
1. A hero becomes a hero by performing a heroic act. For example, a fire fighter can be considered a hero simply because he/she saves people from fire. Another way a hero becomes a hero is by having a heroic trait like wisdom, bravery, thoughtfulness, etc. Basically, a hero is a person who makes an impact on another persons life.
2. This project was
3. The hero in my eyes project started out as just a simple task. We were first asked to make a body sculpture of what we thought was a hero. Then, we had to choose someone in our life that we considered a hero and interview them. That was when Charlotte asked us the question 'What makes someone a hero?". In class, we read a couple of character sketches and we were required to create our own character sketches. The character sketch consisted of a description of why our hero is considered a hero to us, and two photos. After that, we posted the character sketch on our blog, and made a template of it.
4. Of course by the interview, I learned a lot about my dad and his life in the military along with other things like what his thoughts, feelings, and experiences were. But beside that, I also learned a whole new meaning of the word 'hero'. At the beginning of this project, when we were asked to make a body sculpture, I first thought that a hero was a person with super powers, or local firefighters, police, navy men, etc. But a hero can also be a normal day to day person who you look up to, or impacted your life in any way.
5. One of the habits of mind that I used in this project was innovation. Innovation is a new way of doing something. I used innovation in my project because I usually just ask my dad about his experiences in the Navy to get information, but I've never interviewed him or had a list of questions.
If you click here, the link will lead you to my hero sketch.
“This is it.” He thought. “This is my chance for a better life.” It was 1987 and Elpidio was a short, 35 year old man. His hair was as black as night, and when he smiled, his eyes seemed to squint. He, along with his parents and brothers, had just migrated from the polluted atmosphere of Catablan, Philippines to the fresh air of Vallejo, California.
It was a warm, tranquil afternoon. The loud sound of church bells ringing filled my ears. My sister, boyfriend and I were all crammed together on a padded, dark green pew. I was laying my head on the firm shoulder of my boyfriend, as he had his arm tight around my waist trying to comfort me. “Manang, are you okay?” my younger sister whispered, trying not to disturb the mass. I curled my lips tightly into my mouth, and stroke my eyes against my soft, powder blue long sleeve cardigan. I glanced at her and didn’t respond. She reached out for my arm, and gently embraced it.



