Wednesday, December 3, 2014

First Semester: Reflection Essay

As I began my first week of classes, I was ready. I was prepared for anything to happen. I was ready to work hard toward my major, Interior Design. Whatever difficulties that I would have, I would keep reminding myself why I came to Ringling College of Art and Design. I came to pursue my dream. I know we all have dreams and wishes, but my dream that I am pursuing, not only do I want to become an Interior Designer, but someone who can use design to make awareness in the world.
            I was the only one in my class to come to Ringling. Most people in my graduating class stayed close by to their home, while a few traveled away from home. When I arrived, my roommate had not come yet, but my suitemates were already in their dorm Haley and Asunta.
            The other people around our dorm are wonderful. We became friends by playing the card game, “Cards Against Humanity.” Once this got the ball rolling, we all wanted to know everyone, where everyone was from, and what major everyone chose. Meeting these types of people created a sense of growth and responsibility in me.
            When classes began, I met more people. As those classes progressed, I got to learn and see how people reacted to the workload. There were some who were falling behind, some who focused just on one class, and some who think they are better then everyone else. Seeing and hearing people who are struggling bothers me because there is help all around us and it is our responsibility to reach for that help. This is not high school anymore; teachers are not as lenient as they were. There are ways to cope with the struggles. One does not have to suffer alone. That is what’s nice here at Ringling. The teachers want to help you succeed. They want to make sure you understand the material and that is getting across to you. During my Drawing & 2D Design 1 class, I took the ropes and asked for more practice on contour drawing. I knew I was not doing so well, and I went up to my professor and told him, “I do not mind doing more work. I do not want to fall behind.” Showing the professor that I cared about my work and was willing to work harder, not only made an impression on him, but it made me feel better about myself; that I was willing to go the extra mile and do more work for the class.
            To get away from work, I joined the Quidditch team. I became a chaser, a position that is similar to the position forward in the sport soccer. Here I met some of the upperclassmen. Ever since I have joined, I do my best to make it to practices. Playing Quidditch I feel free and there is nothing to worry about. I am excited for tournaments that come our way and hope to play my best in them.
            In early October, we had an unofficial Quidditch game in Orlando. This was a great experience because it was just Natalie and me who were the only freshmen who came with the upperclassmen part of our team. I would say we were the lucky ones, because after the matches we played ended, we all went to lunch to celebrate our victory.

Time has flown by fast and it feels like I just started. I am looking forward to next semester and what it holds for me. I know that next semester I will have more classes, but I will be prepared and ready to take on any challenges I face with responsibility. Also happening next semester is another Quidditch tournament, this time it is an official tournament. This will be the last tournament before the Regional Quidditch Tournament.  

A Trip To The Galapagos Islands


The hot, sticky air welcomed us when we landed in Quito, Ecuador. It was midnight when we landed and yet we would be going to sleep for only about four hours. We had to catch a flight at 7:00 am that same day. The person we met from Ecology Project International in Quito, Ecuador, would not be our tour guide for the Galapagos Island trip. The tour guides for the Galapagos Island trip, Andrés and Andrea, I would be meeting when I landed in the Galapagos.
            When we took off from Ecuador, the sun began to shine. I opened the airplane window shade and saw tall mountains with snowy caps. I turned to my friend and said, “Look you can see the snow caps on the mountains.” At that, everyone looked out their window and saw the snowy caps.
 As we continued to fly and got closer to the Galapagos Islands, we looked down and were all in shock. When we saw the different islands that make up the Galapagos Islands, we could not believe that we would be in the Galapagos for two weeks. I could not believe it. This was a dream come true.
            When we landed in the small airport on Baltra, we walked to the baggage pickup to grab our luggage before meeting the people from Ecology Project International, EPI. When we got on the bus, it brought us to a small dock where we got on a boat and traveled across to Santa Cruz, the main island. When we got to the other side, another bus picked us up, and drove us to a reserve where we would be staying for a few days to do our research on the tortoises. The reserve had no hot water, but that was not a problem because the weather was hot and humid. At this reserve we got to see the Galapagos Giant Tortoises and learn about the Galapagos Islands.
            For our first encounter with the giant tortoises, we took a hike around and visited a greenhouse on the reserve. We saw at least four tortoises. When a classmate got close to a tortoise, it began making strange noises. It was hissing at us. We learned that the hissing was actually the tortoise breathing. Tortoises have so much space in the shell, that the hiss was the extra air being released.
            The next few days while at the reserve, we took field trips around the island. On one of the trips we had to cut down blackberry bushes that were becoming invasive to the Galapagos plants in the forest. We all wore gloves for this and had sheers to cut the bush, but the thorns from the bush still found a way to give us scratches. By the end of our work, all of us had a few cuts on our arms and legs. After this, we walked to the “Twin Craters,” “Los Gemelos.” Here we walked around and did an activity. We were all separated on the path, had to close our eyes and listen to what was around us. We then had to draw or write what we heard and what was around us.
            On another field trip, we took a bus back to where we had arrived by boat. There, we got on a boat to go snorkeling around the island of Santa Cruz. When the boat made its way to the stopping point, we were handed wet suits to put on. Once we had our equipment, we got into a smaller boat and picked partners who we would stay with and swim with. As we got into the water, I felt the cold rush up inside of me. I most likely stayed in the water for about twenty to thirty minutes until I could no longer take the cold water. When I got out, the boat driver told me the next time we go snorkeling I could use his wet suit. It was longer than ours; it had longer pant sleeves and longer sleeves. Unlike ours, ours were short pant sleeves and shorter short sleeves. When I got out, I missed seeing a Galapagos Shark, (Black Tip Shark), but I knew I would most likely be seeing them in other places when we went snorkeling.
            After this little dive, we visited South Plaza where all the sea lions are, as well as sally light foot crabs, and land iguanas. What made this visit funny; all of us were taking pictures of the sea lions. It is ironic that we could just go to a zoo or Pier 39 and take pictures of the sea lions, but no, we were taking pictures of these sea lions. What is also ironic is that these sea lions had traveled from San Francisco, California. Not all had made it, but these were the one who had made it and survived the sharks. Toward the shoreline it was mostly baby sea lions as well as some mothers, but as we got to the top of the island, all the rejected males laid there.
After this excursion, we returned back to the reserve. We got into groups and had to draw a tortoise. In my group the only good artist was me, so a someone in my group said, “Vanessa, you take art? You should draw the tortoise.”
I replied, “Well okay. It may not be great, but I will do my best.”
“Well it would be better then my drawing,” said someone else in our group.
 Once we finished drawing our tortoise, we had to draw the different islands without looking at a map. Once again the people in our group looked at me. Without hesitating I took the reins. I lead our group and drew the different islands. Once we had our islands drawn, we presented and talked about the Galapagos Islands and how these magnificent creatures came to the islands.
            The next day we researched the tortoises. We learned that each island has a tortoise and they have differences from one another. The research consisted of flipping over the turtle and measuring the shell from the bottom, then weighing the tortoise, injecting a chip into the tortoises, and then flipping the tortoise back over, (same way), and finally putting a mark on the tortoise so that other researches would know that this tortoise has been marked. If the tortoises do not get flipped back the same way, their insides become twisted and will die. On our journey, we all came across a very heavy tortoise. The tortoise weighed over five hundred kilos and everyone, including the tour guide, thought we would not be able to flip the tortoise. Guess what! We did. It took all of us to flip the tortoise on its back. Once we finished taking the measurements, we all flipped the tortoise back over the same way it was flipped.
After this excitement, we walked back to the reserve to get ready to move into the main city in Santa Cruz, Puerto Ayora. In this town we stayed at a hotel, (with hot water), and it was near the square. This would be the place where we would be meeting students from a local high school, and they would show us their recycling plant, as well as a solar power plant that the government is working on with other nations.
            From Puerto Ayora we took boats to visit Floreana, Santiago, and Isla Bartolome. In Puerto Ayora, I found out Sea Shepherd had a base. I was very excited and when I saw the sign, “Sea Shepherd Office.” I took a picture with it. A few months after I left the Galapagos Islands, Sea Shepherd came out with a documentary about the Galapagos Islands.

Visiting the Galapagos Islands was a dream come true. I am the first in my family getting to travel to a place where we have heard so much about and where animals are being protected. Seeing the different culture, and being involved in it changed the way I think and how I see things. I have become more aware of the environment and everyday I try to make a difference. Whether it is telling people what is happening, emailing my teachers and family with important news, or even sharing things on my social media pages. If we do not work together toward a better world, then there is no point living on this planet. If we cannot preserve the animals and plants around us then life is not worth living.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Chapter 1: Scared

He was gone.
           
            The room was bare. No more paintings or pictures hanging on the walls. The air was different. The room was quiet. I was alone. I thought if I should follow him or stay behind. I heard my dog barking outside. I went outside and saw my cat was stabbed. Dead. I wondered if my boyfriend killed her, but then again he was a lover of animals. My dog was scared. I could see it in his eyes.
            I had to get away from here. I did not know where I would go, but I had to leave immediately. I started packing and found my besties’ phone numbers. I phone the first one, Rachel. Rachel was always the popular one, the one that always scored the hotties. She did not pick up. I thought she was probably on a date, so I called my second friend, Ashley. Ashley was the girl always asking for attention, but the joker in our group. She answered, but started babbling at me and joking around. So I hung up.
            I prayed for my last friend, Miley to listen. When Miley picked up, I told her everything - from start to finish. When I finally finished, Miley said I should come to her.
            Miley lived in a small house over looking the view of Australia’s downtown. She had a dog named Crystal who was in love with my dog, Buddy and a cat named Sparkle.
            Once I arrived in Australia, I phoned Miley and told her I had just landed. She told me that her dad, Tim Whiteman was already on his way.    
            Big, bright, and beautiful, were the three words that were in my mind when I saw the Australian Airport. I forgot what it had looked like. I am now twenty-three and the last time I had come, I was sixteen to celebrate Miley’s Sixteenth Birthday.
            When I was grabbing my luggage, I heard my name being called. I turned around and saw Tim. Tim recognized me, and I recognized him. When he asked me if everything was okay, I told him that there was a problem but would wait until we saw Miley.
            In the car ride home, Tim told me that had redone their home.
            When we arrived, I was in amazement. When Tim told me they had redone their home, I thought, just a few changes. But what Tim actually meant, was that they had redone the whole entire house from top to bottom.
Now it looked really cool! It was a big, two story house. The front yard was small, but in the back you could see the ocean and downtown Australia. As we walked inside, Miley came racing toward me saying, “SAM! It’s been forever! Didn’t you get my letter?”
            Miley and I are very best friends. We have been friends since the seventh grade. When we see each other, we are really happy.
            When Miley asked if I had gotten a letter, I replied, “What letter?”
            Miley looked at me as if I had never gotten a letter. First she thought I was joking, but she saw in my eyes that I was confused.
Miley asked, “You didn’t get a letter? I sent it one month ago?”
“I never got it. Either it got lost or someone took it and exchanged letters, because I got a different letter. This brings to me, why I came. Here is the letter I got.”
            Dear Samantha,
            Do not be alarmed that I know your name, just listen. Your boyfriend will come and break your heart. If you break up with him first, someone’s life will be spared, but if your boyfriend breaks up with you, the life will not be spared.                                                                                                                                              Signed,
                                                                                                            XXX
            Miley was looking back at me has if she knew what had happened to me because afterword Miley told me the exact same thing except the person who signed it, only used two “X’s” not three. We were both puzzled. We thought that maybe it’s the same person just trying to get us off track. Miley showed me her letter and it was the exact same thing.

Miley decided we had enough and we walked to the nearby park.

Kite Flying


Kite Flying
The sky is blue
Kites are beginning to take flight
Kids cheering with joy
Kids waiting for kites to fall
Waiting to be the winner
Waiting to catch the winning kite.
The joy, the screaming, the fighting
Gone.

Nothing is the same
Kits not soaring the skies
Children on streets
Starvation.
Kite fighting,
Gone.

But there is hope
The future holds the power to love again.

         This poem that I created has to do with Kite flying. From the book "The Kite Runner," the most fun Amir and other children had been was kite fighting. I wanted to emphasize that in the beginning kite fighting was huge but when the Taliban came in, all that change. The picture symbolizes the kites that children used. The last verse talks about how, when Amir came to America and brought Sohrab, Amir taught Sohrab kite fighting.
Vanessa Lieberman

9/28/13