My Sunscreen: My Life?

Stuff: we all have it.  Me? Yup, I have stuff, too.  My room is cluttered, to my mother's dismay, with messy clothes, lots of socks, an array of colored pencils, birthday cards from years past, and the teenage essential, the cell phone (always somewhere in there yet never locatable...).

My room is not unique; it has a bed and a dresser, a closet and two windows.  Looking through the rest of my house, one would find my more unique belongings.  My art projects decorate not the walls but the floor.  My purse containing my driver's license and crumpled single dollar bills sit on the table.

At first glance, a tube of sunscreen, for example, means nothing more than skin care.  All 5'7'' of me cannot  fit into 9 fluid ounces; it is physically impossible.  However, a lot of me can fit in 9 fluid ounces of hypoallergenic sunscreen, a beach pass, lip gloss, a yellow bicycle, a surprisingly roomy cross-over bag, and a tennis ball.  The sunscreen paired with the rest of the items mean I love the outdoors.  It means that I care about myself enough to protect my skin.  It means that I am not tan.

Sunscreen paired with a tennis ball and bike could mean that I am an athlete.  I will tell everyone right now that I am NOT athletic.  Sunscreen paired lip gloss and my crossover bag could screams "girly girl".  What, then, does sunscreen mean?

The sunscreen could mean anything and everything.  To me, it means no tans lines but no skin cancer.  Ask my friends, and they will tell you about my play-it-safe attitude.  Ask my family, and they will tell you about my long walks.

This sunscreen scenario proves what Mr. Bolos and Mr. O'Connor proved in class this week.  One cannot possibly solve a "mystery" (the mystery being: who am I?) by themselves.  My sunscreen needs the explanation of my mom, my friends, and my beach pass to tell you about Glenna-the-Teenager, not Glenna-the-Athlete or Glenna-the-Goody-Goody.

Without talking to other teachers, too, we would not know about Mr. Bolos-the-Outdoorsman, or Mr. Bolos-the-Cook.  Clearly, diversity of sources yields the most accurate picture of a subject.  With those diverse sources and those of another investigator, an even clearer picture is painted.

This blog post may even be sighted in a research project.  In that case, I am the Queen of England and my house is made of chocolate.  My picture is below.  Have fun ;)