Monday, May 20, 2019

Quarter 4 Reflection

    This year was absolutely rewarding. Other than learning about grammatical errors and citing essential evidence, a powerful element I learned in this class was about life itself. I said this before, specifically in my last reflection blog, but I learned about the significance of hope. Hope can be such a fatal thing sometimes. Yet, it’s importance is fundamental to the heart; well, at least it should be. I learned this during the Holocaust unit. So many people lost happiness and faith throughout this era. Their lives were changed to a ghastly fashion. When I read about those who fought against this terribleness, even when they were imprisoned in these camps, they still yet had looked at the bright side of the situation and hoped for better. I would believe Elie Wiesel was one who hoped for brightness, even when his hope was minimum. Hope can mean many things. For instance, it can be used as a synonym for desire and wish. But, I mainly see it as optimism and promise; some sort of faith. I would never suffer the same as those who had lived throughout the Holocaust - so I should remain hopeful, like the survivors of that era; because if they can, I can.

    Another personal thing I learned this year was the power of speech. I also learned this  throughout the Holocaust unit. I learned many things at that point of the year. Anyways, it can relate to discrimination. Discriminating someone based on something silly, for instance a stereotype, is immoral. I learned how powerful only one person's words can be. One's opinion for a specific group can easily change the way how a country thinks. Hitler’s words were so powerful, yet so silly. It's ridiculous to treat someone different based on religion, political beliefs, and race. It absolutely insane that conflicts like these are occurring throughout the world. They're not as horrible as it was like in the Holocaust, but it certainly is effecting. We should always pay attention to what we say, because our words will always make an impact.

This year, I also learned about the importance of religion. Basically, everything I learned that was extremely significant and personal was throughout the Holocaust unit; I guess it was just my favourite. Anyways, I believe religion is additionally associated with hope/ belief. Many Jews throughout the Holocaust era lost faith in religion or thought contrary of it. Though, I noticed that the jews who remained hopeful and survived this period had at least some faith or association in their religion. I although might not be extremely religious where I would visit church every Sunday, but I learned that believing something is important.  

Something I’d remember for the rest of life is probably the use of Blogger, Edmodo, and Quizlet. Yeah, I now that isn't really personal or anything of that fashion, but I’m positive it’ll stick to me, especially Quizlet. Quizlet is one of the easiest learning sites I’ve ever used. It does have it's disadvantages, but it's most credible. Thanks to this class, I now know a great studying site. In fact, a couple months ago, my mom needed help memorizing some words and definitions, and now she uses Quizlet. Well, used, that was back in February. Anyways, Quizlet would probably be something I’d use in my future years.

I am not sure what was the nicest thing someone did for me in our class. Maybe it was something that I really didn’t acknowledge because it wasn’t most impactive. Maybe the nicest deed someone did for me in ELA was was something rather small. In fact, I recall the time I lost my root/ prefixes sheet which I needed at that moment. Since I didn’t have it, I decided to google it. Though, the prefix had multiple meanings; I didn’t know which one was the designated one. I so then asked the person next to me if I can borrow his sheet. Thankfully, he approved, and I was able to learn the prefix. Another thing i’d say would be the time my friends helped me understand a new concept for the This I Believe essay. Thanks girls!

This year, I really didn't teach anyone anything. Well, that is what I believe. Maybe my teacher or classmates learned something about me I did not notice. I really can’t say anything for this.

I really increase my vocabulary and grammar this year! I accomplished this with not only vocabulary quizzes, but also (and mainly) writing papers. I used great websites like Theasorus.com to guide me through this course. Not only that, but the constant writing and effort made improvements throughout the development. The resources I was given to refer by, like books and poems were also impactive. Everything I learned and used together affected my growth throughout this year.

Throughout the school year, I would force myself to write the best I can. That was an overall challenge. I faced a lot of insecurity and stress when I’m writing, especially when it’s school related. In my free time, I write, it’s a hobby of mine. When I do this, I take my time to write the best I can. In contrast, when I’m writing an essay for ELA, I would rush and try to do my absolute best. I rush because my time is rather limited. When time is limited, I have less time to think about the gist and details of my work. And when I have less time to think, I have no idea what I’m doing which gets me stressed and tired. The stress and tiredness results to insecurities. When this happens, I’d look back at my writing  and tell myself how pathetic my work is. Then, I’d try to improve with the limited time and stress, until the paper is due. This used to constantly happen. Though, I still get insecurities and stress, which is still challenging to overcome.

I don't have my favorite piece of writing. I look back at my most recent and I already spot an error. Writing shows development. Looking back at them refers to your past self, despite if it was written just yesterday. Looking back shows what was done and what wasn’t; what there is and what there isn’t. I shall never have a favourite because they’ll always have errors. Pieces of writing shows what there could’ve been when there isn’t. You read what it says, but it’s meaning is unpredictable.  I shall never have a favourite because, each piece is it’s own world. There is no comparison other than words. Words are just words. The emotion the author puts is special and inexplicable because it’s different in every piece. Sometimes, the author does not even know it. I don’t have a favourite.

Of the books I’ve read this year, I cannot decide which is my favourite. They can’t compare because of their massive differences. I love both of them, The Giver and Night. The Giver, it sparks great imagination. It introduces a world we’ve never seen before. The society and morality differs from our world. The world of Jonas and The Giver is so questionable and unpredictable yet explainable. A world of what there is, there isn’t. And in Night, the tension and emotion is absolutely sensible. The pain and worry Elie Wiesel felt was like no other. The memoir tells the story of a survivor from a time of treason. While reading, it’s  disappointing to know that every event in the book is true.

I guess my piece of advice is: listen very carefully. Misunderstanding is not the best.

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Slice of Life #13 - A Privileged Rascal

         I grew up to be a pretty privileged child. This blog might seem like I’m bragging, but I swear I am not. Now that I think about it, I grew up to have things of the swellest quality. I was raised as a true spoiled brat. I got whatever I want, whenever I want. For instance, my closet is absolutely insane. I don't only have a lot of clothes, but they're of decent quality. I have leather-cheetah print- high heeled shoes by Coach New York. Most of my clothes are either Express, Ann Taylor, Eddie Bauer, GUESS, GAP, etc. Jeez, it even extends to my school uniform. My kahki pants are from GAP and costs about $60, and my sweater is from Loft Ann Taylor. But really, it's not that much. From what I see, everyone I know has thing of this nature. Like the other day, this girl had a Micheal Kors hand bag. I had a Micheal Kors jaket.  


          As a child, my toys were never from places like Walmart or Family Dollar. I lived in Berwyn, but I spent most of my days at Magnificent Mile in Chicago (mainly the Water Tower Place). All my toys were either from The Disney Store, The Lego Store, or American Girl. I’d say American Girl was my most spoiled and expensive toy. I have seven dolls and each cost about $120. Their outfits from what I remember were about 30 and the furniture was about 70. So I at least spent about $800 on my American Girl collection. All my other toys were from The Disney Store. I have tons of plushies and dolls from there. Back then, I remembered I was exposed with only two Barbie dolls. And they were just birthday presents from friends. My favorite toy was from Build-A-Bear and her name was Molly; she's a brown and white horse. She wears a Cinderella dress with pink cowgirl boots.


           My parents still kind of spoil me today. I was really influenced by that. I think that's a reason why I can't and don’t want to go to specific places as well. I hate to go to places like Cicero and North Riverside. I only go there when I'm obligated to. Honestly, it's probably because places like the North Riverside Mall and Cicero just don’t offer me what I need. That and there are disturbing things that happend at that mall. Though, I love the Costco from there. My parents raised me well. Many people call me a spoiled brat, and I know I am. I’m obviously not a Beverly Hills brat, but I’m certainly a Berwyn Brat. Though, at least I’m not as bad as my godsister.


Always and Forever, Natalie Nicole A.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Slice Of Life #12 - Let It Snow

I really want to live in Beverly Hills. Especially when I grow up. But, I don’t like hot weather. I mean it's fine sometimes, but I would hate it if I had to live with it every day. Like I said before, I love Beverly Hills. It's glamour attracts me. Though, I would hate to have a warm christmas. Not only that, But I’d hate to live without snow in general. Like I love Beverly Hills, I love snow. It just seems so magical. When I saw the flowers bloom this year, it was a sign of winter's end. But, I guess that's a good thing. Though, I love the cold, the snow. It's sometimes painful, but it's beautiful to see. Well, when it's white.

Always and forever, Natalie Nicole A.


Monday, April 22, 2019

Slice Of Life #11 - An Abundance Of Tea


         So my family ran out of tea the other day. We are absolutely freaking out. It's not like we cherish the existence of tea, okay; it's our way of living. :)

         Tea is as big of a part to Bolivian culture as it is to the Brits. Because stereotypically, most Bolivian households would either have marmalade, this special bread, or tea. But honestly, it's usually all of it. The bread for the marmalade, the marmalade for the bread and the bread with marmalade or butter, all for tea time. Tea time is very valuable. The typical school day in Bolivia is actually the whole day. Morning to night. Of course, there would be an hour intermediate from 3PM to 4PM. This is the hour of tea time, where students can go home, drink tea, and go back to their studies. In this hour, there are also places that are packed. These places are dedicated to tea time.

         So now, that I don't have tea time. And I won't until we go to the grocery store or when the US opens a tea time cafe, no coffee.

Always and forever, Natalie Nicole A.

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Slice Of Life #10 - The Vast Distance Between Realization & Easter

Today around 7:00 AM, I woke to see my littlest sister laying down on the wooden floor, staring at the ceiling. She was strangely amused and quiet for once. I jumped off my bunk bed and grabbed her attention. Like mice, we sneaked to the living room, trying not to wake my other sister and father. My mother was already at work. It was too early to play dollies and we were exhausted; well I was, she was a little sleepy. Usually in the weekends, I tend to wake up at around 9 - 10 AM, If I'm not needed. I turned on the TV and putted on my favorite Bollywood movie, Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi.

          Mummy usually leaves around 5 - 6 AM, the time my littlest sister wakes up. Which means she’s usually unsupervised for about one hour. My little sister takes care of littlest. A couple hours later, when everyone else was awake, we went to play outside with my neighbors. I and my friend sat on a table eating chocolates and gummies. I tuned to look at a basket filled with colourful eggs. It was the moment of obliviousness. There were so much signs telling me that today was special! I was absolutely clueless. Until about 5:00 PM, when mother arrived, she handed me a sugar cookie and said, “It’s Easter Day.” I had no idea.

         Oh well, happy Easter.

Always and forever, Natalie Nicole A.


Friday, April 19, 2019

Slice Of Life #9 - Their Catastrophic Ways


          Money is uncontrollable sometimes. But I also learned that money can actually bring happiness and misfortune all at the same time. Today my grandmother lost one her houses in Orlando and a couple others in Bolivia and Mexico. Honestly, this situation really isn't that bad. She still has several houses that are well paid.

          A couple years ago, my uncle asked to borrow just $5,000,000 from her bank account, so he can make some houses in Mexico and Bolivia. Mexico because, he is the president of a company called Herbalife there (and there is good business). Bolivia because, everything and everyone is there. Anyways, after the houses were finished, the money was slowly recovering. So slowly, that the houses were about to be taken away from them.

          In Bolivia, $1 is worth 7 bolivianos. So 5,000,000 American dollars/ 35,000,000 bolivianos or  94,059,000 Mexican pesos (according to Siri) were technically put to waste. I don't think I should really get into great detail, but in the end, since the money came from grandmother, she lost some of her houses. Thankfully most were recovered and everyone now hates my uncle.

          They're back being happy with their money. Yay!   

Always and forever, Natalie Nicole Aguila

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Slice Of Life #8 - NataliE

Lately, I have been very confused about myself. I have been referred as Natalia all my life. Apparently, my name is not Natalia, my name is Natalie. Wow! What a big discovery, huh! Yeah, to other people, there is no difference whatsoever. But to me, it feels like everything around me is a lie. Like literally, one day i’m living in the city, but it was actually a farm, ot my mom’s name is Maria, but it's actually Mary, or something like that.

          The day I found out I was a Natalie, my mood was inexplicable. I regret going through my birth certificate, social security, ect. Reading throughout the name “Natalie Nicole Aguila” gave me the  heebie-jeebies. My parents seemed so neutral. They pretty much blew it off at the naming ceremony.

Always and forever, Natalie Nicole Aguila


Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Slice Of Life #7 - The Desire For Naps

          I hate being tired. Sometimes, the exhaustion overcomes me and makes my thought process all mushy; I guess like the typical human being. I try to take naps, but it never works. Like the other day for example, I started getting tired during tea time. That day, I didn't get enough sleep. The warmth of the tea and the comfiness of the chair was divine. So I tried to take a nap after, but myself wasn't cooperating with myself. That doesn't make sense, I know.


          It's rare for me to take a nap that doesn't extend to sleeping. It's also rare for me to take a nap in general. Sometimes, I look tired, act weary, and feel tired throughout the day; especially when I am eating. I think that is a normal thing for a being. But what I don't understand is how one naps when they want to. I can never nap when I want to. The only time I took an actual nap was last year. It wasn't that good though, I woke up cranky and on the floor.


          Well point is: I can't nap and that's it. I pity myself.


Always and forever, Natalia Nicole Aguila

Monday, April 15, 2019

Slice Of Life #6 - Family Responsibilities

I grew up in a cultural family. Like I said in a post before, my parents are from the isolated country of Bolivia. Of course, I do also originate from India, but that's a different story. Next year, I turn fifteen. And no, we don't do quinceaneras; that is a different culture. My parents today mentioned the great fifteen. They plan for me to go to Bolivia independently.

          So here’s the thing, my family would be considered the wealthy people of Bolivia. It consists of many responsibilities. Supposedly, I’ll go as in favor of my family name. When I go, I’ll meet my grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins for the first time. I will also make up for my household’s absence; I’ll be representing the, Aguila (pronounced Ā-hi-la) Garron residence in honour. Technically, I am just showing off to the little “frauds” of my family, like my mother’s sister and her children, who doesn't deserve the surname of Garron.

          Yeah, my mother's sister and her children are counted as frauds. There is only an exception to the eldest and sweetest child who has disabilities. For this reason, I am also quite afraid. They are rather the most serious but lovable people there are, said my mother once. But then again, I should question my mother at times. She was considering arranged marriages for the future.

          But I am also excited. Minus Bolivia's widespread human trafficking and witchcraft, it’ll be my first independent expedition. I’ll have a room to myself, a maid, chofer, and get assisted by zebras when crossing the streets!

Always and forever, Natalia Nicole A.

Slice Of Life #5 - Snow Falls

          Hey! I apologize for not posting yesterday, I have no excuse. Anyways, It snowed yesterday! Even though it's April and it's absolutely insane for weather like this would approach in the middle of spring, I couldn't help to admire the beauty. Snowflakes are of great elegance and delicacy. It flows through the sky, like a waltzing princess. From what I remember, it was already snowing when I woke up. It was about 9:30 AM.

          “Natalia, Natalia! Wake up, Wake up!” My little sister yelled. She and my other sister were already bouncing on my almost awakened body; they excitedly continued.

          “Not now, Vale. It's too early,” I whined as I turned over and covered my head with a pillow. “Go play somewhere else.”

          “But I don't want to play somewhere else. It's also snowing outside, Natalia! C’mon! It's winter and you, mom, and Pili can play,” she suggested. Vale only is nine years old and Pili is three, so no wonder all they want to do is play. But I didn't mind, I love them and they're worth waking up for. I also love playing with them.

          “Wake up, Cinderella!” she yelled. She finally got my attention.

          When I finally woke up, I was amazed by the amount of snow. Oh well, it's probably the last of it anyway.

Always and forever, Natalia Nicole A.

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Slice Of Life #4 - Of God Sisters & Rivalry

The only biological family I have ever known are my parents and little sisters. Believe it or not, I have no relatives in Illinois whatsoever. I’ve never met my grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins; they are complete strangers. I have biological relatives in Beverly Hills, Malibu, Paris, Toronto, Florida, and Bolivia. I have heard a couple words from them, but that was all. It would be things like birthday, Christmas greetings or girl scout cookies orders. Other than that, there is no bond.

          Though, I have religious relatives. When I say religious relatives, I mean one godmother and three god sisters. Today, we dined with them. Godmother is very special. But really, I am just being nice. She's truly pleasant and sweet, but very self doubtful in the unhealthy matter. After all, I really can't blame her though. She had to face many moments of sorrow and fear. But her eldest daughter, my god sister, there is not much that I can say that is nice. She's quiet and smart; i’ll say that. I just dislike her way of being. She's about my age. We are only three months apart. I am older than her. We used to be good friends in fourth grade, but that is long behind us.

          Godmother is facing stress today and her daughter is not really cooperating. Her and my real mother had “best friend girl talk”, while I sat next to them eavesdropping and godsister listened to music on the other side. We gave each other a few deaths stares and that's it. At least she knows her grandparents. But I don't like them either. Once they asked me if I was on a diet because I didn't want to eat a Buona beef sandwich or whatever they're called.

Always and forever, Natalia Nicole A.

Friday, April 12, 2019

Slice Of Life #3 - Pipinip Tilly

 I always think about having a world of my own. It's mainly when i'm having a rough day, like today. I find it so impressive that small things can make a huge impact on one's mood. Anyways, I love to writing dreams; it's nothing special. I would say it's like a coping mechanism that is associated with hope. My dreams are like an escape to Neverland. A place where i’ll never grow up and embrace the child I am. We all have our own Neverlands.

          The day I actually took significance to my Neverland was not so long ago. I found it, just sitting there, being a notebook. It’s golden rose spiral and leather pink cover attracted me. I know, it's just a notebook. Though, the just notebook opened a whole new world. A kingdom of peculiarities and fantasies awaited. It was truly wonderful! I refer to my notebook as Pipinip Tilly. I carry it around with me everywhere. I tell it everything. Though, it is not a diary. Sure, it does record my emotions, but it's a place of floating bubbles and fighting dragons. My Neverland of superheroes and tea parties with dressed bears, with talking furniture and flowers and royal mice.

         Of course, you are not Pipinip Tilly. Just another Slice of Life blog for the day, so I won't go in depth.

Always and forever, Natalia Nicole A.