Hero project Reflection

I think a hero becomes a hero by following the Scout Oath, Law, Motto, and Slogan. To do this, you do not need to be a scout. This is what the Scout Oath Law Motto and Slogan is.

Boy Scout Oath or Promise

On my honor, I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times;
To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight.


Boy Scout Law

A Scout is:

Trustworthy,
Loyal,
Helpful,
Friendly,
Courteous,
Kind,
Obedient,
Cheerful,
Thrifty,
Brave,
Clean,
and Reverent.


Boy Scout Motto

Be Prepared!


Boy Scout Slogan

Do a good turn Daily!

The Hero in my eyes project was about picking a hero and really noticing that there are other heros than just superheroes or the ones defined by the media. It took me a while about getting the concept that the hero needs a moment and the hero can't just be your hero just because, they need a moment. I learned that a hero is an opinion and everyone has a different opinion on a hero. I encountered the challenge of turning the papers in on time. What I would do differently next time is try harder to get the concept sooner. This will help me in any assignment I am given. I think I really took ownership for this project because I spent a lot of time making sure this project was good quality. Here is a link to the project. You can also reach it through my table of contents.
Hero Character Sketch


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Hero Character Sketch

THE MAN WHO RAISED ME FROM THE WATER

THE STORY OF GREG DEERING

WHIIIIIIR! I walk into a room filled with the cutting of saws and the buzzing of machines ringing in my ears. I continue my quest to interview a man by the name of Greg Deering. I find a shadowy figure at the other end of a long, dark hallway. I walk closer and the man fades into view. He founded and owns a world famous banjo company known as Deering Banjos. He is somewhat loquacious and he always has alacrity to ameliorate any bad situations. He is a man who truckles to few and is very wise. He is tall and lanky. His hair is short and is slicked back close to his head. I get a glass of water from his scuttlebutt. I ask him a few questions while sipping away at my cup of water. This is what he said.

“Being awarded Scoutmaster of the Year made me feel good. I wondered if I really deserved it or not. Scouting itself is a success. Everything about it from the Scout Oath and Law, to the fun and leadership that comes from it. Because I own a banjo company, I don’t really get a lot of free time. However, there is an old saying that keeps me going. You are only as useful as you are of service to others. While I don’t get much free time, the job I do and the troop I help run is fun and I would consider it a good alternative to free time. Mr. Deering sits back and starts plucking a few notes on his favorite banjo.

In my mind I can see him at the campsite plucking notes on his banjo and talking about the swimming merit badge. I feel like the reason he deserved Scoutmaster of the Year wasn’t because he was more experienced or owned a famous banjo company. It was because of the fact that he follows the scout oath, law and slogan. When I was younger, I was terrified of the water and didn’t know how to swim. My brother and I sat there by the pool, just soaking our feet while all our friends were playing. They seemed like they were having a great time with everyone laughing and splashing each other. We sat there all alone with no one but each other. Tears started to form in my eyes. A cold breeze made me shiver as I started to cry. Then a tall figure that blocked out the sunlight and wind came up behind me. “What’s wrong boys? Why aren’t you swimming with the others. They look like they’re having fun,” he said.

“We can’t swim.” I sobbed.

“Everyone can do everything. It just depends on how hard you try. I promise you that next year, when you get into my troop, you’ll be the best 10 year old swimmers in the troop,”

One year came and one year went. My brother and I went into the troop and don’t you know that Mr. Deering was there with a huge grin on his face. For the next couple of months, Mr. Deering spent hours at his pool teaching us to swim. He was determined to make us swimmers because he made a promise. A scout is trustworthy and he keeps his promises.  Four months later, we had the swimming merit badge, first aid merit badge, and were working on the canoeing merit badge. He helped us with that too. 

Greg Deering stands up and sets down the banjo. He ruffles my hair and flashes a grin of white teeth then jokes, “Remember when you got your swimming merit badge? That was awesome. Now get out! I have work to do!”


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Literary Devices Story

Literary Devices Story

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. She felt the Winter wind wave her hair. Her heart was a drumming band that played faster as her mind increased. She shuffled her feet as slowly as a feather falling to the ground. I can't believe I'm going through with this. she thought. She stopped and turned around back to her friends. She was lost in thought. Her friends gave her and encouraging nod to keep going. She kept walking toward him. She approached him. His eyes were dark, deep, crystal blue eyes. Ironically, despite their darkness, they became a raging inferno that lit up the night sky. His hair was shoulder length, black and center split. His bangs fell to the side of his head slightly covering up a scar that reached from his eyebrow to his hairline. He was propped up against a pillar that supported his weight easily. His legs stood side by side like husband and wife. "E-Excuse me?" Angela asked, "I was wondering if I could borrow the notes from humanities class that you took."
"Sure." He muttered while searching through his backpack. He pulls out a notebook and opens it to read it. Angela then sneaks a tracking device into his backpack. She thought All done. Now i just have to- "Are these what you were looking for?" He asked
"Yup thanks." She pretended to sound interested while looking through the notes. Now I just have to get back and pretend I'm studying. The reality is I'll be watching his every move. You can't escape now! She said to herself.
"Just bring them back in an hour." He said as she walked away. She sat next to her friends and opened to the first page of her book and started up the tracker.
"That's strange, I don't remember him being this nearby." She looked around for him and found him 100 yards away. She examined a note on the first page that said: 'You can keep the notes, it's an empty notebook. By the way you can keep the tracker too while your at it. I don't need it. - Exx :)'
She looked in her backpack only to find a familiar tracker that she remembered putting in his backpack.
Dang it! How did he put it back in my backpack without me noticing? On top of that, how did he know it was there in the first place? Okay stay calm everything is going to be all right. I just need to follow him so I can find out where he lives. I'll get you Exx!

The Number Zero

One thing that struck me is that so many places thought of zero around the same time. I don't think anyone discovers anything single-handedly.As a baby we figure out how to crawl from watching others and practicing. When we decide to try to discover things, part of the idea comes from someone else. So I conclude that no one discovered zero. I think the concept of zero was thought of first. The whole world discovered zero through curiosity and watching others.