reflect.
This is my Final Reflection. An introspection into my own portfolio that you have been looking through on this site, as well as a look into my reflection on Hutchins altogether. Four poems for four years, though not directly related to each individual year.
Sunrise to Sunset in a Hutchins Enigma.
This poem is an Italian Sonnet with an ABABABAB CDECDE rhyme scheme in iambic pentameter. It represents looking at the creation of my portfolio and reflects on my own experience in Hutchins, from the changes in perception to the everlasting ways I will carry Hutchins seminars. My portfolio starts with a sunrise on my home page, and above, and ends with a sunset before my Courses list. The picture, taken by me at Duncan’s Point, represents the sunset and then journey that will continue.
Tour Through Titles.
This poem is a found poem created from the titles of all my big cumulative essays from all of my LIBS courses over the years. Each new text orientation represents a change in class in chronological order. The break is the change from lower division to upper division. Some titles have been slightly edited in order to create a better flow. The reflection here is on how my work in Hutchins became much more academic in a traditional sense as I entered this past school year, and yet the passion and creativity did not fade. The picture, taken by me in Penngrove, shows things found.
So Uh… What Are the Instructions for Lower Division?
This poem is a Villanelle, or a sonnet with repletion, with a A1-B-A2 A-B-A1 A-B-A2 A-B-A1 A-B-A2 A-B-A1-A rhyme scheme. This is representing my journey through Lower Division Hutchins. You really are thrown into a world about challenging and responding, about not having specific instructions and finding out what works and what doesn’t work for you. It is about expanding your own personal academic process. The picture, taken by me at Donner Pass Summit Tunnels in Truckee, CA, reflects the idea of venturing into the unknown, standing at the mouth of the tunnel, about to go in.
An Outing to Upper Division.
This poem is an English Sonnet with a rhyme scheme of ABABCDCDEFEF GG. It is about Upper Division and the exploration that we are given through the LIBS 320 core classes. I picked core classes that spoke to me and were of the greatest interest. This ended up with having classes I was truly invested in, that I would walk down a tricky trail to get to the knowledge I coveted. I did a lot of cool things I am proud of in these classes that I will bring with me for years to come. The picture is of a path similar to the one in the poem. Taken by me at Sea Ranch, CA, this represents the collective path taken by Hutchins students.
Darkness fades into the subtlest of dawns,
From new light comes abundant perception.
As the colors grow, fear cannot hold on
for the gray clouds hold the misconception
that true learning is not a marathon.
Pinks and purples give way for reception
of the blue sky as I wake with a yawn.
Sunrise shows where I need introspection.
Years go by and the sun has travelled far.
Far, far across stars it comes back to blue,
and completes the journey different than
before. Flashing green to mark where the scar
lights up the sky and turns to look at you.
Seared with sunset colors in my lifespan.
Friendship: Child versus Adult
Evolution of Dolphin Communication
Humans in Nature
My Autobiography
Soundtrack of My Life: New Paths and Old Paths All Sound the Same
What If…
Reality, Experiences, and Our Minds
Simone de Beauvoir?
Church – 50 Lines
Spiritual Visit
The Righteous Conqueror
Revolution and The People’s Voice in the United State and France
Profit Over People
An Intellectual Journey by Fiona
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History and Social Studies Educational Autobiography
California’s Climate-Change-Exaggerated Droughts and their Effect on Native Communities
Identity Dooms Day
Education is in My Blood
I Believe in the Power of Stories
The Effect of Participatory Activism and The System
Creativity is Academic
Classroom Observations and Reflections – FOP Naturalist Program
Film Review – The Biggest Little Farm
Fairfield Osborn Preserve Political Ecology Workshop
Scratch that, I know nothing. Try again?
It is okay, you can try again. No need to cry.
See? You learn, you write, you learn more. It’s not an if, but a when.
Challenge your views, then and only then
can you hope to fly.
Scratch that, I know nothing. Try again?
How do you do it, how do you embody being zen
Well, you stop and check if you’re being a wise guy.
See? You learn, you write, you learn more. It’s not an if, but a when.
Don’t be wise, be smart. Write it with a pen.
Don’t erase, rewrite. You’ll learn that by and by
Scratch that, I know nothing. Try again?
I don’t need to be mother hen
In fact, I can simply learn to retry
See? You learn, you write, you learn more. It’s not an if, but a when.
I am worth more than one word, I am worth ten
Yes! You can learn and grow all around without having to vilify.
Scratch that, I know nothing. Try again?
See? You learn, you write, you learn more. It’s not an if, but a when.
I tried, I rewrote and now I explore.
Seeing who I am amidst the grand scheme
of things will indeed be a lifelong chore,
one I am willing to do as I dream.
Voyaging along the winding mountain
road I see the trees swaying in the breeze.
A path leads to waves below, count me in.
Caution signs without any guarantees
for a safe passage, yet on I trek.
The waft of ocean spray, sea grass, and sun
makes me pause and reflect for just a sec
on all I have accomplished and done.
Through my friends, my colleagues, and my teachers
Hutchins taught me about wonderful and strange creatures.