Post #1 - 5th Six Weeks

I remember a time I had to prove myself to my parents when I was twelve years old. I used to stay after school to play volleyball for my middle school team, I would get out at six and my parents would often forget at what time I got out, they would come half an hour late. One day I asked them if I could get a cell phone, so that I could remind them to pick me up or tell them that we had a game and was staying late. My parents said no because I wasn't responsible enough to take care of a phone and because my grades were slipping. In order for me to prove I was responsible enough I had to help out more around the house and get my grades up. I would clean the house, instead of sitting down and watching TV, and in school I would finish my work in class and turned in my homework on time. My grades went from borderline to 90's in a matter of weeks. My parents had seen  the progress I had made, I not only showed that I was responsible but that I was also determined, if I put my mind to doing something I would accomplish it. A week later when my parents picked me up they told me I had a surprise waiting for me at home. When I got to my house, on top of the kitchen table was a box, on top of the box was my name "Elizabeth," I opened the box and inside was a brand new cell phone. My parents told me I had proven that I was responsible enough to take care of a cell phone and to keep my grades from going down again. This was the time I had to prove myself to my parents to show them I was responsible.

Post #6 - 4th Six Weeks

                 When I was younger around the age of five or six, I made a decision based on my emotions. I was getting off of my school bus with my older brother and he was walking with his friend and his little sister. His little sister was talking to me, but I wasn't paying any attention to her because I was trying to get home. She kept trying to talk to me and then began following me as I attempted to get my brother to keep walking with me, he didn't even turn I my direction as he continued his conversation. The entire time I was talking Spanish which the other girl began to mimic me. I was angry at my brother for not paying any attention to me and I ended up screaming at the girl I told her to "shut up and get away from me." I regret doing that because I felt really bad about what I had done, she had caught me in a bad mood and I had taken my anger out on her.

Post #5 - 4th Six Weeks

               In this one picture there are at least 5 elements of design. One is space, space is above the buildings, that is called space because there is nothing there. Line is another element in this picture, the line goes below the buildings dividing the buildings with their reflection. The size of the buildings is different distinguishing them from the others. The reflection of the buildings in the water has texture, because you can see where the light makes the buildings look as if they are bended.  Shape is seen in this picture too, the shape that is most noticeable is a rectangle, the buildings are rectangle, the picture is divided into two large rectangles.