(2nd turn in) Tierney Counterargument

AP classes go more in depth and move at a faster rate and it also shows how serious and committed to your education. Tierney does acknowledge the fact that AP classes move at a faster rate, but he talks about it as if it is a bad thing.

These Are the 5 Worst Problems with College Board’s AP Program

This website talks about the bad things of AP classes, but also talks about the solutions to fix some of those bad things. It says to take the hardest classes at your school but not overload on them, match your AP courses to your goals, study for the AP exam, and focus on the positive. The downfall of many students is that students will load up on AP classes and end up creating too much work and stress for them to pass the classes and exams. Take AP classes that help you explore your interests and push you towards your goals. It’s also better to pass two exams than fail 5 exams. You don’t need to take every AP class that your school offers.


(2nd turn in) ICW: John Tierney

John Tierney identifies that AP courses are a problem because the courses “don’t hold a candle to to any college course”, you really don’t get college credits from them, students who do not do well in the course drag down everyone else in it, and the courses have too much information that doesn’t get reviewed for long. It is a problem topic because the amount of people enrolling in AP classes in growing rapidly and the mental health of students are at stake. The problem impacts high school students and mostly college students running on the idea that AP courses are setting them up. The audience of the article appears to be high school students. The article still has relevance because AP courses are still hyped classes and praised as the classes for gifted students. Tierney offers a solution of only taking a few AP courses and excelling at them. I agree with Tierney because I took AP US History and don’t remember anything that was discussed. I was to read 10 pages of my history book a night and I never remembered anything.

(1st turn in) ICW: Midterm Video Discussion Questions

The wall is not to stop migration, it is to stop people from illegally coming to the US. It makes them get citizenship

It’s sad that people will walk for months and be blistered and injures just to come to the US, although if they apply for citizenship, it would not be that bad.

The reinforced wall pushes people into the parts of terrain where it is hard to live so that they can’t cross the border, which is sad, but they should apply for citizenship.

Why is it okay for our government to make it so difficult to come to the US that people have to illegally and dangerously come to the US?

I hate that this is also going to taint the image of law enforcement for people. Not all LEO personnel do these things to water drops and target immigrants.

From someone who proudly supports law enforcement, it angers me that people talk about law enforcement like they do.
Yes, the US government isn’t perfect, but whose is? There is no damn country in this world that is perfect and doesn’t make any mistakes.

(1st turn in) About Me

I’m a special person. I know what that connotes, but I’m just different than everyone else. I enjoy law enforcement and reading. I also love my dog, Axle. I am also one of the few people that I know in High School that can drive a stick shift. There is a lot to know about me, but I can only say so much in two pages.

Regarding law enforcement, I absolutely love it. I actually want to be either a police officer or a crime scene investigator, although I haven’t yet decided. Both career paths interest me. I want to help people, and by arresting someone or processing a crime scene, I can help many people. The problem is that I can’t decide on what I want to do. I love the police side of law enforcement because I can get to patrol and be more involved in the community. I can arrest a drunk driver and protect my community from horrible people. I can also be a K9 officer and do community events. But, unfortunately, I also love the science side of law enforcement too. Processing evidence and dealing with crime scenes intrigues me. I will mostly be out of harm’s way from people targeting law enforcement, but I don’t get to patrol or participate in the community as much. I also want to do right by victims and put the people who have hurt them away and make them pay for what they have done. It’s hard for me to decide, even though I don’t need to decide right now.

I am apart of many community programs that allows me to be involved in my community. The two programs that mean the most to me is the Marana Police Explorers and the Crime Scene Investigation Club at Mountain View. The Marana Police Explorers is a program through Marana Police Department that allows young adults to explore law enforcement and experience what it is like to be in law enforcement. Through the program, we go on ride alongs and get put into scenarios that the officers that help us have been through. We get as close to real life without actually being put into harm’s way. We are also a well recognized competition team. At all competitions that we go to, we always come back with awards and make our Police Chief proud. Even explorer posts in Los Angeles, CA, know who we are. We work hard at what we do and I have never been more thankful to be apart of such an amazing program. The Crime Scene Investigation Club at MVHS is also another program that allows me to explore law enforcement, but I mostly explore the science side. We are also a competing team and we practice weekly by processing mock crime scenes. I absolutely love these programs that I am apart of.

Like I previously stated, I also love my dog Axle. He is a six year old, eighty nine pound German Shepherd who holds my heart. He is my baby and is always excited when I come home. He is also my service dog, and has helped me through many hardships that I wish no one ever has to go through. I rescued him when he was two and a half years old from an abusive owner, which is why we are so close. Him and I came together at the right time to support one another through our struggles. When I got him, he was fifty five pounds and wouldn’t eat without me coaxing him. He was struggling with medical issues that had not yet been diagnosed and didn’t trust many people. He struggled for two and a half years before he was diagnosed with severe allergies and was given a medication that helped him. His medication also helped him gain weight and before I knew it, he was almost thirty five pounds heavier. But no matter what, him and I were side by side and attached at the hip. There is nothing in this world that can replace my Axle.

As I said before, I’m a special person. There aren’t many people like me. Law enforcement is what I want to do for a career, although I haven’t yet decided on if I want to be a police officer or crime scene investigator. I love both sides of law enforcement but just can’t decide. I just want to help the community.

I am excited for what AP Language will be like now and can’t wait to see what comes.

(1st turn in) ICW: Dear John

Dear Vine,

I know this may seem sudden, but it’s time to talk. I think it’s time we move on. It’s just not working out anymore. I loved you, but I have fallen in love with YouTube because it fills the loneliness I feel. It’s not you, it’s me. Just kidding, it’s you. You’re dying anyways. No one loves you anymore.

We’ve been together for a few years. We’ve had many great memories and lived through some crazy memes. I will never hear “Grind on Me” by Petty Ricky without imagining some shirtless, underrage boy dry humping the ground. It’s hard to say it but, the relationship just isn’t the same anymore. The fire isn’t there now after the announcement of your shut down date. Everyone is leaving, so there isn’t anything to bring me back to you. All the funny and popular people making good videos are shifting to YouTube. You used to be so much fun but, now, looking at you reminds me that you will be leaving soon. The relationship isn’t worth it anymore.

You brought me some great laughs. People accidentally setting themselves on fire or scaring people half to death with always brightens my day. I would spend hours just watching your videos, and I will miss that. Sometimes I would fall in love with a new band just from watching people lip sync to their favorite song of that day. Yeah, you were annoying sometimes, but it was always worth it in the end to just have something there to take my mind off the world. But lately, you videos just aren’t funny and mostly consist of people saying “RIP Vine, we will always love you.” It’s become hard to come back and always be reminded of your fate.

I will always love those short, six second videos. If I get sad and lonely, I will get on YouTube and find a funny compilation to watch. There will never be someone like you for me. You helped me through the rough times and brought many laughs, but it’s time to say goodbye.    

“Thanks for the memories even if they weren’t so great.” @FallOutBoy


(1st turn in) ICW: The Park

I never thought I’d be here today. I thought they would never find out, but here I am, sitting alone on the swings. I have been afraid of what they would do if they found out, and I hoped I would have the courage to stand up for myself, but here I am running away from my problems. It took me off guard when I came home with Samantha, my best friend and secret girlfriend, and was bombarded with questions and screams. My mom was even crying too. It took me a little while to realize what was happening and once I did, my world came crashing down.

It’s not like I haven’t had a good life. My parents have always been here for me and supported me through everything so I guess I just hoped they would accept this. I can’t help the fact that I’m gay. No one can. I also can’t help that they are conservative and are strong to their beliefs. They have never voiced bad opinions about gay marriage or relationships, but they also never supported it either. What will I do if they don’t support me and leave me to fend for myself? I don’t make much working at the animal shelter. Yeah, It makes me happy helping all those animals, but I barely make it by with my parents help. I need them, emotionally and physically.

The park seemed to be the best option for me after coming home to upset parents. I immediately took Sam home, telling her I would resolve this and let her know what’s going to happen. She was pretty upset with me but I didn’t care about anything but being alone and forgetting for a while. I don’t want to leave her. She is my world and my first true relationship. I can’t let my parents ruin that, even if they don’t support me. I know she wanted to help me, but I just wanted to be alone and think.

When I got to the park, it was thankfully empty and I am able to sit alone and cry. I don’t want sympathy from anyone, I just want to figure out my emotions and gain some courage to go back home and stand my ground. The swings looks the most inviting, and the movement always calms me. Ever since I was little, swings always calmed me down. I have no idea why, but it does.

Right when the tears started rolling down my cheeks, a hand grabbed my shoulder and startled me.

“Wanda, are you okay?” Said the female.

I remember this girl. Her name is Drew. I met her when I went to a frat party and a bunch of minors showed up. She was a freshman in High School at the time and was just trying to fit in. Drew had been drinking pretty heavily, trying to keep up with her heavy weight boyfriend. Before she knew it, Drew was on the ground, dry heaving and crying from how the alcohol was affecting her. I got her to trust me and ended up taking her to her parent’s home and helped her inside. Ever since then, I told her to call me whenever she needed someone to take her home from a party and I would help her. I get a call every once and awhile from Drew when she wants to talk. She hasn’t called for a ride home yet. I just hope she hasn’t gone back to any crazy parties.

“No, honestly. I don’t know what to do, Drew.” I saw with as much sincerity as I can muster.

“Me either. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“My parents found out I’m gay. I came home to them screaming and upset and I just ran here. They are super conservative and have never voiced support for gays. I need them, though. They help pay for bills and get food in my belly.” I get out between my sobs.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to help you. Have you thought about what you are going to do?”

“I thought about just going home and standing my ground no matter what happens. I can’t help this, so I can’t let them walk all over me.”

“That might be what’s best for you, Wanda”

“Enough about me, what’s up with you?”

“I want to be an astrophysicist and I was just rejected from a space camp and found out I have an ear deformity. I can’t even go into space because of my ear so how am I going to be an astrophysicist?”

“Wow, that’s not what I expected. Have you talked to someone who works for NASA? There may be something that you can do without going up into space.”

“I haven’t yet, but I hope I can sometime. I still have a year left of High School so I have time.”

We sit in silence for awhile, and it’s actually pretty nice. I know she will support me through anything, and that makes me so much more confident. I have people behind me, and if my parents aren’t, well then that’s okay. I can do this. Nothing can stop what I feel and I can live without them. Sam offered her home to me as well. We have been together for awhile so I think it will be okay if we move in together. With these thoughts, I have finally mustered up enough confidence and decided to get up and go home.

“I’m gonna go home and deal with this. I wish you the best with your plans and call me if you need to talk. See you later, Drew.” I say, trying to sound as confident as possible.

“Alright, good luck. Call me and tell me what happens.” She says with happiness.

I walk to my car, put the key in, and point the tires toward home. No matter what they say, I have a home to go to either way and I have a job to support me. I can do anything. No one will stop me. I need this for me and not anyone else.

(1st turn in) ICW: The Toyota Keys

I received these keys when I turned sixteen. I was so excited to finally get a car that I shook with excitement. My family and I had spent three hours at the DMV earlier to get my license, so I felt I deserved this car. It was actually a surprise to me. I knew I was getting a car but I hadn’t laid my eyes on the beauty yet. The suspension was killing me.

Finally, my birthday party was here and all my friends were finally showing up to celebrate. Some brought presents and some brought cards, but all I wanted was the little box from my parents holding the keys to my new car. I hoped it was a cool car. One that would hold my friends comfortable and could go off road. I wanted to go mudding and play around in the woods. An SUV style car is what I truly wanted. I didn’t mind what color is was, as long as it wasn’t some neon and obnoxious color. That’s all I hoped.

Once my friends and family finished singing the cliché song that everyone knows, or rather the “Happy Birthday” song, I couldn’t help but shake with excitement because that time was here. Those keys will be put into my hand and I could go drives whenever I wanted or take myself wherever I needed to go. I had been saving up a lot of money from my job to afford everything needed for my car so I was ready. I was ready for the adventures and what lies ahead of me on the road.

The presents started being passed to me, one by one and grouped in either cards or presents. I started on the cards because there is typically money in those and why not start with how much cash you racked in? I surprisingly made $500, mostly in gift cards, but it was still money. I opened all the presents, and I enjoyed them, but I hadn’t received the one I wanted yet. The box is sitting in my mom’s hand and I was just waiting for her to hand it to me. She started walking my way and before I knew it, the box was in my hand and I’m ripping it apart. I found a single key. At first I was confused because it was the key to the garage. But then I realized that my car sat in the garage.

I started racing towards the garage and when I unlocked the door, I took just a few seconds to compose myself. I opened the door, opened my eyes, and looked at the most ugly car I had ever seen. It was beat up with dents all over and a dingy neon green color. Out of all the colors, dingy neon green happened to be the one on my car. It was definitely an older, 1990’s vehicle. There was a tail light missing and the front window was cracked. The seats were dirty, stained, and there were burn marks where it looked like someone put out cigarettes in it. The car reeked of smoke and homelessness that I couldn’t help but be upset.

I turned around as fast as I could and glared at my parents, who were beat red from laughter.

“You love it, hunny?” My mom asks me, choking back her laughter.

“Are you serious? It’s horrible!” I exclaim.

“We thought you’d love it.” She says as her face drops

“No are you kidding me?!”

“Well at least look in the glove box.”

I felt kinda bad for getting upset, but are you serious? I doubt this car even ran. It was so beat up and messed up. I walk around to the passenger side and grab a letter. I opened it and it says “April Fools! Here’s the keys to your new car!” I should have known, my birthday is April 1st. My family pulls things like this on me every year, but nothing to this extent.

The new key was to a brand new Nissan Extera, one just like I wanted! The car was parked out front and I hadn’t even noticed!It is a shiny white and grey colored car and has black seat covers. It even has the new car scent. It is the most beautiful car I have ever seen and it’s makes me happy to know that this car is mine. I knew they would get me what I wanted.  

Later, I found out that the car was for sale on the side of the road for parts and only cost $200. My parents sent it to the scrap yard a few days after the party and made just as much as they spend on it. I guess it worked out in the end and we will always have a funny story to tell about my sixteenth birthday and the beat up old car prank.