Lab #4

PART 1: I have read the article again.

PART 2

Before 1994, diabetes in children was generally caused by a genetic disorder — only about 5 percent of childhood cases were obesity-related, or Type 2, diabetes. Today, according to the National Institutes of Health, Type 2 diabetes accounts for at least 30 percent of all new childhood cases of diabetes in this country.

Part 3

I grew up as a typical mid-1980’s latchkey kid. My parents were split up, my dad off trying to rebuild his life, my mom working long hours to make the monthly bills. Lunch and dinner, for me, was a daily choice between McDonald’s, Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken or Pizza Hut.

Part 4

I tend to sympathize with these portly fast-food patrons, though. Maybe that’s because I used to be one of them.

Part 5

Kids taking on McDonald’s this week, suing the company for making them fat. Isn’t that like middle-aged men suing Porsche for making them get speeding tickets?

Part 7

I have a group of 6 friends I have known since I was 9 years old that I still talk to and get together with. I have a strong understanding of connection and attachment because of them. Those guys are like brothers to me. This means that I know exactly what attachment feels like and how being with these people all my life (my earliest relationships) has structured me into what I have become today.

Part 8

As I was watching my teammates physically fight against the other team, I  wanted to feel what they felt. Imagine you were sitting on that bench instead of me, watching them fight their hearts out. I wanted to be like them and from then on, I did feel what they feel. I felt the attachment, love and  excitement  every time I showed up to a game or practice. I felt a strong connection with the other players on my team which made me feel like I had another family. This is the part of sports that most people don’t recognize.

 

 

Article Proposal and Partial First Draft

PROPOSAL

  1. I am currently studying in a “Pure and Applied” program which focuses on learning and applying scientific knowledge to problems.
  2. I will be focusing on the day I saw my soccer team physically fight against the opposing team after losing 21-0.
  3. Why did the players on my team start a fist fight against the other team?
  4. This is an appealing topic to anyone who enjoys sports, violence or anyone in their teens. (Which includes a lot of people) I find it interesting because the reason they fought was not just because of anger, but for many other interesting reasons. This is relevant to this time and place because people do not see the sport of soccer the same here than they did a few decades ago.
  5. This topic is related to my field of study because I will explore the effects of addiction, love and anger in the brain. Anything involving body parts is part of Biology, which is a subject taught in Pure and Applied Science.
  6. This article could appear on Gazzetta Dello Sport,(http://www.gazzetta.it/) which is an international sports newspaper, that contains sports news, but also emotional stories about small town teams.
  7. I will focus on explaining the emotional impact on soccer fans and players when losing a game by a large margin. This can explain the reason why my team reacted the way they did after a huge loss. It may be difficult to make this emotional connection to a sport relatable to a large audience. I also foresee difficulties in trying to find articles that can specifically depict situations as such. I am eager to research on this topic, because I would like to see how other teams and players react in situations like I went through. I hope, with this project, to understand how these moments affect people in an emotional sense. I hope to accomplish an article that can relate to anyone that feels a strong connection to things. I also hope to learn how to properly structure an article to get my point across clearly. I want to include the effect that this experience had on the players on my team and also myself. I want to explore what people who were not on the field thought or felt during that moment, and why no one came to disrupt the action. I also want to know what other people would have done in our situation.

       8. 

Interview:

  •  Past sports team mates
  • My uncle (former soccer player)
  • My dad (smoker)
  • Head of soccer association in my city
  • People watching soccer at a bar

 

Places

  • Sports games taking place at parks
  • Sports associations of my district
  • Professional sports games
  • Hospitals or Clinics (learn about addiction)
  • Physical rehabilitation centers (learn the effect of being away from the sport someone loves)

PARTIAL FIRST DRAFT

                  I woke up at 5:30 am on a Saturday morning. I shook my father several times to wake him up. He hated waking up early because of his stressful day job. I went downstairs to get my quick breakfast and packed both my bags; the one for soccer and the one for Italian school which started at 9am, right after the game. In the car, I realized that we were some of the only people awake at this time. Everyone was still asleep after a fun Friday night. When I got to the field, my coach, who had only taken over because his son didn’t have any more time to do so, didn’t know much. He was however a really nice guy. Our team was dead last, with no chance of getting anywhere close to a playoff position, but we all still showed up. I went to the washroom to splash water on my face and saw three of my teammates laughing and making fun of each other. We got on the field, and I just realized that we were missing two of our good players. This wasn’t good news. Our goalie and one of our attackers didn’t show up. The other team was first place and we were last. The massacre started and couldn’t be stopped. We weren’t placed in the correct positions, which meant we weren’t organized. After the first half, we were down 10-0. During the second half, it got even worse. After every goal I remember thinking, I need this to be over, the margin is too great. This is embarrassing. What am I doing here? Why do we even play soccer if we suck so much? Why not try baseball or basketball? I saw my replacement goalie after every goal, pick up the ball slowly and kick it to the center, without saying a word. The striker that showed up, would catch the ball, put it down and get ready for the whistle. This process was exhausting. I looked in the stands, there were a few friends from the other team laughing at us. Our parents could barely look. It went up to 21-0. We went to shake hands. Everything was civil until one of the players on the other team called one of my team mates a “faggot” and a “pussy” and gave him a shove. That wasn’t a good idea. The whole team started a fist fight against not only the players, but also the coach of the other team. (My coach had left) While that was happening with 5 of my team mates, the other 6 were kicking the ball on the net and passing it with each other. I wasn’t a fighter and didn’t really feel like playing, so I sat on the bench and just watched. I thought why am I here right now when I could be sleeping or watching cartoons? Also, why did they start a fight when they know they were going to get in trouble for it? Finally, why would some of my team mates still want to kick the ball after we lost by that much? That’s when sports really became clear in my eyes. That’s when I realized what a sport is.

I had only been on that team for a year and it was my first season playing soccer competitively. I had played sports competitively before for many years, but none like this. They weren’t the same. My players weren’t fighting because they lost. They were fighting because they needed to fight. We weren’t able to on the field because of our technical situation. They were fighting because soccer was not a sport, it is a way for us to let go: to forget about whatever happened during the week or let out all the emotions built up from a failed exam or a fight with loved ones. It was a way to feel attached to something. It was a way for us at 15 to be in control of the outcome of something. It was a way for us to  have another family away from home. Soccer, those early mornings, was everything It was the missing piece in our young teen lives and that’s why they fought. That’s why some of them were still kicking the ball after a 21-0 loss. That’s why I woke up my dad at 5:30am to drive me 45 minutes away to play a game that we were surely going to lose.

I recently saw one of my friends who was in that fight and we talked for hours about how much fun we had on that team even though we had barely won any games in 5 seasons.

 

 

Lab #3

Part 1

The writer I chose is Christopher Paolini

This author uses a lot of detail, especially about how or  why the main character feels a certain way. Also, the sentences used are never long an often starts with the action an then describes it. The vocabulary he uses is simple but descriptive.

Part 2

It was my first year in high school and I didn’t know what it was like. This is because I don’t have many older relatives of my generation. This meant I wasn’t prepared for how “people were.”  My first class, or as we called it, Homeroom Class was on the first floor where most people were. I was assigned a locker with two of my friends: Jacob and Patrick. We were happy to realize that the locker number assigned to us didn’t exist which means all the heavy books we had had to be carried on our short backs all day, every day. We finally decided we had enough one day and went searching around for an empty one. We found one close to a sec 5 class and placed a lock on it. We were finally satisfied. A week later, I went to open my locker, but the code wouldn’t work on my lock. I started to yank and pull it until I saw two guys, twice my height, one extensively built muscularly, the other, skinny but mean-looking. One said, “Why are you pulling on my lock?” I didn’t realize I was holding the lock from the locker next to mine in my hands. I immediately apologized several times and realized that Jacob and Patrick were no where to be seen. They then started to ask me many questions and making fun of my “sec 1 look.” Every time I would go to my locker after that, they would ask me to pull their lighters out of the tight socket (which they would, for some reason, put it in from their bags) and ask me what I think they should do in certain situations to get a laugh. Towards the end of the year, I told one of them that I would be as buff as them when I get their age. (Even though I was skinny at the time)

5 years later, after a few years of training, I saw one of them at the gym. We went to shake hands and he was congratulating me on how I turned out: just like him

Part 3

The locker was rusty. The paint applied was chipping off to show another layer of paint that was also in the same state, which means that this locker was built in an ancient time. The inside wasn’t any better. The people from the previous year had left every crumpled paper, food wrapper and broken pencil  that they use during the year before. The foul smell of old axe spray lingered every time I opened it. Who would have thought that the location of this tuna can would change me. It was right beside this locker that I was bullied  when I was a short and scrawny sec 1, by two 6 foot tall sec 5’s.

Part 4

I walked into the dungeon. It seemed like when it was built, it could have been a nice place, but it wasn’t anymore. The lights were orange, which gave the hallways a gloomy “Halloween” look.  There was a water fountain but only one faucet worked and there was a piece of gum on its tip at all times. The top of the lockers had dust on them. Many times, close to the window, were ants and if we were lucky, cockroaches. I walked in one day in this marvellous hallway,

Part 6

Okay so look. Me, I got in this school and didn’t know nothing. I didn’t know this type of place. I went to my first class and of course, they didn’t give me no locker. I was pissed. My back, it hurt, my ankles were aching, I couldn’t take it. Who would take this? So me and my friends Jake and Pat went scavenging around for an hour to find a locker. We finally found one next to the Big Guys. You don’t mess with them. They know the ins and outs of this place. They know. We took it anyways because we needed to stop aching. A week later, I could not open this lock. I’m telling you, it was rough. I tried all the combinations, I tugged and pulled until these two huge guys came my way. They were big. Six times me in height an width. I was shaking in my pants. I’m telling you, I was freaken scared. They could crack me in two and feed me to the birds. I was going to have to change my pants after this encounter.

 

 

Lab #2

PART 1

  1. Personal experience: Owning my first car  (add in the goal as a kid of having my own car and working on it)
  2. How you start to see things in mechanics and physics
  • How do people connect with non-human things?
  • Owning my own car= gives me control, 1st time owning something important and expensive, growing up, get to places when I want to be there, responsibility
  • focus on being addicted to connection
  • science behind
  • Why would I spend a lot of time taking care of it?
  • Why does driving fast give me adrenaline?

PART 2

PART 4

  1. It was a hot summer day and I had a day off from work that week. No one was home and I had nothing better to do. I remembered my car was a little dirty. I took my hose and some soap and started to wash my car. Once I had watered it and washed it, I wasn’t satisfied. I did it once again. There were still some spots around the cars curves so I re-washed those areas with a small damp rag. Now that I was happy with the outside of it, I started on the inside; I took a strong vacuum and worked on every squared centimeter of material in the car. I then started on the floor and realized that there was dirt under the seat. I cleaned that with a rag and some strong soap. Then, I worked on the plastic interior part of the car; I took large amounts of scott towel an started removing all the dust
  2. On a summer morning, I had no work, school or anything important planned. It was 9 am. I remembered my car was a little dirty. That thought bothered me. I took soap, placed it in a bucket of water and got my hose. I started with the exterior (3 shots), the seats (4 shots) and then the plastic interior (3 shots). I got out and looked at the car after these three steps

PART 5

I cleaned my car for an extreme amount of time and didn’t realize it.

PART 6

It was a burning hot and damp summer morning and I had been thankfully exempted from the disastrous place I call “my work”. I reflected on the emulsifying idea that my extravagant and beautifully stellar vehicle was infested with dirt. I took my bugger green coloured hose and some Mr. Clean all purpose soap

Lab #1

Part 1: EVENTS

  1. Personal: Playing on a soccer team: love, happiness, exciting, anxiety
  2. Personal: Travelling to Italy: curiosity, relaxation, calm
  3. News: Terrorist attacks in Paris
  4. News: Pluto losing its title of “planet”
  5. News: Student fees protest in Montreal

 

Part 2: EMOTIONS

  1. Playing on a soccer team: love, happiness, exciting, anxiety
  2. Travelling to Italy: curiosity, relaxation, calm,

 

Part 3: QUESTIONS

  • Why is a sport so important?
  • What makes soccer so exciting?
  • How can I love something that is not human?

2.

  • How can being somewhere away from home be so relaxing?
  • Is Italy a special place?
  • What is so calming about being in Italy?

 

Part 4: ARTICLES

Italy’s top attractions: taking the ‘trap’ out of tourist trap
(Article)

  • Article describes all the best tourist attractions in Italy but leaves out how people feel when they stay there for a while.