Literal:

Which toll did the truck choose to go through?

Inferential:

Where is the upcoming car headed?

Evaluative:

Why is there a man on the last turnpike stop?

Appreciative:

Why did the author make each turnpike stop different?

Essential:

What’s the point of this cartoon?

This picture is amusing because the Riddles stop reminds me of a story I read in my childhood. The man looks like a troll and in the story the troll asks the people who try to get over his bridge to answer his riddles in order to get past him. In the cartoon it similarly depicts a man at the turnpike labeled “3 riddles” and with the pole down preventing cars from passing unless they do the riddles as a way of payment. It’s also amusing because the E-ZPASS doesn’t seem to be easy to get by because a truck seems to be stuck. You’d think that the easy pass would get you through faster but in that case it wasn’t like that at all.

Compared to the first text the second one was much more harder to separate and gather what was what. The sections were harder to find. The title wasn’t actually there. We weren’t able to find it after a while of searching for it throughout the text. There was mainly more information than anything else. There weren’t pictures, graphs, or numbers. As a group we did better on the first one because we were able to differentiate what was what and what color each section would be. The second text caused many confusions because of the way it was organized in a more simple way compared to the previous one that had bold words, headers, sections, and examples. The first text wanted you to learn and helped guide you with important words and sentences to keep in mind. It would repeat quite a bit meanwhile the second one got straight to the point about what was being talked about. I learned how to pay attention to structure and how to break it down in a simpler way to get a better understanding of it.

If I was a mom I would most likely be an authoritative parent. This meaning I would be highly supportive of my child but also enforce the rules. I’d want to have a strong relationship with my child that contains trust, communication as well as discipline when it’s necessary. I would help guide but not fully control my child in order to get them to succeed in school, at home, or just in life. My parents have always been strict and I wouldn’t want to be like them with my child. Although I was a good kid under their parenting I would be slightly more lenient with mine because I wouldn’t want my child to be as shy and quite as I was as a child. I wasn’t outgoing at all in elementary and middle school. I want to show my kid how to communicate and how to treat others the right way. If for whatever reason my child would have bad behavior I would surely give him/her a consequence. If they’re outstanding or doing well I’d show how proud I am of them. I’d support my child through everything whether it’s during a school game, good grades, good behavior, or even when they don’t do as well as others. I would give my child the love and support that I lacked in my childhood because of how absent my parents were in my life due to their demanding jobs.

I love being outdoors. I’ve been a long distance runner for quite some time, this being said I’m always out and about. I enjoy running out in the wilderness. I also enjoy hiking so being outdoors is my ultimate favorite place to be. When I used to be a part of my old cross country team I used to run through hills, mud, and a lot of uneven trails, but that’s what I loved about it. Running through all the messed up trails made it more interesting rather than just running at a smooth and even surface. It was such a rush to be out in nature competing. Although I’m no longer competing in races, I still enjoy running and hiking out in the wilderness. Typically I go to a nearby trail in Azuza but I’ve recently began to explore more trails. Recently I went to a trail in San Pedro where there was the best view of the ocean and a lot of hills. I was able to explore a few hours but couldn’t stay any longer because I had brought along my furry companion and she was too tired to continue. Being outdoors makes me happy especially now that I’m able to enjoy it with my little fur baby.

It takes a lot for me to get angry. I typically never show anger. When I do get upset it would have to be when people are rude for no good reason. You could be very polite to them and they either answer with a bad mood or attitude. This would happen pretty often at my previous job. I was a cashier at a restaurant and sometimes customers would be super rude to me. I was always told I was the nicest cashier, but when I would get customers like that it would get me very upset. Although I was never rude back I would get mad at the fact that I did my job right and they think it’s okay to be mean or rude to the employees. There was one customer in particular that was so rude and plain difficult while I was taking their order and then they have the audacity to purposely spill their drink all over the counter and told me rudely go fetch me another one and with another cup. Honestly that was the only time I truly felt really angry to the point where my face felt hot and I stood there in disbelief. Then the customer decided to change their order last minute which wasn’t cool at all because their dish was already made. This customer was the one to make me burst and become so angry. Another reason I get angry would be when people aren’t honest with me. Lying would be one of the ways to get me upset. I’ve never been a person to judge and tend to be very understanding so I don’t understand why people lie to me. I always speak the truth whether it’s good or bad and I respect when people do the same.

Literal :

Who will make it?

Inferential :

Was this person happy while they wrote this?

Evaluative :

Was this appropriate to write in the bathroom stall?

Appreciative :

Why would the author write this quote?

Essential Question :

When is it appropriate to write messages on walls?

I believe I’m fairly good at drawing. I’ve been drawing for quite some time now. I began drawing at the age of ten but didn’t fully commit to drawing until I was probably fifteen. I was in my freshman math class when I realized I was pretty good at sketching out drawings. My teacher complimented one of my sketches and that got me thinking that I should probably continue drawing. Soon after it slowly became my daily hobby. I started off drawing simple figures but then began to draw more realistic animals. As time passed and as I got more practice I improved a lot. More people began to compliment my drawings and that would motivate me to continue drawing. Although I wasn’t able to take an art class in high school I continued drawing every spare time I had. What I love to draw would be flowers, birds, realistic eyes or landscapes. I’ve recently began to paint because for my last birthday I was gifted acrylic paints and so many canvases. It’s still a learning process with that because it’s pretty different in comparison to simply using pencils.

My favorite childhood toy was a white stuffed bear. My dad gave it to me when I was about four or five years old. It was special because I hardly saw my dad so it was a nice reminder of him. I loved it so much I would constantly take it everywhere even to daycare. I used to sleep with it at night as I believe it would keep me safe. As I grew older I stopped taking it everywhere because I felt like that was embarrassing. I left that bear at my grandmother’s house for safekeeping because I had smaller siblings that would destroy it. One day when went to stay at my grandma’s and my dad was also at her house my appendix ruptured. My dad took my stuffed animal and i took it into surgery with me. It became even more sentimental and special for me that to this day it’s still in my room. It continues being my favorite childhood toy.

What I really miss most is being a kid. I miss having nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t have to worry about grades, a career, work, or even money. As a kid you have no responsibilities yet. You just spend most of your day playing. Whereas now I have so many responsibilities, such as making payments, working, going to school, and helping out my family. I taught myself how to ride a bike and I spent a lot of time riding it throughout the neighborhood. It has been about six years since I’ve last rode a bike. As a child I used to go to the park very frequently to spend time with my family. We used to play baseball, dodgeball, play inside the water park, or simply just have a picnic. Family time used to be a a part of my daily routine. Now I hardy get to spend time with family due to the lack of free time I get. Time flew by way too quickly. I just miss my fun filled childhood. I miss feeling like I had all the time in the world to just have fun and be a kid.

There has been so many times where I laugh uncontrollably to the point that I feel as if I worked out on abs that day. The time that was the most was when I was on a family trip with my mom, sister, and brother. We had a long drive to the airport which was about 3 hours. We were very exhausted by the time we arrived. We got onto our plane and arrived to our destination. We got our suit cases and headed out the door. My sister was stopped by this man because we had supposedly accidentally taken the wrong suitcase. My mom already upset about the long trip and sleepless night refused because she knew it was my sisters and they both argued nonstop. When the man gave up, he tried to leave quickly but stumbled and ended tripping over the suitcase that he supposedly had gotten by mistake. It literally dented in as he landed right on top of it as if it had barely anything in it. My sister’s suit case on the other hand was packed full. My family laughed uncontrollably because he tried to trick us and ended up making a fool out of himself. A few days later we see him again when we’re shopping for gifts to take back home. His face immediately turned bright red and as acted as if he didn’t see my family he took a sharp turn into a small food place where he ran into this old woman who had a plate full of tacos. The woman was so unpleased that he had knocked down her food that she grabbed him and told him you will pay for me to replace these. Me and my family tried to control our laughter but gave into the funny moment and carried on laughing like there was no tomorrow. To this day my mom still brings up the weird but funny story to others.