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I am From

I am from the parks,

From Citizens Bank Park and the Spectrum.

I am from the stoop sitting neighborhood.


I am from the parks,

The football

whose grass stained tackles I could taste.


I am from my friends,

From the trust worthy I got your back people.

Im from the no strings attached,

from the serious.


I am from the un-diverse neighborhood,

The cold winters, hot summers,

friends right around he corner neighborhood,


I am from the inspired,

the hardworking,

the gifted.

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Where I'm From

I’m from

the wave less curves and
movement on the paper from the pencil
the smooth combination of words
moving to their own beat
the poetic lyrics
moving through the endless
and limitless mind
I’m from the
"Be as free as a stallion
running through the fields"
Type of poetry thang

I’m from
the consequences
of being sulked and submerged
in the devil’s taste
seeing the movement of objects
that aren’t really there
From the let’s go have fun

From girls night out

Or guys free night
Type of one night stand thang

I’m from
some ignorant
and multied emotional eyes
From the side snickers and comments
that always revolve in a circular motion around
but never towards me
From the rolling of eyes
but inspired action
the "She'll never be good enough,
she's nothing."
Type of girl jealousy thang

I’m from
some moving as freely
as a ballet dancer
the not holding back,
breaking out
the crazy and fun rapid movement
of the frame and physic
the "Go on girl, do your thang"
Type of dancer thang

I’m from
I’ve been to more funerals than close friends
lonely nights laying
looking at the ceiling
wondering why not me?
From the that’s a cat scratch and I fell down
the steps marks
the long nights yelling and debating with
my authorities that have yet to realize
my full potential
From lost childhood and lost innocence
A gift that was taken by force and can never be given
Type of abusive thang

I’m from
some repeated beats
with the words changing
until it gets to the chorus
the precussion mixing slowly
with the classical music
the voice and tone escaping my mouth
to create a sympathy
that moves the crowd
the multi racial and artists
creating the change of people
to create a better world and society
Type of singer thang

I’m from
some dark, colored,
and faded skinny jeans
the Converse and All Stars'
swiftly moving across the solid
and unbreakable pavement
the plain but colored
sequenced t-shirts
the "I"m kinda a tomboy
and it's comfortable"
Type of skater girl thang
I’m from
just being beautiful me

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New buttons on blog create page

Public or Private

​​​We made some changes to the blog create page over the summer. There is a new "Visibility" toggle that you can click to make the blog public or private. It looks like this.

visibility

If you select private than only those with user accounts on the site can see the blogpost. However if you hit public everyone who visits can see it. It defaults to public so make sure you don't forget to set private if you want it to private.




Embed Content Button


On the bottom of the blog form next to the button to insert pictures and whatnot there is a new button. It says "Paste Embed Code" and thats all the instructions you need. Simple click that and paste any embed code inside the new window. No more dealing with pesky html yourselves. 
embed code button

Ok so we aren't going to lie and say that tagging was never broken. We saw the complaints and have fixed all of the bugs. if you separate tags by commas now they all will become their own individual tag. Also if you forgot to hit enter now, its cool. Tagging will take whatever is in the field too and make it a tag.


The last feature to announce will be the new google integration on the site. Look forward to the announcement in the next few days.

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RSS Features

​We have added RSS feeds to most of the pages. You can get a feed of the blogposts for an individual course page, an individual tag page, or the global blog page. 


Getting Global Blog RSS Feed

All you need is the link for this one. It's "scienceleadership.org/blog/rss".

Getting Tag RSS Feed

First you need to think of the tag you want your blogpost to filter by. We will use the Homepage tag in the example url. The url would be "scienceleadership.org/tags/Homepage/rss" but you could replace Homepage with any tag you want to see. 




Getting Course Section RSS Feed

This one is a little tricker instructions are as follows:


1. Go to the Course Page 
2. Go all the way to the bottom and click the rss icon that looks like this



3. Copy that link and use it wherever you want. 
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I am from... more or less.

​I am from streets.
New York streets, Philly streets and not the streets that have cleaners and doormen or polished gold gates. 

I am from policed streets and not because they feel safer to patrol such a godly good ghost town but because for once they have stepped up to the call of beaten wives and frightened children hiding in their basements with their little cousins crying more because he has to see her beaten down and cornered into her own insecurity that now she lies their humbling like it were a role mean't to be played specifically by her. 
I am from rags to riches only hypothetically speaking however, from a place my heart has created to survive from the punctures that it once endured alone for years it must conquer the mentality and reality in my mind only to pretend I'll beat the odds, pretending might just be enough to make it maybe and I won't be that girl with a baby I'm going to college I'll be the first and my mother would never let me forget it. 
I am from a place where murders would be less punishable than ignorance or unintelligence, where to be belittled by a man who acts like a boy would hypocritically make you damned.I have unfortunately not been able to see a women escape that damnation personally but I've heard its like being reborn from a phoenix heart as on fire and alive.
I am from abnormal is normality and to be anything else foreign. 
I am from is not where I will be or where I'm going, that is the farthest place in my future forgetting who I am is not worth fame because fulfillment is only the feeling of achievement and that is where I am from. 
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I'm From By: Yasmeen Brownlee

I’m From the suburban apartment area
to the gantsa downtown Philly
I’m From the smell of clean and
to the foggy ciggarette smog that follows in my footsteps
I’m from the Vegan whole foods meals
to the vegetarian any were meals
I’m From caring and overly loving family
to the outright hilarious entourage
I’m from the immediate family of five
down to the disheveled and put together family of four
To be continued...
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I am From

I am from everywhere all at the same time.

From transcontinental culture,

and hometown warmth

I am from my family at its prime.


I am from France

From oven baked baguette

that sounds a symphony of crinkled bliss

when you break it

From the rustic cobblestones of Paris

they outline the decrepitly beautiful city in a sea of gray brick.

I am from La Chapelle, a village one usually finds only by chance.


I am from the influence of Morocco

From vegetable dyed maroon rugs

Made with love and not malice

From Belly dancing and Arabic music

that contorts and shakes

I am from the love j'ai por tata zboo.


I am from Philadelphia

From City of Brotherly Love

of water ice and cheesesteaks

I don't really like them…

but it doesn't mean I don't cherish them

From Fairmont where I grew up

but wasn't born.

From playing on slate side walk

hands gritty with chalk

skipping hopscotch

I am from the childhood

that I only wish I could have cling to when it was possible


I am from the demons

that I survived

and conquered

I am from me

Pure, simple,

and real

I am from me.


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I Am From

I am from struggle

Determination to do better than my family members

I can’t count on others but on my self

From tears and laughs

Smiles that are fake as plastic

I’m a goof ball

And serves a fantastic ball as well

And dribbles at my own risk

I am from music that soothes the soul

Where talking to others is hard

Who mom expects everything from you

Who little brother is just annoying

And my little sister who I call “Girl”

Working and Learning a priority

Christians who believe in God

Where pizza and hot dogs are a main food

Guess its just our favorite

I am from almost drowning in a pool

From always being the short chubby girl

Now I am the one they want

I am from a dangerous place

But the people only see that

Not the good in the area

I am from doing what I love most

Living and caring for those who care for me

I’m from things that turn into disasters

Hard to over come things

But do live through the hard times

I am from “ what if my father would love me “

Never had one to do so

Whom mom struggles but it strong

I’m from a life where wrong is right and right is wrong

Either way, I am from me and I plan to stay that way

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I'm from

I'm from Philadelphia, born and raised.

I'm from the warm spring breezes and the biting autumn gusts through it

I'm from the sag of my couches, the foreigners of my speakers, and the songs of my radiators

I'm from Christine and Edward, and Louis, Elizabeth, and Gabriel, and even Cody and Zane

I'm from Sunday dinners

I'm from the promises not to tell mom

I'm from the ink soaked seats and the filth laden floors of a school bus

I'm from tying my hair back and licking mom's spoon

I'm from swimming in the knitted blankets of my father's back seat

I'm from the scraped knees, bruised elbows, and bumped heads that I donned

I'm from the gentle and all powerful hands of God

I'm from the denial and resistance of these things as well as the eventual acceptance of them

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I AM FROM

Rugeiatu Bah
Where I'm From

I'm from a strong world, wars has destroy us, dusty, sandy, people suffering, I go day by day wondering what if?

A reason to why mankind hates his own hometown.

A calm soul, humble and hard working soul

Helpful, happy and fun, Where I'm From? Different

system Been Thur hell still standing on it's two feet,

Where I'm From?

The life of a lonely man, it's own world.

Teddy, Chernoh, Jenneh, Jimmy, Umaru, separated families

Where we from?

Friendly hot and tiredly, rich and fresh, cold air blowing you from head to toe.

Cook dry rice and fish every Saturday for dinner

Attend Mosque every Friday, pray five times a day, fast for months from dawn to sunset.

Rice! The love of our life, for 16 years we have been eating this dish till this day we still loved it.
    Went from having someone take care of me to me taking care of myself,
From a 75-80 degrees weather to a 90- 100 degrees weather,

From a two season ,(dry season and raining season)

To a four season (fall, winter, summer, spring)

Where I’m From? We don’t pay bills, our money value more a dollar is worth 50 dollar.

    Who Am I ?

The type the person who just love to dance, chill back , not worrying about other people business but my own,

 A lucky girl who came to the united state at the age of 10,

     Type of person who will never forget where they came from,

WHY? Because I am From Africa, Born A Rise.






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I Am From

I am from animals stuffed with love and magic,

From open doors and smiling faces.

I am from the creek down the street.

(filled with untold wonders,

unmarked by the trail)

I am from not one place

But many

Traveled to by car and plane

Searching for a place I call home.

I’m from loving faces of smaller mammals,

            From a crowing rooster in the morning.

I’m from a small sunny city

             with parents moving to Philly

 I’m from she needs to talk more

             To details, details, details!

I’m from numerous nick names

            Deprived from book to my world connections,

            Thanks to my freshman year.

I’m from the golden coast of California,

            With recyclable everything.

From albums filled with memorable photos,

            Filled of people there’s yet to meet

            Along with long lost memories I have yet to keep.

Different places called home all in different places,

One in Nigeria, Maryland, and Philly

I am from the world,

Grown with help from love and happiness.

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A Place Called Home


I am from rolling plains,
from glistening beaches and golden sunshine.
I am from the blood red poinsettia flowers
    painting the landscape with colors of harmony,
    love and joy.
I am from the sizzling sound of bacon
    greeting me each and every morning
    along with golden brown eggs.
I am from the hand-built hammock
    that lays beneath me as I fall asleep
    and comforts me like a true friend.
I am from Grammy and Pop Pop
    who strengthens the soul inside me
I am from Uncle Freddie and Aunt Patty
    who always have a funny joke to tell.
I am from all those crazy Christmases, Thanksgivings and picnics
    that bring back so many tearful memories,
    giggles and delight.
I am from the remember your pasts
    and the you can do it alls
The always try something new
    and stay true to your self.
I am from "Our Father"
    and long church services
I am from guava smoothies
    and rice with peas
From exotic fruits to lean red meat.
I am from those long soccer games
    that drifted into the night
And those plum coconuts that offered a refreshing drink afterwards.
I am from triumphant memories, shattered dreams, foolish mistakes and gained hope
I am from Jamaica, a place called home.
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I Am From

 I am from the old, red bricks of my house,
From the bushes and trees that decorate the front porch.
From dozens of spider webs in the bushes
that glisten like diamonds in the light.
I am from the inconsistent smell
that ranges from mouth-watering chicken to revolting raw sewage.
I am from the black goliath that distracts me for hours and the video games that aid it.
I am from German sheppards and pit bulls,
From their daily walks and monthly baths.
I am from the chicken, pasta, steak, and vegetables I look forward to each night.
I am from the blaring alarm at six in the morning,
And the “Time for bed” at ten o’ clock at night.
I am from Philadelphia, Chicago, Las Vegas, and Gambier.
I am from a family that’s like a bag of mixed nuts,
each with a different color, texture, and personality.
I’m from embarrassing photographs
and boredom-inducing school studying
I am from the music I listen to,
the stories I write,
the characters I create,
the joys they bring.
I am from nightly storms that keep me awake at night,
and the smoldering heat that greets me over the summer.
I am from all of these things,
like a complex equation that adds up to me.
A complex equation only I can understand,
and I hardly understand it myself.

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Where I'm From Matt Ferry

I’m not from a place out of the ordinary,
I’m from the place many of us come from,
and all of us live in.
I’m from Philadelphia.

I like to create things,
like art, ideas and inspiration.
I’m not artist or philosopher,
or someone that can come close to the words “amazing” or “perfect.”
I’m average at most things, it’s fair to say,
But I still like to do my best everyday.
I’ve put in blood, ideas, pain, and re-inviting
to get to where I am today
and I’ve still got quite a way to go
to where I finally want to be.

I enjoy the simple things,
that aren’t money or bickering.
I’d rather be outside,
than in a house,
an office,
a store.
I like to hike,
and bike
and run.

I’m competitive,
and I don’t know when to quit.
I like to say what I think,
without hesitation.
I’m a bit stupid,
and can sometimes be a bit of a dick.
They sometimes say the strongest of us are a sensitive,
which I am.
Sensitivity is a major part of me,
but isn’t one that I usually do express.
I’ve got a small group of friends,
who know this part of me.
They know everything there is to know,
from my flaws, to my strengths,
to even my greatest weaknesses and fears.
My friends are one of the most important things to me.
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I Am From

I'm from the never ending sound of the sirens speeding around the corner

the loud rican music playing from mini hondas driven by boricuas

breaking the necks of those young girls awaiting to grow up

awaiting for their insides to be ripped out and to be able to yell the various names of those running the corners

not knowing that the day that will happen will be the last day of their lives.

Im from the swaying back and forth on the race to reach the sky

become high but only enough to reach their dreams

little kids at the park trying to get away from the problems at home 

Im from the sound of words of pain being thrown by my parents because they no longer love each other

or do they

who knows

they leave and come as they please and but they don't realize that they hurt me and him

the little five year old about to start kindergarden, being left confused on why ?

the sound of slamming doors because maybe if its slammed hard enough then maybe the problems will die down and be left alone not brought up anymore so that they can return to their daily lives.

I am from the sound of the ball bouncing in his finger tips being passed dribbled, and shot only to miss

Miss the life he coulda had if he had just left it alone

not went looking for trouble

not went looking for a taste of his own medicine

and in the end only left to lay on a wheelchair for the rest of his life

if only he woulda walked away maybe 

but you see in this place their is no maybe's nor are their  any what if's or any second chances

you either move on to bigger and better things or you're stuck here for the rest of your life

you either leave behind the sound of gun shots at the park while you hear the sirens int he distant

you either leave or your stuck here wondering if maybe one day that person being taken away int he stretcher will be you

you either leave or you sit here and wonder what could have been of you if you had left.

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Where I'm From

Katherine Hatzidais: 

I’m from the hills where no flatland survives.

I’m from the green trees and the flowing crick.

I’m from the honeysuckles we use to pick.

I’m from the old country and also from New Jersey.

I’m from potatoes & feta cheese.

I’m from the top shelf where all the treasures are found.

I’m from the neighbors who make all the sound.

I’m from the top of the steps on Christmas day.

From assume you will make an ASS out of U and ME.

But I’m from a place where fun can be.

I’m from the old-fashioned family.

From the ones who don’t belong.

I’m not from the place where good is good enough.

I’m from you won’t survive if you don’t act tough.

I’m from the string bean and meatball dish.

From the stuffed peppers.

I’m not from the American stuffed peppers.

I’m from a pool where family and friends are invited.

I’m from a taco dip that’s oh so tasty.

I’m from the summer where it’s so zesty.

I’m from my bed full of pillows.

I’m from a small town.

But I’m from many places. 

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I Am From...

From an area of a lot of trees
From the smells of nature undisturbed
From a house with a television, a stove
And a computer
From my mom, my stepfather
And my fish
From dinner that I eat
And movies that I watch
I’m from respect, love
And caring
From learning and success
From happy and sad
At times
From the thought that humans are destroying the world
From the foods pizza, shrimp
And hamburgers
From Sprite, lemonade,
And Mountain Dew, only blue
From the memories of going to the zoo
And the scary first day of school
From a climate of warmth
And cold for a while
From a place where everyone stays in their home
With no interaction
I’m from a place where I sleep and eat
Not Heaven, but
This is where I’m from
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I'm from Poem

I’m From Poem 9/9/11

I’m from the dark and lonely
        Streets in the ghetto
        Graffiti covered
Neighborhood of people not to talk to,
From the house of the living
Leaky roofs, and the flooded ground
To the waft of incents
        That single orange tree
        Emanating its soft aroma
I am from the comfort of a stuffed dog
Dark clothing swaddles me
As sweet mango and coconut cover the pain,
I am from my mama and my abuelita
From the nenes and nenas that know me
Thanksgiving in which we first met
Or the birthdays we all celebrate
I am from the yell of ‘Be quiet’
        ‘Don’t make me get your mother’
        but ‘I love you’
I am from ‘Remember your past’
        ‘Go get a job, don’t embarrass yourself’
From rice and beans to chicken and greens
From sing it loud to dancing in the streets
I am from the drawing on the table,
The girl in the photo
The singer on the stage, but the quiet poet in the corner

I am from ME
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Where I'm From

I am from dusty drawers that haven't been opened in years,

from wood polish and rags.

I am from the music who has the shame of not being listened to.


I am from the cracks between the sidewalk,

taking in all of the dirt

never forgetting where it came from.


I'm from the squeaky space in the door and under the floor boards.

I'm from the loud and the soft.

I'm from the confused and the straightforward.


I'm from the old and the new,

being told this and that.

I'm from the close and the distant,

from when my and granddad didn't talk for 12 years.

I'm from the knee my grand mom replaced 3 times,

just to walk. 


In my drawer is an envelope,

saving up hope,

pushing keeping in the good, 

not sure if its in my grasp.

I am from 16 years,

feeling like a blink of an eye.

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Where I'm From

Katherine Hatzidais

​I’m from the hills where no flatland survives.

I’m from the green trees and the flowing crick.

I’m from the honeysuckles we use to pick.

I’m from the old country and also from New Jersey.

I’m from potatoes & feta cheese.

I’m from the top shelf where all the treasures are found.

I’m from the neighbors who make all the sound.

I’m from the top of the steps on Christmas day.

From assume you will make an ASS out of U and ME.

But I’m from a place where fun can be.

I’m from the old-fashioned family.

From the ones who don’t belong.

I’m not from the place where good is good enough.

I’m from you won’t survive if you don’t act tough.

I’m from the string bean and meatball dish.

From the stuffed peppers.

I’m not from the American stuffed peppers.

I’m from a pool where family and friends are invited.

I’m from a taco dip that’s oh so tasty.

I’m from the summer where it’s so zesty.

I’m from my bed full of pillows.

I’m from a small town.

But I’m from many places. 

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Where I'm From Marina Pyfrom

I am from a place of toxic air that kills our lungs

from the tragic land of Philly 

West Philly raised me

I am from a place where murders, robbers, and thief's are accepted. 

Idolizing these bad characters on the television 

And then becoming them.

I may be from a neighborhood thats not so good

but I do not let that affect my success

I am child of God.

I am a believer

I will not let negativity mold my personality.

From being told never let a man put his hands on you

I am a witness testifying 

I may not have known the victim personally but I still care

I am from a family that preached the idea of helping others. 

From volunteer work to feeling like its still not enough 

I am a person who hides their emotions

From acting like everything is ok to totally breaking down. 

I am a teenage girl with morals

I am not blinded by the lies and dishonor of boys

I am from a place where the pregnancy rate is increasing

From boys putting fantasy lies in their girlfriend's head. 

To soon being left with a baby and broken heart.

I am from a family that believes education comes first

From long stressful nights of homework 

To being incredibly happy to receiving my report card. 

I am a high achiever 

I am a dreamer

I am from a family where I am accepted for being myself and I love it. 

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I Am From ( Earth Stream ) Keiasha

I am from struggle

Determination to do better than my family members

I can’t count on others but on my self

From tears and laughs

Smiles that are fake as plastic

I’m a goof ball

And serves a fantastic ball as well

And dribbles at my own risk

I am from music that soothes the soul

Where talking to others is hard

Who mom expects everything from you

Who little brother is just annoying

And my little sister who I call “Girl”

Working and Learning a priority

Christians who believe in God

Where pizza and hot dogs are a main food

Guess its just our favorite

I am from almost drowning in a pool

From always being the short chubby girl

Now I am the one they want

I am from a dangerous place

But the people only see that

Not the good in the area

I am from doing what I love most

Living and caring for those who care for me

I’m from things that turn into disasters

Hard to over come things

But do live through the hard times

I am from “ what if my father would love me “

Never had one to do so

Whom mom struggles but it strong

I’m from a life where wrong is right and right is wrong

Either way, I am from me and I plan to stay that way

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I am from ..

​I am from the thick,

Smoke filled air choking your lungs.

I’m from the there’s no tomorrow,

So today it must be done.

I am from the walls that scream,

The floors that hold tears,

I’m from the roller-coaster life.

That never has one theme.

I am from the rough, dry rocky ground

That grazes the sol of your feet like sandpaper.

I’m from the over salted food

When everything tastes like a caper.

I am from the cry and die

The gay no way

no shame to the name.

or it will be the last you say.

I am from the microphone with no sound.

i am from the guitar that’s missing one string.

I am from the house that has no doors.

I am from a some sort of some thing 
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I am from Maddie walls


I AM FROM


I am from the big blue house at the hill,

That old front door that never opens.

I am from the big backyard which always

Held way to many kids.

The trampoline everyone wanted.

I am from secret attic trips, dyer rides,

 and roof top adventures.

 the craziest big brother ever.

I am from “but I gave her a pillow” and

 “you fell down again”.

I am from scootty shamaster, kiki, 

and grandmoms with a thousand names.

I am from big family get togethrs

And families stick together.

i am from ninja Barbies,

 toys in freezers CSI investigations.

I am from queen of the boys

And everyone’s princess.

I am from quiet corners

And sleeping standing up.

I am from the halls of an old cathiloc,

Strict straight stand still lines.

I am from long walks holding hand I love yous,

Best parents a kid could have

I am from love in good times and bad,

One big crazy family

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