Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Feeling Life Lost

July 21, 2013- 21:54

Feeling
The string of courage frayed 
The rope of sanity burning 
The strength within me slowly diminishing
Happiness slipping between my fingers
It's getting hard to hold on. 
Positivity is gone
~
Life 
Plastered against the floor of rock bottom 
Reaching out to help
Clenching the dust of isolation 
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Lost
The light of hope so dimly lit
Buried beneath a mountain of shit
Sensations of needles pierce my brain

As I lie down and bleed rain

Friday, June 28, 2013

Perspective: A River


Delicate apple blossoms fall gracefully. The aroma fills the atmosphere, mixed with the cooling vapours of the river. Crystal liquescent water tricking downstream, gliding over the natural stone barriers built by nature itself. Vibrant green fields of glistening waxed grass and soft pallid triviums sink in his eyes. The chickadees chirp cheerfully as they flap their wings and glide across the vast vibrant sky. He takes a fragile Mason jar and clutches it in his frail hands. In it lies a lone butterfly, longing for escape from captivity. He peeks through the glass and gazes at its beauty. With great difficulty he proceeds to twist the metal lid clockwise. After what seemed to be an eternity, he slowly separates it from the jar. With one last gaze, he releases the captive butterfly. It gracefully flutters its majestic wings for the first time in years. Approaching his line of sight emanates another butterfly. Both intertwine and fly off into the eternal sunset, where they lie eternally forever. As the man witnesses this, a single tear rolls down his wrinkled cheek. A reminder of what he must do next.
 

Reflection
My choice for this one was difficult due to the fact that I liked all of these pieces. However, I chose this one due to the fact that it contained symbolism and described from all five senses (taste, touch, smell, hearing, sight). The symbolism in this piece is represented by the butterfly, which the father of the bride holds onto for so long. However, he must let it free in order for it to learn how to fly. The butterfly represents his daughter and releasing it represents him giving her away at the wedding. I really wanted to convey the contradiction of the man’s point of views. On one hand he sees sheer beauty in his surrounding landscape, but it is clouded by the fact that he is afraid of what the future holds (for his daughter). I also tried to incorporate alliteration to add some rhythm to the piece.

Voices in the Dark

 A short story that I wrote...enjoy


The aroma of calla lilies, burnt wax and Chanel No˚5 filled the air. The muffled sobs in the distance filled my ears. The foul taste of formaldehyde occupied itself on my tongue. I question why I cannot open my eyes. Why do I only hear, smell and taste what is going on around me? My once youthful body has now rotted away into a frail withered carcass. My brittle joints cracked like a breakfast of scrambled eggs and crispy bacon. I attempt to open my crinkled eyelids again, only to find that the eyeballs that once lay inside them were gone. Liquefied plastic was all that remained. Darkness, nothing but sheer darkness was there around me. My body felt like stone, heavy and cold. I felt the slight tingle on the back of my left hand, grazing against what felt to be wood, hard, grainy and lifeless, all of this accompanied by the feelings of claustrophobia. My cramped paralyzed body lay lifeless in this unknown prison.
“She was such a sad young girl.” A mysterious voice said
“Yes, indeed she was.” Another voice responded
These echoing voices intrigued me. From the tone and pitch, I could tell that both voices were women, old as a matter of fact.
“Hello Ethel dear”
“Oh, hello there Paula!”
Well, my suspicions are confirmed.
“How old was she?” One of the women asked.
“I believe seventeen.” The other unknown voice replied.
“Such a shame.” she bellowed.
At this point, I could tell who was who. Ethel seemed to be kind old lady with a quiet placid voice while I was under the impression that Paula was an old hag, her voice was full of vindictiveness and hatred. In the moment I really only cared about figuring out who this mystery girl was.
“Do you know her name by any chance?” Paula said
“No, I don’t think anybody did.” Ethel responded
“Just another invisible soul, I guess?”
What? What was a shame? Who? Who was the girl they spoke of? Why did nothing seem clear? Mystery is all there appears to be to this story it seems. These questions lingered in my mind for the next few minutes. I desperately continued to eavesdrop in an attempt to gather more information.
“Apparently she was supposed to go off to University next year, to study English.”
“Oh dear!” cried Ethel.
“I know. She had her whole life ahead of her. Too bad she didn’t stay around to see it.”
Why? What happened to her? Tell me!
“How did she go?” Ethel inquired.
“Suicide. Downed a bottle of pills and slit her wrists wide open. A painful way to go if you ask me.” Paula disgracefully uttered.
Nothing but pure astonishment filled my mind. I felt nothing but pure tragedy when those words hit the edge of my ear drums. But at that point, all I wanted to know was who the young girl was.
“I heard that she also drowned herself.” Ethel said.
“Really? Well I guess she really wanted to die then?” Paula sarcastically spat.
“You don’t say?”
It deeply angered me. To hear a girl’s life slandered and treated with such disrespect.  Suddenly, I began to hear another voice. This time it was a man’s voice, garish and very low pitched.
“We are all gathered here on this beautiful spring day to remember this young woman.”
His voice had a true English presence, accompanied with tones of solemnness. His voice trembled as he spoke, and was accompanied by long wailing cries. Not of his, but of other people’s. The cries were so powerful that they drowned out the feeble tweets of the birds residing outside.
“April 27th marked the day that she left us. Her 18th birthday, a day that should have been chock-full with celebration, turned into a tragic moment for all of us.” The man (who I assumed to be the minister) said.
At the same time, another conversation started to take place. I was drawn to it and I couldn’t help but to listen attentively.
“ Look at this moron! He’s reading right off of a script. Anybody could see that.”
“Daniel! Shut up!”
“No, I’m not going to shut up! This whole funeral is a joke!” He snorted.
“Dan—“
“Why would anybody waste all of their time and money for this? I mean, she was a nobody.” Daniel bellowed.
“Daniel please! Just show some respect!”
“Really Justin? She was. I thought so. You thought so. The entire school thought so. Hell, her own family even made her out to be a nobody!”
“That’s not true. I was speaking to them before hand and they were heartbroken. I saw it in their eyes.”
“Well, of course! That’s what they want everyone to believe. They are obviously faking it because if they didn’t, they would be seen as heartless.”
“Okay, now you’re blowing this out of proportion! You’re crazy.” Justin exclaimed
“Me, crazy? I’m not the one who broke down in the middle of the class and killed myself.” Daniel chuckled.
“I think you would have if you were in her position. If you were going through what she was going through.”
“Justin, you never cease to amaze me.” Daniel said.
“How so?” Justin asked
“Well, at first you were the guy who bullied the hell out of this girl. Now here you are sticking up for her? Make up your mind!”
“I have made up my mind. I decided that my initial decision to attack her was wrong. Once I found out about her depression, I realized that she really needed help, someone to be there. All of you sat there and judged from the outside, while not taking the time to see the world from her eyes. To realize the hell she was going through every day of her life. Unfortunately I was too late. I couldn’t do anything to help because by then she had already killed herself—“
“Why do you have to be such a buzz kill?” Daniel yelled
At that point all I heard was an enormous hush from somewhere. I assumed that it was from someone in the audience. After a few moments of awkward silence the conversation resumed.
“I was simply stating the truth. Does that make me a bad person? No matter what we do, it won’t bring her back. So let’s stop with the abusive words and just let the girl rest in peace.”
“Shh! It’s almost done!” Daniel crudely interjected.
I guess he was referring to the ceremony.
“And in conclusion, while she did have a troubled mind, her soul was truly wholesome. Ashley will always be in our hearts. Thank you all for coming.”
It was at that moment when I realized that I was a witness to my own funeral. No words could express how shocked I was. Emotion couldn’t run itself through my mind anymore. I heard nothing but silence, followed by the faint clattering of footsteps in the distance. Suddenly, I felt a rumbling sensation and my body began to roll back and forth. The lurid noise of machinery and the feeling of sickness brought me to realize that I was being buried. Soon to be repressed and forgotten by the world. As I felt the weight of freshly burrowed soil ensconce itself over me, I realized that it was the end.

"ART"

February 5, 2013

ART

A word defined by three single letters

Three individually meaningless letters.

However, when all combined, they yield a word that possesses many meanings.


All forms accepted

Realism, impressionism or surrealism

True beauty reflected through the artists eyes


Creation and creativity captured

All within the confines of the mere surface area of a canvas

Everyone is an artist,

Each day, every moment, of every minute, and every second they exist on this Earth.

An endless creative streak flows within you

Your life is your canvas and the world is your stage

Paint, preform and practice to your very best

The world is waiting for you


ART SPEAKS FROM THE MIND AND PROJECTS FROM THE SOUL

"Who Am I?"

February 5, 2013

Who is the girl, a reclusive apparition?

Her mind overwhelmed by broken butterflies and black dogs.

An overachiever and perfectionist, the aspirant novelist.

The girl that always helps others, but never expects anything in return.

Her life surrounded by misfortune.

A mystery to the world and those around her.

Concealed.

KIA

February 7, 2013

Kindness and quirkiness makes her
Intelligence flows within her
An actively creative mind completes her

Black Billows

Just a piece I wrote for one of my classes...

Black billows surround her once innocent mind. Fueled by fear, feeding off anxieties and spewing out hopelessness and despair out of her very soul. An innermost darkness fills the very being that has the misfortune of being consumed. The world is black and grey, no other colour of the spectrum in sight. Pebbles gradually gather up the mountain until the weight is just too much to bear. Pebble mountain, of triggers and stressors which rapidly transform into Mount Everest of turmoil. Her mind snaps like a brittle twig and the pebbles come tumbling down, crushing her body and soul. Pointy spikes of cold metal pierce into her wrists as pitches of wailing whispers deface her soul. Swift spirits coil around her, slowly squeezing the very life out of her. Virtuous butterflies soon transform into ravenous snakes, filled with toxic acrimony, longing for blood. The aroma of ferrous oxide fills her nostrils as tints of red liquescent (liquid) drip slowly down the lack of flesh still remaining on her. Cold is all she feels, deadness in her very soul.



Metamorphoses Play Review

February 14, 2013




            On February 13, 2013, I saw the play “Metamorphoses”, directed by Mary Zimmerman at the National Arts Centre. In this play, inspired by Ovid a various anthology of classic Greek myths are played out. We witness the transformative power of love, redemption, and forgiveness.
The play starts off with a prologue, which is seen told by three sisters (Fire, Air, and Water) as they spiral around Earth. It is played out as a series of vignettes. Each scene tells the story of specific Greek Gods [esses], which focuses on key traits of humans in nature as well as some of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Greed, in the case of King Midas who is granted a wish from Bacchus in which whatever he touches turns into gold. As a consequence, Midas accidentally turns his beloved daughter into gold.  Lust, in the case of Myrrha and her father King Cinyras in which Myrrha is cursed by Aphrodite with a sexual attraction to her father.  Gluttony in the tale of Erysichthon and Ceres, which tells of Erysichthon, a man who cuts down a sacred tree of the goddess Ceres. In retribution, Ceres demands that the spirit, Hunger to punish Erysichthon with a ravenous appetite, who eventually succumbs to his endless hunger and devours himself. Wrath represents the story of King Ceyx. Despite his wife, Alcyone’s warnings, sets sail on the ocean to visit a far off oracle. However, he is met by Poseidon, the God of the Sea who destroys his ship and causes Ceyx to die. Miraculously, both lovers are reunited and transformed into birds. Lastly, Envy, in the relationship between Phaeton and his father Apollo, the God of Sun where Phaeton goes on a journey to meet his father. Plagued with guilt, Apollo allows Phaeton to "drive" the sun across the sky as recompense for his years of absence from Phaeton’s life. Phaeton eventually lights the world on fire and falls from the sky.
The play highlighted aspects of romance in the case of Pomona and Vertumnus. Pomona refuses to fall in love with any man. Vertumnus, in order to try to make her fall in love with him, disguises himself in a variety of costumes. He doesn't reveal his true identity. After he tells her the story of Myrrha, Pomona tells Vertumnus to take off his ridiculous disguise, and the two fall in love. Or the story of Orpheus, who has just married his bride Eurydice, but tragically dies as s she is bitten by a snake. Hysterical from grief, Orpheus travels to the Underworld to negotiate for the revival of her soul. The God Hades agrees to let Eurydice return with one condition: Eurydice must follow Orpheus from behind, and he cannot look back at her. If he does, she will stay in the Underworld forever. Orpheus agrees but unable to control his love for her, he gazes back, which causes Hermes to pluck her away. This is repeated several times, which represents the memory that Orpheus will have forever of losing the love of his life. Next, the story of Eros and Psyche who f wander in the darkness of loneliness until they blind themselves to personal romantic desires and give in to a deeper love. Psyche becomes a goddess and lives with Eros forever.  Finally, the story in which Zeus and Hermes disguise themselves as beggars on earth in order to know what it is like to be human. After being shunned by every house in the city, they are accepted into the house of Baucis and Philemon, a poor married couple. The couple feed the gods with a great feast, not knowing the identity of the strangers. After the feast, the gods reveal themselves and grant the two a wish. Baucis and Philemon ask to die at the same time to save each other the grief of death. The gods transform their house into a grand palace and the couple into a pair of connected trees.  As a result of how the play was presented at some points it seemed as though it was a play within a play. The play discusses how human bodies change into different forms that express the true nature of the character. In some cases, the human qualities are kept intact, while in other cases they are overcome by natural forces.
With a small group of ten actors, each member of the NAC English Theatre production was able to play multiple roles seamlessly and portray these classic Greek myths influenced by a desire to transform themself through affection. The company uses visual metaphors, movement and daring theatricality to create excellent staging. While I felt each actor and actress did a great job at conveying their character, in my opinion the most powerful actor was Alix Sideris due to her ability to convey true emotion to the audience. Also, she was able to transition between being a character full of innocence to a character of pure insanity with ease. She made it feel as though she was actually like that in real-life. While the aspect of Ryan Allen’s singing provided me with comedic relief, I felt as though it took away from the story in the sense that it didn’t really meld with his seriousness of his character. In addition, I felt as though he should have played his role with more authority as opposed to humour. With that said, I felt as though there was no “weak” actor. Each player was strong, especially given the fact that each played multiple roles, which caused them to have to adopt many personalities in a manner of minutes.
The costumes ranged from classic Grecian togas to modern body suits. This contrast of ancient and new-fangled is prevalent in the tale of Midas, where Midas is shown wearing a business jacket while conversing with a drunk man in a toga and vine leaves in his hair.  While the actors were wearing body suits, it appeared as though once their costumes got damp from the water, they had a difficult time maneuvering around the two-levelled set. Especially up and down the stairs. In the case of Vertumnus, who switches between numerous of costumes, it showcases his desperation for Pomona’s love. This shows that he is a morphing character, who can transform into any disguise.
The set, which was designed by world-renowned Bretta Gereke, provided the perfect ground to establish such a complex play. The play is set in a two giant pools of water, which occupies most of the stage. One of which is located on the lower level in the apron of the stage, and the larger pool which is located on the second level. The depths varied, as the apron pool was very shallow, while the higher pool was cube-shaped and deep. They are utilized as a swimming pool, a basin, the River Styx of the Underworld, and the sea. The use of the pools provided the audience with an unforgettable experience which was a treat for the eyes as well as all of the other senses.  The music which accompanied the play truly reflected the sophistication of the performance, played with aquarions, a set of glass marimbas which let out a soft delicate tune every time they were touched by the player’s nimble fingers. Although at first I felt as though the music would take away from the true integrity of the play, it actually enhanced the overall mood of the play. Finally the lighting, controlled by Leigh Ann Vardy was used to focus in on center of the action as opposed to the entire theatre. I felt as though this worked very effectively in adding a gloomy effect as well as splendour with the use of different colours and shades. The fact that the whole theatre was dark added an element of heaviness to my physical being.
While I did find there was a problem, in terms with the overall ability to see the whole set, it was unique and showcased the mystically of the play. In addition, at times I did get a little bit lost trying to understand which characters were which. Nonetheless, I found it to be an astounding performance.
In conclusion, I found this play to be one of the most impacting and profound plays I have ever seen. It transported me to a place full of mystery and mystically, in which I succumbed to the feeling of claustrophobia and deep relaxation. I would definitely recommend this play to anyone who has a great fascination with Greek Mythology and deep mystery.

Monday, October 8, 2012

A lot of things are happening

October 7th, 2012

My schedule has been pretty hectic lately so I haven't been able to post much.  However, I found some extra time to squeeze in this blog post, so here we go.

First of all, I took part in a campaign for a role in the school's Leadership Council (as Arts Commissioner). I made posters, campaigned and even wrote a speech. However, my competition was very strong and I ended up losing. In the back of my mind there was a voice saying that I didn't have a chance at winning, however this time I decided to listen to that positive voice that said "there's always a chance.". My other competitors happened to be my best friends, Kia and Josh, who are both remarkably talented in the art field. It was a really hard thing for me to do and as I was giving my speech I felt like I was going to pass out. And after a panic attack and a short revelation, I realized that I just overcame one of my greatest fears, public speaking. I did something that I was never able to do before. Stand up and give a speech to my peers. Although it disappointed me a lot to lose, I feel happy for Kia and Josh that they won.

My school work load piled up on me again, however I was able to conquer it. I had to teach the class about New criticism. I felt as though I did okay, however I did see room for improvement in my presentation. Next, I got a 98% on my math test. I ended up losing 1 mark for not rounding to the nearest decimal place which irritated me. But nonetheless, I am still extremely happy with that mark. On the Biology front, on my quiz I got an 84%, a relatively good mark, but after I looked over my mistakes I realized that I could have done so much better. I just finished my Unit Test on Friday, so i am still waiting for that to get marked. I know I didn't do as well on it like I did on the quiz because of the fact that I blanked and panicked (like I end up doing on all my tests).


In addition, I had a reality check regarding life after High School. I realized after our University Information Night that post-secondary education is extremely expensive and that the #1 reason why people don't pursue University is the costs. That's why I figured that I need to start focusing on the bigger picture, University. I don't have any money saved for University (maybe some from a savings account from my parents) and I estimated my first year costs to total around $18 000, maybe even more. I am hoping that I will receive bursaries and scholarships to help me financially, but I know that I will still have a lot of fees to pay. Also, that you have to plan far ahead in advance when it comes to University. We have to start applying for different Universities and programmes come November 1st. I haven't even established living arrangements, more or less Universities. I have looked at many different Universities in Canada and I found a couple that appeal to me, however I need to narrow down my choices because my list is starting to grow. I am thinking on applying to Trent, Dalhousie and Guelph, however I am still making final decisions , I even still need to get my Social Insurance Number. On that note, I am planning on getting a part-time job in order to help with the costs of University.


On an unrelated school note, my mother just left to go to Beirut, Lebanon last night in order to save some animals. One is a dog who has a broken spine and needs a wheelchair. The other is a dog who was shot and finally a kitten who was abused and needs a double leg amputation. Her flight was from Montreal to Paris, then Paris to Beirut. She ended up getting there around 6:00am today and she left at 5:30pm last night. I feel bad for her because it's a long trip, she's missing Thanksgiving dinner with us and on top of it all she is not a good flyer. She has done deployments many times before, however the only difference is that this time she is in another continent. She's only stayed in Canada and the U.S (hence, Hurricane Katrina, the Missouri flooding and Husky rescue in Quebec) and she even expressed that going to a place like Beirut scares her. Just like it scares all of us. So far, I do miss her even though it has only been about 28 hours, but I have a little bit of separation anxiety when it comes to being with my mother and I can't stand it when she's not here. However, she reassured us that she was safe and says she'll be back by Wednesday.

 I just find it so amazing how far someone's passion will take them. Well, I guess if you find something you really love to do, why wouldn't you go to great lengths in order to fulfill it? I hope that one day I will become that passionate and dedicated like my mom and find great happiness in what I do. Because I find if you are not happy with your career, there is no point pursuing it. That's the reason why I decided to become a writer, because I realized that nothing else would make me happier, Writing is not only a hobby, but a passion.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Some psychology for you to ponder...

September 18, 2012

Since I can't seem to focus on anything, I decided to write another blog post, just because of the sheer fact that I love blogging and I had stuff that was on my mind. So I have decided to talk about something that was pondering my mind all day....

In math class today, before we started learning the wonders of Sine Law (again), I was encapsulated by the wondrous words of my beloved DEAR book. It was called "The Psychology Book: Big Ideas simply explained". The title is pretty self-explanatory, but for those who don't understand I will clarify for you. It discusses various theories within the psychology world and the proof behind them.

Today I managed to read through three of those theories. All of which were very intriguing, especially since I have such a great interest in psychology.

The first theory was conjured up by G. Stanley Hall which discussed that "Adolescence is a new Birth". In his book entitled "Adolescence" (written in 1904), Hall believed that when you come about a certain point in life (that being in your teenage years), you transform into a new person. That you come out as a stronger and more mature individual. He was highly influenced by the work of Charles Darwin and the "theory of evolution". He stated that the stage of adolescence "craves strong feelings and new sensations...monotony, routine and detail are intolerable. Adolescence is when the very worst and best impulses in the human soul struggle against each other for opposition." (The Psychology Book, page 46). This makes sense, because I can guarantee that most have us, in fact all of us have experienced these said feelings at some time in our lives.
His theory went as so:
·         First, human development is determined by nature, which is a repetition of our so-called "ancestral record".
·         He stated that a child (as a matter of fact all children) has animal-like dispositions and goes through several stages of growth, which relates to Erik Erikson's psychosocial theory (for those of us who took Anthropology, Sociology and Psychology course last year) which was developed after Hall's theory in 1950.
·         Then when an individual becomes an adolescence (teenager), the evolutionary momentum subsides (stops). At that time, that person undergoes a change, called "individual change."
·         At this time (as some may know it as the "wild times"), the person becomes increasingly rebellious, sensitive and self-conscious. Which makes them prone to depression.
·         Finally, the person emerges as an "adult", a more mature and "high-order" individual.
Therefore, he inferred that through this process of development implies that "adolescence is a new birth." Hall also believed that teenagers were highly susceptible to developing depression, a mental disorder in which an individual encounters severe thoughts and feelings of sadness, with a lack of energy and difficulty in maintaining concentration or interest in life. He called this the "curve of despondency", which starts at the age of 11 and hits its highest point at age 15, in which it then decreases gradually until the age of 23. From this, he was able to interpret that self-consciousness that one has leads to self-criticism, which then later results in a total change of self (personality, feelings, actions...).
However, while his work may have appeared to be particularly negative on teenagers, Hall discovered that because teenagers have more advanced reasoning skills. And as a result are able to read "between the lines" while allowing their sensitivity to a given situation to influence their reasoning and make it stronger and more valid.

G. Stanley Hall

Hall's book entitled "Adolescence"



He went on to say "Adolescence is a new birth, for the higher and more completely human traits are now born."
The second theory was by Alfred Binet, who said that "the intelligence of an individual is not a fixed quantity". Alfred Binet too was also highly influenced by other peoples work, which included those of: Charles Darwin, Francis Galton and Wilhelm Wundt.  Darwin, who created the debate in his book "The Origin of Species", whether intelligence was inherited genetically or that it could be influenced and changed by external factors. Galton, who was conducting his research in London, England concluded that intelligence was "fixed at birth". And around the same time there was Wundt who was studying the idea of introducing the idea of an intelligence quotient (IQ).

Alfred Binet

After studying at Salpetriere hospital in Paris, France, Binet conducted a study on his own children, in which he discovered that a person (more specifically a child's) frame of mind was crucial to learning. In 1905, Binet was accompanied by a man named Theodore Simon in his research. During that time, they developed a test that could establish a reading of a person's intelligence. They called it the "Binet-Simon test", which was essentially an IQ test. To test his theory, they took children and separated them into 5 groups, according to age. They then subjected them to testing, 30 tests as a matter of fact. Each task was designed to test the child's cognitive and developmental abilities as well as their problem solving skills. These tests increased in difficulty, going from following a beam of light and defining words to reproducing drawings from memory and answering challenging questions.
By the end of his research and after many issues concerning this method and the reliability of his test, it was concluded that intelligence is not a permanent thing and that it changes as a person develops through life. That the number reflected on an IQ test is simply a mean of determining how far along a person's problem solving and thinking skills are developed. Not how "challenged" or "smart" they are.
So next time you get the chance, try an IQ test and see what the results are. I bet they'll boggle your mind. And while you're at it consider this question: "Do you think that IQ testing is an effective and accurate way of determining one's intelligence?"


The last theory is an approach in the Memory Studies field of psychology. It has no given name and is more of a fact. This theory, presented by Hermann Ebbinghaus believed that within 24 hours of learning something, we end up forgetting 2/3 of that information.

Hermann Ebbinghaus


Ebbinghaus conducted many experiments to try to aid with memory retention. One of which included using "nonsense syllables", 2 300 sets of syllables 3 letters long which followed the standard consonant-vowel-consonant sequence. His experiments later showed that:
·         Memory loss occurs fastest within 9 hours of learning something
·         The things that were forgotten can be relearned faster than learning something for the first time
·         Over-learned (or "studied beyond mastery") material is remembered for a longer period of time
·         Things that are learned at the beginning and end of a series are more easier to remember
·         Meaningful things are remembered for approximately ten times longer than random facts.
·         A repeated learning sessions over a long period of time improves ones memory retention

The chart that Ebbinghaus developed showing the memory retention (%) versus the amount of time.


By the end of his studies, Ebbinghaus discovered that not to his surprise, he was able to remember things that he spent the most time studying. Also, that the best time to start remembering something is immediately after you learn it (within the first hour of hearing it). That way, your memory will be able to recall and refer back to it easier than trying to study it all towards the end of a term (eg: exams).

This has given me an idea to change the way I study for tests, quizzes and exams. As opposed to waiting until the night before to study all of the material in the Unit, which turns out to be about 200 pages worth. Spreading it all out within the span of a few days, or weeks depending on the extensiveness of the task. Studying little bits of information at a time

For example, on Wednesday I have a biology test on the Biochemistry Unit. How I planned to work this out is as opposed to my schedule looking like this:
·         Tuesday-Monday (the following week)-put it off and hope it goes away
·         Tuesday: study all aspects the night before and hope I can remember everything by tomorrow

It will look like this, starting with the things we learned first:
·         Tues: Functional Groups (Structures/Names)
·         Wed: Functional Groups/ Carbohydrates
·         Thurs: Carbohydrates
·         Fri: Proteins
·         Sat: Lipids
·         Sun: Nucleic Acids
·         Mon: Nucleic Acids
·         Tues: Quick recap of unfamiliar concepts

(I kid you not; this is how my test schedule actually looks like at the moment. Except I have specific times to study on my schedule.)
By doing this you can reduce the amount of time you study, while still being able to retain more information than "cramming". It is also flexible because by planning ahead, you are able to change how much and what you study, according to how much existing knowledge you already have and other factors which may interfere (other homework, projects, work...)
Well, I'll see how that works out on Wednesday, as you see I am one of those people who cannot memorize anything at all.
Because I find this all to be just simply fascinating, every week I 'll post about one of the theories or some kind of interesting article (like I did in my last post). It's just something to keep you occupied while you read this magnificent blog of mine.
I see that I have gotten sidetracked once again so I will end this little blog post with a little message.

"In learning to know other things, and other minds, we become more intimately acquainted with ourselves, and are to ourselves better worth knowing."
~Philip Gilbert Hamilton

Anyways, off to go write this campaign speech and study for my Bio test.

Until then,
~Shannon~  ✌.(ʘ‿ʘ).✌