My fall break

    For my fall break, I was fortunate enough to be able to visit my family in Florida. While I was at school my family went down a little earlier and went to Disney. From what I've heard they had a great time and got to go on all of the new rides like Tron. My little brother was big enough to go onto Space Everest which he couldn't wait to tell me. I almost miss how little I remember him being and all the memories we made back then, but now he's turning into his own little guy and it's the cutest thing ever. Every day he makes me so proud and I get to call him my brother.

    
My sister although small has her whole life set in stone already. She isn't like my brother at all she never wanted help from anyone, but recently we have been texting more and I think she misses all the annoying stuff I did when I was home. Although she never wanted people around and wanted to be independent I was always there to tease her and protect her most importantly. Sometimes I miss the random drama she brings to our family dynamic.

In all, I missed my whole family and I had a really great time seeing them even if it was only a couple of days. Thinking about my family reminds me of how lucky I am and what an amazing family I truly have ( even though we argue sometimes). I'm already looking forward to the next time I can see them.

"Peer" reviewing

 I really liked the documentary project because it allowed everyone to pick a movie that they were interested in. For me, this was "Carter land" It's about Mexico and American borders and their problems with the Cartel. I'm not really sure what drew my attention, but I'm glad I did because it barely felt like an assignment and I was just watching another great movie. What caught my eye was the people around me and how they might've watched the same movie, but had such different takeaways from it.

After class, I looked into to it and found it's fairly common for people of the same age to have such different views on something so small as a movie. Why? I tend to ask why a lot and about 30% of the time it just annoy my mom.  Of course, it's all about preference, gender, how you were brought up, and role models, but these reasons weren't enough for me. What I'm trying to say is if two people are brought up exactly the same will they be nearly identical when talking about preferences and likes? Or are people born with certain likes and dislikes, why does it seem like some people hate chocolate and others love it. I dug myself slightly into the whole of what makes us different when we are almost exactly the same anatomically.

Cartel Land

  

 In Cartel Land the director of the documentary uses ethos pathos and logos to ensure that the film sticks with you. Right from the start of the movie, they use ethos by showing a funeral where half the family was killed because they couldn't pay the cartel.

    Throughout the movie, it shows the different sides and ways of life and really makes you think about how nice of a life you truly have. it shows logos throughout the film when "El Doctor" talks about his family and how he's scared for not just his life but his family's as well.

My Oma

     It's hard to really think that she is gone. For the longest time I thought that she was invincible and could take on anything sadly my beliefs weren't enough. She was a big part of my life and when I was little she would take care of me while my parents were at work. We spent a lot of quality time together and got to grow very close. With the good comes the bad, and since I was very close to her it felt like a dagger slowly stabbing me the last few years. To come to her side every time I visited and her not remembering  who I was, even though I visited often. She was always very proud when I told her I was a Leise, "Oh my you're so tall for a Leise and a blonde, do you play any sports?" (Oma). Every time she asked I smiled and told her all about what sport I was in at the time. This went on for about a year until she passed and I was fortunate enough to carry the casket with my dad and his brothers, but part of me felt like I shouldn't have been carrying it because she was grandma, I felt as if I was taking away the bond that my dad and his brothers should have been having carrying the casket.

    My grandpa died from brain cancer when I was in seventh grade so this wasn't my first time dealing with death close to the family. Back then I was scared to see him in his last months and to this day I'm not really sure why. Maybe it's because I didn't understand what was happing to him or the fact that he played a huge role in my life and his role was coming to an end. I look back and regret not seeing him, so I made sure to make the time for my grandma and I think because of it I'm handling the death fairly well. Im extremely greatful for the people I do have on this earth and I hope that my family in heaven is looking down proud.