The Questioner

23 February 2016
I have always wonder how intelligence is valued. Why is it that individuals that are
proficient in mathematics and sciences considered more valuable than those that are not? In
school, people who understand quantitative analysis are more praised than those who are
proficient in the arts, music, or dance. Why is that? It really baffles my mind that some
subjects are considered more prevalent than others. I believe that it only serves to fill ones
ego. Students in general, especially ones that are considered honors students, have egos to
fill. From experience, those who are praised for being academically successful through
reading, writing, math, and science, make those adequate at said subjects feel inferior. It only
lessens the push those students need. I wish there was a way to fix that. Rather than the
progression of academics, I feel as if it only digresses it.
Comments:
This entry demonstrates questioning questing the value of intelligence in a way that it
becomes an open-ended question. It explores the question by providing personal examples.
It also reflects on the question with a reaction.

Migsy 1

The Creative Thinker

23 February 2016
(Unititled)
Listening to the verses of a passionate caterpillar.
The hopes of dead insects are heard through his lips.
As he molds his cocoon out of the tribulations of life,
His wisdom heard through lips that sang sorrow.
The caterpillar crawls in his cocoon, as soft as cotton,
Using it as a shield against sin.
Under the leaf of an ebony tree,
Nurtured by the tears of gods and devils.
Feeling the winter winds die under the warmth of the sun,
The caterpillar lays dormant in his cocoon,
Waiting for the perfect time to rise.
Above all that is evil and above all that is good.
Comments:
This poem shows creativity by expressing a feeling and an image through a metaphorical
situation. It makes the author and the reader think about what could and what could not be
allegorical. It (basically) explores the feeling of inferiority of individuals by looking through
the eyes of a caterpillar.

Migsy 2

The Analytical Thinker

1 February 2016
I am knowledgeable about many things. Some things I know are important, and some
are not. I know how to boil water. I feel like thats important. You put water in a metal pot or
pan of your choosing and then you turn on the stove. You place the pot or pan on the stove
and wait for bubbles. You know, because science. You then, stare at the water for fifty
seconds, minutes, hours, or days, depending how good your stove is.
Im interested in making music. Whenever I work, I would always have some
instrumental of some random song playing in the background. In the back of my mind (like,
waaaay back) I would sing or rap random lyrics. Most of the time its all gibberish.
Sometimes it would be about specific things like the sky or fried chicken. Sometimes it would
be about the trees or dirt.
Comments:
This is analytical because it helped me explore what I know and what I want to know. It
helped me try to find a topic to write about for my EIP. It helped me ask necessary
questions like, Who am I? or, What is it that exists in this world that I find interesting?

Migsy 3

The Reflective Thinker

19 January 2016
From what I got in Superman and Me, Alexies reading seemed to derive from
oppression. Reading gave Alexie a voice. This new voice that he acquired is one not to be
trifled with. An Indian that can read and write English? An Indian that realized that he has
the power of opinion? Youre damn right. The combination of low income and a different
historical background influenced Alexie to rise higher than what hes expected to do. He is
inspired by his love of books to break down the norm about Indian intelligence. It proves that
there is power through words. Powers just like Supermans.
Comments:
It demonstrates reflective thinking by understanding the purpose of a narrative. I broke down
the story and felt what the author was feeling during his times of oppression. It made me think
about the storys allegorical meaning and concluded that there is power through the pen.

Migsy 4

My Favorite Daybook Entry

27 January 2016
I lived in a building shaped like a rectangle. The red bricks that armored its walls are
worn out through time. Cobwebs hung from the street lamps and the grass in which the
building stood on are frail and thing. Sometimes there are coke cans and candy wrappers on
the sidewalk out front. Plastic bags flail about with some help from the wind in the parking lot.
If you looked upwards, the windows on the building were either cracked or stained.
Sometimes both. Yes, this was a horrid place, but, it was our horrid place. It was our home.
I took the elevator back to our floor because the stairs seemed scary. The chipping
paint off its sliding doors held a place in my heart. The winding sounds of ascension
compensated for its occasional creaky nature. I arrive on my floor through that paint-chipped
door and breathe in the musty air. I walk to our apartment door and breathe out home.
Comments:
This is my favorite entry because it gave me a chance to recollect my first home in America
after immigrating from the Philippines. It just warmed my heart writing about my first home and
how it influenced my family to move to North Carolina.

Migsy 5