Throughout my first semester of high school, I learned a lot. As I looked back through all my essays to put in my portfolio, I realized how much I have improved on my writing skills since the first day of school. If it weren't for my english class, I wouldn't have become a better writer.
One achievement that I am most proud of is my Roots and Recipies Essay. I am proud of this because it was one of my first writing pieces I had since the beginning of this semester. When I wrote my rough draft, my Roots and Recipies Essay wasn't that great. But when I put all my new writing skills I have learned, I improved in my writing and ended up getting a better grade on my final draft. I am proud to see myself learning from my mistakes and getting better in my writing.
The four traits we were focusing on this year, have been a challenge for me because I'm not used to it and I had to change my writing techniques a bit in order to show that I fully understand each trait. One of the traits that have been a great challenge for me was word choice. I don't know much words and when I learn new vocabulary, I tend to forget what most words mean. I learned to not repeat words (although I still do,) and to look up synonyms for words that I do repeat a lot.
Some goals I have set for myself for next semester are to expand my vocabulary, and have better ideas in writing. I want to expand my vocabulary to make my writing more descriptive and effective. I don't want to keep repeating the same words over and over again. I want to have better ideas when I write because sometimes, I have no clue what to write and I end up getting off topic.
After all my hard work I have done in school and all the effort I put into my portfolio, I would really love to have your thoughts on what you think of my portfolio.
This a great opportunity to comment on my learning. When commenting, please answer these following questions :
1. What did you like best about my portfolio and portfolio conference? What would you like to see me improve on in my portfolio?
2. From your point of view, which of my attainments of the 4 traits of writing is of most value? Please explain why you feel it is important and what about my documentation of it impresses you.
3. Which of the traits of writing would you like me to focus on in the coming semester?
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Theme Essay: Interdependence
The word interdependence, means to depend on one another. We may not realize it, but interdependence happens everyday to everyone around the world. Everyone depends on each other whether it be during sports, school, or just your personal life. For me, I never knew what interdependence was until I came to Moanalua High School in the MeneMAC program. We were in class when our teacher gave us a project where we had to make a name tag with the words, empathy and interdependence, as our theme. Every since that day, I understand the meaning of interdependence. I think about it all the time when my classmates or teammates and I, depend on each other throughout the day.
From the time the school bell rings and from the time it ends, friends, classmates, and even teachers, depend on each other. When it comes to group projects, my group mates and I depend on each other to get each part done to receive a good group grade. For example, for English class, the KC3 project is where we depend on each other a lot. If we have an essay to write, we depend on each other to comment the essays so we can get a couple of comments in return. We depend on each other for the comments because in order for the teacher to give us their feedback, we need to give two comments and get two comments. In health class, we also show interdependence. Since we have partners to do CPR, the rescuer needs to depend on their partner to be the victim to pass. For example, my partner in health had to be the rescuer, so she depended on me to tell her what to do in order to pass. School is where a lot of interdependence happens, but when the bell rings at the end of the day, it also happens outside of school.
I play outside league soccer and JV soccer for high school. But soccer for school or not, on the soccer field, the whole team depends on one another. Interdependence is shown on the field all the time. When the game starts, everyone depends on each other to pass the ball to each other so we can work our way up the field to get a shot at the goal. If the ball gets past the offense players, then the defenders are depended on to clear the ball and get it back up the field. When I play soccer, I depend on everyone to do their part as everyone else depends on me to do my job. If someone scores a goal, that means the team depended on each other and helped each other very well to get the ball up the field and into the goal. Without depending on each other, the team wouldn't have been able to score and the game would be a lot more difficult to play.
Interdependence is much more than just in school or on the soccer field, people depend on each other and on other things everywhere at all times. The world depends on us to take care of it as we depend on the Earth to let us make a living. Overall, interdependence happens all the time and when people depend on each other and do their parts, people accomplish many of their goals.
From the time the school bell rings and from the time it ends, friends, classmates, and even teachers, depend on each other. When it comes to group projects, my group mates and I depend on each other to get each part done to receive a good group grade. For example, for English class, the KC3 project is where we depend on each other a lot. If we have an essay to write, we depend on each other to comment the essays so we can get a couple of comments in return. We depend on each other for the comments because in order for the teacher to give us their feedback, we need to give two comments and get two comments. In health class, we also show interdependence. Since we have partners to do CPR, the rescuer needs to depend on their partner to be the victim to pass. For example, my partner in health had to be the rescuer, so she depended on me to tell her what to do in order to pass. School is where a lot of interdependence happens, but when the bell rings at the end of the day, it also happens outside of school.
I play outside league soccer and JV soccer for high school. But soccer for school or not, on the soccer field, the whole team depends on one another. Interdependence is shown on the field all the time. When the game starts, everyone depends on each other to pass the ball to each other so we can work our way up the field to get a shot at the goal. If the ball gets past the offense players, then the defenders are depended on to clear the ball and get it back up the field. When I play soccer, I depend on everyone to do their part as everyone else depends on me to do my job. If someone scores a goal, that means the team depended on each other and helped each other very well to get the ball up the field and into the goal. Without depending on each other, the team wouldn't have been able to score and the game would be a lot more difficult to play.
Interdependence is much more than just in school or on the soccer field, people depend on each other and on other things everywhere at all times. The world depends on us to take care of it as we depend on the Earth to let us make a living. Overall, interdependence happens all the time and when people depend on each other and do their parts, people accomplish many of their goals.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Journal #14
Topic: Hawaiian Renaissance
Sub-topic: Traditional Hawaiian Crafts
The tradition of Hawaiian Crafts is carried on still by a few people.
Sub-topic: Traditional Hawaiian Crafts
The tradition of Hawaiian Crafts is carried on still by a few people.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
KC3 Draft Impromptu revised
Hawaiian Renaissance/ Traditional Hawaiian Crafts
Traditional Hawaiian crafts are something that is a part of the Hawaiian Renaissance. Hawaiian crafts were passed down from generation to generation making it valuable and important. It was important in the past because it carries on a part of the native Hawaiians lives on how they expressed themselves through crafts. Nowadays, few people still carry on the tradition of Hawaiian crafts. Some of the traditional Hawaiian crafts are leis and feather work.
In the past, Hawaiians didn't have stones or metals as jewelry. Instead, their jewelry came from the land and the sea. A version of their jewelry is called a lei. They made leis out of all things natural like flowers, ferns, shells, and feathers. When the Hawaiians wore leis, they wore it around their necks, ankles, and wrists. The lei symbolized affection and esteem so when a foreigner or some other person arrived in Hawaiian, the Hawaiians would greet them with leis. Giving leis soon became a tradition to show affection for each other and to show self-esteem.
The tradition of leis is still carried out by many people today even though they may not realized it. When families or friends arrive or leave Hawaii, we give those people leis to show our affection for them. We also give leis on occasions like birthdays or funerals. The native Hawaiians way to express themselves and their feelings with leis is still the presents way of showing affection and self=-esteem in Hawaii.
Besides the lei, feather work was known as the highest form of jewelry to the Hawaiians. Only select feathers of the rarest native birds on Hawaii were used to make feather capes, helmets, hair ornaments, and leis. The feather work jewelry had a social and spiritual significance. Because of the value of the feathers and the significance of it, the capes, helmets, and crafts made out of feathers were made especially for the highest ranks in the Hawaiian government. The chiefs wore feather capes and helmets as the Queens wore other valuable things made out of feathers.
Today, not much people make feather work crafts. Those who do, use feathers not as rare as the ones in the past. Mostly though, people find feather work capes and helmets in museums. The tradition of feather work is not really a big deal to the people nowadays because people don't have the resources or time to make it and we do not have a high rank of people to give it to. For example, chiefs, kings, or queens are no longer available to give these crafts to.
The tradition of Hawaiian crafts has been carried on for a long time. Although the traditions of Hawaiian crafts are not taught to us, we can still learn on our own on how to carry out the tradition and give people a taste of how the Hawaiian lifestyle was back then.
Traditional Hawaiian crafts are something that is a part of the Hawaiian Renaissance. Hawaiian crafts were passed down from generation to generation making it valuable and important. It was important in the past because it carries on a part of the native Hawaiians lives on how they expressed themselves through crafts. Nowadays, few people still carry on the tradition of Hawaiian crafts. Some of the traditional Hawaiian crafts are leis and feather work.
In the past, Hawaiians didn't have stones or metals as jewelry. Instead, their jewelry came from the land and the sea. A version of their jewelry is called a lei. They made leis out of all things natural like flowers, ferns, shells, and feathers. When the Hawaiians wore leis, they wore it around their necks, ankles, and wrists. The lei symbolized affection and esteem so when a foreigner or some other person arrived in Hawaiian, the Hawaiians would greet them with leis. Giving leis soon became a tradition to show affection for each other and to show self-esteem.
The tradition of leis is still carried out by many people today even though they may not realized it. When families or friends arrive or leave Hawaii, we give those people leis to show our affection for them. We also give leis on occasions like birthdays or funerals. The native Hawaiians way to express themselves and their feelings with leis is still the presents way of showing affection and self=-esteem in Hawaii.
Besides the lei, feather work was known as the highest form of jewelry to the Hawaiians. Only select feathers of the rarest native birds on Hawaii were used to make feather capes, helmets, hair ornaments, and leis. The feather work jewelry had a social and spiritual significance. Because of the value of the feathers and the significance of it, the capes, helmets, and crafts made out of feathers were made especially for the highest ranks in the Hawaiian government. The chiefs wore feather capes and helmets as the Queens wore other valuable things made out of feathers.
Today, not much people make feather work crafts. Those who do, use feathers not as rare as the ones in the past. Mostly though, people find feather work capes and helmets in museums. The tradition of feather work is not really a big deal to the people nowadays because people don't have the resources or time to make it and we do not have a high rank of people to give it to. For example, chiefs, kings, or queens are no longer available to give these crafts to.
The tradition of Hawaiian crafts has been carried on for a long time. Although the traditions of Hawaiian crafts are not taught to us, we can still learn on our own on how to carry out the tradition and give people a taste of how the Hawaiian lifestyle was back then.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Journal #4
Response to Teacher Comment
Thanks Mrs. Sueoka for the comment on my "writing experiences and goals" blog. Na'au was a good place for me and it really helped me to write better. I agree on how my pre-writing assessment had some specific details. I know I could have put more details to make it even better but I didn't manage my time wisely. I also agree on how I should put quotes of what people said instead of saying "stammering." The next time I have to write an essay, I will use your advice so I can write better. Thanks.(:
Thanks Mrs. Sueoka for the comment on my "writing experiences and goals" blog. Na'au was a good place for me and it really helped me to write better. I agree on how my pre-writing assessment had some specific details. I know I could have put more details to make it even better but I didn't manage my time wisely. I also agree on how I should put quotes of what people said instead of saying "stammering." The next time I have to write an essay, I will use your advice so I can write better. Thanks.(:
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Journal #9
The book, Wild Meat and the Bully Burgers, relates to cultural and ethnic roots. It relates to cultural and ethnic roots because it's about haole and Japanese cultures. A girl name Lovey, who is Japanese-American, lives on the Big Island and she wants to be a haole. She doesn't like to be Japanese and she is always trying to be like a haole. When she pretends she's a haole, she thinks about having a big house instead of a small one. She also thinks about everything being clean and organized. Lovey's also ashamed of her family. She's embarrassed that her family cannot speak proper English, but instead have bad habits of talking in pidgin. In conclusion, the book, Wild Meat and the Bully Burgers, talks about ethnic and cultural roots.
Some examples:
"I don't tell anyone, not even Jerry, how ashamed I am of my pidgin English. Ashamed of my mother and father, the food we eat, chicken luau with can spinach and tripe stew. The place we live, down the house lots in the Hicks Homes that all look alike except for the angle of the house from the street. The car we drive, my father's brown Land Rover without the back window. The clothes we wear, sometimes we have to wear the same pants in the same week and the same shoes until it breaks. Don't have no choice. Ashamed of my aunties and uncles at baby luaus, yakudoshis, and mochi pounding parties. "Eh, bradda Larry, bring me one nada Primo, brah. One cold one fo' real kine. I rey-day, I rey-day, no woray, brah. Uncap that sucka and come home to Uncle Stevie."
"Live in a house with Dixie cup dispensers, bunk beds with ruffled sheets, bendable straws, rose shaped soap, Lysol, and Pez..... I wanna be Lovey Beth Cole. Mrs. Michael Cole. Wanna marry you, Dennis. Be a Cole. Be a haole. A japanese with a haole last name"
Some examples:
"I don't tell anyone, not even Jerry, how ashamed I am of my pidgin English. Ashamed of my mother and father, the food we eat, chicken luau with can spinach and tripe stew. The place we live, down the house lots in the Hicks Homes that all look alike except for the angle of the house from the street. The car we drive, my father's brown Land Rover without the back window. The clothes we wear, sometimes we have to wear the same pants in the same week and the same shoes until it breaks. Don't have no choice. Ashamed of my aunties and uncles at baby luaus, yakudoshis, and mochi pounding parties. "Eh, bradda Larry, bring me one nada Primo, brah. One cold one fo' real kine. I rey-day, I rey-day, no woray, brah. Uncap that sucka and come home to Uncle Stevie."
"Live in a house with Dixie cup dispensers, bunk beds with ruffled sheets, bendable straws, rose shaped soap, Lysol, and Pez..... I wanna be Lovey Beth Cole. Mrs. Michael Cole. Wanna marry you, Dennis. Be a Cole. Be a haole. A japanese with a haole last name"
Rough Draft: Querencia
The New Birds at Asing Park
"C'mon Kris, get up!" my dad yells when the sun is barely shining over the rocky mountains. It was about 8:42 in the morning. I groaned as I got up to get ready. After putting on my Downy scented uniform, I rush to gather the rest of my equipment; socks, shin guards, shoes, soccer ball, and my water bottle. Practically tasting the food from the sweet smell of butter, I hurried to put on my last sock fast enough to have the last piece of toast. No longer tired, but instead, bouncing on the tip of my toes, my dad and I start walking to the ditch that separates our neighborhood and Asing park.
At last, we reach the edge of the ditch. My dad and I creep down the ditch using the weeds that tickle our legs below our knees for support, so we won't fall on the dusty dirt. Clumps of dirt crunch under our feet as we make our way up now. I keep myself from shrieking as my foot slipped on the dirt, almost sending me back down the hill of brown dust. Making our final step out of the ditch, we walk onto the dry, but green grass.
We made it to our destination, Asing park. As my eyes scan across the fields looking for other turquoise uniforms, the birds sing above our heads, younger children screaming in the distance and running around, not caring what others think of them. I spot the other girls with turquoise uniforms and we go to join them.
My dad decides for us to start warming up for the game. My team and I start jogging to the end of the field and back as slow as coach, which is my dad, lets us go. I let my mind drift away when we start to jog. I feel like I'm one of those birds who can fly high up in the sky and make morning music for others. A soft sound came from some place, but I wasn't sure where from. We finished jogging and I came back to reality. Oh, that sound I heard was me singing. My teammates all look at me like I'm weird, but afterward there were high, low, and pitchy voices singing with me.
There was fifteen minutes to spare before the game started and I was eager to play already. The game seemed fun and easy because now it seemed like I can be myself. I don't have to worry about what others think of me or how I play. I just let myself go free, like the little kids screaming in the distance.
"C'mon Kris, get up!" my dad yells when the sun is barely shining over the rocky mountains. It was about 8:42 in the morning. I groaned as I got up to get ready. After putting on my Downy scented uniform, I rush to gather the rest of my equipment; socks, shin guards, shoes, soccer ball, and my water bottle. Practically tasting the food from the sweet smell of butter, I hurried to put on my last sock fast enough to have the last piece of toast. No longer tired, but instead, bouncing on the tip of my toes, my dad and I start walking to the ditch that separates our neighborhood and Asing park.
At last, we reach the edge of the ditch. My dad and I creep down the ditch using the weeds that tickle our legs below our knees for support, so we won't fall on the dusty dirt. Clumps of dirt crunch under our feet as we make our way up now. I keep myself from shrieking as my foot slipped on the dirt, almost sending me back down the hill of brown dust. Making our final step out of the ditch, we walk onto the dry, but green grass.
We made it to our destination, Asing park. As my eyes scan across the fields looking for other turquoise uniforms, the birds sing above our heads, younger children screaming in the distance and running around, not caring what others think of them. I spot the other girls with turquoise uniforms and we go to join them.
My dad decides for us to start warming up for the game. My team and I start jogging to the end of the field and back as slow as coach, which is my dad, lets us go. I let my mind drift away when we start to jog. I feel like I'm one of those birds who can fly high up in the sky and make morning music for others. A soft sound came from some place, but I wasn't sure where from. We finished jogging and I came back to reality. Oh, that sound I heard was me singing. My teammates all look at me like I'm weird, but afterward there were high, low, and pitchy voices singing with me.
There was fifteen minutes to spare before the game started and I was eager to play already. The game seemed fun and easy because now it seemed like I can be myself. I don't have to worry about what others think of me or how I play. I just let myself go free, like the little kids screaming in the distance.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Journal #8
Brainstorm
1. Asing Park (in Ewa)
-I can be myself at this park
-A place to spend time with friends and family
-I feel free, like I can do whatever I want
-Peaceful, younger kids screaming in the distance, sun warming my face, hair blowing to the side of my face.
1. Asing Park (in Ewa)
-I can be myself at this park
-A place to spend time with friends and family
-I feel free, like I can do whatever I want
-Peaceful, younger kids screaming in the distance, sun warming my face, hair blowing to the side of my face.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Roots and Recipies: Rough Draft
Gotta Have Grandpa's Pickled Mango
One of the best parts of going to my grandparents house was that they always had pickled mango ready for everyone to eat. I can remember when my mom and dad dropped me off in the long, narrow driveway of my grandpa's house, I would sprint inside the house right when I got out of the car, catching myself from tripping on even the tiniest cracks in the concrete.
Running into the house, all out of breath, I would say hi to my grandma, grandpa, and anyone else who would be there as quickly as I can. While walking causally into the kitchen, I would search high and low for the shiny, glass jars of pickled mango. Once my eyes spotted the jars, I would sneak around to grab a piece. As I took a huge bite of the crunchy red, sweet vinegary piece of pickled mango, I could feel my taste buds burst with sweet, but sour flavors. My jaws clenching slightly from the tangy taste of the sweet vinegar liquid. My fingers were stained by the red juice the mangoes were stored in. I felt like I could eat the whole gallon jar of pickled mango.
Throughout the day, the full jar of pickled mango would mysteriously get emptier, no one admitting they ate a piece from time to time. Sometimes, I would hide in the kitchen under the brown koa table watching family members coming and going, taking more than one piece of sweet vinegary mango goodness. But it would not have mattered to my grandpa because he would make a couple of full jars more whenever we ran out.
Hardly ever did I stay with my grandpa when he made more pickled mango. But the one day my parents were running late to pick me up, my grandpa decided to make it. I watched as he was picking the greenest, not fully ripe mangoes out of the mango tree, making leaves fall down on our heads. Then, when we walked back into the house, he would get the dull razor and start peeling the skin off and then slicing it into fours. He then would mix ingredients that make the sweet vinegar juice for the mango to soak in for three days.
It seemed simple and easy to make, yet no one except my grandpa would make it. I suddenly had the urge to start following in my grandpa's footsteps and make pickled mango for my family. I was disappointed shortly because I was too young to be using anything in the kitchen yet; everything was sharp and dangerous to use.
Unfortunately, I never had the chance to make pickled mango for my family like my grandpa did. After my grandpa died, no one really felt like making pickled mango. I still did, but the thing was, I never really learned how to make it. My brother also said that after my grandparents cut down the mango trees to extend their house, we did not buy mangoes to make pickled mango anymore.
Heart aching and tears flowing down my eyes like a waterfall is all because of the fact that no one wants to continue the tradition of making pickled mango. Since the memorable stories of my youth, til this day, my goal was to learn to make pickled mango and renew the tradition. I want to smell the sweet vinegar aroma everyday, see my fingers turning red from the food dye, and bite into that crunchy, tangy mango again, only to crave for more.
Running into the house, all out of breath, I would say hi to my grandma, grandpa, and anyone else who would be there as quickly as I can. While walking causally into the kitchen, I would search high and low for the shiny, glass jars of pickled mango. Once my eyes spotted the jars, I would sneak around to grab a piece. As I took a huge bite of the crunchy red, sweet vinegary piece of pickled mango, I could feel my taste buds burst with sweet, but sour flavors. My jaws clenching slightly from the tangy taste of the sweet vinegar liquid. My fingers were stained by the red juice the mangoes were stored in. I felt like I could eat the whole gallon jar of pickled mango.
Throughout the day, the full jar of pickled mango would mysteriously get emptier, no one admitting they ate a piece from time to time. Sometimes, I would hide in the kitchen under the brown koa table watching family members coming and going, taking more than one piece of sweet vinegary mango goodness. But it would not have mattered to my grandpa because he would make a couple of full jars more whenever we ran out.
Hardly ever did I stay with my grandpa when he made more pickled mango. But the one day my parents were running late to pick me up, my grandpa decided to make it. I watched as he was picking the greenest, not fully ripe mangoes out of the mango tree, making leaves fall down on our heads. Then, when we walked back into the house, he would get the dull razor and start peeling the skin off and then slicing it into fours. He then would mix ingredients that make the sweet vinegar juice for the mango to soak in for three days.
It seemed simple and easy to make, yet no one except my grandpa would make it. I suddenly had the urge to start following in my grandpa's footsteps and make pickled mango for my family. I was disappointed shortly because I was too young to be using anything in the kitchen yet; everything was sharp and dangerous to use.
Unfortunately, I never had the chance to make pickled mango for my family like my grandpa did. After my grandpa died, no one really felt like making pickled mango. I still did, but the thing was, I never really learned how to make it. My brother also said that after my grandparents cut down the mango trees to extend their house, we did not buy mangoes to make pickled mango anymore.
Heart aching and tears flowing down my eyes like a waterfall is all because of the fact that no one wants to continue the tradition of making pickled mango. Since the memorable stories of my youth, til this day, my goal was to learn to make pickled mango and renew the tradition. I want to smell the sweet vinegar aroma everyday, see my fingers turning red from the food dye, and bite into that crunchy, tangy mango again, only to crave for more.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Interview Transcript
Journal #6
I interviewed my brother, Ryan Monico, about my grandpa's recipe.
-When was the most memorable time you ate this?
“What I remember most is that there was a refrigerator in the downstairs house and there were two tubs filled of pickled mango and I ate it and it tasted so good."
-Does anybody in the family still make pickled mango?
"Unfortunately nobody in our family makes pickled mango anymore because its hard to get mango because our grandparents cut down both the mango trees in order to extend their house. Ever since grandpa died, no one really wanted to make it. Also, none of our neighbors have mango trees and mangos are expensive to buy. It really sad actually."
-What are some personal stories you had with pickled mango?
"I wrote a story about grandpas pickled mango and won an award."
-What are your opinions on the recipe? Would you change anything? If so, why?
"Tastes great and it's simple to make. The only problem is getting the mango which is tough because not a lot of people have mango trees anymore."
-Why is it special to you?
"Our grandpa made the recipe."
-Where did you get all the mangos from?
"Grandpa had two mango trees, one in the front yard and one in the back."
-What are the ingredients?
"Peel and slice all mangoes into four. Mix all the ingredients in a large pot and bring to boil. Stir constantly so sugar won't burn. The sugar and salt should dissolve. Cool ingredients down completely. Store in jars for three days.
I interviewed my brother, Ryan Monico, about my grandpa's recipe.
-When was the most memorable time you ate this?
“What I remember most is that there was a refrigerator in the downstairs house and there were two tubs filled of pickled mango and I ate it and it tasted so good."
-Does anybody in the family still make pickled mango?
"Unfortunately nobody in our family makes pickled mango anymore because its hard to get mango because our grandparents cut down both the mango trees in order to extend their house. Ever since grandpa died, no one really wanted to make it. Also, none of our neighbors have mango trees and mangos are expensive to buy. It really sad actually."
-What are some personal stories you had with pickled mango?
"I wrote a story about grandpas pickled mango and won an award."
-What are your opinions on the recipe? Would you change anything? If so, why?
"Tastes great and it's simple to make. The only problem is getting the mango which is tough because not a lot of people have mango trees anymore."
-Why is it special to you?
"Our grandpa made the recipe."
-Where did you get all the mangos from?
"Grandpa had two mango trees, one in the front yard and one in the back."
-What are the ingredients?
- 3 gallons of green mango (peeled, sliced, and washed)
- 18 cups of water
- 12 cups of raw brown sugar
- 4 cups vinegar
- 1 1/2 cups Hawaiian salt
- 1 oz. of red food coloring
"Peel and slice all mangoes into four. Mix all the ingredients in a large pot and bring to boil. Stir constantly so sugar won't burn. The sugar and salt should dissolve. Cool ingredients down completely. Store in jars for three days.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Journal #5
What is a menemac student? Give three traits.
It has been about a month since high school started and it's already the midpoint of the quarter. Throughout the days I have been learning in the menemac program, I found out that a menemac student has to be responsible, respectful, and has to have good communication skills.
A menemac student is responsible by bringing all their supplies to class everyday. For example, if we're shooting videos, we have to remember to bring our video cameras and tape or else we can't shoot. A menemac student also has to be responsible and turn all work on time because we do a lot of group work and each member will be depending on the tasks that was assigned to each other.
Respect is another trait a menemac student has to have. We have to have respect for our classmates because we'll be working together for two years. We also have to respect all equipment in the class rooms like the computers, video tapes, and even the desks because we're the only people who get to use them and its is expensive to replace.
Having good communication skills is also a good thing to have in the menemac program because we'll be doing a lot of group work. We need to talk to each other appropriately so if we do projects together, we can meet up and get it done.
There are loads of traits that a menemac student has to have. Although I've been in the program for a couple of months now, I'm still learning what being a good menemac student really is.
A menemac student is responsible by bringing all their supplies to class everyday. For example, if we're shooting videos, we have to remember to bring our video cameras and tape or else we can't shoot. A menemac student also has to be responsible and turn all work on time because we do a lot of group work and each member will be depending on the tasks that was assigned to each other.
Respect is another trait a menemac student has to have. We have to have respect for our classmates because we'll be working together for two years. We also have to respect all equipment in the class rooms like the computers, video tapes, and even the desks because we're the only people who get to use them and its is expensive to replace.
Having good communication skills is also a good thing to have in the menemac program because we'll be doing a lot of group work. We need to talk to each other appropriately so if we do projects together, we can meet up and get it done.
There are loads of traits that a menemac student has to have. Although I've been in the program for a couple of months now, I'm still learning what being a good menemac student really is.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Journal #3
1. My grandpa's pickled mango. When my grandpa still had mango trees when I was young, he would have jars full of pickled mango every time I went over. I could never resist the luscious tangy flavor of the mango and although I knew the mango had to sit in the jar for at least one more day, I would always sneak some out and eat it.
2. My brother, 8/28/09. Since my brother is the oldest cousin out of the whole side of my dad's family and my grandpa past away, I decided to interview him. He had the most experience with the pickled mango besides my grandpa.
3. -What are the ingredients? Are there any secret ingredients?
-Can you define any ingredients that is from a different culture?
-Do you like to make this? If so, why?
-When was the most memorable time you ate this?
-Is this a tradition? How did it start? What started it?
-What are some personal stories you had with pickled mango?
-What are your opinions on the recipe? Would you change anything? If so, why?
2. My brother, 8/28/09. Since my brother is the oldest cousin out of the whole side of my dad's family and my grandpa past away, I decided to interview him. He had the most experience with the pickled mango besides my grandpa.
3. -What are the ingredients? Are there any secret ingredients?
-Can you define any ingredients that is from a different culture?
-Do you like to make this? If so, why?
-When was the most memorable time you ate this?
-Is this a tradition? How did it start? What started it?
-What are some personal stories you had with pickled mango?
-What are your opinions on the recipe? Would you change anything? If so, why?
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Writing Experiences and Goals
Writing is not my best subject, but it still plays a big part in my life. I have been writing since I first started school and I know that I've always had troubles with it. My mom even sent my brother and I to an extra writing class outside of school called Na'au, to help us write better. Although I may not remember or use the skills I have learned at Na'au, I believe I somehow became a better writer. I also used to have a diary that I tried to write in everyday. Having my own diary was wonderful; I got to express my feelings and just write anything I wanted to. Unfortunately, I didn't keep a diary too long because I never had time to write in it or I always forgot to. Besides going to Na'au or having my own diary, I got most of my other writing experiences through school. We always had to write essays for social studies and stories or poems for english. In 8th grade, we had to write an essay if we wanted to go on a trip to Washington D.C. Only forty people of all the 8th graders were chosen to go, and surprisingly, I was one of the lucky forty that was selected to go. I hope to create more memorable writing experiences throughout high school.
There are a few goals that I'm working at to achieve in writing. I want to add more description to my writing. I also want to enlarge my vocabulary so I won't you the same words over and over again. I would also want to reach my goal to writing less cliches. I have loads of goals that I want to accomplish for writing, but these are the main ones I would like to achieve this year.
There are a few goals that I'm working at to achieve in writing. I want to add more description to my writing. I also want to enlarge my vocabulary so I won't you the same words over and over again. I would also want to reach my goal to writing less cliches. I have loads of goals that I want to accomplish for writing, but these are the main ones I would like to achieve this year.
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