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I am theryn strobl. I have a weird habit of spelling my name with lowercase letters. I am sometimes social Sometimes not. Sometimes energetic Sometimes not. I like sleeping, eating, and having fun. Some of my hobbies are biking, snowboarding, video games, and building lego. I am usually quiet But sometimes loud. I have strong opinions that I don’t often share. I try to make other laugh, to varying degrees. I also love being around my friends. That is me.

In this pandemic I learnt that we’re connected But so divided We had so much time It was wasted and unused It may’ve run out now We had resources Our supplies are dissipating Our luck has run dry

An air of serenity, shimmering city lights below. The city sprawls on before you. So quiet. So peaceful. The buildings look silent from up here. Devoid of the bustle they are accustomed to.

Just got off of the lift, in no hurry. Far in the distance, a wall of mountains. The absence of light turns the inlet inky black, anchored ships floating peacefully. A pale sliver in the sky, lending glimmers of light to the mountain below.

To the optimists and the pessimists, I really do believe there are virtuous and vicious cycles. unhappy, negative, hyper-critical.

I would also draw the attention of the optimists and the pessimists listening here to the reality of these cycles, because I really do believe there are virtuous and vicious cycles; being unhappy,

a spiral downward. If you do pay attention to that, you could say, “Hey, look over there, it’s this virtuous upward spiral.” I think I’m going to join that one.

being negative, and always being hyper-critical can really be a spiral downward. If you do pay attention to that, you could say, “Hey, look over here, it’s this virtuous upward spiral. I think I’m going to join that one.” -Steven Dubner, Freakonomics Radio Ep. 349

The bright tendrils of flame lighting up the only road out. The hungry fire eating up the forest. One cigarette out the window, 10 hectares burned. A loud crack as a tree, weakened by the fire, topples over. Crackles and pops of the fire behind. Fleeing from danger, little ones sobbing with fear. This moment burned into memory. Some lost their homes, some their lives. Some also lost their livestock and farmland. Many people relocated, in the rock creek fire.

My worldview is like a lens In which I see the world through I try to veiw the world With a critical eye As if I was playing eye spy I live on earth like any other person And I believe in no god, or being above

Worldview is the inherent biases everybody has. Worldview is always there, but many people don’t know or think about it. It is always changing, and every one is different, much like us humans. Worldview has many facets, and they all work together. Worldview is stern and unmoving, but full of nuance.

Hi, I’m Theryn Strobl. When I am not doing homework, I like to build stuff, hang out with friends, bike, and snowboard.

I have had plenty of trouble with this project, and poetry is for sure not my thing. But, I tried my best, and I think I learned a lot about myself in the process. It has not been my favourite PLP project, but I got it done in the end , and took something from it.

You can check out my school blog at blog44.ca/theryns

About Me Video @2022

The slash of a fast turn. The whir of a bike hub. The whoosh of landing down. The click of a shift. The squeal of the brakes halting to a stop. The ratchet of bindings clamping down. Edges gripping snow, making loud scrapes. The screech of springs, launching me high. Everything silent in the air. And gravity pulls back down. The click of two legos meshing together.

My worldview is A pane of glass glass with colour And texture My worldview is how I see the world.

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