Wednesday, June 11, 2014

El boxo de stuffo

Well, here it is, my box. Within this box are things that describe me, my personality, my life, and my friends. The contents of this box are held sacred to me and only I understand the significance of each thing. No one will ever see what is in this box. These contents are held under better safety standards than King Tut's tomb or the Holy Grail. It is impossible that anyone will see the depths of my cardboard box. 

This is my box. Without it I am nothing, without me it is nothing, this is my box. 

Oh so you are are pondering what exactly is in my box? Well, I may give you a miniscule hint. There is a piece of paper but, just not any piece of paper, a secret piece of paper. There is also a piece of metal. It is a kinda of metal, metally metal; the good kind of metal. I like metal, it is pretty awesome. 

These are all the secrets that the government will allow me to speak of about this cardboard box.  Unless you steal the box you will never know what is in it. 

The coloring that goes around the box depicts my "colorful" personality. Get it? Color, colorful personality. Man, I'm awesome. But back to the topic. The colors are bright just like my outlook on life. There can never be a dull moment. If there is it dampers the liviness that we are entitled too. It is a goal of mind to live life to the fullest. 

The HT on the side shows my apprectison to the school that was ever so welcome into accepting the "new kid" in their system. HT has been a major influence on my life

As I plan to open this box in the distant future I realize that nothing will be the same. I am scared to see what I have transformed to as an older adult. 

It will definately be an experience. 

Keep it classy. 

Hi Shaw

Take the hint. Something of Shaw's is in my box. 


Thursday, June 5, 2014

Well, This is the End My Friend.

There are more fingers on my hands now then there are days of high school left.  Feelings go all around  my head as I attempt to think if I truly did enjoy high school.  I think back at the restless nights I had studying for test that showed no true reflection on my character.  I think of formulas and equations that I will never see again.  In the end, I have learned everything that the state of New Jersey requires me to know and then some but truly, I have learned and experienced more from the people around me than any mindless passages in a textbook could truly teach me.  

Just like in art class, those around me helped me develop into something different from what I once was. Creative Arts has taught me to be daring, relentless, and most importantly creative.  From the numerous projects we have done, they all have put the same idea in mind; to be different.  There is no true guideline for art besides the one you give yourself.  This allows for one to do whatever their mind desires; in other cliche terms, anything is possible.  

Art class,Chou have taught me to try things I would normally not do and I truly appreciate that. 

Kudos to you and HT keep it real.