Wednesday, May 1, 2013

AP English 13

         Gritting my teeth, I manage to finish the essay in record time.  Even though my hand throbs with biting pain after having to write pages of analysis, a wide smile still encroaches my face as I realize I just finished my last writing assignment in AP English class.  What a wonderful day!  After years of grueling effort and exertion, graduation day from high school, or more accurately, graduation day from AP English, stands only a day away.  Tears of happiness begin to swell in my eyes.  I love my lif—
          BOOM!  A large flash of light expands across the classroom.  Complete darkness follows, along with rampant screams of terror.  What could possibly…the snowstorm!  My feelings of prior jubilance soon melt into a puddle of depression.  The latest crescendo of wind outside must have knocked down the local power lines.  In the blackness, panic became almost palpable.
          “It seems the power has gone out.” All eyes turn toward the front classroom, revealing Ms. Serensky at her desk, a flashlight shining on her face—reminiscent to that of an adult telling a scary story at a campfire.  After a moment of silence, she proceeds to the classroom door and tries to open it, but fails.  “That latest bout of wind also seems to have caused part of this school’s infrastructure to collapse.  Or in layman’s terms, we’re trapped in here.”
          Gasps of fear erupt throughout the room.  I hear a person next to me begin to sob.  “Your lives are in my hands.  I am the king of this island now,” continues Ms. Serensky.  She shines the flashlight on the classroom closet.  “Exit, pursued by a bear.” 
          Antigonus jumps from the closet space, with a large ferocious mammal right behind him.  “Please, no!  Don’t do this Ms. Serensky! God help me,” bellows Antigonus.  Panting with dread, Antigonus tries to make run for the line of windows.  However, the large grizzly bear beats him to it and mauls the poor man’s body apart, limb by limb.  Blood splatters across the nearest row of students.  The fervent cries of Antigonus, once loud and powerful, soon fade to silence.
            “As you all can see, this is what happens if any of you betray me.”  Solemnly, Ms. Serensky scans the classroom, shining her light on everyone’s faces.  The bear meanders its way to her, and she pets the animal’s bloody, mangled hair.  “Let the games begin.”

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Five Steps to a Five/P90X


It took some significant effort to compile this concise and effective source of AP English advice and stratagems.  Please guard this manual with your life and treat it with reverence.  If you follow these five steps, you can expect glory, wealth, and a 5 on the AP exam in the near future.  However, if you digress from this set path of instructions, prepare for pain and anguish.

Step One:  Never look back. 
            It all comes back to the origin—that time you first sign up for AP English 11.  When you sign your scheduling contract with the Chagrin Falls Counseling Department, your soul will become the property of a higher power.  Do not fret.  Do not cry.  Do not get anxious.  These emotions will only weigh you down, and in some severe cases, destroy you.  Honestly, you will probably lose many of your friends on this journey.  You must leave them behind, as only the strong survive.

 Step Two: Weight training for your hands.
            Unless you start bulking your hands up with some serious muscle, you can anticipate to have arthritis by the time you turn twenty. Many a student has suffered a drop in his or her English grade because of the inability to cope with the physical stress.  Weak hands, weak mind.

 Step Three: Stock up on blue and black pens.
            Only two colors of ink have permission to enter the domain of Ms. Serensky.  To bring any other color would shake the foundations of the classroom.  Red?  Purple?  Green?  Sorry, fat chance.  How about black and blue?  Sure, if you can handle Ms. Serensky making you black and blue.

Step Four: Never miss a day of class…ever.
            The bus has broken down and your car has no gas.  Also, a lightning storm rages outside your window and the temperature has dropped below zero.  School starts in less than thirty minutes.  What do you do?  You run as fast as humanly possible—or collapse from complete exhaustion—until you reach the AP English classroom.  Missing one day could freeze the world over and permanently prevent you from catching up.  Punctuality or failure?   Personally, I prefer the former option.

 Step Five: Make friends with smart people.
             Only four days of the year in AP English offer a glimpse of hope for a good grade: Extra Credit Multiple Choice Day.  During any one of these joyous days, you can actually see your grade increase in AP English.  Therefore, to optimize that percentage of increase, ditch the dummies and find a group of people you think could answer multiple choice questions efficiently. 

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

I Need an Alphabet Song for My Name


[The following paragraph comes from a diary entry from the one and only Katie
Schmiedicker.  I managed to steal a page and transcribe it myself.  Enjoy.]

Dear Diary,

Ugh!  What another boring, long day.   Why do seniors have to go to school second semester?   I do not see the point.  This morning, I had another substitute teacher in one of my classes.  Obviously, teachers do not want to show up anymore as well.  Anyways, the substitute spent five minutes mispronouncing my name during the call for attendance.  “Skmid-idick-er?” No. “Smyde-deeker?”  Still, no. “Can you sound it out for me, Katie?” Has everyone forgotten how to use phonetics? People just need to sound it out.  Come on, root words.  Besides having a first name shared by hundreds of people in Chagrin Falls High School, I also have the longest last name no one has ever heard of—such a sad paradox.  Later in the day, things picked up a little bit.  During gym class, I demolished everyone in volleyball.  Honestly, the other team should not have even showed up.  I mean, they call me the “Gold Digger.”  It felt wonderful to vent some of my anger and frustration with the school system into an athletic activity—so many problems around here (sigh).  After teaching those underclassmen a lesson in sports, I began the trek to the classroom of AP English 12.  It only took a few self-motivational speeches, but I managed to convince myself to enter through the doorway.  Inside, I sat next to my writing partner, Alex King.  Among all of the writing partners I have had before, Alex and I probably share the most compatibility.  We procrastinate, waver on what to write about, and usually have no clue what to do most of the time.  Would I call these qualities ingredients for success?  Probably not, but who cares.  Today, Ms. Serensky gave the class a prompt with two poems and asked us to pre-write for it.  By the time she called “time,” I had only just started my outline.  Bummer.  Also, I think she mentioned something about a project deadline…worth half of my grade…maybe not.  Darn, I lost my train of thought.   What did I want to say?  Oh yeah, I hate school.  Alright, I am off to bed.  I already spent four hours on this diary entry.

Peace out,

Katie Schmiedicker (Spelled S-C-H-M-I-E-D-I-C-K-E-R)

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Standing Still

          Life has many milestones—specific marks of achievement spread both structurally and sporadically throughout a lifetime.  Some milestones lay in conspicuous plain sight, waiting for that specific time of grandeur to arrive.  Other milestones occur at seemingly random times, surprising us with their presence.  The first milestone I can remember occurred twelve years ago.  I stood before an imposing entrance to a frighteningly large elementary school, and I can recall feeling contrasting emotions of fear and excitement.  In a matter of moments, I would meet my classmates of tomorrow and start my formal journey of education.  Entering that building would obviously initiate Kindergarten, but it would also initiate the beginning of maturity, of growing up.  While I did not specifically know the latter fact at the time, I still felt aware of the magnitude.  That experience of immobility, standing still before my future and thinking about the life-altering events to come, perfectly encapsulates the same position I find myself in now as I prepare to graduate high school and enter college.  How do I want my college peers to view me next year?  What kind of impression do I want to leave in the minds of people I have never previously met before?  I have had quite some time to ponder these questions and I think the answer has relative simplicity.  While I consider myself to have changed considerably since my kindergarten self, I think my approach to interacting with others has not deviated.  I want others to see me as welcoming and accepting.  A whole world of people and culture exists outside the boundaries of Chagrin Falls, and I want to fully explore that world and take advantage of meeting unique people.   Therefore, I want others to think of me as genuine, sociable and eager to embrace novel experiences.  In my mind, the worst thing I can do in college consists of closing myself off to unfamiliar territory and associating myself with similar people.  Twelve years ago, a boy took those first steps.  He broke his torpor, held his head high, and walked into a new phase of life with a broad smile.  I look to his straightforward but bold actions for compelling guidance.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The Bigger Picture


Dear Distraught Girlfriend,
            Examining your request for advice, I can tell that you very much want your current relationship to succeed.  Therefore, I will provide two avenues of recommendation—one that you want to hear, and one that you need to hear.  To begin, let us explore that first avenue.  For any relationship trouble there exists the potential for conflict resolution.  Identifying and comprehending that conflict serves as the most important step in salvaging a deteriorating relationship.   Keep in mind that most complications that initiate breakups do not arise spontaneously.  If your boyfriend wants to break up with you, and you think your relationship can continue in its current state, you must have ignorance to the very problem inhibiting unification.  Relationships do not typically go awry in less than a day.  It takes time for couples to drift.  Remembering what brought the two of you together in the first place may reinforce the foundations of your relationship and shed light on what gave impetus to your boyfriend’s dissatisfaction.  Now, we shall explore the second avenue.  Despite your knowledge of your partner’s inclination to end the relationship, you want to hold on to a sinking ship.  The definition of a relationship describes “two” people who want the best for “each” other.  The moment a relationship becomes singular and one-sided, the purity of a relationship becomes tainted.  Most likely, the two of you once had a successful rapport in the past, but now you both have different interests, goals, and priorities.  Even if you do manage to convince your boyfriend to stay with you, his past desire to end the relationship will forever cast a dark shadow on your future.  Moreover, doubt and uncertainty will linger in the periphery of your thoughts.  Following this logic, you have two options.  You can either take a temporary relationship hiatus and see how life fairs without your boyfriend or you can break up and move on to bigger and better things.   Do not fret over others’ perception of you.  Select the decision that would make you most happy and content.  I wish you luck in your decision.

The One and Only,
Ms. Serensky

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The Perplexing Search for Perplexity

            As long as I can remember, people have inquired about my “favorites.”  Favorite color, favorite food, favorite movie, etc.  The expectation that people easily select and share their favorites serves as an instilled societal norm.  Unfortunately, I am an outlier—as always—for this social trend.  I find it very strenuous to recite the things I enjoy most, or consider superior.  I think this partially has to do with my aggravating tendency to find fault in everything.   Because everything has flaws, I see no reason to pinpoint a “favorite thing” if no perfect archetype exists in the first place.  Thus, my favorite book, music, and the like seem to deviate daily.  Crazy, right?  Now, after explaining my personal madness, I feel equipped to answer the question at hand: What movie sits atop my all-time favorite list? After much contemplation, I have come to a decision: Inception.  The movie has that typical standard of a wonderful cast and superb special effects, but also has something I value and find paramount to the title of “all-time great.”  The plot for Inception has such novelty and complexity unmatched in other films.  Usually, I find the majority of movies to have predictable storylines and conclusions.  Most films dabble in what made other movies successful, and synthesize a series of well-known concepts to make a decent, if not original, story.  Instead, Inception journeys into a new world of ideas.  Exerting myself mentally to determine my favorite movie reminded me of the similar headaches I experienced while watching Inception in the theater.  The movie follows a thief who journeys into the subconscious of target to implant an idea for a shady client.  The thief utilizes dreams within dreams within dreams to tap into the deepest recesses of the target’s mind.  Just thinking of that intricate plan made my own mind spin for hours on end.  I love it when a movie prompts the viewer to think critically, form hypotheses, and invent interpretations of meaning.  A movie that has that open-endedness, permitting an individualized experience for every viewer, has a very special attribute.   I may have much difficulty in evaluating the favorites of my life, but at least I now know one.   Inception plays with the nature of reality and people’s personal perceptions of it.  That focus on individuality, like my idiosyncrasy to inefficiently choose favorites, makes the movie that much more one-of-a-kind.   

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Taken


I have watched her a long time
And now she seems mature and prime.
At dawn, I decided to have her and struck,
Grabbing and placing her in the back of my truck.
I thanked the dealer for the sale
And then drove out into the strong gale.
Tears streamed from her eyes like a broken faucet
Despite my vocal instructions to stop it.
Finally the vehicle pulled into the house
I could not wait to show the puppy to my spouse.

                Recently, as a leading member of a planning committee, I helped organize a forum at the Cleveland City Club about human trafficking.  Many people know of this crime’s propagation across the globe, especially in third-world countries.  However, many individuals do not know of its domestic pervasiveness.  Currently, the city of Toledo, Ohio serves as the premier hubbub of human trafficking, or “modern slavery,” in the United States.  In my poem, I wanted to throw the reader off guard and contemplate this harsh topic before they reached the poem’s conclusion.  I utilized words like “dealer” and “sale” to construct a harsh and sympathetic tone (4, 2).  The description of buying a potential human being arouses extreme discomfort from persons living in relative security.  Additionally, I decided to build a somber mood by comparing the tears of the puppy to a “broken faucet” (7).  The image of a busted faucet conjures to mind a seemingly endless streaming of tears, which tugs at the heartstrings of the reader and pushes the implication of future pain or torture.  Most of all, the opening line of the poem, “I have watched her a long time,” begins the story with a sense of horror (1).  The ominous tone of “watched her” has a disturbing connotation and portrays the speaker as a stalker.  Human trafficking can arise in nearly any environment and flourishes on the ignorance of the uninvolved.   Hopefully, my uncomfortable poem spurs the reader to do some research on their own.  Humans need a medium like film, journalism, or poetry to espouse the empathy required to take action.