Lyrical Philosophies

Back in the days of  face to face AP Lang, we talked quite a bit about personal philosophies. 
These were usually in the forms of quick little rants that usually steered us off topic but into an area that may have been more important at the time. 
I miss those days more than you know but I am hopeful we can get back there soon.

So, during times of strife, I often turn to the comfort of songs.  Dogs too, but..ya know.  So, I've been making lots of Quarantine Play Lists...and that kinda got me thinking...

Music, to many of you, is an escape from the harsh realities of teenage life. Many of you use music as a gateway. To sanity, to serenity, to solace and/or to solitude.

So, now let's take one step further and also make it a tool by which you come to a greater understanding of how you see the world, and how you see yourself.
I'm not trying to ruin music for you--quite the opposite, actually. 
I am kind of hoping you'll get a clearer understanding of why you like music that you do.


Think about all the music you love to listen to. Specifically, think about the lyrics to songs you love. Now, I want you to pick one or two songs that adequately encapsulate how you feel about life, your life.
Of course, like a quote, nothing can COMPLETELY "sum up" your entire life--I understand that. But many songs, either through explicit or implied messages in lyrics, can at least provide a concrete example of either what you want out of life, what you want out love and how you want to be perceived, taken, understood etc.

So, your task this week is to tell us about a song, copy a few of the refrains/chorus/passages, and explicate their meaning(s) to you.

Try to pick ones that have some depth and that will provide a deeper understanding of your innate beliefs.

"All of us are products of our Childhood"--MJ

Sunday night.

This night has sort of a paradoxical connotation tied to it for me.
It goes back to my not-so-awesome childhood.

Let me explain.
I was, like many of you, a child of divorce.
 I lived with my mother, saw my father on weekends (when he remembered he had a daughter waiting for him to pick her up) and dealt with all of the guilt, sadness, and overall wistfulness of being the kid caught between parents that hated each other.
It was, as I mentioned, not really awesome.
 And Sundays were the worst because that was the day that my father would drop me back off at home, and I knew it could be the last time I ever saw him. I would make my way into the house where my mother would be waiting, and if I looked even the least bit sad, she would launch into attack mode:
“Oh what’s the matter—had so much fun with your dad that coming home to your boring old mother is too depressing? Well sorry I have to work two jobs to support us since that fun-loving s.o.b. doesn’t bother to pay child support….” 
And on it would go until her energy was spent and I was completely demoralized. My saving grace was, ironically, the fact that my father didn’t see me every weekend, so the times when I was forgotten actually saved part of my soul.  There's a metaphor there, somewhere, I'm sure, lol.

So, this childhood memory, glum though it may be, completely shaped the person I am today. For better or worse.
What did I learn? Well, for one, I learned that being yourself and feeling what you feel has consequences.
It seems like a crazy lesson, right? But it is one that I draw on to this day. I spent so much time trying to hide who I was and how I felt as a kid, that I eventually lost sight of who that actually was. When I was little, the price seemed way too high, what with listening to my mother rant and rave and tell me how ungrateful I was, so I really felt that masking my true emotions was worth it. And into my teen years, I sort of just grew accustomed to doing that. It wasn’t until I was living on my own that the impact of that mindset became clear to me: Nobody knew me. Oh sure, people knew who I was-my name was out there. But nobody actually KNEW me. And it was really scary, and really lonely.

I wish I could say that once I had this epiphany, my life magically transformed and I became a mature, well-adjusted, productive member of society. But, since I would never lie to you guys, I can’t say that because that’s not what happened. It took time. A lot of time, with a lot of very painful repercussions resulting from my journey of enlightenment. But, now, here I am. A bit worse for the wear, but soul utterly intact and identity firmly entrenched in each decision I make. Was it worth it? Yes.  About this, I am unequivocal.

So, now it’s your turn.  Of course...it need not be as "dark" because things that are light are often even more valuable.  Just give this one some thought.

What childhood memory thus far has shaped who you are? Do you want this memory to be the blueprint for which you design your “true Self?”
If the answer is no, think about how you can change your perspective on it. What can you learn?
 If the answer is yes, talk about how you can impact the world and those in it who are most important to you.
What lesson would you want to impart that has its root in this memory?
I know this is hard; take your time. Nothing worth having is ever easy. And this answer is worth having.
Trust me.

Deep Isolation Thoughts

• I miss you all so much, and I think hearing your answers to some of these questions would be really fun for all of us!  Be sure to answer the WHYs where you see them.  So, let's gooo

• What would peanut butter be called if it wasn’t called peanut butter?  Why?

• If you became invisible for 10 minutes RIGHT NOW, what (school appropriate!) things would you do?  Why?

• What is a saying or expression that you probably say too much? 

• What actor/actress would you want to play you if they ever made a movie about your life?  Why?

• Do you put your cereal in the bowl before the milk or the milk in before the cereal?

• You discover a beautiful island where you decide to build a new society. What is the first rule you put in place?  Why?

Into the Unknown

Man oh man--if ever there was a time for a blog, huh?  SHEEEEEESSHHHH.

So, ok--let's start with the elephant in the room.  This pandemic and the resulting mass hysteria and TP shortage has to be affecting you in ways I could not imagine.  I try to make light of it, but I know it's scary.  So, for now, we will start there.
During this "unprecedented time" of "navigating uncharted waters" (so many people have said this today), what are you doing to:

1. stay sane

2. keep on top of your school work

3. not plot the "accidental" murder of everyone living with you

4. not be scared/annoyed/fascinated by all the hype

What is the worst thing, for you, about this whole situation?  And because for every yin there is a yang--what are the positives you can foresee that may come from all of this? 

Let's try to make this our first check-in assignment, ok?  Try to have this answered by tonight. 

I love you guys, a lot.  Everything will be ok.

I Think; Therefore, I Am

There is an old proverb that says, basically, if you cannot ask you cannot live.

Well, no, that's not it exactly-- it sounds deeper and more profound than that but I can't think of the precise wording.

In preparation for your This I Believe presentation, which is a *Bunje English assignment, very cool, and usually fun to write, please carefully consider the questions below, and do your best to reflect and answer them as honestly as possible.

 1. What am I grateful for?

2. Am I honest?

3. What do I need to change about myself?

 4. Do I know what my talents are and do I utilize those talents?

 5. When I help someone, do I think, "what's in it for me?"

Again, answer honestly--no one will judge you, especially me. In fact, I will answer them too.  I will even go first!

* Bunje English is how I refer to our class once the AP Exam in in our rearview

What's In a Name? Quite a lot, actually.

I was thinking about names the other day, because it is something I tend to think about every so often.
 I went to school with twin girls named Misty and Summer.
Their last name? Weathers. True Story.
 Names are fun.

Shakespeare, through the voice of Juliet, asked us to consider: "What's in a name?"
Well, what is?

Were any of you named for other people, specifically, family members?

Does being named after a beloved relative heap unfair pressure on you to be a certain way--act a certain way--love certain things--just because the person you're named after did?

What about those of you who were named for favorite actors or actresses, literary characters or anything that your parents thought was cool at the time?

Do you love your name? Does it suit you? Would you change it if you could? To what?

Do you ever think you might be a different person or even look like someone different if you were named something else?

I got to thinking about that when I heard a mother call out to her son in Target the other day. "Dylannnnnn--come over hereeeeee" was kind of how it went. 

I couldn't see who Dylan was, whether he was a teen or a toddler, but I had a definite PICTURE in my head about what he SHOULD look like according to his name. 

Do you know what I mean?  When you read about characters in books or stories do you ascribe certain characteristics to them based on their names?  

For example, my name is Cassandra, which comes from Greek Tragedy, Agamemmnon by Aeschylus, but my mother and father didn't know that.
So, I have no idea really, where they got it from, but I often wonder if I would be a completely different person if my name was something simple like Lisa or Diane or something like that.
Do you know the origin of your name? 
How did you come to be a Emily or a Madison or a James or an Olivia, Amaziah  or a Sal?


When other people shorten your name does it make you angry? What about when people mispronounce it?

There are a lot of questions here--make sure you hit all of them.  I italicized the questions to make them easier to see.

Introspective Reflection: How are You?

OK, ladies and gentlemen. You have done it. Well, almost.
 The year is 3/4 over-and even more than that for AP folks because your year ends sooner than everyone else's.
So, now is the time for some introspective reflection.
And, while this is not my original blog idea (the words for the other idea I have aren't arranging themselves in my brain so I need more time with them), it is equally if not more important.

As you answer the questions, I want you to keep you in mind: how you learn, what shuts down your learning, and what you can do or I can that will improve upon, and remedy those things.  You should do this in a quite place where you can really reflect on your process. 

--Right now, at this moment, how are you?

--What do you know now that you didn't know on September 3? (You can approach this from a variety of angles--and you should--just make sure you also include the specifics of what you learned in 304)

--What kinds of things still give you fits because you can't seem to grasp the concept?  (Same thing here--I am always interested in your life beyond academics, but I want you to include academics in your scope because it may impact things you don't even realize)

--What would you like to focus on moving forward?

--What would you like to see more of? (might be the same as the last question--might not)

--Do you feel like your getting the most out of the class?

--Are you living up to your own expectations?  (in every aspect--where are you falling short? improving?)

--What can you do better, differently?

--And, most importantly--are you learning? (in all ways)

Take your time, think about your answers and tell me how you feel.  I will use your responses as a means to plan out the rest of our year.  If there are other things you would like to say, tell me, vent about (respectfully) etc feel free.  If you feel you cannot do this in a public forum, you know what to do.

PS--this is still a blog--it's not a worksheet--give it some real thought.  Your answers to these questions reveal much of your individual psychology.