Those Were the Blogs of Our Lives

Wow. To echo what I said in my first blog from the beginning of the school year, "You have NO idea what it took to get here!" The process that went into making my blogs is fascinating in retrospect, seeing how I worked whatever was influencing me at the time into my blog. I doubt anyone remembers much about my personal development across the year, but I can see clearly stages of my own development worked into individual blogs. For example, I stated that I had a closet full of legos in my second blog about Boo Radley, very similar to something I talked about much at the beginning of the year.

I can also see how I worked things that I experienced in middle school into my posts. The blog about Scout mentions how I wrote a speech about NCLB. Something which was probably still pretty recent in my mind at the time. Something that keeps coming up over and over again is how I read War and Peace though. It seems every other blog I wrote had something about how I compared The Count of Monte Cristo with War and Peace, or Great Expectations with War and Peace. its a shame I used Bon Jovi instead of War and Peace for Romeo and Juliet.

It also illustrates the personality I tried to put into my blog. Like that time I talked about crushing tiny rebellions in my titanium fist in the "The skill I've learned" blog. Though I must be honest, that blog feels in retrospect like I was praising my knowledge of TvTropes foremost. Also, there's that "Formal vs. informal diction" post, which really conveys a lot of information about myself. It also actually contained deep information that makes perfect sense if you have the same background as I do. Of course, lets face it, I don't think there's anyone who would possibly be reading this blog who would say that truly.

Indeed, I think the culmination of this whole blog assignment was to express me and my personality. This blog represents a chunk of me in the form of writing. Its more than a bunch of hurried and rushed assignments written for school, its something I poured my figurative soul into to create a gigantic screaming beast which cry's, "I, am, AARON!" There were many good times to be had across the year, and I enjoyed the writing of many a blog post before, trying to inscribe a deeper bit of myself into it. Surprisingly, I haven't made a single Queen reference yet this entire blog, so I must say that the song lyrics which describe this project and my feeling for it are put perfectly here,

"Those were the days of our lives
When bad things in life were so few
Those days are all gone now, but one thing is true,
When I look, and I find,
I still love you."

Oh yes, I forgot one more element of this blog: Its over. This is the last time I will have to make a deadline at such a ridiculous last moment that the rate of my fingers typing is so fast that I swear I see barely a blur. The last time I'll wake up at 11:37 the night it's due thinking, "Oh, CARP!" It'll be swell, but as they say, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

-Aaron

My memorable assignment

My most memorable assignment was actually one I hate hated. however, the blog states it should be memorable that shows our talents. I believe it did that. The assignment of course, was when we had to write a paper about naming a colour after something. Of course, I misunderstood the assignment and thought we had to write a paper naming the colour after yourself. Thus, I had to think of a justification for naming my colour Aaron. Naturally I did my fallback, and worked under the guise of Aaron Incorporated, or AaronINC.

Of course, that was extremely punny. I was writing about naming it after my company, but it was also AaronINC as in Aaron ink. The funny thing is I wrote it before school hurridly on a piece of notebook paper and totally didn't realize the pun until after I wrote it. I thought it was terrible, and when we read them in groups I thought mine was horrendous. Then Mathew got ahold of it. Ignoring my protests, he turned it in for the contest in class, and somehow I won with that terrible piece. It may seem contradictory, but looking back I'm pretty proud of my ability to rushingly write something and somehow despite the bad quality of the writing win a contest. However, the main thing I will always be proud of, the climax of this blog, the entire purpose of my love for that assignment, is that accidental pun. Oh yeah Aaron, I had no idea you could be such a punster without even realizing it. Aaron ink. Genius. Good job Aaron.

-Humbly yours, Aaron

My feelings on poetry

Indeed, I believe most people have had experiences with that word. The dreaded "P" word. I am of course speaking about poetry.

I think poetry is famous because of the wide depth of emotions it is capable of bringing about. In middle school my class was often given poems to read, and the intended meanings were extremely diverse. One poem, for example, would be trying to call you to action about something the poet considers important. Another would simply be trying to be clever. I unfortunately, am not always interested in said poems because often I don't agree with the opinion the author of the poem is trying to convey. My favorite poems are usually the ones that make me smile.

I mean, sure "doom and gloom" are supposed to be great for my age group, (or so they tell me) but poems that make me laugh, such as the likes of Shel Silverstein's can be both enjoyable, and if a poet works hard enough, also still have that underlying message. That's where real positive value comes from reading poetry, when you can enjoy it, and you get something about of it. Sometimes, simply laughing at something is an excellent way to help yourself.

Honestly though, I'm not all fond of poetry in general. Call me shallow, but I find many people's opinions of worth of some poems as extravagant at best. Still, if they wish to read something, its their descision.

-Aaron