"Is someone against this idea?" I raised my hand. Nerves hit every single muscle in my body. I wasn't use to being in a class like this one, a class where the teacher asks you what you think about your summative assessment. I wasn't use to being the only person, the only one who fired against the teacher and gave her opinion against his. Mr. Bonnici had asked what we thought about his idea of writing a class magazine on how the school could be great. My brain kept on giving me thoughts of denial against his idea. I kept on overflowing it with thoughts about how this was more of an English project then one for the Innovation Academy. When I thought of Innovation, I thought of something new, unique, different. I thought that the Innovation Academy would allow us to think outside the box, and act as true writers, the ones that we're meant to be, the ones that we'll grow to be. I explained my point out loud to the class. I kept on debating on how we were supposed to do an Innovation Academy project, and not an English one. Until, finally, our class discussion became a good one. Everyone was really into the discussion. We ended up concluding to create a project where we could go beyond what the rubric told us and step outside the school grounds. In conclusion, we would all be able to create a project in which we'd create a magazine about how different company's in Pery have succeeded. I felt proud, after all it was I who raised my hand.
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May 2015
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