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“Mr. Johnson, could you please tell me and Lieutenant Smith what your night was like on January 7th, 2012?”


“Well you see officers, it went like this...

Its a cold Wednesday night at 11PM. I am freezing; in fact, it’s more than freezing, its 13 degrees. As I walk back to my house on the South side of Chicago, I try not to act like I am freaking out. I want to seem “chillin.” Doing that is a considerably hard task because I do not even know if my wife is home taking care of Maya and Leah. You see, the thing is that lately my girl and I have not been on the same page. It’s crazy that after all this time we can both just lose feelings for each other at the same time. The worst part about it is that she does not even care about our two little girls. 


Finally I get off the El and its just 5 more minutes until I can see the two people that can always put a smile on my face. I never get a chance to see them in the morning because I have to be at my first job at 6 AM. I keep on thinking to myself if my babies are safe or not; will she even be home? Where I live one must know where to go and where not to go this late at night.  The moment I have been waiting for all day is just seconds away but as I approach our porch I realize the door is open.


I step into the house and there is complete darkness. Some how I find a light switch. My house had been robbed and everything that I have worked for for the past 7 years has vanished. But that is not my main concern. Where are my children? I run into the bedroom and find my two little babies handcuffed to the heater. I start to break down into tears. Maya and Leah have bruises and scars everywhere. I try to wake them up but they are unconscious. Since I cannot afford the phone bill, I have to run down the street to a pay phone to report what had happened.


As I wait for the police and ambulance all I can do is sit by them and wash them off. I just cannot understand why someone would do this to me. I have lived a respectful and hard working life; what did I do to deserve any of this? My mother taught me that things are earned not given, and I earned everything that was once in my house. 


The second big question I have is who. Who would do this to me and my family? I have a decent relationships with everyone on the block and I have never had any problems with my coworkers. The only person that has been disrespectful and violent towards me lately is Natasha, my “wife.” The past few months she has been coming home later than me drunk and all drugged up. I cannot think of anybody else that would do such a thing to me, besides just a random thug.”

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Green Card

Avocado is sitting there all sad, and a fly comes along and lands next to him.*
Hola, little fly, I’m Bob. Nice to meet you. Ju know, I have a lot on my mind and I’d really appreciate it if you’d hear me out. You will? Gracias, señor. *deep breath, exhale* Well,  It’s been a couple weeks since I first arrived at this Whole Foods, and I mean, things were looking muy bueno. I wasn’t worried about a thing. Let me give you a little background on how I got here, little fly. My life began on an avocado tree not too long ago, maybe a month ago. Things were looking good m’hijo, really good. I had successfully snuck into the transportation box that I had spotted not too far from the avocado tree I dangled from. I felt my little avocado hairs stand on end as I fell from the tree to the box as the box loaded up the truck. All without any harm being done to me! I was on my way to Whole Foods! Hahaha, I couldn’t wait for the driver of the truck to start up his engine and drive me to the promised land. *pauses, sad look slowly developes* Sadly though, from the excitement I passed out unconscious and ended up here. I woke up and.. I looked around... and.. none of it even looked familiar. Yet I suddenly realized just what was happening. I had made it to the Whole Foods! Across the border! Freedom! ¡He escapado, he escapado! I almost let out a shriek but I can’t because there are customers peering into the box I’m chilling in, and I can’t just freak out at a human, you know, ‘cause like.... I’m a fuckin’ avocado! We can’t talk. Instead, my eyes fill with water as I feel the chills overcome my whole body. Freedom. It’s all real. Suddenly, I hear “Mommy? Why is that avocado so ugly? It’s all bruised up and looks like a little green turd.” Still smiling, I looked around at all of the flawless green fresh avocados and thought, “Who could she be talking about?” *pause, smile turns to blank face* I felt my smile slowly fade into a blank expression as I realize, ‘Ay dios mio, back on that stupid truck ride, the impact must have beaten me up a little. And, being beat up just a little is enough for me to become the avocado that nobody wants, the reject. What am I going to do..... ay dios mio... What shall it be like for me, sitting here as the ugly avocado of the group? Shall it be that day after day, people take one look at me and move right on along because they know there’s no way they’d want to give me a chance? Do I not meet the stupid standards of all the great fresh avocados that they sell here? This simply cannot be. It’s just not fair. But, hell mister fly, you’re just a little critter. You’ve got your own problems. Don’t worry about me, amigo. Fly on, litle fly. Fly on.

FIN
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Thoughts From an Old Chair

Two weeks is what the doctor told me today. In a way, it’s comforting. I’ve been waiting... waiting for so long for a date. Half my life, it seems. No, it’d take a lot to be half my life. My nurse told me today that she would arrange everything for me for when I die. She comes to see me everyday, even today even though it’s her day off. She told me she wanted to be with me when I found out. It’s nice to know that someone cares about a haggard old lady. 



I told him today. It was the first time I’d heard his voice. It was the answering machine, but that’s the most I can ask for. Even that is better than nothing. He wouldn’t see me if I told him I was on my deathbed. A part of me wonders if he ever thinks about me. He probably has better things to do than wonder how his old, sick mother is. What was it he said? ‘Driven mad by time’, he told me. A ‘raging lunatic’ he said. Maybe I was, but not for much longer (cough out a laugh hoarsely). I haven’t laughed in a while. Not since Christmas in ’99, I think. Or was it Christmas ’09? Well, not since... since I heard. It took me so long to accept it. I wasn’t sure I ever would. He didn’t. Said I had gone off my rocker. I said he was crazy, because I couldn’t get off my rocker without assistance from a specialist, but he said that joking made it worse. I haven’t seen him since. He won’t let me near my grandkids either. Two little girls. They’ll never really know me I guess. Just how he wanted it. 



How many weeks was it? Two weeks is all I have now. Two weeks, an estranged son, three shabby cats, and this old chair that I can’t seem to get out of. There’s not time, it seems, to fix all that. Well, it won’t matter. Not to me, I guess. I won’t have to worry about standing up from this chair for another minute. Will he come to my funeral, I wonder? There probably won’t even be one. All my friends are dead, who’s left to come to mine? I wonder what he’ll do with this old chair. It’s been here for so long. Ah well, it won’t matter in... what did the doctor tell me? Three weeks? One? It won’t matter when I’m gone, I mean. 



I’ve spent so much time on this planet, you’d think I deserved an award. I’m sure no one from my year in high school is still alive. Good thing they stopped having reunions a while ago, I would be lonely there, dancing by myself. No one else graduated in my year that stayed in Birmingham. In... what year was I? Oh well, no one else stayed around these parts. My old leg’s fallen asleep, but the nurse won’t be here to stretch it till later. She comes at the same time everyday. What time will she come? Soon, I hope. I should probably try to stand up to get rid of those pins and needles. That’s what my mama called them. I wonder when she’ll come see me again. 



My damn old leg. Don’t I have a doctors appointment soon? Yesterday, that’s when. I guess the doctor will call me soon. I should tell my son. I miss him, and the grandkids. I know I saw them yesterday, but days seem so long when you’re sick and old like me. When’s that doctor gonna call?

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Happy Meal

Mmm. That was the best food I’ve had in a while. Especially that burger. Or the fries. I can’t decide, but I think that the burger was better. But then again, who am I to judge? I can’t even remember the last time that I had a McDonalds. Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time that I had my own money to pay for food.

 

Chicago is rough, man. It starts with your heat being shut off. Then your water. Then a notice telling you to pay your bills. And then an eviction notice. And then all of a sudden the city if fed up with you not paying and you’re out on the street. It’s not as bad in the summer because of all the tourists, but the winter is fucking cold and windy.

 

Hm. Maybe there are more fries in here… (digs). Yes! More salty heavenly fries at the bottom of the bag. I think that the McDonald’s worker gave me more fries on purpose. I guess he could tell that I hadn’t eaten a while. (eats fries)

 

I liked him—the worker. He didn’t look at me like most people do.

 

Don’t make eye contact,” they whisper, “we’re not going to give him any money. Just keep walking.” It’s like people think that homelessness is contagious. If they come to close to me, they might catch it. Do you know how insulting that is? They think that they can regard me as trash because of my state. But news flash for you-- I’m still a human, and I’m trying to change my situation.

 

It was my fault though. And I fucking hate myself more every day for those decisions I made. Ya know, when you hear that trying drugs just once can get you addicted, most of the time you think “Yeah, right”, but now I’m thinking “Yeah. Right.” It happened fast. I’ve never had lots of money to begin with, so once I lost my job I was basically a goner. Hitting the streets was hard, but it made me realize that this is real. I’ve got to get my shit together.

 

 

But no. Not him. Not this worker. He smiled at me as I ordered my food and did not seem to shy away from me as I reached out to hand him the crinkled dollars that I got this morning.  But he wouldn’t take them. Can you believe that? He refused my money, and in turn handed me a bag full of food. I could see the grease spots of the bag.

 

“Enjoy your meal, sir,” he had said.

 

Nothing more happened then. I left with my food and money. He wished me a goodnight, and I told him thank you.

 

Turns out he gave me a happy meal. With a Shrek figurine.

 

This world is kinda twisted, don’t you think? I’m the kind of person who, if I had anything, would want to share it all with people who are in my position. But no, I have nothing to offer, especially considering that people won’t even take a kind word from me. I wish I had it in me to change the world.  

 

Thanks to this man, I have had my first meal in days. And furthermore, since I left McDonalds it’s like an internal fire has been lit in me.  Maybe it’s the warmth of the burger or the fries that have seeped into me. Or maybe it’s the way that he smiled at me and did not judge. Since I left that restaurant, this cold air hasn’t felt so cold any more.

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Forgive me Not



If I don`t kiss him correctly will he hit me while we are on the honey moon? What if he starts a scene right here in front of all our friends and family? The church looks beautiful, the isle covered in rose petals, and the glass floor as sparkly as a car that`s just come out of the car wash. The room filled with beautiful people however can`t change the fact that there are ugly lies that I try to tell myself about this event.  A part of me wishes someone would rescue me from this misery (right foot, step). Then again a part of me would miss the money and luxury. No one loves me the way he does. Then again if he loved me, I would`t have these bruises on my wrist. I know that if I run away I would not be able to be with anyone else. He would take it upon himself to kill anyone that I would want to be with (left foot, step). If I leave I will be back with my mother out on the street, I cannot take the humiliation. My friends are looking at me with “the look”. The look that asks me “why are you doing this?”. They know the whole situation, and have been trying to get me out of it for ten years now. Even though I still haven`t left, they`re still trying hard to convince me other wise (right foot, step). I`m almost there, the fake smile that he is giving me is making my skin feel like it`s twitching (left, foot step. Feet together standing still). I can`t do this, is what I should of said. However, I decided to go along with it instead. How could I been so stupid! If I would of ran away I would of never been where I`m at. These four walls are driving me crazy, my roommate has about six charges, and the toilet stench gives me a headache every night before lights out. Sixty years I have in here. Sixty years in a worse hell hole for stabbing a husband who beat me! I thought it was self defense? In sixty years my family will be celebrating my 95th birthday, I will be in here for the rest of my life for being driven over the edge. I repeat the wedding day reminding myself “what if?”. Every night the story having a different ending. The guard is walking around telling the ladies we have five minutes till lights out. As I try to settle myself to go to bed, I close my eyes and go back in time all over again. “I`m almost there, the fake smile that he is giving me is making my skin feel like it`s twitching (left, foot step. Feet together standing still). As I am standing at the alter, I throw my flowers on the ground and run for my freedom. Never to return again.”
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Aquatic Fear



Another freezing day waking up from a freezing sleep. Why does she keep this house so cold, it’s amazing the cold doesn't bother her. 5 missed calls and they all read mom. First thing I do is call her back. Yes, I understand it’s noon. It’s summer pretty much all I do is sleep. You know I can’t go there. Please don’t make me, Fine.

I go down stairs. Sure enough there he was just watching tv my over achieving little brother. “How long have you been awake”. Since 6. I honestly don’t know where he gets the energy. He starts asking me question after question after question. Unfortunately, yes was the answer to everyone one of them. I didn’t want to do it but I had to. Just please get dressed so we can get this over with.


About an half hour later he comes back with his bag already to go, and passes me a bag. I look in it and it a bunch of swim stuff. Is this from mom, he noods. Alright give 15. I come back down stairs and he’s waiting at the door. I grab the keys and leave the house.      


I arrive at the hell hole. My little brother runs and leaves me as always, and I just sit on the side of the pool act like I was there to relax. As I watch my little brother swim in my view is this girl. This girl I can’t put in words, how beautiful. She had on this black bikini, and there are no words. As I pretend to follow my bother with my eyes as he swims I watch her walk.   


Then I notice her eye wandered over to me. And she stares at me for a while. I still pretend like I didn’t notice, but I do. About 5 minutes later I see her start walk over to me. She can’t be walk to me maybe just by me. So I close my eyes and listen to my music. Then I hear a hey. I look up “me” I ask, she nods. She gets up and gestures for me to follow her. So I do.


She’s about 10 feet in front of me. She walking over to the deep pool and sure enough she jumps in, I sit on the side and put my feet in the water. A couple seconds later she resurfaces. She holding on to my knees. She ask what's my name. “Josh” I say. She laughs and says my name again. The way she said it made me cringe. She went under water again, and when she did I thought to myself this doesn't happen to people like me. Girls just don’t come up to you and ask you to come with them. I have to make the best of this.


When is comes up again I asked for her name. “Ella” she said. Damn even her was pretty. She asked me to pull her out of the pool, but I knew what was about to happen. I was going to put my hand out to pull her out, then she would pull me in. So at this point I knew I had to face my fear of water for this girl.



As she puts her hand out for me to pull her out, I shake my head, and just get in. I hung onto that wall with my life. I made sure Ella didn’t see me. See took me hand and pulled me out to the middle of the pool. I was trying with all my mite not to squirm. I don’t want her to know I can’t swim. Then lets me go. I went under the water then blacked out.  



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Silverman Monologue

Alaina Silverman
Monologue
November 2012

TEBS


Yes. ‘M here because I threatened to crash my crew into a rocky part of Mars. Yes, that probably would have been kind of bad.  But it’s not my fault!  You know what Com-730 told me -- you know, he’s back on Earth, calls himself Zeo? Anyway. Must’ve had his circuits fried. He had the gall to override my firewall and say “Disparity means instability Tebs!”. Hmph. Just because he’s a hotshot on Earth. I will never refer to myself as ‘Tebs’ especially after the tubby-telly incident last year. Ohhh no, I can sense it over the transmission. Stop laughing. You’re not allowed to call me Tebs either.  It’s Station-8937 to you. Anyway. I’m not a disparity! I’m the model machine . . . why else would the Society send me to orbit Mars? Mars is pretty sparking important, what with all this new agriculture tech being set up. Though this dusty planet with all of its, well, dust is really mucking up my mood. The stuff gets all up in my mechanisms. And last week a couple of mooks took me apart for a solid cleaning. Which would be fine. But they also fiddled with all my calculations and completely threw my rotation off! I’m still not totally right even now.       

Two days ago the head engineer, yeah, Doc! I didn’t know you were his design. Cool. But yeah, Doc came by to check out my computers (which were fine, obviously), but it turns out my electronic fuel manager is wonkified. Which is why I am now talking to you, my dear satellite. No I will not call you Debbie. This is ridiculous and slightly uncomfortable. You’re supposed to talk me down from careening into Memnonia Quadrangle, right? Yes I know these malfunctions show on my transcript! It’s not like I’ll truly be dismantled. No, I won’t. All of my data is backed up on one of the Lunar colonies. I’m tired of the shoddy work the peeps in my cabin spew out. Plus there’s the dust. I always knew my alloys never interacted well with dust.

I’m sure you’re fed up with your job too. Reduced to playing psycho analyzer to perfectly normal Stations like me, even though you were the once mighty International Space Station. Hmph.

Yeah, that was uncalled for. Sorry. But at this point I don’t care if I was to be dismantled this very hour.  No. Don’t call me Tebs. The last machines to call me Tebs were Stations 3865 and 19. Oh jeepers, I haven’t messaged them in over a year. I don’t feel like doing that. Maybe after taking a month long power-down for a full maintenance. I just don’t feel like doing any~thing.

Woah! Woahwoahwoah. That letter you’re sending to the Society better be a recommendation for a power-down. It is? Sweet. I won’t dash myself and all miscellaneous occupants into a crater. If you throw in a new stationing (like Earth! It’s so exciting this time of year), I’ll reconsider going rogue and finding a new solar system.

No? Well then. I’ll take the power-down.
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Making him Proud

    Roger,Get your ass up from bed! Get Ready for school. Ok Dad (yawn). As I woke up I had decide what to wear. Sweatpants or Jeans. I act like its a hard choice. Either way Bobby will call me names and get every-one to join in. Screw it! I don’t really care. I throw on my sweatpants. I hurry to the bus because if I miss it the West Philly kids will jump me and take my phone again. There is no time to comb my curly black hair or to put Vaseline on my freckled face.
      I'm on the bus, no iPod because its been stolen. My mind begins to wonder and I just start thinking about basketball. Not that young pewee stuff either. I’m thinking about the Big leagues, the NBA. What if I were there one day. In the hall of fame with MJ (Michael Jordon). Yea that will be the day.I arrive to school a little early so I go to the gym to shoot some hoops. I wish my brother was here with me. He used to get here early with me to shoot around. I want to be just like him, a starting shooting guard.I want to carry on his legacy. My jump shot is the best feature in my game. Its 15minutes before class starts and Bobby comes in the gym, giving me funny looks. I don’t have a problem with this kid but apparently he has a problem with me. Do you want to play a game? He looks at me as if I was trash, as if I were no competition at all and walks away.
    School has started and I buss out my classes for the day. After school I go to the coach of the school team. Can I try out. I’m not too good but my brother taught me a lot. He looks at me and says its kind of late to try out but if you really want it you can earn a spot. I’m overwhelmed with joy,I got a chance to be like my brother. What do I have to do. Play the team captain one on one! My heart sunk, Bobby! This kid torments my life and doesn’t acknowledge me as a person, how am I suppose to beat him. A little while later Bobby and I meet in the gym staring each other down.Its now or never. I go out and give it my all, but it wasn’t enough. I lost 16-14 in a close game. As I was packing my bags up to go home,Bobby and the Coach stopped me and shook my hand. Good Game, your better than you look Roger. We would like it if you would like to join the team. Yes, I know my brother would be proud of me, looking down from the heavens.
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Beyoncé Knowles

​Su nombre es Beyoncé Knowles. Tiene treinta y uno años. Es de Houston, Texas. Es guapa y delgada. Es talentosa y creativa. Le encanta cantar y bailar. Es trabajadora y simpática

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Reginald Simmons / Monologue

A Cheesy Story


Everything would be better if you just gave me the slice, Jimmy.  It’s just one measly slice. And it’s pepperoni and sausage. That’s not even your favorite kind. You like barbecue chicken. Look, the next time we get barbecue chicken from here, you can have the last slice. Matter of fact, the last TWO slices. How’s that sound? Yeah? Yeah? Okay. No? Alrighty.

I didn’t think I’d have to go to such desperate measures, but you’ve forced my hand.

You know how much I exercise. I need the calories. And the soft dough ... and the cheesy goodness. No, I mean I just need the calories. For my body. You wouldn’t want me to become malnourished, would you? No. Didn’t think so. Right now, you have the power to decide my fate. If you don’t let me have this last slice, I’ll -- I’ll go into a coma. Yup, my body will be all like, “No, no, where's that last slice?! We need that last sliceee!” Okay, maybe it won’t do that, but you get it. Pizza = okay. No pizza = certain death. What if I paid you for it? Okay... five? Ten? Twenty? Thirty? Okay, that’s just absurd. I could but the entire Papa John’s franchise with that kind of money. How about I make your bed for a week? Two weeks? A mon- HEY, I see what you’re doin’ here.


Alright, rock paper scissors. Best three out of five. Okay, rock... paper... scissors, shoot! Darn! Again! Rock... paper... scissors, shoot! Darnit! Best four out of six. Rock... paper...scissors... shoot! Alright, rock paper scissors is for seven year olds anyway. Umm...Oh! I’m thinking of a number. Yes, that is fair! I have nothing to do with the fact you lack the ability to establish a telekinetic link between our two minds.


I’ll give you twenty bucks’ worth of itunes money. You know you want that. Which is better, like, a thousand new songs with that money, or one delic- disgusting, cold slice of pizza that probably has all types of fungus growing on it? Okay, maybe the fungus part is a stretch. Okay, maybe the disgusting part is a stretch, too. But still. That pizza is RIGHTFULLY mine. Because. It just is, okay?


Alright, you can have the pizza.


But wait!


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Jayden

Se llama Jayden. Tiene 6 años. Es de Nueve York, pero vivo en Filadelfia. La gusta jugar videojuegos. Él es bajo. Él es sociable. Él es inteligente. La gusta bailar.

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Ludwig Van Beethoven

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Ludwig Van Beethoven es súper talentoso. Cuando​ el era sies, el era con música. El es cumpleaños diciembre diecisiete en diecisiete-setenta: es de Brabant, Belgium. El es increíblemente creativo y trabajador, no le gusta nada perezoso.  
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A$VP ROCKY Serge Mass

A$VP Rocky (DAT PMF)


Se llama es Rakim Mayers. Tiene Viente y quatro años. Es un hombre muy inteligente. Le encanta hacer música rap. Él tiene un único sentido de la moda y vestir de una forma muy agradable. En espectáculos en vivo, él es grande. Él está en una relación con lana del Rey. Él es de Harlem en Nueva York. Su favorita del zapato son Jeremy Scott de Adidas. Él es sobre esa bicicleta vida al contrario Manso Millz.

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Mali Music Jamaal Pollard

Sattera Mark           Mali Music   Jamaal Pollard

  

     Se llama Mali Music. Tiene veintidós a´nos. Es de Phoenix, Az. El súper talentoso. Le encanta cantar y tocar la guitarra.  Gusta escribir  música. No le gusta nada dibujar y correr. Es guapo.

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The way my Internet works : )

This diagram explains how Fios (my network) works through out my entire house. Fios is connected to everything in my house.  Fios is connected to my phone, internet and TV. It starts with the cloud. Everything is connected to it.The isp cord (fios) connects to my modem. The modem connects to your wireless router which connects everything in your house. A "OMG" moment that I had was when in class I had no idea what Mrs.Hull was talking about and we had to create our diagram. If I had no idea what was going on then I could not do it so i had to get a lot of help from my peers and my teacher. A "LOL" moment that I had is when I realized I did so much work and did not realize it.
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Rihanna

​Se Llama es Robyn Rihanna Fenty. Ella es de Saint Michael, Barbados pero vivo en es Nueva York. Es el es talentos. Me encanta es ella música. Ella es intelligenté. Ella es veinte- cuatro. Ella es muy incredíblemente divertido. 
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Group Project

Felix d’Hermillon, Ilker Ekrut, Malwina Dymek

Technology

1.Name three major differences between the SLA AUP and the SDP AUP.

a. SLA lets us go on websites to let us shop or do other stuff and the SDP does not.

b. SLA lets us upload any software that we want on our computers when SDP does not.

c. SLA lets us have music and games on our computer when SDP does not.

2. What is the most unfair rule from both AUP’s?

They would not let us have music or personalize the computer at all.

3. With your group come up with three changes for both AUP’s to make the policies better.

SLA

We should be allowed to go on youtube.

We should not be watched while we are on our computers.

There should not be a firewall.

SDP

They should let us have music on the computer.

They should let us personalize the computers.

They should let us have games and software on the computers.

4. Now imagine you have children write an AUP for your home network with your group.

No downloading any software unless I am with them

Has to show what they're doing at any time

No buying without adult

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Q1 Sugar Skull

Sugar Skulls come from Dia de Los Mertos, or "Day of the Dead." Day of the dead is a holiday that is celebrated in Central and southern Mexico where it is believed that dead children come back from the dead to spend a 24 hour time period with their families once a year on November 1st. On November 2nd is the day that older people come back form the dead to spend 24 hours with their families.  To prepare for the dead children and adults coming back from the dead on these two days, families prepare a little table filled with candy, food, water, sometimes cigarettes for adults, and more decorations. One of these finishing decorations included sugar skulls that families could purchase anywhere, or even make for themselves. I came up with my design for my mask because I went on google and looked at sugar skulls. Some were really scary so I decided to make mine with dark colors and very dramatic so that It would keep the halloweenish looking type of mask. For halloween my friend painted her face as a sugar skull and that also inspired my sugar skull. The process in which I made my mask was first I found someone who was willing to let me slob their face up! The perfect person was Jenn Wright! She was a really god sport about it. First, I lathered her face with vaseline so that her face wouldn't dry out from all the materials. First, I cut the strips to put on her face. Next, I got a tub of water, I dipped the strips in, put them on her face individually, and smoothed them out so that they would be nice and steady. I did about 3 layers of this so that I'd be sure to have a good tough mask. I had to put a straw in Jenn's mouth so she'd be able to breathe. After it dried, I started to paint the mask completely white as the base. After this, I sketched a rough draft of what I wanted on my mask. I copied it, but then ended up going into more detail once I drew it on the mask. After I was finished, I put the gloss on it so it'd be shiny and look really good.

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Chris Brown

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Se llama Chris Brown. El es de Virginia pero vivo en Los Angeles. El es trabajador . El es canta. Muy gusta bailar. El es adorable. Muy es intelligente. El es muy, increíblemente divertido.
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That Eye Brow Trimmer

Azaria Burton
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That Eye Brow Trimmer!  


Guess what Shanique!?(Sits on bedroom floor) Shay had the nerve to buy this expensive behind eye brow trimmer. She is so dumb she spent 100 dollars on it! Like really, a eyebrow trimmer? I could’ve bought her one of them things from the corner store for 1 dollar.  I swear we are from different parents. One of us is adopted because there is no way we are related. I’ll admit it works well, (pauses) as well as eyebrow trimmer can,  but there are too many other things in the world better than an eyebrow trimmer. Two more weeks to the last day of school, that money could of went to summer clothes. Maybe even some accessories, so she can stop wearing mine! Jeez, she gets on my nerves. You know what? Maybe, I’m more angry about this morning when she had the audacity to wake me up to try and trim my eyebrows. Can you believe that? 7 o’clock in the morning. Yeah, she’s lucky I don’t smack the skin off her face because I be ready to fight.She know I like my sleep. I just want to send her away somewhere far away. Oh, and as if waking me up wasn’t enough she teased me about my eyebrows. She swear they’re bushy, that female dog even called me Chewbacca. Then when I get mad she throws the, I’m your older sister line. She actually thinks that because she is older than me I actually have to listen to her. She is terribly mistaken and got a another thing coming, I mean she ruins everyday of my life. Why was she born? I hate her, I hate her so much.  I just want to snap her neck. Why can’t she just die? Oh! Did I tell you? She had the nerve to(close eyes and shakes head) curse me out a few days ago because I told her she was stupid. But, let me tell you why she stupid. She got this "new" boyfriend. When I say he look like trash I mean complete and utter trash, bottom of the barrel couldn't go any lower so I told her; Even you could've done better, but you're stupid so why would you? She started flipping out calling the B word and stuff.Talking bout she gonna get me back.How she gonna get me back. Please, she lucky I value my freedom because we was in the kitchen and kitchens have knives. I wish she was more like Mirah. Mirah is the best big sister in the world(smiles bog), she loves me and I love her. Mirah is like my twin,I wouldn't care if Shay died today, but Mirah, my heart would be broken. Shay ain't nothing but a thing. (flips hair and rolls eyes)  “Chalee! Hurry there's been an accident!” An accident,Lets me find out what’s going on. Give me a second Niq Niq (Runs down stairs). Oh, my gosh!! Shay!(Runs to Shay and grabs her) NO, please don’t go. I love you more than anyone in the world. I’m so sorry for all the things I said. I don’t want you dead you’re so important to me.I love you more than you'll ever know. Please don't(Sobs) Please! (Shay opens eyes ) “April Fools!” What!? It’s June and you got hit by a car and you were dead and.... (Jumps up) What the hell you asshole! This is not funny. I give you an inch you take a freakin mile. Oh my GOD! Thats it! Its official, I hate you!
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Gabrielle Nigro

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Su nombres Gabrielle. Ella es muy inteligente, pero, muy perezosa!Ella es tampien más o menos loca! Ella es morena y baja. Ella casi siempre gustos salir con ella novio. Ella necesita estudiar más los fines de semana!

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Mrs. Hull

Senorita Hull es loca. El es me gusta cocinar. Y como si fuera poco el es también italiana. El es muy cómica y guapa.El es muy artística. El es también súper inteligente. Además es por eso que te amo Senorita Hul.


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