Hero Project Reflection

1. I think a hero is defined by the person they are effected by, therefore creating a one perspective that that person was a hero, even tho someone else may perceive someones "good deeds" as bad.

2. Project Description: In this project we were required to pick someone (locally) that we considered a hero in our eyes. We then had to learn what a character sketch was and create one describing how this person is a hero or showing them in their heroic moment.

3.The first step of this project was to pick the person we were going to honor and describe why we were honoring them, after that we had to learn how to write a character sketch. Then we had to write our first draft, have it peer reviewed by Diana's class, then write a second draft. After we wrote our second draft we had to turn it into Charlotte, then she reviewed it, then write our final draft. During all of this we also had to take two different pictures of our hero, one of them in their heroic moment and the second a portrait of them. After we were all finished we pu all of this information into an Adobe InDesign template and turn it into Charlotte.

4. Definetly one thing I learned was how to create a character sketch, and us Adobe InDesign. Really the only challenge I met was meeting deadlines.

5. One of the habits of mind I used was evidence. I had to do alot of research about H1N1 disease and find out alot about it to write my character sketch.

6. This is my Final Character Sketch

Hero Sketch

A hero can mean many different things to different people. To me the definition of a hero is my mom, Rhea Ann Simpson. My mom is the nursing lead (the supervisor of all the nurses in urgent care at SDSU, also a nurse).

“Ok, who’s here?” My mom says as she arrives at work, tired as usual.

“We have two nurses missing in the screening room,” said one of her coworkers.

“Ok well I will fill in for them when I’m done in my office,” she said disappointed as usual that people were absent.

When she was finally done in her office she walked out and saw the patient that she had to screen. He was coughing the whole time he was there and was pale as a ghost, it smelled of death.

“So what’s wrong?” she said already inspecting the patient, going through every procedure like she had done it a million times before (and she has). “Fever and tensed muscles,” she thought to herself.

“Well,” said the patient, “ I have a sore throat, I’ve been coughing up a storm, and my muscles have been tensing quite a bit.” My mom made a slight grin then quickly put it away.

“Do you have asthma?” My mom said like his life depended on it.

“No.”

“Ok,” said my mom, almost looking disappointed. “looks like you’ve got the flu.”

“ But not the swine flu right?” said the patient with fear in his eyes.

“ No,” said my mom feeling guilty “ fluids and rest ok?” she said in a very motherly tone

“Ok thank you nurse.” Said the patient as he left the door.

“Ugh.” grunted my mom as she walked into a hallway where all the nurses were. ”We have another case of swine flu.”

“Wow, did you tell him?” asked one of the nurses for some reason surprised.

“ About 99 percent of the people we screen for the flu have it,” She said, without a hint of sarcasm or humor in her voice. “ I f we told all the students they had swine flu, there would be mass hysteria on the campus, and we cant let that happen. Besides it’s just as easily treatable as the regular flu, we have to keep that from happening.”

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. He was a tall skinny man, hair like a lion's mayne (smilie). She shrugged, with a look on her face like she wanted to huddle up in a corner and just stay there forever. She thought back to the last time she tried to talk to him.
" Hey whats up?" she said to him
" Who are you?" He asked. She then ran away, face in her arms, crying because he didnt know who she was.(flashback)
"No i wont let that happen again!" She thought to herself, " I'm not going to humiliate myself again!"
She was suddenly a fierce creature, ready to pounce on her pray. (metaphor)
" H-hey whats up?" She said with a bit of confidence in her tone.
" Hey, have I seen you before?" He said without a care in the world.
" Nope, wanna go out sometime?"
" Sure" He said with surprise in his eyes.
" Okay, awesome" She said, about to explode with joy.
"So where do you wanna go?" He asked.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm" She said, as all her confidence seemd to flush down the toilet. She then ran away scared. ( Irony)

Life as a High Schooler

My heart races faster than normal as I sat down while the graduation started. As I wait for the other team to finish I think about all the good times I had throughout middle school. I think of the time when we were all goofing off in class and Mr. Elizondo just plain joined in. This thought suddenly brought a burst of happiness straight into my heart. As each name gets called the line gets shorter and shorter, my heart beats faster and faster.

When the Hetrick/ Eggleston team finished giving out their “diplomas” (which I later found out were just rolled pieces of paper), I knew it was my teams turn, the Staff/ Holmes team. I remember how we practiced this specific moment for over an hour trying to get it right. “This is almost monotonous” I thought to myself. As they introduce our team we all stand up, and get in line in an abecedarian fashion.

“Smile!” says my friend’s mom as she takes a picture of me from the side of the line. As the camera flashes my eyes are suddenly blinded, but only for a few seconds. As the vision in my eyes comes back, my vision is flooded with black dots. I rub my eyes and open them again to see everything as clear as ever.

“Eric Simpson” Mr. Holmes calls from the podium.

Adrenaline rushes into my veins and I jump up on the stage, almost running towards Mr. Holmes to grab my “diploma”. He throws out his arm to give me a good hand shaking. I respectfully deny it and instead give him a big hug. As I start walking off he gives me a nice pat on the back. As I am walking back to my seat I see my parents, giving me a congratulatory nod. I sit back down feeling good. At that moment I realize that as I pass into high school, my life will never be the same again. Emotions swell up in my brain, overpowering every muscle in my face and my eyes suddenly tear up with the fact that all of these people, all of my friends, will all be going in different directions, off to different high schools and their life as young adults. Although I take comfort in the fact that a lot of my friends will be going to the same high school as me, the infamous High Tech High Media Arts.

Sherif Shoe

" Hey Shoe!" Called one of the deputies. " We goy us a classic bar fight on our hands, now get you and your dumbo ears in the car and get over to the tavern!"

" Right away Sir" I said with haste, grabbing my jacket while simultaneously buttening on my sherif's badge.

I ran to the car, jumped in and sped away to the ol' saloon. As I got there i immediately saw ol' Jimmy get thrown out the window. I stepped into the saloon, kicking the doors open like a cowboy. As I walked in i could hardly see anything with smoke filling the air. I pulled out my gun and shot it 3 times.

" Now all you listen here, get outta this bar right now or ima go apeshit on your asses!" All the men immediately scrambled for the doors like a heard of cattle trying to escape. When everyone left and the smoke cleared a approached the bar tender to find out the cause, because I am a police man it is the rules to find hte cause.

" So, What the hell happened here?" I said in almost a menacing voice.

" Well," Said the bar tender, still shaking from the brawl. "A black man came in you see, and he came straight up to the bar and asked for a beer." he pointed to where the black man sat. " Now all the boys at the bar got a little restless because of this, and one man came up to him and grabbed him by the collar." "then he said: Boy you best be gettin out o these here parts, aint no room for the colored men around here"

" Go on." I said in a demanding voice.

" Well then the black man punched him, then after all that everything was a blur"

"Well thank you for your time" I said " Good thing you called up, those men coulda burned down this whole here saloon" " I seen them types before, them racists, it aint to pretty what they do"

" No sir it aint" said the bar tender as i was leaving.

" Another job well done Shoe" I said to myself as I stepped back into the car.

Order of Operations

1.) 1+1-32(6+4)

2.) 32x48/(62^2+89^3)

3.) 65+89+2-8=148

My Favorite Fictional Hero

My favorite fictional hero(s) are the Mc.Mannis brothers from the cult phenomenon movie, Boondock Saints. The storyline behind the Mc.Mannis brothers is that they started as two regular people put into extraordinary circumstances and had to kill two russian mobsters. After the incident they came to the decision that they would go out and kill all that is evil in the world. The Mc.Mannis brothers are my favorite fictional heros because they are actually just regular people going out and doing the best for the world by killing all of the bad people

30 things you dont know about me!

1. I love snowboarding
2. My last name is Simpson
3. I wish i could surf better!
4. I have a sister that goes to hthma
5. I love writing, especially poems
6. I am amazingly good with computers
7. I've been attacked by a deer
8. I've read twilight
9. Drwaing is one of my passions
10. I've been speaking spanish for 7 years
11. I went to htmma
12. I play bass guitar, guitar, piano, and the flute a little
13. I am in a band, the name being Five Layer Party Dip
14. I have an obsession with my laptop, as well as my ipod
15. My favorite type of music is death metal
16. My favorite kind of food is spaghetti
17. I am 1/4 Italian
18. I am a boy scout, and almost an eagle scout
19. I've taught myself almost everything I've known about guitar
20. The first song i ever learned on bass is War Pigs by Black Sabbath
21. I am related to the 12th president of the United States, Zachary Taylor
22. I've met Rob Zombie!
23. I have an xbox 360, and my gamertag is nfinity2354
24. My grandpa on my mom's side immigrated from Italy
25. My favorite artist is Alex Pardee and is also my #1 inspiration
26. I like to play my music really really loud
27. My favorite thing to do at concerts is mosh
28. I blank out alot, especially when I'm staring at someone
29. I am almost always on facebook
30. I finished my list!
31. I'm trying to get extra credit by adding another number =)