Tales - By Jordyn Trotter

Beaten, battered, weather worn

He walked into the room

Pants frayed and shirt all torn

He told us of his doom

“I sailed the seven seas,

To find my true love fair

The wind and jolly breeze

They would take me there

I stood atop the captain’s deck

For that was who I was

I would set sail on my trek

For that is what a captain does

I bellowed orders to my crew

They listened and obeyed

We took to the ocean blue

I would come to my lover’s aid

Now out at sea a storm blew in

The rain was never ceasing

The lightning struck again and again

The waves ever increasing

But I was not a fearful soul

Though my crew, they cowered

I was headed for my goal

Though the waves, they towered

Brave and strong

I faced it all alone

I sang a song

My spirits where not thrown.

My crew lost their grip

And they all fell overboard

But I went down with my ship

For the sea would be my lord

And so I died deep in the sea

But a message I did send

In a bottle my love would see

A message of my fatal end

And oh how she would miss me!”

We stared at him, but not in wonder

We knew him all too well

Saturday he commanded thunder

Yesterday he cast a spell

Once he fought a battle

Once he flew through the gales

Once he tamed a herd of wild cattle

Oh this man and his outlandish tales…   

By Jordyn Trotter

(Picture by Jordyn Trotter) 

If Play Was the Process

"The process is just as important as the project." (Hammond 35)

       Sometimes the importance of a project is so imminence that a person's mind is only set on the objective of getting it done. It doesn't matter how it's done as long as the project is finished. This mentality can distract from the truth that, as the author of KaBOOM! states, "the process is just as important as the project." The process can directly affect the outcome of the project. Now, apply this to learning. Many teachers and parents have the mentality that the "project" or the outcome is the only thing that matters. There is only one fact most people consider: is the child learning or not? Sense the method is of no consequence, it is usually formed in the most straight forward approach, in a manner that is simplest for the adult. The most common mentality for learning is presented in the dullest of manners: tell them what they need to know, test them to see if they learned. A teacher stands at the head of a class of young children. He/she explained in lengthy speeches what it is the children are expected to know, then, at a certain time, the children are faced with a quiz to test their knowledge. This teachers overlooked the process. For younger students  this instructors methods are counterproductive. If a "process", in this case the process of teaching, is changed, creatively composed, and engaging, the instructor will find that their students will grasp the concept quicker, using experiences to help these concepts stand out in their minds. Hammond was directing this quote to the building of playgrounds. He was stating that the process of building a playground was just as important as the project itself. This is something that can be applied to teaching. Children learn better when the process of learning is constructive and engaging. If play is the "process" and learning the "project", the "process" will ensure the best version of the outcome of the "project".

Adventuring

     This is a topic that is close to me because I believe I had the best childhood any child could ever ask for.It is impossible to pinpoint my first memories of play. Someone on the outside might look at my childhood and say that there was nothing spectacular about it, but to me, I look back and remember that it was nothing but spectacular. Being homeschooled along with my two sisters, and later my three younger brother, is one of the many blessing I just can't express my gratefulness for. I never remember school being a chore until I was much older. Playing was my life, as it should be for every child. Every day was a different world for my older sister and me. Being only 18 moths apart, we were partners in crime. Some days we turned our room upside down, building the most elaborate tents you can imagine, setting up shop with our collections of trinkets, to trade or sell to each other. Other days we didn't need toys at all. Pretend was probably our favorite game to play. We took every movie, mostly all Disney classics, and we would step into those characters and play for hours. My sister and I had a very complex routine for playing that could only on rare occasions be broken. From secret hand signs to designated movie characters, we had it all figured out and we were very serious about it. With every movie that we decided to play, my older sister would dictate who  my younger sister and I would get to be. She would pick the main characters, and those characters would be added to a collection of other movie characters we knew as "my guys", and no one else had any right to be that character unless she said so. It was serious business then, but makes me laugh now. I, being the second oldest, didn't mind so much that my older sister, Rachel, had the best characters because I had the second best, leaving my younger sister to the rejects. It wasn't a fair system, but that's what happens when you have older siblings. We would play for hours on end. On certain days, we were lions, from The Lion King, crawling around on all fours, this was one of our favorites. We didn't play by the rules, we changed it all up, denying the facts of physics and realism.

     
      My big sister and I shared a bunk bed in those days, she would sleep on the bottom with me above her. Every night, we watched the reflection on the mirror to see if our parents had gone to bed. If the blue glow of the TV from under their bedroom door was gone, we would whisper "the cost is clear". We then proceeded with a series of hand motions and knocks on the wall to determine if we wanted to play and what we would play. Hours into the night, we would peek through the crack between the wall and our bed, which we so creatively called "the crack." It wasn't too comfortable for me as my blood rushed to my face from looking down so long. Still, we would talk, playing pretend without even moving from our beds. It was almost like telling a story to each other, each person with specific character and part. We always waited for these nightly meeting when our younger sister had fallen asleep, but she later told us that she would just lay awake and listen to us. Today, I look back and miss those days and laugh at our ridiculous traditions. Playing was an important affair for us, every one of our 50 plus stuffed animals had a name, most of which I can still remember, every nightly session of pretend was "bookmarked" until the next morning when we would pick up where we left off. Every day was an adventurer, whether inside or out.

         Now, I'm pretty sure this made no sense to those who read it, but to me and my sisters those were the "good O'l days." It wasn't until I was about l2 and Rachel 13, did we end our adventures, deciding that we were too old to be playing. We grew bored of our imaginary worlds. I miss those days, when nothing mattered, when school was for learning and I didn't dread it. I do know, that my upbringing is the reason my sisters are my best friends, why I have the desire to learn and be successful and creative, even though the process is hard. I whole heartily believe the reason I am duel enrolled in college right now is because I was homeschooled and my parents saw the importance in playing.     

“Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.” 
― Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr

Behind the "Jaws"

There is only one thing more terrifying than the dark nights, the hideous beasts, and the wicked demons: reality. Slipeberg manipulated this fact to the greatest effect, constructing a movie that remains in the back of peoples' minds as they wade into the deep, daunting ocean waters. In the makings of his film Jaws, Spileberg  takes fears that are real, no ridiculous wickedness, but the unfathomable power of an animal that lurks just beneath the surface. The mechanical shark, known as Bruce, had none of the special effects that make modern movies so realistic. He was raw machinery, a shark in its natural habitat: the wide open ocean. It was a challenge filming with a massive mechanical shark out at sea. The result was an unforgettable motion picture. As fans of this movie claim, there should never be a remake of Jaws, for it was apparent that Jaws 2, though more modern, had nothing on the real factor presented in the original. The perfectness of the animated, edited, and mutated waters are an attempt to be realistic, but in being so "realistic" these films lose the "real" factor that can only be captured in a real location, in the real moment, as Jaws was filmed out at sea. Also,  modern movies tend to have a fierce protagonist that "over stay their welcome." Slideberg used the ingenious idea of eluding to the terrifying, unstoppable power of the star of this film. He knew just the right moments, when the audience had "let their guard down", to release the beast. The creator of Jaws knew what it took to strike fear into his audience, producing that addicting thrill factor. Spileberg had the audience believing that nothing could beat Bruce. He was unbeatable, yet what stopped him was a freak accidental explosion. The fear of Jaws goes beyond the screen, staying with the viewers for years and they are reminded of it every time they swim among the waves... and whatever might be swimming just beneath them.    

"The only thing we have to fear is fear it'self -nameless, unreasoning, unjustified, terror..." -FDR (1933)