Reflection For My Portfolio

      Some of the achievements that I'm proud of is that I figured out how to edit by exploring the software myself. I was quite proud of myself doing that because there's just that natural feeling of accomplishment when you do something on your own. But I was also proud of myself taking a poor grade and not just sulking about it. I should learn from my mistakes and fix them when I try again. 

      Some challenges in this semester was trying to juggle all of the projects, since some of them were close with due dates. We also had to deal with tests and maybe we had extracurriculars after school that we had to do as well. The way I dealt with it though is that I took a deep breath, took a few minutes to think of the things I should focus on more, and started to do what I needed to. We can't do anything about it, that's just how reality works. 

       A goal I want to set for myself next semester is to catch up more on my homework, and try to manage all of my stuff in my schedule. Since I'm in more activities than I used to be, I need to learn to manage my schedule. Finding when I have free time and the time for studying. Another goal I want to set is to learn more about making a website, just like this one. It's only my first time making a website, so I want to try and improve my skills of making a website.
Link to my portfolio: http://angelafayenavor.wix.com/fayenaevor

For my parents, here are the questions you need to answer:

What piece of writing did you like best in my portfolio and why? 

What did you like about my portfolio and sharing and what would you like to see me improve on?

Which of the writing traits (ideas, organization, voice, word choice) do you feel was most successful for me?

Which of the traits of writing would you like me to improve on in the coming semester?

KC3 Essay Final Draft

             Oahu is known as a "paradise" and where everything is calm and relaxed. To tourists, Hawaii is the ideal place for them to have a vacation, and would possibly want to live here. It's okay for Hawaii being a tourist destination, but living here is a different story. Hawaii is a place where you can see a lot of people, taking vacations and all that, people having fun and surfing the waves. But it isn't all fun and games. Living here is actually pretty much almost the same as living in other places in the U.S, just a little more expensive.

            For people in the Mainland, their food is much cheaper than what you get here in Hawaii. For average people in the U.S, you would only have to pay $34.36 for 5 lbs white rice, broccoli and apples, 1 lb ground beef and cheese, 1 dozen eggs, and a gallon of milk. But for different places in Hawaii, people would have to pay $47.61 in Kapahulu at Safeway, $48.41 in Honolulu at Target, and the worst of them all, $62.35 in Hilo at Walmart. The reason for this is because of how far we are from all the places we're getting our imports. Since most of Hawaii's goods are imported, they barely have anything from their agriculture, which makes it impossible for Hawaii to be sustainable. Freight costs don't have a uniform effect on products, but they do  have a particularly notable effect on certain groceries.

            Goods that are imported from different parts of the U.S and other places can bring down what's left of Hawaii's agriculture. If this continues to happen, all  of the agriculture in Hawaii will be gone in 2040. The reason for this is because 85-90% of our food and other goods are imported. It's also because "Hawaii's a giant consumer of the goods that arrive inside the large metal containers on mammoth ships from the west coast." (Living Hawaii: How Much Does Shipping Increase the Cost of Living?,  par. 3) If we have too much food imported from other places, then the food prices go up and it's a higher percentage of the imports coming to us instead of the exports increasing. Our overall prices in the island are even higher than the national average, 17% higher to be exact. Sending the same container of goods that go back to Long Beach would've been much cheaper, which would be at $1,874. The biggest challenge is the fact that we are in the middle of an  ocean and air freight is very expensive.

            More than 70% of Hawaii's electricity is generated by oil while the Mainland only uses 1%. 46.3 million barrels of petroleum were imported for Hawaii's total energy for the past year and $5.09 billion left the state last year to pay for imported petroleum, and it was $4,000 for every person living in Hawaii. With that petroleum, we burned 11.3 million barrels of petroleum last year just for electricity. We can't compete with the Mainland's manufactured things when it has electricity costs embedded in it. This is probably one of the most expensive things to spend on for your time living here in Hawaii. Also imagine all of the other people using electricity. We're such a big consumer of goods that arrive inside large metal containers on the largest industrial ships on the west coast. "Hawaii's reliance on shipped-in goods is often cited as a major component of the "Price of Paradise."("Living Hawaii: How Much Does Shipping Increase the Cost of Living?,  par. 8) It's also no doubt that for more than 200 years, sending goods across the sea can get difficult, and it already is. But on the bright side, many of the other companies that transport goods today upgraded their processes and techniques for the 21st century. Although they solved that problem, freight prices still change a lot for various reasons. Even if freight costs don't have a uniform effect on products, they do have a notable effect on certain groceries.

          If we keep relying on resources from other countries, we won't be able to live on our own. Since all of our food, clothing, daily needs, and others are too pricey, people that live here will have a hard time, and soon enough people will start leaving. It's much less expensive in the Mainland, because almost everything come from the Mainland. The meat, fruits, vegetables, poultry, all of that is mostly grown and raised there, so they have their advantages. Most of our agriculture is already gone, so we can't really do much about it. Hawaii's too westernized, which is why most of what Hawaii's known for isn't there anymore. With all of this happening, it's impossible that Hawaii will be sustainable. What's important is our Ohana, and how they feel about them having to pay a little more for groceries, because we're making this very hard for ourselves.

KC3 Essay

           Oahu is known as a "paradise" and where everything is calm and relaxed. To tourists, Hawaii is the ideal place for them to have a vacation, and would possibly want to live here. It's okay for Hawaii being a tourist destination, but living here is a different story. Hawaii is a place where you can see a lot of people, taking vacations and whatnot, people having fun and surfing the waves. But it isn't all fun and games. Living here is actually pretty much almost the same as living in other places in the U.S, just a little more expensive. For people in the Mainland, their food is much cheaper than what you get here in Hawaii. For average people in the U.S, you would only have to pay $34.36 for 5 lbs white rice, broccoli and apples, 1 lb ground beef and cheese, 1 dozen eggs, and a gallon of milk. But for different places in Hawaii, people would have to pay $43.85 in Keeaumoku at Walmart, $47.61 in Kapahulu at Safeway, $48.41 in Honolulu at Target, and the worst of them all, $62.35 in Hilo at Walmart. Another problem is how much it costs for the goods to get here. It costs less for California because most containers leave Hawaii empty. Usually, less demand translates into lower prices. Since most of Hawaii's goods are imported, they barely have anything from their agriculture, which makes it impossible for Hawaii to be sustainable. Freight costs don't have a uniform effect on products, but they do  have a particularly notable effect on certain groceries.

            Goods that are imported from different parts of the U.S and other places can bring down what's left of Hawaii's agriculture. If this continues to happen, all  of the agriculture in Hawaii will be gone in 2040. The reason for this is because 85-90% of our food and other goods are imported. It's also because "Hawaii's a giant consumer of the goods that arrive inside the large metal containers on mammoth ships from the west coast." (Living Hawaii: How Much Does Shipping Increase the Cost of Living?,  par. 3) If we have too much food imported from other places, then the food prices go up and it's a higher percentage of the imports coming to us instead of the exports increasing. Our overall prices in the island are even higher than the national average, 17% higher to be exact. Sending the same container of goods that go back to Long Beach would've been much cheaper, which would be at $1,874. The biggest challenge is the fact that we are in the middle of an  ocean and air freight is very expensive. 

       
            More than 70% of Hawaii's electricity is generated by oil while the Mainland only uses 1%. 46.3 million barrels of petroleum were imported for Hawaii's total energy for the past year and $5.09 billion left the state last year to pay for imported petroleum, and it was $4,000 for every person living in Hawaii. With that petroleum, we burned 11.3 million barrels of petroleum last year just for electricity. We can't compete with the Mainland's manufactured things when it has electricity costs embedded in it. Since we have so much demand, our goods are much more expensive. Less demand usually turns into lower prices. It's much less expensive in the Mainland, because almost everything come from the Mainland. The meat, fruits, vegetables, poultry, all of that is mostly grown and raised there, so they  have their advantages. Living in the Mainland is a little bit easier than living here in Hawaii.

           We're such a big consumer of goods that arrive inside large metal containers on the largest industrial ships on the west coast. "Hawaii's reliance on shipped-in goods is often cited as a major component of the "Price of Paradise.""Living Hawaii: How Much Does Shipping Increase the Cost of Living?,  par. 8) It's also no doubt that for more than 200 years, sending goods across the sea can get difficult, and it already is. But on the bright side, many of the other companies that transport goods today upgraded their processes and techniques for the 21st century. Although they solved that problem, freight prices still change a lot for various reasons. Even if freight costs don't have a uniform effect on products, they do have a notable effect on certain groceries. 

          If we keep relying on resources from other countries, we won't be able to live on our own. Since all of our food, clothing, daily needs, and others are too pricey, people that live here will have a hard time, and people will start leaving. Most of our agriculture is already gone, so we can't really do much about it. Hawaii's too westernized, which is why most of what Hawaii's known for isn't there anymore. With all of this happening, it's impossible that Hawaii will be sustainable. What's important is that people in our community are happy, but we're making this very hard for ourselves. 

Querencia Graphic Card

Querencia || Manokihikihi Way || Final Draft

       Too much homework, projects, and deadlines to think about, and I need to go someplace to calm down and relieve my stress. I asked myself, "Where might that be?" Well, it isn't much of a place to really brag about how "beautiful it is" or "how this place gives me inspiration." It's a place where I have fun, be myself, and get to express my feelings with. My special place is Manokihikihi Way. Yes, it's a street and I know it may seem kinda weird. But there's way more meaning to this place. It's almost hard to explain, to the point that you just need a visual to help you guide the way.

       It's dark, street lights are the only source of brightness. There's faint stars in the sky, and the moon, in the shape of a crescent that day, was present. A big tree, in the middle of a circle of houses, as the wind blows and the leaves from the tree start to rustle. Three people, with some type of bond, like a friendship. And when there's a time to see each other on the holidays, they come out of their houses. Each of which is excited to see what we'll be able to do together. Another person comes around to visit, depending on another good memory to be made. Maybe we'll play with playing cards, jam out with music and sing songs together, or maybe just walking around the streets, talking about things that we don't normally talk about with others. We all enjoy it, and it feels like we've been hanging out for hours and hours on end.

        Every time there's some type of celebration, like my cousin's birthday, my aunt's birthday, or maybe  New Year's, my parents and I go here, which is my auntie's house. But for some weird reason, every time I'm there, I tend to go outside, because I always look for something. My childhood friends. When I was about 7 years old, I visited someone's house that wasn't familiar. I met someone named Jennah, that was almost the same age as me, and instantly became friends. After about 4 years, I met her childhood friend, named Xander, and we instantly clicked as well. I don't have much that I remember of when I was little, so I didn't really know where this place was. I didn't exactly know what it was called, or remembered how it looked like. But when I'm there, I know it's my special place.

         I guess my reason for me to make this my special place is because whenever I hang out with my childhood friends, it represents me as the type of person who can get along and meet lots of people. It also represents how I'm friendly in some type of way, even though I barely show it in public. No other place makes me feel this way because my place involves other family members and close loved ones. Whenever I go to other places, they aren't there, so it doesn't make it as special. It's hard to explain, just like trying to explain how my place looks like, but what I know is it has a place in my heart, and it'll always be there.

         To this day, I still go to Manokihikihi Way. I go there for the same occasions, and I go there on the weekends when I have time. Jennah's moving to the Mainland in a year, so I don't know what that's going to affect. This is my special place, basically because the people that I met there were very special. I don't know what I'd do if they weren't there with me, whenever there was an occasion. I would probably feel very horrible and I wouldn't be able to express myself as much anymore. This was my escape from the real world, my Querencia, and I don't have any plans to change it.

7th Grade Christmas Party

           We walked into the cold and refreshing room, at Saint Theresa, with the rest of our class, trying to plan a good movie day. The smell of delicious food delivered by our teachers filled the room, everyone anxious to taste it in their mouths. We filled the green chairs and blue tables, waiting for instructions from our teacher. After a long time, we picked the movie Frozen, while the other class chose to walk around Chinatown, buying anything they saw along the way. No one in our class liked the movie choice, but our teacher didn't want to copy the other class. She finally called us for grace, so we can eat the good food that was in front of us. We had rice, chicken, steak, noodles, and our class was responsible to bring the forks and plates. Our desserts was jello, hot cocoa, ice cream, and marshmallows.

            We all waited for the movie to start on the promethean board, assuming that the movie wouldn't be enjoyable. We heard the bad news that the board couldn't work, so all of us went back to the classroom to try and watch the movie there instead. Continuing to eat the delicious food, savoring it until we were finished. As we tried to focus on the movie, most people got bored and did their own thing. Our teacher knew that we were not watching the movie so she let use our phones, while the movie was still running. At the end of the day we had to go back to the teachers work room to clean the mess we made. After we cleaned we all said a goodbye to each other because we weren't seeing each other in 2 weeks.

Angela Faye and Javon Monico

Querencia Draft

   Too much homework, projects, and deadlines to think about, and I need to go someplace to calm down and relieve my stress. Where might that be? I ask my conscience. It isn't much of a place to really brag about how "beautiful it is" or "how this place gives me inspiration." It's a place where I have fun, be myself, and get to express my feelings with. My special place is Manokihikihi Way. Wait, isn't that a street? That's kind of a weird place to call special. There's way more meaning to this place. It's almost hard to explain, to the point that you just need a visual to help you guide the way.
    It's dark, street lights are the only source of brightness. There's faint stars in the sky, and the moon, in the shape of a crescent that day, was present. A big tree, in the middle of a circle of houses, as the wind blows and the leaves from the tree start to rustle. Three houses, together with some type of bond, like a friendship. And when there's a time to see each other on the holidays, they come out of these houses. Each of which is excited to see what we'll be able to do together. Another person comes around to visit, depending on another good memory to be made. Maybe we'll play with playing cards, jam out with music and sing songs together, or maybe just walking around the streets, talking about things that we don't normally talk about with others. We all enjoy it, and it feels like we've been hanging out for hours and hours on end.
    Every time there's some type of celebration, like my cousin's birthday, my aunt's birthday, or maybe  New Year's, my parents and I go here, which is my auntie's house. But for some weird reason, every time I'm there, I tend to go outside, because I always look for something. My childhood friends. When I was about 7 years old, I visited someone's house that wasn't familiar. I met someone named Jennah, that was almost the same age as me, and instantly became friends. After about 4 years, I met her childhood friend, named Xander, and we instantly clicked as well. I don't have much that I remember of when I was little, so I didn't really know where this place was. I didn't exactly know what it was called, or remembered how it looked like. But when I'm there, I know it's my special place.
    To this day, I still go to Manokihikihi Way. I go there for the same occasions, and I go there on the weekends when I have time. Jennah's moving to the Mainland in a year, so I don't know what that's going to affect. This is my special place, basically because the people that I met there were very special. I don't know what I'd do if they weren't there with me, whenever there was an occasion. I would probably feel very horrible and I wouldn't be able to express myself as much anymore. This was my escape from the real world, and I don't have any plans to change it.

Behind The Closed Doors

    It's dark, street lights are the only source of brightness. There's faint stars in the sky, and the moon, in the shape of a crescent that day, was present. A big tree, in the middle of a circle of houses, as the wind blows and the leaves from the tree start to rustle. Three houses, together with some type of bond, like a friendship. And when there's a time to see each other on the holidays, they come out of these houses. Each of which is excited to see what we'll be able to do together. Another person comes around to visit, depending on another good memory to be made. Maybe we'll play with playing cards, jam out with music and sing songs together, or maybe just walking around the streets, talking about things that we don't normally talk about with others. We all enjoy it, and it feels like we've been hanging out for hours and hours on end. But then the time is all gone, and everyone goes back to their houses, and that one person who visited goes back home as well. The day was done, and in a few months, we will all meet again to make another memorable night.

Graphic Card: "Mano Po"

Final Draft

      My dad, mom, little sister, and I drive back home from school and work. Once we arrive, we're greeted by my Grandma. She comes out to help my sister gather her things and we all get back into the house. "Mano po" I tell my Grandma, while we all get settled in. "Mano po" is a gesture where you take the person's hand and you put it against your forehead. This gesture basically means that you respect them, and that you're home.
      My Grandma has been doing this gesture ever since she was 5. "I would do the gesture to my elders, just like what you do to me and your parents." she said. I never really had the time to really think about the meaning of the word, but whenever I think of it, I think of home, my loved ones, and family. It's like it was meant to be there from the start. It's a habit we all do in my family, and we never forget it. I don't really know if any other culture does this, but I do know that it originated from the Philippines, and that most people there use it to greet their elders.
      My sister is at the right age to learn the gesture, but since we're all a little busy, we tend to forget to teach her. We forget to teach her how important this is to our culture, and how important this is to our family. She's learning things from school, but she isn't learning things from our culture. I sometimes think about all the other traditional cultures she missed out on since she's never been to the Philippines. She'll be able to learn about the gesture one day. But for now, we'll just continue on the tradition with the rest of the family.
      I never really knew if I did the gesture as a child, so then I asked my Grandma if I did. "You would always do it after school whenever you get home. You would do it to me, your mom, and your aunties." she said. I never really remembered anything from when I was four, and I was a little shocked by how I did "mano po" at such a young age. I guess I was kind of a smart kid when I was little. It also shows how I was taught at a young age, which means that this is a very important phrase and gesture.
     To this day, we still use "mano po." I still use it after school when I get home, whenever I get back from a trip, or whenever I get home from a family outing. My Grandma never gets tired of seeing and hearing us do the gesture, because she knows that this also means that we give her respect. Other cultures probably have other gestures or phrases that they use to show respect and tell others in their family that they're home. But for us, this is our phrase. This is our gesture. It would be great if everyone knew and used "mano po", because it's a very heartwarming thing to say. For now, we'll continue doing this tradition, and we won't stop. Maybe in a few years, everyone else will catch on.

Teens Help Design A Camera For A Young Girl With No Arms

     Their idea of trying to design a camera for someone who doesn't have any arms is really touching. Instead of adults trying to make the camera, other teens did it for her. Like what others say, teens learn from other teens. So it also means that teens can help one another. Direct Quote: "I'd much rather have a kid's idea versus an adult's idea." Susanna Spiccia said. A head cam nor a wheelchair camera worked. So then they came up with a shoulder-mounted camera design to help the teen. In July, Pilcher and Janiyah gave Haley a test run using the shoulder cam, and used it throughout that week (Paraphrase from Kids Helping Kids, Paragraph 4, Successful Shooting, Paragraph 1). Some of her shots were even included in her group's final music video, which she and her teammates act out a spooky nightmare in colorful costumes and face paint.  The form of the topic is so effective, because it's a very kind thing to help out someone who doesn't have arms. The content is very clear and the sentences flow very well. Overall, I really like the article because it's a very good deed to others. Not many people have an opportunity for something like this.

http://www.cnn.com/2015/08/21/health/maker-kids-camera-without-arms/index.html

Mano Po

     After school, when I get home, I always have to "mano po" with my Grandma whenever I go inside the house. No matter what you ALWAYS have to do it. The phrase "mano po" is a gesture where you take the person's hand and put it against your forehead. This is mostly done for elders and your parents. This gesture basically means that you respect them, and that you're home. "Mano po" isn't really just between my family, but it's between us Filipinos.
     My Grandma said she's been doing it ever since she was 5. She would do it to her elders, just like what my mom, dad, and I do. My sister hasn't really started doing it yet. We forget to teach her how important it is to do "mano po," and she's at the right age to learn. I know that most people in the Mainland don't really do it. Some of them just forget what it is because we're in the "states" and no one in the states has a clue what it is.
     I was taught to do "mano po" when my parents showed examples. My dad would always do it first, and then I followed. When I got used to it, I just started doing it daily and my Grandma would be smiling, because I learned to do something really important. We never stopped doing this gesture because it's like we're stuck with it. No matter what we do, we just can't let go of it. We've been used to it for so long, we can't forget about it.
     Since I didn't really know if I always did it as a child, I asked my Grandma. She said,"you would always do it after school when you get home. You do it to me, your mom, and all of your aunties." I was a little shocked, because I don't really remember anything like that, but I guess I was a smart little kid to do it. I lived in the Philippines when I was little, so I had a lot of cousins and aunties. Had to "mano po" every single one of them. I guess it just carried on here in Hawaii.
     To this day, we still do "mano po." We still do it every day, to my Grandma, and she never got tired of it. Not many families do this gesture, because they don't know what it is. From what I've heard, only Filipinos know this tradition, and it would be great if everyone knew and did "mano po." For now we'll continue doing this tradition, and we won't stop. Maybe in a few years, everyone else will catch on.

My First Post

         Hi my name is Angela and my blog is called "If This Is Wrong, I Don't Wanna Be Write." I chose this title because It popped up in my head and it just sounded right for me. It's also a phrase that I've heard several times in my life and I think that it's a great idea for my blog. The design for my blog is a line of Telephone Booths because I think that this class is calling out to me. Blogging can probably be an easy thing for me since I'm loud and I talk a lot, so instead of saying it all out loud, I can just write it all down here. I also chose the color blue for most of my words because blue is the color of the ocean and the sky, and blue just makes everything look so clean and organized. The color of my title is a light peach, because I want to start things off with something very smooth and enlightening to the eye. 

        The world I come from consists of many different people. There's people who just go with what's trending, some who just stay with their own interests, or maybe people who are right in the middle. I'm the middle person. I love to sing, mainly because it's a way that I can express my feelings. If I'm happy, I sing a very upbeat song. If I'm sad, maybe instead of singing I'll listen to sad songs. It's like a mood ring. It changes color whenever your mood changes. I like to draw sometimes, because drawing can also let me be creative. I like to make designs for different names, like if the person loves guitar, I'd draw a nice guitar in the name. Speaking of guitars, I also like to play guitar on some occasions in my spare time. Whenever I play guitar, I feel like I'm learning something new. I only played it whenever I felt like it, and that means that I feel inspired. I love the internet, because it's my escape from the world that I live in. I go on the internet because whenever I use the internet, I feel like I just entered another world, like a dream. Some dreams can be enjoyable, while some can be a little scary. This is how I feel when I watch movies on the internet.

      I don't like bugs, because bugs just make me feel really horrible inside, and whenever I see a bug that I don't like, I always try to stay away from it. I also don't like open water, because I don't know how to swim, and I have a fear of just sinking down to the bottom of the ocean and dying. I also don't like when people blame me on something I didn't do, because it just makes me feel really mad. What if you were blamed on breaking a computer? It wouldn't be fair to the person who didn't do it. Then the person won't get to do the consequences. So in conclusion, I'm more of the creative type of person, the one in Performing Arts, and can express themselves through art. What type of person are you?