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this week on monday i was working on my comic on my life in comp 2, after that i went to my next class where i was assigned to take notes on people. then in Wednesdays class i would works on my essay about graffiti’s impact. then after that I went to my next class and remebered i forgot to do that and thought that i would do it after class (note:i did it on Saturday cause i forgot on Wednesday aswell) i hope you all have a great summer cuz i wont, i got IT for the 3 quarters of the summer 🙁

the way I decided to do my autobiography would be via slightly funny comic strips. but to do this i first did an outline of the comic and what panel would be about. after writing what each panel would be about i then drew each panel and added even more panels to help with context more. i decided to draw stickfigures and give my stickfigure glasses to differentiate whos who. the reason for doing stickfigures is because im not that talented to draw anatomy. overall i really liked how the comic came out and hope you enjoy it.

on Monday i went to a trip to Herbert von park in Brooklyn. sadly it was hot that day and the mta decided to be a dunce and run late. i was also stuck trying to catch the g train to the park. thankfully i got to the g train and when i left the train i came across a classmate. we decided to go to the park but first i decided to get some water because i forgot to bring some from home. my classmate using his head decided to get a bag of ice to stay cold (sadly i wasnt that smart and just got a water). when…

this week in comp we talked about two poems. one of those poems was about the end of the world being a gay club. i found the poem interesting due to how it described the outside of the club with how the kids peeking through there windows and the priests wishing to burn it down. i also found the poem nice to think about due to how it portrays the end of the world. it doesnt show it to be hell but instead a huge party of people expressing themselves with lines talking about how the music was radioactive and them describing theyre machine guns being colorful. we also talked…

when in class for English on Wednesday we talked about the freaky Friday poem. i found it to be a great poem due to how it made me think about what it would feel be like to trade lives with a random person. which was also a topic for the poems we made in class. i personally feel like trading lives with someone else is the worst because all that progress you had in life was traded with another person and now you have to live with their progress. i find the entire thing to be weird and im glad that the author decides to use that concept for her…