Chaos. Utter chaos. Capstone night was, in my opinion, a hot mess. Nothing went smoothly. The clicker to change slides wouldn’t connect in the Black box, no one was there for our presentation, and the posters for science fair weren’t printed. That was by far the worst part to me. It affected all Capstone Science fair projects in Bio. It was so messed up: I can’t believe a teacher would do that. I mean I can believe it, but he better get some serious repercussions. He totally disregarded the hard work we did for a full year, because he was lazy. I’m furious. It is absolutely unacceptable… We should sicc Hel on him, and maybe the Gluttony Gang too. I know in the long run it isn’t important for capstone,but it made me feel utterly defeated. Charlie and I got to see our rubrics from the judges today too. I know being in the Black box meant harder judges, but they were hard judges. Truely, I was a poet in my former life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy we got into the Black box.As someone who has struggled with social anxiety, being chosen as A Good Public Speaker is unreal to me. It feels amazing, and I’m so happy with how far Charlie and I have come. I would like to think it is a pretty nice contrast to being a freshman who couldn’t order a coffee on his own, or an eighth grader in speech therapy. Both of us now are actually good public speakers. Even amidst all this chaos, (and said anxiety reminding me he’s still here) we did it. We put our blood, sweat, and tears into this beast of a project, and I am so happy with how far we’ve come. #Responsible Citizenship #Problem Solving
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January 2019
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