Journey Log 3 Allison Jones - AluminumLithium

Allison Jones - AluminumLithium

Section 37

Journey Log 3

Bard

Metacognition

Short Story

“Roar!” Randolph screams as he jumps from behind a bush and begins chasing two young village girls. “Me hungry!” he exclaims as he leaps through the air to catch one of the girls by the legs. Being made of stone, Randolph doesn’t fly as far as he hoped, and the two girls scramble away leaving hungry Randolph alone in the woods. “Me no like chasing girls, girls too fast,” Randolph mopes as he stands and dusts himself off, “But girls so good to eat!” Randolph waddles through the trees to the lake, in hopes that a long, cool drink might help sate his monstrous appetite.

Randolph plunks his large body down by the edge of the lake and takes a nice, long drink. When he lifts his head again, Randolph notices the brightly colored fish dancing around in the shallow water. “Pretty,” Randolph says as he admires the way the sun reflecting off the water illuminates the fishes’ bright scales. Randolph notices two fish that seem to be playing together: darting back and forth in a way that resembles a game played by children in the village. After several minutes of observing the fish playing together, Randolph’s thoughts are interrupted by a loud growl from his stomach.

brightly colored fish dancing around in the shallow water

Randolph hurls one of his enormous fists into the water and takes hold of one of the larger, slower fish. He excitedly gulps it down without even stopping to chew, and turns his head back down to catch another one of his fish friends. “Oh nooo!” Randolph wails as he catches a glimpse of the bright-tailed fish hurrying off into the protection of deeper water, “Me scared them!” Randolph is all alone once again, and stares solemnly down at his reflection in the water.

As Randolph looks over his reflection, he runs his large, rocky hands over his bulky stone shoulders and sighs, “Me very big. Me size of big rock!” Randolph’s eyes then go up to his face, which he had previously forgotten the look of. “Scary,” he whispers as he notices his piercing yellow eyes and his full set of sharp teeth, “very scary.” As Randolph looks over his face in the water, his thoughts are once again interrupted by another loud stomach growl. He begins to think about the two tasty looking girls who escaped him this morning, and how the rest of the fish got away, too. Randolph realized that if he ever wanted a full stomach, he’d need to find a better approach to catching his food.

“Me no good. Need new plan,” Randolph sighs, scratching his cold, stone head. “Try more sneaking,” Randolph says as he rises to his feet to practice tip-toeing. But as he soon realized, his stone feet were far too heavy, and made a sure thud with each step he took. “Me not sneaky. Me need to try something else,” Randolph grumbled, as he sat to ponder other ways to improve his hunt. “Crawl maybe?” Randolph asked himself excitedly as he dropped to his stomach to army crawl. But much to his dismay, Randolph’s heavy torso did not slide smoothly over the terrain. With each inch he advanced, leaves and twigs crunched and snapped noisily under his weight. “Ohhh,” he whined as he stood up again, picking the crushed leaves from his rocky crevasses, “me not sneaky, and me loud. Me need something else!” It was then when Randolph noticed tiny little pebbles around his feet.

lay in the tall grass... dozing off beneath the warm sun

“I know!” Randolph exclaimed, “Me strong! Me throw rocks! BIG rocks!” Randolph excitedly scurried between the lake and the edge of the woods until he had an armful of rocks, each bigger than one of his giant hands. When his collection began to feel satisfyingly heavy, Randolph set them down near the edge of the lake to take some practice shots in the grass. Randolph practiced nearly all afternoon, practicing throwing for both distance and accuracy using some of the wildflowers nearby. When Randolph felt that he had perfected the art of rock throwing, he decided to really test his skills, and attempt to catch a tasty fish or two. Randolph crept up to the water’s edge with his best rock in hand, and sure enough, the brightly colored fish had returned to the shallow water.

Randolph held his breath, squinted one eye, and aimed at the fish below him. There was a loud “splash” and brightly color fish darted off in every direction! When the ripples leveled out, Randolph cautiously lifted up the edge of the rock and saw three fish trapped underneath. Randolph jumped for joy, feeling quite proud of the new skill he’d acquired, and then scooped up his prey and gulped them down. Tired from his hard work and slightly satisfied from his snack, Randolph thought he’d lay in the tall grass and take a little nap. “Me good now. Me have big rocks.” Randolph said to himself, dozing off beneath the warm sun.

As Randolph’s eyes were nearly closed, he heard the crunch of leaves far behind him in the woods. “Food,” he thought and he sat up alert. “Me ready,” he whispered glancing over at his pile of immense rocks. Randolph gathered his pile into his arms, and found a bush to hide in at the edge of the woods. Randolph’s big eyes were watching for the perfect time to strike while his mind swam with thoughts of his rock-throwing practice from before. “This time,” Randolph thought, “me knows what to do. No little girls escape me now.”

When I was thinking about what we learned this week, all I could think of was monsters. I wasn't sure how I could fit one of the habits of mind in with a monster, until I started researching Grendel for my proposal. I really started to love the idea of non-monstrous monsters, or monsters contemplating why they are the way they are. I felt that I could use this idea alongside metacognition to create something really cool. At first I wanted to draw a monster looking into a mirror, but as I looked more into the definition of metacognition, I realized it was more of about thinking and tasks than just thinking about yourself. Also, I wasn't sure if my art skills were good enough to create what I envisioned, so I felt that a short story would be better to express my thoughts.

I chose the name Randolph because I wanted him to have some more human-like qualities. I thought that Randolph having a regular name would suit him better since he can talk and think critically. Still, I wanted him to be monstrous, which is why I chose to make him speak broken English. Randolph shows metacognition when he realized that his approach to hunting was not working for him, and he considered his strengths to come up with a new way that would suit his needs. I liked the idea of Randolph being big and ugly surrounded by warm sun, soft grass, and brightly colored fish. I chose to end the story where I did, because I wanted it to be left open for the reader to guess whether or not Randolph successfully learned from his previous mistakes and overcame his physical difficulties to catch the ultimate prize: food.

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