Include your answers to the following questions in your reflection:
What is your Inquiry Question? Can we make a 2nd episode?
Did the focus of your inquiry shift or change since you wrote your Personal Learning Plan? Explain. We didn’t want it to change but it ended up changing because none of our actors ever showed up to any filming sessions
How was your time management? How many hours total do you think you worked on this project?
We probably spent about 20 hours working on the script and like 10 hours trying to get people to show up to film the episode
What resources (people, websites, apps, videos, etc.) have been most helpful?
We did not use any resources for this project
What challenges did you face with your Inquiry? What challenges have you overcome?
The challenges we faced were dealing with people and trying to get our actors to agree on a time to film. We were unable to overcome this challenge and as a result the episode was never filmed
Describe your growth of a Core Competency (Communication, Critical/Creative Thinking, Personal/Social awareness & responsibility) through this inquiry process.
I’d say my creative thinking core competency grew as we wrote the script because it required me to think outside the box and I had to get creative to try and make an entertaining episode.
How did you share what you have been learning, creating or planning in this Inquiry
Ethan presented our script but I was unable to attend school that day.
Will you continue working on this Inquiry, or parts of it, for your next year? (Advanced Inquiry or Capstone or your own personal passion project?)
I do not plan on continuing with off camera but I do plan on doing something in the film industry as a career. For my capstone I’m most likely going to make a short film so I will be taking some skills I’ve learned from off camera and bringing them there.
My strategies for learning and practicing specific vocal techniques include… timing breathing at home. Also doing slides. Also doing the thing where i go from high to low.
Examples of where I communicate effectively through my singing can be seen in… how i make words come out of my mouth that have meanings behind them. I have done this effectively in the language of jazz.
Some short/long-term goals for my singing include…., get better at it. Be able to adapt to key changes and my plan to achieve them is to… practice a lot.
My strategies for learning and practicing specific vocal techniques include… timing breathing at home. Also doing slides. Also doing the thing where i go from high to low
Examples of where I communicate effectively through my singing can be seen in… how i make words come out of my mouth that have meanings behind them. I have done this in three languages. English, Spanish, and Frozen
Some short/long-term goals for my singing include…., get better at it. Be able to adapt to key changes and my plan to achieve them is to… practice a lot
When i was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. This is a famous quote from the 29th president of the United States of America Thomas Roosavelt. It has nothing and everything to do with choir. But what, may I inquire, dost this mean? It means, inspiration to mineself, and to others perchance. But, in truth, it means fortissimo, not just in voice, but in soul. Choir has taught me many a thing, to take risks, to kill, and most importantly, the true meaning of friendship. Before choir I had nothing, I was but a lowly peasant boy on the streets, begging for a mere morsel of food. Now I have it all. A big house, a sexy wife, a sexy husband, divorce papers, a good lawyer, and a fly vest. But what is a choir to a man who has it all? A choir is where the man can go to contemplate on himself. It is the retreat from the storm. The oasis in the dessert. The Moby in the Dick. The Queen to the Peppa Pig memorial. This is what being a choir kid means to me. Perchance. This has been my but a minor prelude to my full Choir backscattering. The full feature epic of my choir journey begineth now.
‘Twas a dark and stormy morning time. I was taking the bus to choir, late, as per usual. Not even my fault, the busses never showed up on time. This city knows not a limit when it comes to inconvenient. The mayor could have fixed this, but they got him. I arrive at choir, my voice well rested and I take my place next to Dante “the slab” Rodrigo Wyoming. I look to him and says “Hey.” He looks up at me, he has to do this because he is so short. He responds “Hello.” I look down at my sheet music. Might as well be gibberish. I know not a symbol upon this page of deception. Time passes. I have now learned to kind of read sheet music. I believe the mystical turtle King Koopa put it best, with the wise and elegantly phrased “Eight Egg Scoopa Koopas coming up! Cook ’em good! No one likes runny eggs, dinobrain!”
The End. NOT. We still have 2 more core competencies to go. So buckle your bootstraps and strap on your helmets cause things are about to get messy.
It was the eve of Jazz night. All the jazzers gathered in one place. Some may call it a beautiful sight for both the eyes and the ears. Some may throw in the nose. Those who knows the nose knows not the strife that comes with this. But alas, we were all prepared for a night of pleasantries and amusement. However, we were struck with substantially ill-tidings mere moments before going up upon that stage. Our good choir mate and friend, Ethan Reedus Craig, was nowhere to be found. Where oh where could Reedus be? I scream from the depths of mine soul “Where art thou fair Craig? Where?” With humble embezzlement, not an instant after my cries ring through the ears of halls, we receive a call from Ethaniel. He dost messed up the times, believing foolishly our concert began at 19:00. It obviously began at 18:00. This preposterous setback. He however arrived at the allocated time moments before we started and all was well. This is how i learned to demonstrate resilience in the face of adversary.
Now for my final reflection. However before I regale my final tale of triumph and heroism, I would like for you to reflect. Take a moment and ponder what it means to be. For without sorrow, there is no joy, and without joy there is no being. And without being, there is no choir. This is a famous quote from Sonic T. Hedgehog, the blue slur.
My final tale begins in a not so distant future. The year is 2077, I am now 69 years old, retired and settled down in my awesome robot house with my sexalicious robot babe of a wife Martha and my beautiful baby robot boys dysentery and Balls 3D for the SNES console. I perch upon my chair in the front yard, admiring the desolate wasteland of a world we now live in and reflect. Reflect upon my days of youth, kicking the can, playing outside with friends, going to parks, and of course, singing in Centennial’s choir. I think back on all my friends, Dante, Jaine, Aiden, Ethan, Ethan, Gabi, Greg Heffley, and Steve Jobs, and a tear roles down my cheek. They are all deceased. I outlived them all. I am the last one standing among the choir amigos. I look at my robot wife and think “It’ll never be the same.” I look upon the glorious sunset one final time and close my eye. They don’t open. For like a fart in the wind I will have passed. My earthly possessions now mean nothing. In the empty void of death I now know so well I have but my memories and experiences to keep my company. And one of those memories will of course be of the choir 2024-2025 year. We had some unforgettable times, we had our ups, we had our downs. But in the end this year will forever hold a special place in my heart, as I hope it does in yours as well. Thank for listing and goodbye. This is of course a famous quote from Glover of Glover 64.
What is the most creative meal you have made or had? Would it taste good in sandwich form??
I’d say the most creative meal I’ve ever made myself is baked mac and cheese in a hot dog bun with bits of hot dog in it. I usually don’t make any meals that aren’t like frozen chicken nuggets or salad, so that’s what i qualify as a creative meal. It can be argued that this meal was also already a sandwich as some people like to argue that hot dogs are sandwiches and technically this was a hot dog-esque meal. But if I were to eat this meal as a typical sandwich, I am confident it would taste pretty nasty. It already didn’t taste too good in it’s original form so I imagine it would not taste good as a sandwich.
If offered by him, would you eat a part of Anpanman’s head? Why??
If Anpanman himself were to walk up to me and offer me a piece of his head, there’s no way I would be able to refuse. First off, I would be way to curious to turn him down. Is it a pre-existing type of bread or is Anpanman his own type of bread that tastes fully different than any type of bread I’ve ever tasted? Does his sentience have an affect on the taste or texture of the bread? Would eating a piece of someone I’m talking to feel weird? It would also just be plain rude to turn him down. He’s going out of his way to offer me a piece of his head and saying no would be a spit in the face to everything Anpanman stands for. It would the equivalent of going to your friends place for dinner and refusing to eat anything they make for you. So in conclusion, yes I would absolutely take a bit out of his head.
My favorite assignment i did in this class was writing a script. I liked this because I like doing that. While doing this i used the sigma core competency of Creativity by creativley making this all up. None of its true this never actually happened. I simply made it up in my brain and the wrote it in a word document. The writing is so good it’s hard to deferential it from a real conversation I know, but I truly just made this up. It is a lie. Just like how your parents lied to you about the divorce not being your fault. It was your fault and you should feel bad about it.
The reality of the courtroom was very different from what I expected. The rooms were much smaller and the people in them were much quieter and less mean and angry seaming. I found it most surprising that defense attorneys and prosecutors usually work together on cases. In movies they always make it seem like the prosecutor is a big evil presence who just wants to see innocent people in prison for some extra dough, but that’s not actually true. It changed my understanding of the court process to see how chill court actually is. Everyone’s just kinda hangin out and talking it’s not a super dramatic process.
I can gather and combine new evidence with what I already know to develop reasoned conclusions, judgments, or plans. I think I’m pretty good at this. I often make educated guesses because I have a tendency to zone out and have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing ,and sometimes I’m right! I also like to plan things out before I do them and not to toot my own horn but I’m a slightly above average plan maker.
The Yokai I chose is Toire no Hanako-san because I find the similarities between it and the North American legend of Bloody Mary rather intriguing. I also think it is kind of funny she kills people using toilets.
So basically, Toire no Hanako-san is an urban legend about the ghost of a young girl who haunts the third stall of the third floor toilets. If you knock three times and ask if someone is there, she’ll say “yes.” If you’re dumb enough to open the door after that she’ll grab you and pull you into the toilet, where you will die. She is typically described as being a school girl with a bob haircut and wearing a red skirt. The earliest stories of Toire no Hanako-san date back to the 1950s, however she really became big in the 80s. Almost every school had their own version of her. Some say she was chased around her school by a madman and murdered in the 3rd stall on the third floor. Others say she was just in there doing her business and her school got bombed.
I believe Japanese Yokai share many similarities with western creatures and legends. A lot of them were created as ways to scare kids into not doing dumb things, and a lot were started as scary ghost stories to spook out your friends. However I do believe that Yokai have a lot more roots in Japanese culture and religion. Many Yokai were started back in ye olden times to explain how things worked, whereas a lot of western monsters like the boogeyman or Freddy Kreuger were started just as ways to scare people. They also hold a lot less cultural significance than Yokai.
I’d like to believe in some sort of supernatural force like ghosts or Yokai because i think it would make life a lot more interesting and whimsical, but I also feel like there would be a lot more proof if they did exist. Like if ghosts do exist they must be pretty shy because we have very little evidence that they exist. I also feel like people would talk about seeing mythical creatures around a lot more if they were real. I have had a few experiences that seemed pretty paranormal though, so I like to keep an open mind about stuff like that. In conclusion, I’d say I do believe in ghosts and Yokai because it makes life a lot more interesting.
How old were you when you first started doing chores, do you do chores?
When I was 3 years old, me and my mom were walking to home depot. When we got into the parking lot, she turned to me and said “how would you like to make some money?” She told me I could make $5 a week if I cleaned the dishes but I, as a master negotiator, managed to convince her to give me 3 whole bucks a week. And from that day forward I would do the dishes everyday and my mother would pay me $3 once in a while. I felt bad asking her and she usually forgot so it wasn’t a very steady stream of income, but to me I was basically a millionaire. I could finally afford all my expensive hobbies like playing with sticks and shoving macaroni noodles up my nose. Once I turned 8 my mom made a new deal with me. She said “Do you want to clean the bathroom as well?” and I responded with “Will I be receiving a raise for my new position?” and she said “No.” I was sold. To this day I still do the dishes and clean the bathroom, and my payment has been increased from $3 a week to sometimes my mom will buy me lunch.
Pictured is how I felt after my masterful negotiation sessions
Do you think children should grow up with Japanese ideals of independance?
I think that teaching kids maturity and independence at a young age is very important and should be done everywhere it can be. However, it is a lot safer in Japan than it is in Canada. If the safety levels here were the same as in Japan, then I would say absolutely, as it makes kids feel more independent and free while also teaching them how to survive on their own, but it just simply isn’t safe enough here to let kids as young as 3 go out on their own. Drivers here are much more reckless and may not see small children crossing the road, and robbers would have a much easier time mugging toddlers than adults who can defend themselves. Japan also has systems in place to make sure that kids walking alone are safe, like having volunteers who monitor kids walking to and from school to make sure they get there safely, or having elementary school students wear bright yellow hats so that they are visible to cars. I do, however, think parents should let kids be more independent from an earlier age here. Kids in Canada don’t really develop independence until high school, and usually don’t start running errands alone until they’ve moved out of their parents house and are adults. Parents could loosen up on their kids and let them walk small distances alone, like to their neighbors house or if they live close to a grocery store they can go pick up some groceries alone.
When did you first use transit by yourself, go somewhere on your own, go to school by yourself?
Back in the 4th grade, I was still attending daycare, and I had made enemies with daycare teachers. In fact, I was very close to being kicked out of the daycare entirely. I (and my parents) decided that instead of getting kicked out, I would leave and walk home from school on my own. So as the summer before my 5th year in grade school drew to a close, I halted my attendance at daycare. My mother walked me to school to show me the route, and I was ready to make the trek home on my own. When that first day of school started, I walked home all by myself. And come December, I was asking my grandma to pick me up because I was really lazy and fat and didn’t want to walk home. Once I graduated elementary school and began my middle school years though, something changed. I was now farther away from my home, well out of walking distance, and my grandmother no longer wanted to drive me to school. So I was forced to learn how to ride the bus. At first it was exciting, the bus was always a super fun time, and it stayed that way forever.
My inquiry was all about making a TV show pilot that I could pitch to Netflix so that I could make millions and pay for university. I really enjoyed getting to edit this and also writing was really fun. Scheduling with people was a NIGHTMARE because SOME PEOPLE were never available. I learned you gotta be kinda mean if you want people to listen to you. You gotta scream and shout and let it all out. I learned that I am not very good at planning, but I already knew that.
I grew in my creativity core competency through writing the script, drawing pictures for missing footage, and coming up with interesting camera angles. I grew in my writing and drawing skills and have realized how much I enjoy it and wish to pursue it further.