The Independent Project
The Independent Project is an alternative student driven school-within-a-school.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Sophie's Individual Endeavor
My Individual Endeavor is also viewable on youtube, in three parts. Please watch and share! I'd love to hear your feedback.
Thanks for watching!
Thanks for watching!
Peter's Individual Endeavor
Peter's (hilarious) mockumentary is up on youtube in four parts. Here they are:
And a link to the Last Episode
Enjoy!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Collective Endeavor Coming Soon
Hey everyone, sorry the blog has been quiet for so long, things have been pretty crazy in The Independent Project. Anyway, we are just finishing up our collective endeavor now and will be putting it up on the blog soon so check back for it!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Wilson's Response To Einsteins Dreams
A concept within arms length
yet one which no hand can fully grasp.
It's easy to accept
but hard to understand.
It can act in our favor
or against it
No one is able to control it,
but everyone uses it.
Sometimes it flies
and sometimes it crawls
Many people live by it
others don't let it control them
Most games are limited by it
All lives are
Time
Annalena's Response to Einstein's Dreams
“You’re insufferable.” It was sweet
the way he said it with his eyes diverted. Although I was livid, it never would
have occurred to me to direct it at him. Instead I shook my fist at the clock
that keeps me spiraling into forced niceties and aggressive driving. I cursed
the whole planet for it’s insistence on circling the sun, driving me
maddeningly forward without a chance to catch my breath. I’ve become greedy in
my oxygen consumption and have a horrible tendency to suck all the air out of a
room. Inadvertently, I suffocate everything I get close to. I can’t get myself
to apologize to him though. It’s not my fault that I have been spun into this
web of calendar appointments, it’s just the way I’ve been taught to live. Work
hard. Work harder. Get somewhere. Be sure to make change and money at the same
time. After all, we live in
America. The land of the free. There is salt on my lips and I realize I’ve
started to cry. I look up at him and see he is terrified. Never in our two
years have I cried. In fact I thought I had forgotten how by this time.
Rewind to a scene in childhood. I have fallen of my bike and badly skinned my knee. Mother approaches slowly with her seventh margarita of the afternoon in hand. She gazes at me through heavy eyes that are not warm, but they are familiar and I am glad to have her here with me. “Stop crying.”
And so I have. Now I turn to meet his eyes, but my neck has frozen into a cinder block so I just stare at my palms and tell him he can leave. He doesn’t even bother to collect his things, he just bolts. For a moment I consider feigning sick and wiping clear today’s many lists of to-dos. I could watch a movie, or hell, maybe even some television. I could eat chocolate and drink wine right out the bottle, after all there is no other living thing with whom I need to share the air with in this apartment. There is not even a potted plant to speak of, growing silently on a window sill.
I entertain these ideas as I go to the mirror to fix my make up which has gotten a bit smudged. I think about how nice it would be as I strip off his favorite dress and put on a fitted navy skirt suit. I have blisters on my feet, but the heals are slipped on anyway. I dismiss my fleeting desire to wallow in my irreversible humanness, as my feet carry me back out into the throngs of people that all want something out of life. I wont admit to feeling alone in their midst. I wont admit to feeling lonely ever. At my core there burns ambition, on my surface there is performance. The two push back at each other, and I am left with an icy feeling just under the skin.
Rewind to a scene in childhood. I have fallen of my bike and badly skinned my knee. Mother approaches slowly with her seventh margarita of the afternoon in hand. She gazes at me through heavy eyes that are not warm, but they are familiar and I am glad to have her here with me. “Stop crying.”
And so I have. Now I turn to meet his eyes, but my neck has frozen into a cinder block so I just stare at my palms and tell him he can leave. He doesn’t even bother to collect his things, he just bolts. For a moment I consider feigning sick and wiping clear today’s many lists of to-dos. I could watch a movie, or hell, maybe even some television. I could eat chocolate and drink wine right out the bottle, after all there is no other living thing with whom I need to share the air with in this apartment. There is not even a potted plant to speak of, growing silently on a window sill.
I entertain these ideas as I go to the mirror to fix my make up which has gotten a bit smudged. I think about how nice it would be as I strip off his favorite dress and put on a fitted navy skirt suit. I have blisters on my feet, but the heals are slipped on anyway. I dismiss my fleeting desire to wallow in my irreversible humanness, as my feet carry me back out into the throngs of people that all want something out of life. I wont admit to feeling alone in their midst. I wont admit to feeling lonely ever. At my core there burns ambition, on my surface there is performance. The two push back at each other, and I am left with an icy feeling just under the skin.
Sophie's Response to Einstein's Dreams
foot beats
when we walk when we fall
doesn’t matter among them all
amidst the patter of all those feet
we lose our sense of that beat
that’s in the heart
and keeps the time and the art
of living a life
in which strife
is met with hope and moving
through without losing
sight of how time and love
are not brought down by a dove
“oh god above” they may say
“for what sin is this pain the price to pay”
no man in the sky
provides a reason why
meaning is not here
so you have no reason to fear
if you listen to your beating heart
love will lead as you start
to spend your time as is best
then the rest
independent of your choice
will become your voice
what is heard is the sound
of your meaning found
and the lub dub-ing
that is directing
the most important guide
is kept inside
not learned in school
it’s still a tool
we cannot forget
for then our life is a game of roulette
when you can’t call the shots
whose are your thoughts
let the beating
do the leading
and you can be proud
of not being lost in the crowd
Friday, March 9, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Sophie on Barefoot Running
I spent some time looking at the validity of barefoot running. I've been running barefoot for a while and love, but I've met a lot of skeptics. This study added a lot of proof to what I thought was true and helped me find out some new things. The first runner is me, and the second is my brother, Tom.
Sandy on Particle Physics...
Let's learn some particle physics! This presentation is based on the god particle, or Higgs boson, and how scientists at CERN are working at finding this very elusive elementary particle. Pause the video to read!
-Sandy
Annalena on Electricity
ELECTRIC LOW DOWN
Conductors: allows electricity to flow through it (Copper)
Insulators: do not (plastic/glass)
Electric current: flow of electrons (negatively charged)
For a circuit: a power supply (Battery) and something that
needs the power (lamp) and something to carry the current (Copper wire)
Electrons flow out of the negative side of a battery and
travel along the conducting material, they are attracted to the positive end of
the battery.
Vampire energy:
sends more than 87 billion pounds of heat-trapping carbon dioxide into the
atmosphere each year.
Energy goes to the lights and things that stay on after the
appliance has been turned “off”
Chargers/toasters/washing machines/etc. left in the wall
also expend energy even if there’s no light visible
One of the most common ways to produce electricity is
through the burning of fossil fuels (coal, oil, and natural gas). When fossil fuels are burned, they
release carbon dioxide into the atmosphere, which leads to acid rain and global
warming.
We refer to a lot of things as “energy"= fuels for
cars/production/and electricity!
In the United States, the most common way to make
electricity is by burning coal, which is also the dirtiest fossil fuel that
releases the most carbon dioxide
Naturally occurring electricity! : Lightning and static
CONCLUSION: UNPLUG IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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