Week 8 – Peer Review

For this week, I’ve been given the goal to write a response going over a fellow classmate’s second essay, just like the one I personally made myself. The Essay 2 Rough Draft created by Luke is a rather full essay, going over each and every single piece of the original article given by our teacher.

However, even with this draft full of every bit of information provided, it’s still lacking. Nearly every paragraph is just an overview of what was already said in the article, which only needs to be in total two or three paragraphs.

Just because there’s more paragraphs doesn’t mean it’s better, sometimes simple essays work better to catch readers and draw attention, even if every nitty griddy detail isn’t added.

gigolo – bbno$

Week 7 – Essay 2

The Last Days of Social Media, a rather complex article written just a month ago by a man named James O’Sullivan, describes how the ways of Facebook and Instagram as we know it, are slowly coming to an end. He goes from the topics of rich people using these platforms to get more money, to AI being used over and over again, filling the endless scrolling with brainless slop.

But in all honesty? I couldn’t finish the article. I don’t even need to finish it, I already live day after day with such a mess on my own devices. In the mornings (At 10AM), after I gather myself and head to my 8-hour shift at my local Target. Since my work isn’t through the red bullseye itself, I simply wait until guests come to see me, right in the tech section.

While I sit and wait for people to come and ask for either phone help or game questions, I’m on my phone, scrolling away mindlessly on Instagram, having to swipe through endless ads that are either fake AI temu apps, or things I could never possibly enjoy, and when I get through all these fake ads, I get to multiple AI videos I can’t get rid of. Most are cats who sing, and all are those AI voices telling fake stories with parkour in the background. Finding a real video is a needle in a haystack, and going through my followers list is the only way to stay out of the slop, like a safe haven for my mind.

Though I dislike AI as much as the next, I must say this. As soon as Artificial Intelligence was developed, even if it was small, it was always expected to grow. Times are changing, whether for good or for bad, this is always what was going to happen. It’s only a matter of time before it evolves once again, or fades away into the end time, with merely a page of two in the history books.

No Music Tonight, Just YouTube Videos.

Week 4 – Memoir Draft

As I sit here, furiously pacing away the minutes, hoping—praying—that I can come up with a topic for my memoir. I realize, there’s not much I remember about my life. Sure, I can remember the small important details, like my phone password, and the direction to friends’ addresses, but never important details in my life, like first days of school, or family trips to exciting places such as Florida or Carolina. It’s got me wondering, what do I remember?

When I look back on my days, I start to realize that most things I remember are related to Video Games. Video Games?? Really? Some of you may be thinking, and I say yes. The endless hours of staring at pixels, hitting buttons like there’s no tomorrow to accomplish small tasks, that’s what I remember.

For instance, a great deal of my after school days in Elementary, when the unfinished project called my home, was my gaming hub. The house had discolored-beige insulation poking out from the ceiling, a brick pillar of an unused chimney right in the center of the downstairs living room/kitchen combo, and a dark, splinter-filled closet (that was really just a hole in the wall my father created). Despite the dangerous hazards, which I should’ve had more time remember, my mind was completely focused on my phone. An iPhone, whose number I cannot remember, was given to me by my father, as he had just upgraded his phone to something better. This phone was my heaven, and I was the God.

Almost everyday when I hopped off the bus and rushed home with my mother, rushing to get my work done at the rickety dining room table, before hopping on the plush couch and booting up the latest Minecraft version for the Pocket Edition. I’d hop onto public servers, dressed in different skins each time, all to speak to friends and interact with anyone and everyone. I’d celebrate birthdays in custom-made lands, have dance parties in the prebuilt city that anybody can enter, host History class teaching about Paul Revere in the one and only school map in the server, and even had a wedding with a friend named Xavier in-game, wearing one of my favorite FNAF skins of the Puppet character. This life was perfect, and I engrossed so much time and memory to this life.

These memories, although key in my childhood and growing up, are all I can really remember. Those days on the big blue playground, acting out owning an Ice Cream Shop, or evading the tagger in Tag, they all blur together, with barely a name or a face to go with the people around me. It’s grown to be a struggle over the years, when details I should remember disappear as soon as they enter my mind, yet those little details in certain games swarm my thoughts every moment they can.

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Now, as I sit here only a few days after writing this memoir, I cannot even begin to remember what I wrote. I’m having to go back and reread what I wrote and think to myself ‘Did I actually write this?‘ and worry that my grade for this assignment will slip so far down, that I would be forced out of the class for good. However, besides my frantic panic of worry and stress that drives my train of thought up and off the rails, I just need to say one thing. Despite the mess of fog in this thick skull of mine, I don’t regret a second I spent playing anything. Whether it be the wacky mobile games that were played once and never again, or the in-depth masterpieces by big developers, I’ve never regretted sitting down and picking them up. The only mistake I do have with this, is not sharing the joy to others.

Hot Topic – bbno$

Week 3 – Memoir Example

This week’s assignment includes the reading of another (former) student’s memoir, going over the narrative, deep diving into key details that give readers more thought behind the author’s eyes, and explain how this’ll help in my future memoir.

The title of this memoir I’ll be going over is called Bonding Over Video Games, and it entails the reminiscing of a loved one whose recently passed. In this specific writing, the author speaks of her older brother, whom had passed with a terminal stomach cancer. She speaks of how the two bonded, with her watching him play games and the two debating over each other’s own opinions. It was the only way they’d speak, the two would never interact outside of video games, and even as they grew up and separated, they only spoke of video games during the holidays. When the brother was diagnosed and given little time to live, the sister believed he still had time, and unfortunately waited last minute to tell him how much she cared for him, and how much she loved him. At the end of the memoir, the author urges the reader to tell those around you to tell them your true feelings, as if you wait, you never know when their time is up.

Whilst reading the memoir, there are many key details during the work, speaking of emotions and surroundings, even smells and reminders. The writing starts off with one specifically, speaking of what she remembers during her time in her brother’s hospital room. “Sitting in a dingy hospital room in a hard, vinyl-covered chair, smelling disinfectant and horrible hospital food that he couldn’t even eat, I started to reminisce about my childhood and the important memories that we share.” (Cambria) This beginning sentence gives the reader the thought of a hospital room, and leaves a dark image in one’s mind. This specific hospital, despite (most likely) being sterile and bright with LEDs, feels dark and gloomy with how the author writes, and shows just how emotions can change an environment.

The next room the author provides is her childhood living room, and although her words are small with the details of a “plush carpet” and “giant wood, hopelessly heavy console TV”, it still gives the comfort of nostalgia. Both these examples are what she remembers most, sitting on the carpet, being plush (no matter how many times she’s probably sat there), and the massive TV (that most kids who had a console TV would remember being massive). These small details are what reminds people of the past, and what works so well, even if it’s just two details.

The last detail the author describes which is heavily influential is the scent of “Buttered Popcorn JellyBelly beans”. This detail, even if someone has never had that specific JellyBelly, is something anyone can think of. The specific scent of Buttered Popcorn is so easy to think of, as everyone has had it before, that the scent is easy to remember, it works. When personally reading it, the smell of a movie theater is what wafted into my nostrils, and the key scent of popcorn is where I went instantly. Just because I’ve never had JellyBelly before, doesn’t mean I can’t bring in the thought of Popcorn.

Now, with the thought of all these certain experiences, and the description of the memoir in mind, how does this all go into my own memoir. In my personal opinion, I have no idea. I understand it’s to get my gears going, but my brain has never had gears to begin with. My mind is a winding river, and I just need to choose when and where to board the rapid waves, and where and when to hop off, only going back every so often to certain locations to explore them a bit more. Of course it’ll help with my own writing, but for now, I’m still choosing where to enter the trail of water.

Line without a Hook – Ricky Montgomery

Week 2 – AI is to Writing as Calculators are to Mathematics

Before starting to write this essay, I already feel a bias of denial. I have a strong belief that AI should not be used for writing or creating art, but rather helping in medical uses or giving scientists a boost in their advances.

But before we can even speak of those biases and opinions in this post, we must first take into account what a Calculator is. Based on Oxford Languages definition, a Calculator is “Something used for making mathematical calculations, in particular a small electronic device with a keyboard and a visual display.”

Now, unlike AI, the Calculator does the work we already know to do, just in a more simplified way. It doesn’t need to be used for simple equations like 2+2, but for more complexed equations like 52.8613529 (which roughly equivilates to 100 depending on how your calculator deals with decimals). Calculators are used to do equations we already learn, and just cannot do out completely on paper. Unless you’ve been taught how to solve it, and which way the numbers go, you’ll never get to the correct answer.

With AI, those answers given aren’t taught to us properly. With AI, you don’t need to learn to research, or even learn to properly write a 3-point essay, you’re just given the answer without the work – without the equation. That equation-less answer is what drives me mad with AI, and why I’ll never see it positively for any form of arts, writing included.

Aishite (English Cover) – Will Stenson & ReeK

Week 2 – ChatGPT

For this week, I’ve been given the task to evaluate and write on the work of ChatGPT, by giving it a prompt and asking for a 250-word essay on whichever question I desire. I told it, in these exact words, ‘Write me a 250-word essay on the best class.‘ This is what the AI produced:

The Best Class: English Literature

Among the many subjects offered in school, English Literature stands out as the best class. It offers a unique combination of creativity, critical thinking, and emotional depth that few other subjects can match. Through reading novels, poems, and plays, students are exposed to diverse cultures, perspectives, and historical periods, helping them develop empathy and a broader worldview.

English Literature encourages students to think deeply about the human experience. Whether analyzing the tragic flaws of Shakespearean heroes or interpreting the symbolism in modern poetry, students learn to look beyond the surface and consider the deeper meaning behind words. This sharpens their analytical skills and improves their ability to articulate complex ideas—skills that are valuable in almost every career.

Additionally, the class fosters creativity through writing. Students often engage in personal reflection, storytelling, or persuasive writing, which strengthens their voice and helps them communicate more effectively. In a world where communication is key, mastering this skill is a clear advantage.

Perhaps most importantly, English Literature connects with students on a personal level. Stories can inspire, comfort, and challenge us. They make us feel less alone in our struggles and more connected to others across time and place. This emotional resonance makes the subject not just educational, but meaningful.

For its blend of intellectual challenge, emotional depth, and real-world relevance, English Literature deserves to be considered the best class in any academic curriculum. It doesn’t just teach students about books—it teaches them about life.(ChatGPT Prompt)

After reading the AI’s essay, how would you describe it? Boring? Too factual? Because that’s what I felt when reading it over. I felt my eyes glaze over with boredom, and my mind wander off to other things on the page, hoping for a more entertaining reason, or even some sort of emotion. But all I felt was soulless facts, a first draft.

Now, if I were to submit this raw prompt for my own in class, I believe I’d be flagged for plagiarism and AI-usage, and thus expelled from the school. There is no way, even if I were to rewrite it all myself, to make it my own. I never put in the time and effort as typical research essays would do, and it’s not even my own opinion. I prefer Biology more than English anyway, so I’d also be lying if I were to rewrite the whole essay in my own words.

Pretty Little Psycho – Porcelain Black

Week 1 – Proposal

Now that you’ve (hopefully) read some information about me, I care to speak to you about why I’ve been given this blog to write in.

The theming of this blog is to speak of the importance of Technology, the ins and outs of the web, and the pros and cons of screentime for all ages. I hope to bring explanation to those who are learning how to use their first ever smartphones, and encourage those who are weary of technology to give it a try.

The true reasoning for choosing this theme for my blog is simple. I am currently a Target Tech associate at my home Target, and many times a day I see people come in, struggle to work their phone, and believe there’s something wrong with the phone itself, when really it’s just a setting in the system. I truly feel bad for these people, and how much money they’ve spent on something that doesn’t even work the way they want. I hope, with enough research and practice, I’ll be able to cure these issues with my words.

Bubble Pop Electric – Gwen Stefani

Week 1 – Autobiography

Writing about oneself is quite difficult in my opinion, so when given the assignment to share details on my life, I tend to struggle and put it on the back burner. This is one of those instances. If you were to tell me to write about one of my family members, or a good friend of mine. Examples and grimey details spill out like gas to a flame, I’ll be nonstop yapping. But details on me? That’s hard to come by.

Sure, I have information on me, like how I’m a recent high school graduate, or that I’m working my first full-time job, but that’s nothing. That’s an empty sack of nothing. If I were to give you an empty sack, you’d be confused. I would be too, because I have no idea where I got that empty sack.

To learn about me, you just gotta take a good look. The tiny charms on my pink bag show off different games, and the primary color of all my utensils is also pink. My phone background is my cat, and my (less then 100) photos are mainly my cat, dog, and geckos. If you see me in the mornings, you’ll see I’m holding an Iced Coffee from Dunkin, and in the evening I’m holding a Dr. Pepper.

Once you see all that, you’ve got the basics of me. A gamer who likes their animals a bit too much, and whose blood is made up of Dunkin and Dr Pepper. Of course, more information were to come, but that’ll come with time, and overtime things will change. We’ll just have to wait and see.

(I’ve also decided that, as a fun little experiment, I’ll be adding which song I’m listening to at the end of these little posts, just to give it a little flair.)

Abracadabra – Lady Gaga