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The Experiment



            “Don’t leave until you finish your homework” Jessica’s mother yelled down the stairs, barely catching her daughter before she headed out the door. “It’s only Saturday and I’ll be home early” said Jessica dashing out before hearing her mothers reply. She knew she’d be in for it when she came home but this was more important. The ringing has been going on for nearly 15 minutes. Jessica knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

            As she raced down the empty Chicago streets, the winter air chilled her burning face. She always loves the cold; it’s Jessica’s security blanket. Jessica turned right, then left and soon vanished behind a vacant warehouse where the Doctor was waiting.

            “3 months already? Jeez next time I’ll have to make these last longer” the doctor says in a sarcastic tone. “Jut fix it I have places to be” Jessica said as she pushes past the doctor and into his slaughterhouse like office. As Jessica marches into the back looking for her room, she sees other children in the same position as her. Close to the end at any moment but not willing to let go. As Jessica lies on the icy, steel table she thinks of the day she became one of the experiments.

            It was January and her mother was behind in more than 4 months rent. Jessica knew the only reason she still had a home was because it was illegal to evict people in the winter, but winter fades. Jessica remembers the walk home from school when she met the doctor. That day she decided to take the back route it was faster than the main streets but dangerous. Jessica had a lot of homework so she went. She saw the vans with the tables and the ovens as they were moved into the warehouse. Then the doctor saw her and yelled, “Hey, do you wanna make some money?” Jessica said in a timid voice “ Sure.” The doctor walked her into the warehouse and told her to sit down. The doctor went over the logistics, the removal of the lungs, the heart, and the blood loss. He explained that they would be sold to people that need new organs or blood. He showed her the machine, the gears and wires that would soon fill her body. He told her she must keep it a secret because the machinery is not government regulated but, if it works, it could save many lives. He told her this would be the cure to cancer, HIV, and even natural death. Jessica just heard $5000 a month for life.

            As the doctor finished up her “tune up” as he describes it, Jessica asks him why she can’t know his identity. The doctor stops fiddling with the gears and says, “Your question is too dangerous to answer.” He then claims he is finished and walks out the room. Jessica leaves the warehouse knowing some thing is not right but not being sure what. Then the ringing begins again.

            Jessica falls to her knees; with not enought strength to stand she crawls back into the warehouse. She yells for the doctor, who arrives with a smile and says “another experiment gone wrong.” He yells down the hall “Hey Carmon, fire up the oven. This one is almost gone.”  

            “Jeez Jess I thought you’d be dead by now” the doctor says as he walks into her room. “Thanks for the support” Jessica replies as the doctor begins to change her IV, “When can I leave? It’s been 5 months.” The doctor insists that she will never leave. “Jessica, you still don’t get it? You have been here because you are broken. It’s only a matter of time before we toss you out. Like the others” says the doctor as he leaves the room.

            Jessica, stunned by the doctor’s harsh words, gets up from her bed, removes her IV, and walks out of her room. She hasn’t seen sunlight in months and wants to feel the sun’s rays once more before it’s over. As Jessica walks down the hall she sees the new experiments waiting for their turn and her stomach begins to turn. Jessica thinks to herself “this is unacceptable.” At that very moment Jessica knows what she needs to do.

            “I know you think I’m crazy but do an x-ray or something. I’m not insane.” Jessica explains to the police officer. “I find it hard to believe that some crazy doctor can actually turn people into machines without others noticing” says the police officer, “Listen write down the location and we’ll check it out.” Jessica is escorted out of the police station and told to go home. As Jessica begins her journey home her body begins to give out. She falls to her knees and her bones begin to dissolve. Where Jessica once stood, now lays a pile of gears and wires.



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Feliz, 22nd y Walnut, Filadelfia, PA

Vivo en “Center City” de Filadelfia. Cerca de mi casa, esta una mural. El mural es de una sombra de una iglesia. La iglesia no existe ahora, pero la mural es la memoria de cuando la iglesia existo. La mural es en las calles 22nd y Walnut, muy cerca de la gasolinera Sonoco. Cuando camines en la calle, puedes mirar las personas y perros en el calle.

Mi mural va a tener cosas divertidas y también cosas que representen que divertido son mis amigos. Mis amigos son las personas mas importantes del mundo. Va a tener videojuegos, fotografías de personas felices, y de perros y otras cosas que me hacen reír. También, cosas que son chistosos y hacen mi vida feliz, estas cosas van a existir en mi mural. Mi mural representa todos que son importantes en mi vida, y todos que hacen mi vida divertido, feliz, y generalmente bien. También, cosas como paz.

Ser feliz es muy importante para todas las personas, y es verdad que feliz es importante para las personas en mi barrio también. Otras cosas que son importante para personas en mi barrio son los deportes y comida. Comida es importante por todos porque necesitan comida para vivir, pero también comida es importante para las personas en Filadelfia porque la comida nativa de Filadelfia es muy rico. Por ejemplo, los “Cheesesteaks.” Paz es importante para personas también, hay muchos razones porque. Un razón es que violencia es responsable para muchos casos de muerte y crimen. Representa mucho delito que afecta las vidas de muchas personas.

Las personas en mi barrio enfocan en todos las cosas que yo dije, pero también hay mas cosas. Las personas tienen muchos otros intereses y valores, tan mas que no tengo la abilidad a hacer en un mural, pero por eso yo tengo otro solución. Para representar todos los intereses, yo voy a incluir unas cosas aleatorias. Si yo hago esto, las personalidades de todos personas yo pudiera representar.

Mi mural podría ubicarse en 22nd y Walnut. Es un lugar que muchas personas van porque es cerca de unos sitios populares y también están paradas de autobús. Así lo veo, es un lugar bien para un mural que podría hacer mucha gente llenos de felicidad. Mi mural no es graffiti, pero obviamente es arte publica. No es que unos personas piensen es “arte real,” pero para mi el arte esta bastante real, y tiene temas de feliz y paz que yo pienso pueden hacer. Personas piensen de las cosas felices o extraños en sus vidas. Esos son las cosas mejores en vida, porque sin felicidad, la vida no importa. Una vida triste con nada interesante o feliz no tiene sentido. Por estos razones, pienso que mi mural esta muy bien por la comunidad y por todos personas.

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Quarter 2 Benchmark

By: Sarena Shuman


" You sound stupid! Use the right grammar; I don't know how you get straight A's. People judge you by how you talk, you know that?"

In my head, I’m saying It’s you and me here mom. Nobody can hear me.

But I whispered “Ok”


I never understood language. We all say the same words. If you understand what I’m saying than, why speak exactly proper? People going judge you anyway. If you really got something wrong with you then you get picked apart piece by piece. “Language is power!” That's what my mother always says. I just thought language is one part of the puzzle to how someone can judge you. Race and language relate in away. A black person talk ignorant it's "normal". A white person talk ignorant, they are considered to be talking "black". A black person talks proper they are consider to be talking "white".


“Hey Guys, how are you?”

“Yo Sarena, You black! Cut that shit out!”

“What? I was serious.”

“Why you talking like you white?”

“I was talking normal, I always talk like this.”

“You irk* Me, I swear!”


Just the thought of getting judged by the way you talk, is mind-boggling. You use language to communicate, if you understand me why should I change the way I talk to you? Now when I approach my friends, I talk to them like I’m from the “street”. I speak differently all the time. Speaking to my friends is totally different from when I speak to a teacher now.


“Yo, Sarena”

“Wassup, what you been up to”

“Chilling you know girl”


When I talk to my teacher we have the same conversation just with different words.


*Irk- means annoy

“How have you been Sarena?”

“I have been fine, and you?”

“I have been fine, thank you for asking.”


James Baldwin once said, “What joins all languages, and all men, is the necessity to confront life, in order, not inconceivably, to outwit death.” Meaning the way my friends and me speak is not taught in school. But proper English is. So the way I talk to my friends and to my teacher is totally different. I wonder, do I change my speech for acceptance? Makes me think about my Identity and who I truly am. I told my great grandmother about my thoughts. Here comes the lecture!


“You got two strikes against you. Being black and being a woman. You can give people excuses to bring you down. If you do, they will use it to their advantage."


“But how, Granny?”

“Most white people think that African Americans are stupid and can’t do what they do.”

“But I’m smart period.”

“By not talking proper, dressing right, and looking presentable. They will look at you like the average black woman. When I was growing up, woman cooked and clean. We spoke our proper English down Flordia, no education really. But the white folk just acted and treated us like we were stupid. When we were slaves, they didn’t even look at us like we were humans. I’m 89; African Americans can do so much now. Including getting an education. Don’t mess it up! That’s all I’m saying, baby.”

I nodded in agreement.



I looked into my great grandmothers eyes, and saw how much she cared. She made me realize that it’s not all about language. I had the pieces to the puzzle but it was never coming together. Language, race, environments, and society are all joined together, most of the time. When my grandmother said, “We spoke our proper English down Florida, no education really.” I formed a question, what’s proper English? Maybe that’s not the question, what’s proper English to people? Where you come from can determine how you talk. One area can think a person from a different area is talking incorrectly. So when my mother said " You sound stupid! Use the right grammar, I don't know how you get straight A's.” She was questioning my education, which is what many do. The reason my mother tells me this is because she didn’t teach me to talk that way. The environment I’m in the most is the way I talk, but sometimes when I change my environment I may speak how I do in a total different environment. They tell me to talk “proper” because the way they talk is different or somewhat “correct”. But didn’t someone create English and other languages. Why can’t I create words and language? New words get added to the dictionary everyday. Maybe you have to be a professor to makes words. Words have meaning, vowels, and letters. Easy to make, but why call my words or words that’s not “correct”, slang. Strangely, what they don’t know that I know is, Race, environments, and society makes up the way a person speak. Not how educated you are, and how well you follow the rules of “proper” English.

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1.     What is your name (¿Cuál es su nombre?)

2.     What college did you graduate from? (¿Qúe unversidiad tú graduo de?

3.      What’s your major? (¿Cuál es su meta?)

4.     Why do you want this job? (¿Por qué quieres este trabajo?)

5.     What makes you different from other applicants? (¿Como es diferente de los otros personas?)

6.     What previous job experiences have you had? (¿Qué experiencias pasado tiene de trabajos?)

7.     Why should I give you the job? (¿Por qué tengo que darle al trabajo?)


1.     Me llamo Carmelo Mangum

2.     Yo grado de la universidad de Miami.

3.     Mi meta de colegio es la maestría de negocio y matemática en enero 2019. Yo grado uno de mi clase.

4.     Yo quiere este trabajo porque esta mi sueño trabajo.Yo quiero trabajar donde yo puede ayudar personas.

5.     Yo tiene dos maestrías de colegio y soy un difícil trabajadora.

6.     citizen bank contadora- yo trabajo en citizens bank y ayudo personas con dinero. La escuela de Anna b day matemåticas profesor- yo trabajo con los grados de sies y siete Science Leadership Academy principal- yo trabajo con seiscientos estudiantes en mi escuela.

7.     Tu debería dar me el trabajo porque yo voy a trabajar cien por ciento.





Comentarios / Recomendaciones

1. Anita


Good job, just fix your grammar.


2. jesus


Good job, everything looks good. You asked good questions


3. Tito


You asked good questions, just make sure there is no background noise.


4. Lupe



You did a real good job, nice questions. And the answers were good. Nice job.



You did a good job as far as your volume is concerned, however, you need to use the correct conjugations and say it with confidence. Other than that, you did a good job in your project. J




Strengths of your process or product

Weaknesses of your process or product


I make a good script that makes sense






I have a hard time pronouncing some of the words.



I learned… how to say longer complete sentences






I feel…like I did a good job with my benchmark

If I could do this project all over again, I would… make it longer and put more detail into it






For next year, I suggest…giving more in class time and not having the test on the same time its due.







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Language Autobiography: Shanayia Roland

Ms. Roland, Mr. Johnson would like to see you now. I walked into his office with the confidence that I could get the job because I was fully prepared to be as professional as I knew how to be. My definition of professional was that I would “code switch” the term used often when some switches the tone of voice, attitude, or even the accent they speech in, to make it appropriate for the situation they are engaging in. I Code Switched I expressed all of my knowledge in every sentence I said, I used my creativity to create connections between the experiences I had professionally, to the questions he asked. This was when the unexpected lesson of language began.
I watched his lips open, and close, and his lingual frenulum helped to him to roll his tongue to the back of his mouth creating sounds like “HAVE YOUU HAADD ANNY OTHER WOORRK EXPEEERIENCE?” I gazed into his mouth watching so closely that I could see his tonsils dangling in the back of his throat like a pendulum.  I saw him gather his saliva as he spoke those questions at me but not to me as if I wasn’t a native English speaker. I blinked continuously to get myself out of the gaze. “ Yes I have been an SAT at an early child care center called Mommy and Me.” I responded in the tone of voice that he asked the questions. I began to gaze again.
I don't know what caused me to gaze, was it the proper English accent that he had which my brain was not used to because of the improper black English that I was used to speaking and hearing, my own language felt foreign to me ears. I understood him but only because of the small bit of words that he spoke that was in my English vocabulary. There is also a very strong possibility that it could have been that we both were code switching and our impressions of code switching were completely different because of the experiences we’ve encountered. This was my first experience with the way one Language can be spoken in so many different ways. Our language is something that roots from the different factors, aspects and experiences you encounter in your life, sometimes even where you’ve lived. People can be from the same place and not even understand each other because of the costumes and changes that they have to their own form of the language they were speaking. I was speaking perfect English, however because of the background of African American heritage, the slight bit of Philadelphia accent, the fact that I had braces, a slight lisp, and a Philadelphia public school education influenced upon my speech he didn’t understand me just as well as I didn’t understand him.
In the film American tongues there were many examples of how people from the same exact country could be so distant in language, and not even realize that they were speaking the same language if they were talking to each other. In the film there were people who would consider themselves speaking proper English but yet if they were speaking proper English wouldn’t anyone from any part of the country be able to understand them? They would insult others by one and other by calling them things outside of their name all because of the thought that they were speaking proper English. This question that is raised in this situation; was if problem was that he spoke proper English and I couldn’t understand him because I was used to speaking improper English or what is considered “Black English.” Or could it have been that I was used to hearing proper English and he wasn’t speaking proper English? My interviewer and I have nothing in common with our language but yet we live in the same country, follow most of the same costumes; we even live in the same state, and city.
When I began to understand the questions it was only because of the forceful but necessary need for me to understand him in order to proceed with as good of a chance at getting the job as I could. This is how the differences in languages evolve when people are forced to find ways to communicate they begin to combine their languages so that they can understand one another clearly with no miss understandings. This was something that was in that James Baldwin rises as a point in his speech “ A language comes into existence by means of brutal necessity, and the rules of the language are dictated by what language must convey”. This shows that people find ways to communicate because it is a necessity. My interviewer and I found a way to communicate but only because it was a necessity.
           The language lesson that I received at my interview taught me, taught me that there is never a real reason to judge anyone about the way they talk because we all talk differently and interrupt things differently, therefore we could have a million and one differ languages evolving in one day, but instead we stick to a way the we all know or can at least interrupt because communication is a necessity.
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NATIVO- 48 y baltimore


Hola, mi nombre es Estefan Carrillo y yo voy a la escuela de Science Leadership Academy. Mi comunidad se llama la Cuidad Universitaria. La gente en mi comunidad le gustan las cosas naturales, ellos también son muy  el medio ambiente amistoso. Hay mucha gente de todo el mundo y hay un grupo de gente de africana que le gusta jugar fútbol en un parque famoso aquí en la Ciudad Universitaria. La gente es muy libre y muchos hacen lo que quieren pero siguiendo las leyes. mi mural esta ubiqado en la 48 y baltimore en el cafe "Gold standard" 

 hay unas fotos de gente corriendo o haciendo ejercicio y la palabra “NATIVO”.  Yo escogí estas cosas porque mucha gente el mi comunidad hace ejercicio y escogí la palabra NATIVO y el teepee porque eso enseña que la gente que no vive en mi comunidad lo se olvida de sus raíces y enseñan contribuyen su cultura a la comunidad. Los colores yo escogí son el color naranja y hice las letras azul, verde y negro porque esos colores salen del papel y captura tu atención. Escogí el color naranja porque para mi es un color muy nativo y original. El color naranja fue muy bien con las fotos que yo tenia como en la foto de fútbol. El tema de mi mural es como la juventud sigue siendo nativo a la cultura de sus ancestros como se visten y como actúan y compran cosas nativas a su región. Yo estoy tratando de enviar un mensaje diciendo que si eres bueno al ambiente y haces cosas buenas como tus ancestros puedes hacer un gran cambio en el mundo.

          El rolo de el arte publico en mi opinión es una cosa artística que enseña un mensaje al mundo diciendo que es importante. Mi pedaco si tiene rollo porque tiene un mensaje fuerte y enseña una historia en una manera fuerte. Mi pedaco si es arte porque Walker cosa puede ser arte y el mio teine un mensaje. un cancion pudue ser arte tambien solo una foto de tu mismo puede ser arte. mi opinion en mi mural es que si es muy bonito porque tiene muchos colores y agara a tu antencion muy rapido porque tiene photos interesantes que te dan emocion ver las.  

Hecho por Estefan Carrillo  
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English Quarter 2 Benchmark

“Hey can you pass the plain begels?
“What did you say?”
“Pass the plain BEGELS!”

Pointing at a bagel and in one of those smart-ass tones he replies, “Oh, you want this?”

Frustrated, I say “yes.”

As the days went on, and we had bagels for breakfast every morning more people started to notice how I speak and pronounce things differently. For the first week and half most people’s reactions were



“Wait, what?”

“How do you pronounce this?
Or one of the most common one, “hahahahahaha!”


I have to admit, it was annoying after awhile. I would always try to explain to people that’s how I have said ‘bagel’ my whole life. Then I would have to pronounce other words I say weirdly. Everyone would be talking to me, asking to say different words. Each word I said, more people would come up to listen, staring at my mouth watching words come out, but hearing it differently then them. It was almost if everyday someone would come up to me with a different word to say. All ears open to just hear it be said wrong.

In James Baldwin’s essay, “If Black English Isn’t a Language, Then Tell me, What is?” he says,  “It goes without saying, then, that language is also a political instrument, means, and proof of power. It is the most vivid and crucial key to identify: It reveals the private identity, and connects one with, or divorces one from, the larger, public, or communal identity.”  Speaking the way I speak and pronouncing words differently then others can put me in a disadvantage or an advantage depending on how people look at it. I may be able to have power with the way I speak because people may listen to me since I sound different. It can also be a disadvantage because I say words differently people may judge and not want to listen. In some circumstances language can give me power. It depends on how people identify me based on the way I speak. Just because I talk loudly doesn’t mean people are going to listen.

With the way I talk and pronounce different words, it can cause conflict anywhere. This can mean when I am in public, people may not understand what I am trying to say. James Baldwin mentions in “If Black English Isn’t a Language, Then Tell me, What is?” how conflict can and does occur. “A Frenchman living in Paris speaks a subtly and crucially different language from that of the man living Marseilles; neither sounds very much like a man living in Quebec; and they would all have great difficulty in apprehending what the a man from Guadeloupe, or Martinique, is saying, to say nothing of the man from Senegal although the “common” language of all these areas is French.” Every time I try to pronounce different words to other people who speak English still have to ask me what I mean because of how I say words. These are the things that cause conflict because of misunderstanding but in the same language.

Language can describe a lot about a person. People can hear me say one sentence and judge how I speak. Not getting to know me, or even waiting to hear another sentence with words I pronounce “correctly”. How I say one word someone else may say it totally different only a few miles away. It can sometimes show the location of where one lives or is from. As I traveled the United States this summer on a teen tour it really showed that I was well represented from where I was from. There were the stereotypical accents from the south and I was not the only one that pronounced words differently. It showed me that everyone in the world has their own way of speaking. I learned it is unique and no one should be ashamed of his or her accent or how they pronounce certain words. I now don’t mind when people ask me over, and over again how I pronounce certain words.

The places I went to and the experiences I had this summer changed my outlook on language. The forty-four people I spent six and half weeks with on a coach bus from all over the United States were the ones that picked at the way I spoke the most. We all realized that we each said something weird or different because of where we were from. It was kind of likes learning our own foreign language. It was a mixed language of how we all talk that was unique and special to only us. In the beginning weeks conflict occurred with mixes of accents and pronunciation but later on we go used to it. I did not have to listen and judge how other people spoke because I and the other forty-four teenagers on my bus all realized we had our own identification. I was happy to see where my language fit in, in the world. 

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Uña y Carne con el Parque - 265 Oeste Mt. Pleasant Ave. Philadelphia PA

Editado : Andora Myftaraj, Callie Monroe, Gina Dukes, Nia Hammound


Mi nombre es Samuel Lovett-Perkins y soy muralista en Mt. Airy. El nombre de mi mural es “ Uña y Carne con el Parque”. La construcción está ubicada en 265 oeste Mount Pleasant Ave. Filadelfia PA USA. El mural representa la importancia de parques en la historia y cultura de mi barrio. Ese foco con el parque de la Wissahickon. El parque estaba en Mt. Airy para muchos anos y tiene un río en el medio. Muchas personas caminan en los senderos y ven los árboles, el río y el medio ambiente. El parque tiene historia, las casas de la era de colonial. Por los pedestres ese tiene una restaurante y pueden montar a caballo. La zona tiene mucha historia y la diversión con la simplicidad del medio ambiente.


        Mi mural represente el barrio de Mt. Airy con los imágenes. Mi personalidades favoritos son las mariposas y el libro. Los dos simbolizan cómo muchos personas leen en los bancos cerca del río, y como los libros pueden vivir en tu cabeza. Además ese tiene una conexión de el tema totalmente, media ambiente. El otro imagen izquierda de el libro, es un perro. Muchas personas usan los senderos y caminan sus peros. Es importante que los animales y la personas reciben ejercicio. El abono en el rincón a la izquierda represente las personas, en la comunidad muchas personas aprecian el mundo y usa abono y no desperdicio comida. Finalmente la mesa representa el restaurante en el parque se llama Valle Verde Teberna. El mural tiene muchos aspectos natural  por ejemplo los animales y madera. Ese represente la comunidad porque muchas personas creen que el medio ambiente es muy importante. Una residente de Mt. Airy Alexa Dunn dice (traducir de español) “Yo vivio en Mt. Airy todo mi vida. Yo tuvo una conexión con el parque de Wissahickon. Durantes los fines de semanas yo corrió y ando en bicicleta en el parque”. Por lo tanto los colores represente el medio ambiente con las plantas verdes y marrónes. El mensaje que quiero empoderar, las personas salen ellos casas y aparté con la televisión. Entonces las personas recuerden sobre todos los opciones natural en sus zona.


El arte público tiene mucha importancia en una comunidad. El arte representa las ideas de la comunidad y la historia de la zona. El mundo tiene mucha tipos diferentes de arte publico. Los ejemplos incluyen vandalismo y murales. Para mi el vandalismo representa el arte de un individual, similar con una marca. Los murales representa la comunidad, los mejor murales fueron creados por la comunidad para la comunidad. El papel de un mural es contar la historia del barrio o las personas viviendo ahí. Mi mural satisface el papel. Se depictar las personas viejas con las casas de piedra y las personas ahora con los animales y el abono. El mural es una perfecta represente de Mt. Airy. Para mi, me gusta porque representa como yo veo mi barrio y ese tuvo muchas memorias cuando era niño.

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'En tus manos'- 2401 S. 67th St. Filadelfia, PA


Artista declaración 

            Hola,  mi nombre es Gina Dukes y mi mural llamado, 'En tus mano’ esta ubicado en la escuela de Bartram en 2401 S. 67th St. Filadelphia, PA 19142 de Sur Oeste Filadelfia. Mi barrio es vibrante con una mezcla de culturas, con muchos inmigrantes de Asía y África Oeste. Según un articulo de Blackbottom que contar la historia de Sur Oeste, los primero personas que movieron a Sur Oeste era desde Sweden. En los anos de 1960’s, Africanos Americanos empezaron mover en Sur Oeste, pero la mayoría de populación era 95% Blanco con y 5% Negro. Sorprendentemente ahora la comunidad es muy diferente. Según a ‘CityData’, un sitio web con mucho datos de Filadelfia, ahora la populación es 60% Negro, 20% Blanco, 15% Asiático, y 5% Hispánico. Mi abuela moviera a Sur Oeste en el ano de 1984 cuando hay era mucho polémico tensión de racismo con los Africanos Americanos y los Americanos Blancos. Además, en los 80's, cuando Negros movieron a los comunidades donde era muchos Blancos, los Negros tenían mucho discriminación. La comunidad experimentado ‘Vuelo Blancos’, cuando muchos Blancos salieron. Hoy mi comunidad es llenado con personas que son luchando para sobrevivir en el economía difícil, pero mi comunidad también es llenado con esperanza para el futuro.

            Mi mural, "En tus manos", revela muchas cosas sobre la comunidad Sur Oeste como las culturas y los valores. Las temas de mi mural son esperanza, éxito, y valores positivos. La mural es diseñada con una niño joven que es moreno, y su brazos son muy abierta y en su mano es un mundo grande con fotos que simbolizar un mejor futuro con éxito, felicidad, y buenas cosas en la futura. También la mural tiene imágenes con personas de otros razas que Negro, porque Sur Oeste es un comunidad con una mezcla de rases juntos. Yo hecho el fondo con los colores azul y amarillo porque yo querría a mural estar vibrante y inspirar y empoderar otras. El significativo para mi mural es que el represente los jóvenes con el futuro en sus manos porque ellos son los líderes de mañana. Pienso es un bueno mensaje para el mural, porque el mural esta en la escuela de Bartram donde muchos personas no completan la escuela o obtienen éxito. Yo querría comunica a los jóvenes en Bartram que ellos tienen algo esperar para.

            Para mi, lo más importante papel de arte publico es a educar la comunidad, juntar un comunidad, y hacer la comunidad muy bonita. Desde mi punto de vista, mi arte completo la papel de arte publico porque mi mural educa los jóvenes sobre un futuro mejor, juntar la comunidad por juntar los jóvenes y hace la comunidad muy bonita porque la mural hace la escuela mejor. Así lo veo, arte es algo que es un expresión de tus sentimientos con creatividad y mi arte tiene los características. Entonces mi mural esta arte. Me gusta mi mural mucho y yo esperar por un mural nueva como mi mural en mi comunidad, especialmente para las jóvenes en escuela porque arte tiene el poder a cambiar la comunidad.

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Do I Sound Familiar ?

Octavius Collins

Do I sound Familiar?


“ I had a dream like Martin Luther lil bit of hope. Say if Rosa never at, and Malcolm never spoke. Prolly catch me the woods hanging from a rope.”


“ Damn Tav who said that?

“Meek Mill.”

“You listen to him?” My friend says in a cautious voice.

“Yea, that’s my boy. (Finishes lyrics)


            Whenever I’m with my friends I tend to speak with a lot of slang. Half the time I don’t complete my words, substitute correct words for slang words and I do a lot of cussing. I speak in a way that defines myself, but I change up when necessary. I think of myself as a “slang slinger.” Sometimes I even talk to my teachers in slang. Trying to teach them something new. I know how to use proper English, & I’ve never been told I say certain things or that I have a problem with my pronunciation.


From my mother’s prospective I talk like “ an angry black teen.” To myself, in a way that identifies myself as a young black teen. My language reflects my childhood. I use words with my friend’s just express a certain feeling or meaning during the conversation. I’m not just full of profanity and slang, like I said I was taught to use proper language, I just chose when it’s appropriate and when I should use it.            


I had a job interview during my freshman year for The Franklin Institute. I manage myself well I as greeted everyone in the room with a “Hello” or “Good Evening.” Questions like:

“Why would you be a good explainer for the PACTS program? What changes could you positively bring to the PACTS program if given this job opportunity? Who do you look up to in the PACTS program and will you step up and take someone else under your wing when you’re apprentice leaves?”

I answered every question, brought up by my fellow explainers, in complete sentences. An individual from the group of explainers and supervisors pulled me to the side and went on about how impressed he was, as a peer of minds, to as how I handle myself in the interview room. He admitted that he didn’t think I had the type of language in me considering the fact that he spent 4 years of his life with me outside of supervision or adults.            

        I’ve learned when and when not to use slang and proper language as I’ve grown up. There has been a time when I was young and I’ve walked up to an older adult such as my grandmother and said

“ wassup.”

“Don’t ever talk to your grandmother like that again!”

That was similar to the response I was given from my mom. 

From the moment on slang coming out of my mouth was only used around my friends but as I got older if I was to use slang around my mom it was I who was joking, playing around. My 8th grade year was when I learned how and when to use proper English. I had to get ready for upcoming interviews so my mom began prepping me. I learned to sit up right when I answered questions. I learned to answer questions in complete sentences, and to keep a positive mindset throughout the whole interview. The more practice I received with and from my mom I by the date of my 8th  grade interviews I was superfluous. Walked in greeted the interviewees with firm handshakes, and continued on with conversations that started like, 

"How are you today?"
"I'm fine yourself?"
"I'm excellent, lets began this interview."

"What made you apply to our school?"
"I applied after reading a brief overview about your school, and then further during research about the school to see if I'd be interested in spending the rest if my years at your school."
For the most part I answered the whole interview with answers like that. I was asked questions further on in the interview about how I could change the school, positive effects I could bring etc. there was a connection between interviews from school and work and how I handled myself. They all consisted of questions that would briefly have me answer and define why and how I could bring change to school/work. " A language which can connect their identity to, one capable of communicating the realities and value true to themselves." To me that quote means, someone who can't be real with themselves as they communicate to others isn't capable of communicating with others.
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The Power of One's Voice

"Shut up fatty, go eat a burger!"

"Can't catch us, Fat Albert!"

"He can't climb that rope, he's too fat."

Just an everyday routine at my lower grade school, J.S. Jenks. I was about 7 years old and I was constantly made fun of because I was a little chubby. I wasn't fat. That's what I wanted to say, but it was if my voice was taken away from me because people had stronger voices than I did. I could speak well in class and solve problems but when it was recess or that short period of time where it's time to change class, or if there was that 'class talk' where everyone starts talking for some reason, my classmates always wiggled in a few moments to tease me on my weight. 

These 'friends' (they told me to do X, or else Y will happen. Peer pressure.) of mine always found a way to make me feel lower than I was. And I started to believe them. Not to an extent that I believed that I was fat, but the fact that I couldn't speak out to them and prove them wrong. 

I talked with teachers and my parents about it. My parents didn't help much. My mom told me to ignore them, and if that didn't work, tell the teacher. I didn't want to tell the teachers because then I'd look like a snitch, and that'd put me in a worse situation than I was already in. I probably wouldn't be able to step into the school if I told a teacher I just couldn't speak out. I was muted by them.

That's when I told my parents enough is enough. I didn't want to hear this broken record play for the rest of my life. I asked them if I could change schools. They took this into consideration and we eventually found Green Woods Charter School, a nature school in the middle of a forest. I liked the fact that the school was in a forest, because I loved animals at the time, but I was sort of afraid of what people would think of me. 

The first year came awkwardly for me. I tried to get into some of the lingo that passed around the school, but, to me, it felt unnatural. I'd listen to what words and inside jokes the kids used, like 'salmon cannon' or 'weapon' (they pronounced it Wee-pon) and I repeated them, but they gave me this look of confusion. It was a good idea in my head to mimic my classmates, but when I said what they said, it just made my classmates feel awkward and make me look stupid. So I dropped the idea of trying to sound like them and continued to remain silent and do things on my own. When I was paired up in a group, I let them plan without objections, and if there was any work they wanted me to get done, I would do it.

The months went by and I started to grow taller and thinner. I was pretty happy about my thinning up, also knowing that the kids wouldn't make fun of my weight. I also started to learn the tones in which people speak in; like whether or not this person is good to talk to or not. I had a few verbal tussles here and there before I started to get the hang of it, but I still didn't know how to prove someone wrong about somethings. I'd either stay away from the person or people that would try to take me down, or just ignore what they say and keep silent. It made things slightly easier for me to use my voice, but I wanted to make it so that that person wouldn't confront me about dilemmas, like how I ran, or how I spent time with a person with some sort of mental disorder that liked anime. (He probably had ADD or something. I'm not trying to sound rude. Just saying what I observed over the years).

That's when the 3rd year of school came along and I met 2 important people who are still my friends today. The first person I met and became close friends with was a girl named Avalon. Our meeting was somewhat spontaneous; it happened when I was playing my recorder. She commented on my music, saying, "Isn't that song from Naruto?". Fearing that if I said something, she would retort in such a way that would make me feel like I was at Jenks, I turned the other cheek, put my recorder away, and left her. The next day, I saw her sit in front of me on the school bus and pull out a hard back covered book. Tempted, I peered over the seat to see that she had various drawings in the book. Being a novice artist myself, I asked if I could see. She obliged and gave me the book to look through. I was bedazzled by how good her drawings were. I gave the sketchbook back, saying that she drew very well.

"Thanks," she replied, "You play recorder pretty well."

"Thanks," I replied, "It's… the song I'm practicing is from Naruto. It's like when they're going to fight and stuff."

"I knew I heard that somewhere. Cool stuff!"

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Avalon. And yours?"

"Phoenix. Good to meet you."

And the friendship began there with her. Awkward way to meet, huh? Sometimes, I pondered with Avalon how we had met up and how strange it was.

We had much in common with each other. I learned about her and her past experiences with people she didn't like and how she actually spoke out at them. I was amazed at how she was able to do that. I didn't know I couldn't speak up for myself if my life depended on it then. 

We formed a tight bond together, before I found my second friend who is a junior at the school I'm writing I'm at now. Her name is Quinn. Avalon had struck up a conversation with her while I was doing something for someone. I can't quite remember what I was doing, but Avalon had introduced her to me and, after sharing our similarities, differences, and life experiences, we became good friends as well. It was weird to me at the time. I didn't know how to feel about how my friend's ways of speaking out. Avalon spoke her heart when needed, and Quinn did the same, or kept quiet about some situations.

Their care-free ways of speaking comforted me in a way. They made me comfortable with what came out of my mouth. They gave me a feeling of confidence in myself, something I didn't really have when I was at Jenks. That confidence soon turned into a strong voice which stumbled across some words and tended to over-elaborate, but 'twas a strong voice nonetheless. They helped me gain my voice again and they later gave me the ability to use what a person says against them. 

For example; if a person insults me in a way, like say, "Man you are an idiot," I'll turn their voice against them and maybe say something on the lines of, "How dare you call me an idiot! I'm a moron, I prefer to be called as such!" This will either cause whoever insulted me to either look confused and not talk to me, or lead into a pointless argument before they figure out I'm toying with their voice.   I plan on keeping this ability if I'm in a a verbal situation that I want to get out of.

Later I read up about how people in stories had problems with their voices, like me. I read a story called 'Black English Language'  by James Baldwin. He had said that, "What joins all languages and all men is the necessity to confront life, in order, not inconceivably, to outwit death. The price for this acceptance and achievement of one's temporal ability." What I could understand from this is that what makes us speak is to survive and not be alone. I could relate to this. I wanted that connection in my life. I wanted to survive in the world, but I had nothing to cling to. I don't know what would happen if I stayed alone and silent the rest of my life. I understood now how important it is to speak and not let my voice be capsized by others who dislike the unique sounds that escape from my mouth. 

Now, I'm not afraid to use my voice to counter what a person says when someone tried to mute me. I will never be what I was when I was 7; one without confidence in my voice. I know now to keep my voice strong and in check.

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El País, 738 Grakyn Lane

 Vivo en Roxborough, una comunidad muy bonita. No hablo con muchas personas en mi barrio, pero tengo unos amigos quienes viven en Roxborough. La mayoría de las personas quienes viven en Roxborough son blancas. No hay muchas razas, y no me gusta eso, pienso que debe haber más razas. Quiero más diversidad en mi barrio. En Roxborough hay otros lugares, y vivo en Andorra. Se llama Andorra porque es como el país, hay muchos árboles, y parques. Mi casa está casi en un bosque, y me gusta esto mucho, así lo veo que es muy bonito, para mi que todas las comunidades deben tener un bosque. No quiero que mi comunidad cambie, porque me gusta tal como es ahora. Otras personas quieren más casas, pero pienso que debe ser como el país todavía. Muchas personas en Andorra son amables. No hay muchos murales en Andorra, pero la comunidad va a ser mejor cuando los tenga.

Mi mural ubicado en 738 Grakyn Lane, en la pared de un casa. La tema mayor de mi mural es el medio ambiente, y que el medio ambiente es muy importante para el mundo, y Andorra también. El medio ambiente es muy importante para Andorra porque Andorra se llama Andorra porque el país tiene un medio ambiente el mismo de Andorra, y cuando no tenemos muchos árboles, y flores, va a ver diferente como el país Andorra. Mi mural no cuenta la historia de Andorra, porque no es una historia muy interesante. Muchos de los imágenes en mi mural son verdes, este es porque muchas flores son verdes. Verde es el color que muchas personas piensan de cuando ellos escuchan la palabra medio ambiente. El propósito de mi mural es que las personas quienes ven el mural son que el medio ambiente es muy importante. Desde mi punto de vista,  Lo más importante es el medio ambiente, porque el mundo no vas a ser el mundo sin el medio ambiente mismo.

Así lo veo, el arte público no es necesario para la comunidad, pero es muy bonito, y la comunidad es mejor con el arte publico. El grafiti es arte público, pero es un delito. El grafiti pueden ser muy bello, y es bueno para la comunidad cuando es bello, o en un lugar bueno para la comunidad, cuando no es mal para unas personas. En mi opinión, mi mural es arte publico, porque es de una pared que es no muy importa, y la comunidad pueden ver que es importante a nosotros.  Mucho de el arte público está creadas por personas quienes son muy talentosos. Mi mural es arte, porque todas las cosas, como grafiti, y también el vandalismo son arte, y el papel de el arte público es para ser bonito. Así lo veo, que mi mural es bueno, pero puedo tener más de la diversidad, porque debe ser más diverso en Andorra. También debo tener más colores en mi mural, verde es bueno y representa el medio ambiente, pero más colores son buenos.

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Mi Barrio, Mt Airy.

Taylor stover

January 10th 2011

Espanol 3


Mt. Airy, barrio es muy diversos. Hay muchas personas diferentes. Hay mucho familias, y todos son interesantes. La familia es muy grande en mi barrio, casi todo el mundo es agradable. La gente es muy de bienvenida, es por lo general tranquilo excepto en ave de Germantown. Durante los fines de semana, la gente va al ave Germantown para la diversion. Los restaurantes y las tiendas son grandes! Mucho de mi amigos vivir cerca de mi. Hay varias familias de todas las razas y muchas relaciones diferentes. Hay muchas formas de transporte y todo muy seguro. Hay muchas maneras de involucrase en Mt. Airy. La basura recoge, andar de perro, y ser bueno persona. Casas pueden ser muy largo y muy pequeno. Hay muchas cafes y resturantes. Escogi Mt. Airy por todas razones. No tenemos rico que hacer rico. Hay muchos lugares para comer, muchos opciones para los vegetarianos. La criminalidad es muy baja en Mt Airy. Todas personas es civilizada y saben como comportarse. Todas personas premite sus animals de correas y los gatos estan en todas partes fuera. Hay parques para los animals y a los ninos en Mt. Airy. En Mt. Airy los ninos se encuentran en la escuela, y el parque, los ninos son tranquilas. No hay nada perturbacion. Muchas balnearios y yoga y relajarse lugares. En Mt. Airy hay toda tipo de persona. Gay, rectos, blanco, negro, y la lista continua. Nadie los juzga sobre nada. Esta bein que usted mismo. Hay muchos homosexuals y transexuales en me barrio. Ellos son aceptados como lo deben ser no hay una persona los discrimen porque es no justo. Mi familia es biracial y sentimos suficiente. Mis vecinos son de Iraq, y son ejemplos como alguien puede vivir aca y sentir seguro. La gente puede caminar tarde por la noche y no tiene que preocuparse. Sugeririo esta barrio para las familias, es pecialmente con los ninos pequenos. En mi mural, representado la gente y idea de mi barrio. En Mt. Airy no hay graffiti o vandalismo, hay pintura mural y mucho arte. Todo es muy bonito y comfortables. 

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