someone can breathe so much life into just a few short sentences of words, and how everyone’s interpretation of what the author wrote about is different.  Poetry is so unconstructed, yet so complex, it's almost like reading the Bible.  It's like going into the abstract section of an art gallery and watching as people gawk over the strangest things.  Like how the look of a particular stroke or splotch of paint reminds them of their great-aunt Tessa, or how a certain shape of a sculpture speaks to them in a way that evokes an emotion of some kind.  Poetry is art, there is no doubt about that, and for that reason, among many others, I love Poetry.

  Some of my best ideas for writing usually come spontaneously to me [unfortunately at the most inconvenient of times.  Like rate before I'm about to fall asleep.] I then try to take that one spark of an idea and go-wild with it, vigorously trying to get it down on paper in written form before it is lost.  There are times though when I can't always have my journal on me, such as when I am at school. When that happens, I take out my notepad, or open to a back page of a scribbler and begin jotting things down [still encrypted of course.] In doing this, nothing is ever lost.  And I can still take it home with me and insert it into my journal either by tapping it in or copying down. 

  If you're reading this, you're probably wondering what a guy like me is doing pouring himself out through the Internet for the whole world to see.  "What's my purpose in creating this site?"  As far as I can see, I have none.  If all I accomplish from doing this is having a few people that I know from school, curiously checking-out my post to see if I wrote anything about them, then that's fine.  But, I guess the only thing that I really want people to get from this website upon leaving, is the sense that they have something or someone to relate to.  If that's the most that ever happens, then that in itself is an accomplishment to be held by me.  It would give me satisfaction if someone, somewhere enjoyed this site.  So please, leave me a comment letting me know what you think.  It would be greatly appreciated if you did.
 
[Boy, that ending was cheesy] -End of first blog...