My journalism teacher, Mrs.Borges, had us do a photo scavenger hunt around my school in order to improve our skills as photographers. Over the next few days I’ll show you the pictures that I took.
Reminds me of a certain english teacher
Is it okay to dog ear your pages?
My answer: Absolutely!
Write all up in there, too. Write in the margins, underline words and passages, circle phrases you like. And dog ear to your heart’s content.
That’s just my opinion. Dog-earing pages and writing inside of books shows effort. It shows you’ve spent time there and appreciated the content of those pages—as opposed to opening a book and being unable to tell whether it’s ever been read.
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Lately I’ve been hanging out with my one of my best friends, Nathalie, during Journalism. We’ve been going outside and taking pictures of not only the regular yearbook stuff, but also things to put in our Journalism Scavenger Hunt that Mrs.Borges assigned. In this short amount of time together I’ve realized that all the fun I’m having with Nathalie will not last; we only have about a year and a half left of school together. This doesn’t mean that me and Nathalie will cease to be friends afterwards, but with life (as well as the things that come with it) make friendships difficult after graduation. This also made me think of my other Journalist friends, Carina and Amanda- I have even less time to share with them since they graduate in June. I just hope these next seven to eighteen months go as slowly as possible. I want to enjoy the ride.
Lately, I’ve felt that I’ve been out of sync with my muse for a while; being a “composer”- or at least I like to call myself one- it’s got me in quite a slump. I’ve listened to the same electronic music on my iPod for nearly a year now, with only a handful of new additions every so often. I decided that it was time to indulge myself in the origins of all origins, the first genre of music that I listened to, the oldest type of music that never gets old: classical. This particular song brings me back to middle school when I would sneak out of band class and go to the piano room and just play and play until I had to go back. I nearly shed a tear from all the nostalgia. Nearly, but not so. Give it a hear, I promise you won’t regret it!
Claude Debussy : Clair de Lune, for Piano (Suite Bergamasque No. 3), L. 75/3