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Josh Hutcherson

El eś Josué Hutcherson. Eś chico. Soy de Kentucky, pero vivo en California. El eś diecinueve anos, le feliz cumpleanos octubre doce. Le no me gusta nada, leer. El eś bueno en bailar. Le encanta comer. El eś súper cómico. 

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Q1

​For this quarter, I had a lot of free time to explore different things and develop new creative ideas. I had the chance to get a bit of writing done which is something I never get a chance to do anymore. I also got to make my college essay amazing and creative because of the time we had, and I think that is the greatest type of art there is. 

I also got the chance to create traditional sugar mask that are apart of a Mexican tradition. I used Frankie's face to do the mold, and I painted it so it can resemble a warrior. I purposely had him keep his mouth open wide so my mask can appear to be screaming something. I painted my mask blue, red and black. I think those colors represent being bold and courageous.

Here is my mask here:

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Bella Mezzaroba

Se llama Bella, ella es italiana. Tiene 14 años. ¡ Es un amor de gente! Ella es bastante guapa y más o menos baja. Ella es por lo general loca y divertida. Le gusta jugar videojuegos y pasar un rato con amigos. No le gusta nada cocinar.  Le encanta ver la tele Doctor Who y Supernatural siempre. Depende del día Bella le gusta dibujar. Me gusta estar de vago con Bella.
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Jordan Dreyer

Se llama Jordan Dreyer. Es de Grand Rapids, Michigan. Es increiblemente talentoso, trabajadoro, y creativo. Le fascina escribir y cantar. Le gusta escuchar música tambiénY como si fuera poco, es muy simpático!
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I Wish Upon a Star

I’ve been sitting down all day, imagining myself twiddling my thumbs. What to do, what to do. I wonder what life would be like if I was a person. Now that’s living the good life. Okay, stop day dreaming Larry. You have a customer now. Here we go again.

I am nothing but a worthless treadmill in a gym. Yup, that’s me. I sit around here all day, not making a single move. I observe the gym until someone decides to trample all over me and go for a jog. Yeah, I’m living the dream (says with sarcasm). Some dream huh? Its more like a nightmare.

Its just not fair. My friends are useful things, that involve happiness and excitement. Sarah is an iphone. She gets to entertain the manager all day long, as he plays Angry Birds. Bob is a television remote, providing all the best comedy shows on the flat screen for the customers. Charles is a laptop for the assistants. And we’ll all never forget the boy named Larry who was nothing but a treadmill. Yeah, that’s something to brag about (says with sarcasm). I’m not saying all my friends are something special, but I’d take being a cell phone, laptop, or a tv remote any day. I’d rather be anything but a darn treadmill (sighs). We are all stuck in this gym but there’s just one difference about me vs. them. They are perfectly happy being in this place. But I can’t take another minute of it. They would understand if they were a treadmill, too.

Its time to get out of here. I can’t do this anymore. Sitting down, lingering in people to stomp all over me is not my ideal vision of a good life. So what’s left for me? What can I do now? And how do I get out of this nightmare? 



Yes, its closing time. And another day at the gym is over. Time to sleep. TIme to dream the dreams that will never be. Who knew it was possible for tears to well up in a treadmill’s face. There’s a shooting star (closes eyes). I wish I was something better in this world. I don’t want to be a treadmill anymore.

Well, that was the best night of rest I have had in awhile (rolls over and rubs eyes). Wait a minute. How did I just do that? I’m a treadmill, I can’t move. I can’t do anything. What is going on (looks around the room). I’m still in the gym. So what has changed?

I’m human! I’m an actual person (looking the mirror reflection)! That shooting star actually worked (running around the gym, jumping, singing of happiness). I’m amazed.

Oh no, I hear the manager’s voice opening up the gym (runs into the bathroom to hide). Thank goodness he didn’t catch me. He can’t find a random person in his gym because the last thing left in this place was a treadmill...the old Larry. That’s right, I’m the new Larry (smiles). Time to get out of here.

I can live my life now. I can have a real job (looking up at the sky, walking, breathing in the air, smiling). What do I do now? What’s the first thing you do when you are an actual person? Well, first, I have to find a job, then buy a house, and get a car. I might even need more than one job if I plan on paying on these bills. Oh, and I can’t do anything without a cell phone. I’ll get lonely, then I need to stop by the adoption center to buy a dog. Then after I get my house, I have tons of shopping to do. I need appliances, and food, and clothes. Oh no, can I really pull this off? Being human isn’t as easy as I thought it was going to be. This is to much for me, I need some rest (falls asleep on a bench outside the gym). 



Wait what? (opens eyes) I’m still in this gym... Yes! I’m a treadmill again! I don’t have to pay bills, or go shopping every two days before I starve to death. I don’t need to pick out which sink is better for my house, or which dog I want to keep me company. All I have to do is be a treadmill. I think I can live with that.
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Waiting

I hated this place. A nearby fan flooded my pages with dusty air, and the hard shelf I sat upon awoke me to a back ache every morning. I sat amidst a sea of thousands, just another copy. All I wanted was to be ideolized, at least paid attention to, but my cover read to be overlooked. To be met with the same passion with which I was bound was simply all I desired. Instead, trapped between those exceeding me, I slowly perished. I was starved; none knew hunger like I, desperate for hands and eyes. 

The Exchange of Goods and Services in Pre-Sargonic Lagash. I hated the name. It left the tongue with a stale after taste, but I knew I had so much more to offer a reader! If only they would take me off this shelf. I was trapped here, left to die in a row of historical literature the world had long since forgotten. All but one, The Rise and Fall of Rome. I hate to admit to jealousy, but my pompous next-door neighbor was the reason behind all of my disappointment. Those visiting my shelf were so infrequent, that when one teenager looking for a passing book report stepped down the isle, my spine began to quiver. Time and time again, the child’s hand would creep down the row, snowballing my anticipation, only to plummet as Rome was lifted off the shelf. 

I envied that book. I just wanted to be read, held, carried! To travel, and see the world, supposedly so astonishing. I often conveyed these desires to another neighbor, Abraham Lincoln, a Man of Faith and Courage: Stories of Our Most Admired President, but it goes nowhere. I wanted companionship above all, which is something another book just couldn’t fulfill. Created by humans, I felt an intense connection to the species, craving their affection. I was quickly losing hope, and began a transition to despondency, until I noticed a pattern in my library’s attendance.

A man returned to my isle for the fourth time that month! Once a week, to choose a new tale of historical literature. Now I had grown curious. I was quick to assume that he was here for me, and simply didn’t know it yet. As the weeks went by he drew closer, seeming to be going down the isle, one book at a time. I observed, and yearned for his touch. I couldn’t help fantasizing about what it would be like to be read by him. He was a young man, maybe early twenties. He wore thick, horn-rimmed glasses on his nose that accented his black widow’s peak. Imagining him as a young scholar, older than his age, seemed fitting to me. I watched as he turned the pages of my neighbors, with grace and care, almost a religious touch. The months drew on, his approaching hand still all that was holding my pages together. I became more conscious than I’d ever been, alert to every footstep, anticipating his weekly arrival. 

At last that time came, the day I would be read once more. I had counted his progression, one book a week. For once, this was the time a hand would not pass my spine. I heard the squeak of leather on tile, saw the glint of lenses turn the corner. My pages fluttered in anticipation as he proceeded down the isle, his hand lifting to my shelf. His fingers flitted over the pages towards me, sliding over my spine, lifting Rome out of the spot next to me. Once again, I was left waiting. 

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Jennifer Lopez

Ella es Jennifer Lopez. Tiene cuarenta y tres años. Es de Nueva York, pero vivo en Los Angeles. Ella es muy alta, y bastante talentosa. Le gusta bailar y cantar mucho. Ella es súper talentosa, y le gusta bien escuchar música. No le gusta nada ayuda en casa, pero no es muy perezosa, y ir a la escuela, pero es increíblemente inteligente. Tienes dos niños, uno chico, y una chica, los dos es bastante adorable. Jennifer es súper famoso, y bien guapa. 
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Wiz Khalifa

Se llama es Wiz Khalifa también conocido ace Cameron Jibril Thomaz. Nací en el ocho de septiembre en 1987.  Él tiene veintecinco años.   Él es de Minot, North Dakota pero vivo en Pittsburg. ÉL es bastante alto, bién delgado, y lindo. Es increíblemente trabajadoro y, súper artístico! Le gusta rapero y muy sociable.  No le gusta nada gordo. 


 
 Si no te gusta la situación en que se encuentre, usted es el único que tiene el poder de cambiar lo cambie.
 
      --Wiz Khalifa 
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Bailey Collins Sugar Skull

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A sugar skull is one small part of the mexican tradition Day of The Dead. This day is used to celebrate and honor loved ones who have passed by having a symbol of the sweetness of death, no matter the sadness. The design of my mask was centered around my mother. She loved the look of traditional flowers so i tried very hard to capture the colors and design.
Creating the mask was tricky at first because I needed to have my classmates plaster my face, which took awhile and it wasn't as perfect as I wished it could be. Then, after pulling my mask off, I was unable to do anything else with it for the day because my classmates plastered my face a few more times for other people. Painting the mask was very simple. I already had a very clear image of how a sugar skull should look because of my experience with seeing the images of them so many times. My mask has my mother's name and date of death painted on the chin, to show my reasons, that aspect was very important in the original design. I still would like to make it glossy now.

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Shaggy!!!

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Se le Shaggy. Él es tiene dieciocho años. Es de Crystal Cove pero vive en Mystery Machine. Él es alto, delgado, y rubio. Es bastante bobo, cómico, y muy perezoso pero increíblemente deportista a veces. Le gusta comer mucho, pasar un rato con amigos también resolver misterios. No le gusta nada siendo perseguido por los monstruos!
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Daewon Song

Daewon Song es proffesonista skateboarder de San Diego, California. Daewon pero vivo en Gardina. Tiene trienta años. Le encanta skateboarding, fotografia, y martial arts. Èl es tambien sponsored por DVS zapatos, Almost skateboards y Volcom ropa. Èl es muy bien skateboarder.
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Señorita Manuel

Ella es Srta. Manuel. Ella es increiblemente inteligente y creativa. No ella es antipática. Le gusta ir a la escuela y cantar. Ella es guapa y muy adorable. ¡Es un amor de gente!
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Lou Marson

Se llama Lou Marson. Tiene veinte cinco anos. El es Scottsdale, Arizona. El es alto. Es deporttista. Es inteligente. Le gusta praticar deportes. Le gusta escuchar musica. Le gusta relajar. No le gusta nada dibujar. Ne le gusta nada concinar. No le gusta nadar. No le gusta nada perezos. Le gusta diverito. 
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James Franco

El es James Franco. El es trienta y cuatro años y es de California. El es muy talentos y algo lindo. También el es muy cómico. El es no gustos nada dormir pero gustos dibujar increiblemente. El es también gustos American Apparel y trabajar con niños.
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Anne Hathaway

Ella és 30. Ella és guapa pero bastante baja. Ella és delgad@ pero por lo general trabajar. Ella és loc@, aveces rubi@. Ella és New York (Brooklyn), pero vivo en California. Le encanta y cater pero actuación. Ella és súper cómic@, nuca aburrid@
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Tina Johnson

​Se llama es Tina Johnson. Es de Delaware pere vivo en Filadelfia. Ella es baja y guapa. Ella es increíblemente seria y sociable. Le gusta cocinar y cantar. Le encanta bailar, dormir, y pasar un rato con amigas. No le gusta ayudar en casa y dibujar. Ella es muy boba.
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An Outsider

Frank, how’s it going? Are you happy in China now? Actually, there is something making me nervous.

You know, my mother was invited by a university as a visiting scholar. I follow my mother and have been in the United States for three months, and I entered a fantastic high school. But I still feel nervous, because I’m a foreigner for others, and it is hard to be understood. I am living in an environment which is foreign to me and my culture. 

We are having a science class, and our group did an experiment just now. I had a good idea for the experiment, but others in our group didn’t know what I was talking about. So they just did the experiment in their own way, and I couldn’t join the process of the experiment at all. I’m an outsider! Then, there were two members of our group asking me whether the teacher in China hit me if I did something wrong. Of course not, the teachers in China respect and love their students, just like the teachers in the United States. They don’t know much about China. They might just know a little bit about ancient China, but not modern China. It is my duty to introduce these to my classmates.

I want to talk about the present situation of China with my classmates, because China is not what they believe it to be. For example, China has become the second largest economy in the world, China has become the biggest developing country, and China has the third strongest military in the world. Most of Chinese are satisfied with their lives.

I want to talk about the Chinese culture with my classmates, because Chinese history is as long as five thousand years. Ancient Chinese people made great contribution to world civilization. For example,  Confucius, the greatest ideologist in ancient China proposed the idea of peace and harmony which are still meaningful nowadays. Chinese culture is colorful. For example, The Spring Festival is a time  Chinese spend time with families and eat dumplings. And as a language, Chinese is beautiful in form and pleasing in sound. I’d like to teach my classmates some easy greetings in Chinese.

I want to join the discussion of the experiment and the team work, and I want to be an active member in the discussion of the group or the whole class instead of being an outsider. I have a lot of good ideas for the experiments or discussion, and I hope I can make others understand what I mean. I wish I can make others stop saying something like “I don’t know what you are talking about”.

But as you know, I just come to the United States and my English is not good. So, it is hard for me to tell these to my classmates. Nobody wants to chat with a person who speaks slowly, so I can’t introduce the present situation and the culture of China. My English is not good, so I don’t know how to express my idea. I feel nervous. I need to improve my English as soon as possible. I need to read more articles in English and listen to VOA Special English every day. I need to memorize the new words that I meet and try my best to pronounce them so that I can communicate with others more quickly. I feel tired about these, but I can’t give up improving English in order to communicate with my classmates adroitly.

Oh, I’m under heavy pressure now, and I have to continue to have science class. Those are all the things that I want to talk to you. Frank, can you understand me? Hope you can!

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3 Strikes


            Today is it. Today is the day that I leave this house forever, and never have to be near my mother, or annoying siblings again. Given this may not have been the best way to go, but it’s still better than being in that terrible house right? Why is that even a question? After today I know for a fact that it’s for the best that I am no longer in this house at all. No longer will the person that is supposed to love me most blatantly disrespect me. She deserves to be without me; she deserves to have to struggle to make sure that everything goes fine in the house. Fuck it; honestly she doesn’t even deserve to live! But that will come in time. Until that glorious day, I am happy to just be removed from the situation; whether I am in a cop car or not. Why am I in a cop car you ask? The kid who everyone expects to be perfect? The kid that everyone looks up to, and expects to have the best of the best grades, and the best of the best attitudes? Your cousin? What is he doing in the back of a cop car? He’s never even been to the principles office without leaving with the sound of metal bouncing on his neck from the newest award, so why is he leaving his house with the only sound of medal clanging coming from the handcuffs on his wrists? This makes no sense to you I know. But once you think about it, believe me it will. Sure I was happy, during school, and whenever I was around you. Sure I got all my work done, and made sure that all of my class work was completed. Sure I was able to get the valedictorian award 2 years ago in 8th grade without even having to really try, but what about the things everyone doesn’t see? What about the things that cannot be seen with the naked eye? The things that can only be seen if you get to know this person. Most often these things that cannot be seen are the things that are hurting us the most, and these things sometimes push you to do things you wouldn’t normally do. Especially when they build up inside you, and get released all at once like an irrupting volcano. I should be used to it. It should not bother me that much at this point right? I mean I have been dealing with it all my life. The constant verbal abuse stemming from a sick and bitter mother with nothing better to do than bring you down along with her.

 “Nigga shut the fuck up!” The first 2 strikes came fast and unexpected. As what seemed like half my brain tried to register the pain that I had in my face, the other half was already reacting with a sense of overwhelming anger, and pure hatred. In an instant my brain had chosen whether or not it would go into fight or flight mode, and unluckily for my mother, it had chosen fight. As the pain continued to engulf my face, before I could realize, another strike hit my face. The third strike. Strike three took me to a place I had never been before. The anger that burned inside me; the adrenaline that rushed through my veins; these two things brought me to do something that I never believed I would do; hit her back. My one solid strike to her face had more force behind it than the 3 strikes she had landed on me combined. This resulted in more surprise on the faces of my older sister, and little brother who had been sitting on the bunk bed next to us watching the entire thing. From the moment it happened I knew what would come next, but deep down inside I knew I didn’t care, because I would finally leave the abuse that I had struggled living through for the past 16 years. Not another year, not another month, not another week, day, hour, minute, or second, would I deal with it all. So as I sit here in the back of this cop car and you wonder why I am here? You should be wondering, why am I not here earlier? And the answer would be, because of the three strikes. 


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Katniss Everdeen


Ella nombre es Katniss Everdeen. Ella tiene Dieciséis años y ella cumpleaños es ocho de mayo. Ella es morena. Katniss Everdeen le encanta practicar deportes y es súper importante para ella. Ella es talentosa y muy hermosa. Ella es increiblemente inteligente y como si fuera poco ella encanta familia muy muy. Ella es de District 12 pero ella vivo en Distrito 13.
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Life=Exhaustion+Old People

I have never been this tired. I missed the old days when my parents are the ones I depended on. My role is just a princess. But, as I get older, I am the only person I could depend on. Even if my employer is such a bossy old man, my mom will not think twice to give her daughter to him.

Now everyday, that old hag went roaring  like a furious tiger. Waking me up, just for her daughter to be paid. She will pinch my back until my eyes popped wide open. OUNCH! Why are you so worked up...(look at the clock) at 7.”

“COLLY SHELLON YOU NEED TO GET PAID TODAY. IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OFF OF THAT BED, YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!” Her hand grips tightly on the rough stick as she glared at me angrily. I admit my defeat when feeling the stinging pain she left on me two months earlier (rubbing her butt)...when...I planned on skipping my job.
(phone ringing and Colley picked it up)

(Answers the phone) Why are you be all in my (acting ghetto) businessssssssss. Talking about some, did you get whipped. Josh Chuck, if you don’t have anything to do, just chill.
(sigh)

Look, its not my fault, that my butt was slapped by a tree branch. My homework are piling up. Benchmarks are flying straight on my desk. Just what are these teachers been thinking now days, bro. Are we some robots in the movies that do one task per second or have an ingenious mind that calculates in the speed of light? I can’t even see my twenty-three inch desktop without moving like...3 feet of papers aside. Maybe one day, this monstrous stack will knock over my brand new Samsung desktop. You know what, it did. Right after my Spanish teacher wants me to make a random iMovie. That computer is $1,499 dollars. (louder;urgent tone) $1,499 boy...oh yeah, plus tax. So now I need to get a job to get a tech dude to my house to fix it. Piles of HWs are already driven me crazy and, mopping  people’s houses just make me want to be done with my life.

Every freaking day, I need to get these rotten fake wooden floors cleaned with my sweat. Dumping water as dark as charcoal into the toilet. If that toilet get stuck, my daily paycheck would be stuffed into the plumber’s pocket. That owner of the house is so picky. He is Mr. Brown, who lived three blocks away from my house in Chester Avenue. That bearded, elf-sized man would detected every speck of dirt in his house like he is a dog.  If there are three grains of dirt, he would said, (speak like the old man) umh..young lady could you clean these dust on the floor like what you’re suppose to do, I deeply appreciated it.

Deeply appreciated it my butt! Just what is this master and slave relationship we’re having, taking about some, “I deeply appreciated” when the real thing that he was trying to say is (speaking like the old man) yo, little girl if you don’t get your legs working and swing this mop, you’re not getting the money of this man. You think that you could just clean my house like that and trick this old man’s money. I know you teenagers, so don’t try to act so slick.

Maybe I will just quit and kiss his hand goodbye like a person with dignity. Wait...Colly, calm down. If I actually have the guts to get rid of this hell of a torture, then my house will turn to hell itself. My mom would say (speak like her mother) YOU’RE NOT JUST GOING TO DUMP THIS POOR MAN. I’LL DRAG YOU TO HIS HOUSE AND APOLOGIZE.  HOPEFULLY HE WILL EMPLOY YOU AGAIN. WHY DO I HAVE TO GIVE BIRTH TO SUCH A USELESS KID!  Nah. I get tired of her savage, unpleasant noises I hear in the morning. Then, I need to apologize to this masked elf. No. Heck no for god sake.!
(long sigh)

Well maybe this is my life. Being controlled by exhaustion and old people.
(Put down the phone and go to work)  
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Lebron James

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Se llamo Lebron James. Tiene viente y siete años. El es de Ohio, Akron pero vive en filadelfia. Su cumpleanos trienta, deciembre 1984. Le gusta MUY practicar deportes. él es súper cómico también alto. Le fascina muy comer. Le fascina estar de vago con mi familia. Es sociable también es moreno.
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Wynn Geary Sugar Skull

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A sugar skull is a tradition originating from the Mexican holiday of day of the dead. Sugar skulls are something that were and are still used to decorate gravestones and altars but more recently become art projects like this. They tend to be decorated in a certain style that is hard to explain beyond “sugar skull” but essentially they painted with exaggerated features such as the teeth and tend to painted vibrantly.


I wasn’t able to have a fluid design process with this project, because of my trials and tribulations explained below. Originally I had drawn a mask with a zippered mouth representing the silence of the dead but (as explained below) The design ended up not being very practical. My “final” design is a very 2012 sugar skull, representing the hugely popular zombie fad sweeping the globe. I am still working on the mask as of now, but the idea is to cut the mask into a zombie-esque shape then paint it as if it were a sugar skull.



I was one of the few students willing to use my face as a mold. Along with spending 4+ classes getting plastered when I was finally ready to start painting my own mask I found that someone had taken mine and started paining it. After resolving the problem by yet again making a plaster mold let it dry for the next class. When I  came in for the next class I found that yet again my mask had been painted so for the next 2 1/2 classes I had to paint my skull from the red it had been painted back to white. During the last class I tried my original design of a zippered mouth but found that a zipper was quiet hard to draw under the conditions. I sat for a while returning the mask to its original white color thinking about what my next step would be when my zombie design came to me. The last part of the class was spent using a box cutter to cut the mask. 

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