9th Grade

9th Grade Literature Project 1: Empathy Collage

Homer and Stevie

Our 9th grade literature project was an Empathy Collage. We took a character from the Odyssey and compared them to somebody from modern day. I used Homer and Stevie Wonder and what they had in common was that they were both very talented artists despite their blindness. In Book 1 Homer asks for help in doing the story justice. “Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story...Muse, daughter of Zeus, tell us in our time, lift the great song again.” Homer as a poet shares stories and for the Odyssey he prays to a Muse to help him share the story. He is so determined to share his skill he prays for help before jumping into the story. The fact that Homer prays shows his deep determination and dedication to the story and sharing it despite being disabled and that people may reject him because of that. Both Stevie Wonder and Homer were very talented despite their injury. They pushed through the obstacles placed before them and shared their talent.

Mental Map

For our AP Human Geography class we did mental maps. They were about us and where we came from, where we were going, and how we got here. For my metal map I put that I was born in Atlanta and my parents met here. My dad is from St. Croix while my mom is from St. Thomas. I have my dad's jobs and my mom's hobbies on my map because that is why I am here. My dad gained experience through his jobs while my mom was an artist. They used there talents to prepare to have children and to provide opportunities to give them the best shot at life they could provide. I want to go to college to study law, medicine, and/or business. After I want to open an apothecary and cafe. Then I want to get married and have a family.

Epic Hero

The Epic Hero project was to create a hero and make a backstory for them. We then made movie trailers about the hero we created. My hero was C.J and she could control wind.

The Origin of C.J

I am Peter Pan, just kidding; I am C.J and this is my epic story. I live with my grandma and attend Golden Gale high as a freshman. Even with this I’m still a generally upbeat person, and it's hard to change that. So take that hormones and depression! Since I live with my grandma, there are a lot of chores for me to do. This makes me pretty diligent and hardworking person. I have a strong moral compass, so if I see something I know is wrong, I can’t just leave it alone. I have to at least try to help. So how does a freshman handle school, chores, friends, wind powers, test tubes, needles, and black vans? I have no idea.

My parents met while hiking. My dad wanted a picture of the sunrise from the top of the mountain with some crazy angle. My mom has been going annually for a while. They hit it off and kept in contact after they left. Turned out they lived in the same area and had no idea. They became friends, fell in love, got married, all that stuff. And then they had me, and then, well, they died.

Not having parents isn’t the worse for me. I lost them when I was young, and I’m not alone; I have my grandma. It was a bit hard when people asked about my parents though. I also had anger issues and I developed a problem with authority. The constant threat of calling my parents when I got in fights only seemed to egg me on more. I became very violent with no safe outlet. That is when I started reading. I would get lost in books and it started to help with my temper. It helped me control my emotions. Books help me with all of my obstacles to this day.

So apparently I can control the wind. I have no idea why it’s just that the wind sometimes feels like a sheet or blanket. I can tug or throw or wave the wind in any way I see fit. I always have to imagine it being some tangible thing that I can move so I can control it. It may have been lying dormant, but the first time I really noticed it was moving a cat that fell from a tree mid fall. I remember wishing I could move something around the cat, then I pushed. I saved the cat, but I didn’t really understand what I did.

Of course I didn’t tell anyone about this. Why would I? Most people wouldn’t believe me and those who did would use me. I didn’t say a word to anyone and nobody was outside with me. Which leads to the very big “Why”. Nobody saw me so why do I feel watched. Nobody heard me so why do I feel like someone's listening? I’m probably just paranoid, I don’t completely understand what’s going on and I’m just scared. I wonder who is at the door this late?

This is my movie trailer for my epic hero.

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