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Persuasive Writing 2020

 Being an individual is more important than being popular

 It is 2020 and the importance of individuality still isn’t being acknowledged. With this not being acknowledged, our happiness, our qualities, and our purpose are also lacking acknowledgement. Therefore, being an independent individual is more important than being popular. Some reasons for this are that it will prepare you for an independent future; you learn to live up to your own expectation rather than others, and other people's opinions won’t bother you.

Being an independent individual is all a part of growing up from a child to an adult. For example, as a child, we rely on our caregivers to support us financially with housing and food. An adult has to learn to be independent and support themselves. If we are independent enough to buy our groceries, pay our bills or even drive ourselves places, popularity shouldn’t be a problem for us as we can rely on ourselves for our responsibilities. 

 

 Not only does being independent help you transition from child to adult, but you also learn to live up to your expectation rather than others. For example, if you live up to other people's expectations, you aren’t focusing on what makes you happy because you are too busy trying to reach the standards of others, whereas if you live up to your expectation, you aren’t being held back by worrying about other people's opinion; you can focus on your goals without feeling like you aren’t enough for anyone. This would make everything easier for us by avoiding thousands of extraneous battles to express who you are without others' inputs.

 

Besides learning to live up to your expectation rather than others, being an independent individual will also cause a major increase in confidence. For example, when you are under pressure to fit into a popular crowd, you set yourself aside and feel the need to fit in with the “Cool kids”, however, if you build a strong mindset where you worry about what matters to you more than others, you won’t have this problem and will have no reason to worry about how others see you. If we feel comfortable in our own skin, then why should we worry about what others think of us when we know all it will do is make us feel belittled?

Being an independent individual is more important than being popular. It is part of transitioning into an adult; you learn to live up to your expectations and increase our confidence. Popularity being more important than being an individual is very stereotypical and needs to be put to an end.

Pathos/Ethos/Logos

 Pathos: an appeal to emotion. An advertisement using pathos will attempt to evoke an emotional response in the consumer. ... Pathos can also include emotions such as fear and guilt: images of a starving child persuade you to send money. Logos: an appeal to logic or reason.

Ethos: is the persuasive technique that appeals to an audience by highlighting credibility. Ethos advertisement techniques invoke the superior “character” of a speaker, presenter, writer, or brand. Ethos examples aim to convince the audience that the advertiser is reliable and ethical.

Logos is the persuasive technique that aims to convince an audience by using logic and reason. Also called “the logical appeal,” logos examples in advertisement include the citation of statistics, facts, charts, and graphs.

Film Aspects

My Creative Writing

Creative writing 

Girlfriend gone mad

It was a loud and exciting day at my “ordinary” high school. The bell rings everyone running around frantically thudding searching for their friends. As I sit and observe the obnoxious crowd surrounding me I start wondering why everybody is so ridiculously crazy about the upcoming party which the popular girl is throwing this weekend. “Ahhh '' I screech as my best friend Reyah approached me in delight. ‘Where have you been’ I quietly exclaim as I continue to smell and eat the nauseating food from the school cafeteria insight of the “cool  kids” across from me making a pig of themselves when she replies with ‘I was just talking to Cheryl and Marly about Charlies party this saturday’ as I roll my eyes at the unpleasant thought that even my best friend was considering going I had to at least act like I was interested as I didn't want to sound pitiful. While Reyah and I amble around I feel a big warm breeze of people rushing past us as the bell rings to go to fifth period. We then go to our separate classes to finally get the day over and done with.

The next day the weather was very cloudy with the rain roaring angrily. It was also the day of the party which the whole school was invited to which gave me no choice as all of my friends wanted me to go. So I arise from my bed when Reyah knocks on my door so that we can get ready. It finally hits 7:30pm and we begin to get ready. I change into my black and white knee length flowy dress and start to curl my hair while Reyah gets changed into her black flowy silk knee length dress and finished off getting ready. 

We later then arrived at the party and the tall three story house was full of teenagers with an alcoholic beverage in one hand and most with some type of smoke in the other. We carry on with our night when suddenly I hear a ‘Crash’ sound silenced out by the late 2000s music playing in the distance. Me being the courteous person I wander towards where I heard the sound and slowly begin to get closer as I start to hear arguing and from what I could hear it sounded like it was Charlie (popular girl) and her boyfriend. I get closer and closer while as I walk down her long dark hall followed by a set of stairs into a dark room to where I could nearly clearly understand what they were arguing about which seemed to be some kind of disagreement, I slowly peek behind the curtain when suddenly I find myself in dead shock at the sight that my eyes had just absorbed. I couldn't believe it. As I continue to watch in disbelief I see Charlie slowly drop her gun as it hits the ground it makes a clack sound as she then begins rolling her boyfriend in a mat on the floor of which as I observed seemed to be a wine cellar.

I continued to stay quiet because I had no clue what to do or who to tell. I slowly follow behind her praying that she doesn't see me because who knows what would happen to me if she knew what I had seen. She begins to drag the mat over to a slightly deformed wall when she lifts a shelf and for me to see a hidden door which soon opens up to another staircase which I believe as I slowly walk up leads to the outside of the house which is surrounded by trees and broken branches. While I creep behind her I start to hesitate and argue with myself because not knowing whether or not I should have been following her or if I should just call the police. 

I slowly  start to walk back to the party before I stumbled and fall straight on my face Crunch after tripping up on a pile of stones and sticks as I hit the ground I start to panic and begin to run as fast as I can as she yells “HEY YOU COME BACK HERE” she starts to fire her gun at me I quickly stand up put my hood on as I begin to taste blood on the back of my tongue as I continue to run trying my hardest to dodge the bullets which were coming at me like little rockets flying through the sky. After I get back to the party sooner then later I get in the car and leave as fast as possible.

I arrive home terrified and sit silently not knowing what just went on but still thinking about what had just happened and for some odd reason I couldn't stop asking myself if he was the only one. I started thinking about what to do over and over again but only one thought came to mind and that thought wouldn’t leave so I trusted my gut and waited for the next night to come.

Later the next night I quietly snuck out got in my car and drove to the forest which is on the opposite side of Charlie’s house. I get out of my car with my phone and my flashlight and gradually make my way to where we were last night. I soon found myself being very uncertain about what I was doing and getting myself into but carried on walking.

I soon started to recognise my whereabouts and had to be very cautious about where I was walking in case I came across anything unusual. When suddenly I did. I walk closer and closer to what I believe was a hole and put my torch close to it when I start to hear sticks breaking in under me so as quickly as I could I jumped up and unhesitantly I begin to unravel the sticks and stones beneath me to find the rug I had seen the night of the party. I jump to my feet, grab my cell phone and call the police.

This year in art I will be focusing on Maori culture trough history as my kaupapa.

I have chosen this theme because it is something I enjoy learning about and wouldn't get bored of and I also think it is important as it is my culture.

The media I will work with will be painting.

The two people i have selected are, Robyn  and Lisa Reihana.

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English

Self-Directed Learning for Creative Writing

Please put this on your blog, as well as your completed work by the end of the lesson.

Step 1- I am/am not ready to learn because…

(I do/do not understand the what, why, how, and where of my learning?)

I am ready to learn because i understand the instructions given.

Step 2- My learning goals are …

(See the next slide) 

To complete and write the creative writing language features. 

Step 3- To engage in the connectivist learning process, I will need …

(My teacher, colleagues, videoclips, slide decks, websites, dictionary etc.)

Chromebook, Teacher, websites

Step 4- My learning went ….

               Next time I will …

(Utilise my teacher, colleagues, videoclips, slidedecks, websites, dictionary etc.)