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Q4 Art Portfolio

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Art Advanced - Hull - a2 on
Hello, I'm Klarissa Hudson and this is my work from my senior art class. In this class we usually have students who are "passing", "middles", and "college preps." Each section has different artworks to be completed based on their level. I'm in the "passing" group, so I have the smaller and easier assignments to complete. This quarter I had to come up with and create my own assignments so I chose to:

1. Draw a stained glass window

2. Draw an everyday item that I use with only shading to show details

3. Make three things with origami

4. Make a stuffed bear


For my first assignment, I worked to create a stained glass window of my own. I chose a picture of a flower with different colors and shapes around it. For the second assignment, I drew a pair of headphones with shading. I use headphones everyday for hours on end so I drew them with shading to show details. For the third assignment I made three things with origami. So I created a flower, two bunnies, and a fox. And for the fourth assignment I made a stuffed bear with cloth, needle, thread, buttons, cotton, and a bear stencil. Please enjoy and comment if you like; thank you for taking time to look at my work.

How To Lie With Statistics Pt. 3

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Statistics - Miles - C on
​Group Members Present: Symone, Lloyd, & Klarissa
Pages Read: 91 - 142
Pages For Next Week: None

Podcast Points:
  1. What is a semi-attached figure?
    1. Figure that is related to the topic but there is information missing from the equation.
  2. What does post hoc mean?
    1. Making a unwarranted conclusion that has no real connection with the situation at hand.
  3. List several kinds of correlation that might lead to post hoc reasoning.
    1. Jobs after college vs. no college
    2. Getting lice vs. being healthy
  4. Correlation vs. Causation
  5. Lurking Variables
  6. Shading Map
  7. Susie Brown
  8. "It ain't so much the things we don't know that get us in trouble. It's the things we know that ain't so." - Artemus Ward
How To Lie With Statistics pt. 3

How To Lie With Statistics Pt. 2

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Statistics - Miles - C on
​Group Members Present: Klarissa & Symone
Pages Read: 47 - 91
Pages For Next Week: 92 - 142

Podcast Points:

  1. Choose one of the quotations inside the front cover and discuss how it relates to the Introduction. - Klarissa

    1. “Round numbers are always false.” - Samuel Johnson

  2. List as many sources of sample bias as you can that are mentioned in Chapter 1 and provide an example of each.

    1. Average Yaleman, Class of ‘24 makes $25,111 a year.

  3. Put the second paragraph on Page 18 (“A river cannot….”) into your own words.

    1. “A river cannot rise above its source.” To me means that you can’t get something more out of what you already have, which is not true. This paragraph elaborates on this by concluding that in different data sets, we’re able to get way more information than we’ve been told. Thus, the saying a river cannot rise above its source can not be true all of the time.

  4. What is the advantage of a stratified random sample and what difficulties does it pose, according to this chapter?

    1. Advantages:

      1. You can be sure that your samples are appropriately proportioned

    2. Difficulties:

      1. Each unit must only fit in one stratum

  5. Explain why advertisers often rely on a very small sample to substantiate their claims.

    1. If advertisers were to use large sample sizes then it would be harder to substantiate their claims and ideas.

  6. What does the author mean on Page 45 when he says, “Hardly anybody is exactly normal in any way…?”

    1. What I took from the quote “hardly anybody is exactly normal in anyway” is that there are plenty of outside factors that can screw up data and paint a different picture. So nothing or no person is always normal all of the time, just like data. A clear example of this can be looking at data that suggests people who go to sleep before 10 pm receive higher tests scores. Sure, sleep is important but other factors could influence this conclusion. Things like what they ate the night before the test, what they had for breakfast, what they did in the morning, etc.

Sources:
http://gizmodo.com/how-to-lie-with-data-visualization-1563576606
http://passyworldofmathematics.com/misleading-graphs/
How To Lie With Statistics pt.2

Klarissa Hudson Capstone

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Capstone - Thompson - Wed on
For my capstone I raised money for Children's Hospital Of Philadelphia (CHOP) through baked goods and card sales. My original plan was to sell the cards on an online website but it required a credit card and being eighteen. It was tedious so I decided just to sell them in school. Throughout the year I scheduled and conducted multiple bake sales raising over eight hundred dollars for the hospital. I made cards for halloween and christmas but ended up not selling any of them due to not having enough time to create multiple copies for purchasing. For valentine's day I tried selling cards but was told that I couldn't because someone was already selling valentines' grams. On the thursday and friday before mother's day I hosted a card making bash where students and teachers could either make their own cards or have me make them. After going through this whole process and having many experiences I've learned that having a card business is actually harder than it looks. I didn't take it that seriously at first but people prefer just grabbing a card really quick than actually sitting down and making it themselves. Overall it was fun to have this experience and to use something that I like doing to raise money for a good cause. Please enjoy some pictures of cards made this year and feel free to leave comments or questions.

Annotated Bibliography



"Blog: Top 10 Ideas for Valentine’s Day Cards." Creative Popup Cards. Creative, 6 Feb. 2013. Web. <http://www.creativepopupcards.com/blog/top-10-ultimate-ideas-for-valentines-day-cards-gifts.php>.


This website has ten unique valentine’s day cards that the author thinks are the most interesting. All the cards have different designs and styles on them that make arts and crafts more fancy and fun. There are stencil cards, pop up cards, cut out cards, window cards, origami cards, and many other types of cards on this website. There are also multiple video tutorials and templates on this website for people to use when trying to create the cards. The website also gives a list of supplies and steps that are needed to create each type of card that offered.



"Button Heart Valentine's Day Card." YouTube. K Werner Design, 28 Dec. 2008. Web. <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERK1nWzm7oU>.


This is a video that gives a step by step tutorial on how to make a button heart card. The video is very short and clear due to the steps being easy and repetitive. This video is made to help people who want to make a heart without having to draw it in the classic way. This video really comes in handy when wanting to create an appealing and original heart card that won’t fall apart. The video has some steps that it skips because there are some repetitive sections that don’t have to be shown but overall the video is very helpful with the ideas that it gives.



Courtney. "Easy Valentine's Day Cards." Babyccino Kids Blog. N.p., 4 Feb. 2013. Web. <http://babyccinokids.com/blog/2013/02/04/easy-valentines-day-cards/>.


This website shows people how to create Valentine’s Day cards. The card on this website is in the shape of a heart and is folded up into an envelope with a heart sticker to seal it shut. It gives people creative and useful ideas to create professional cards that will surprise someone. This blog is a first hand account of the processes of making the cards. It provides detailed step by step pictures to guide the viewers along the way. The feedbacks at the bottom of the website makes the source more credible and to see how hear or easy the card actually is to make.



Kitts, Kayla. "Handmade Valentine's Day Cards." HGTV. HGTV, n.d. Web. <http://www.hgtv.com/design/make-and-celebrate/handmade/10-handmade-valentines-day-cards-pictures>.


This website has eleven different ideas for people who want to create their own cards for valentine’s day. The cards are all very different from one another and are unique in their own way. It gives people a good range of options to choose from and build off of if they get inspired by what they see. The website doesn’t have a tutorial but it gives clear photos of the end product so that people can see what it’s supposed to look like when they get finished. Each card also has words written on them so that people have an idea of what they can write when they make their own.



"KUKU CARD Teddy Bear Invitation (Osito)." YouTube. YouTube, 5 Apr. 2012. Web. <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MoE2se9wt5A>.


This is a video that gives a step by step tutorial on how to make a teddy bear card. There are many different components and steps that go into creating a flashy teddy bear. This video is made to help people who want to make a bear that people will want to buy and keep. This video really comes in handy when wanting to create an appealing teddy bear card. The video has some steps that can probably be skipped due to time and availability of supplies but overall the video is helpful and insightful.



Noemi. "Love Is in the Air, Rainbow Heart Balloon, Blank Card." Etsy. Etsy, 1 Feb. 2012. Web. <https://www.etsy.com/listing/91164513/last-1-love-is-in-the-air-rainbow-heart>.


So this website has an enlarged  picture of a card with heart balloons on them with strings attached to the bottom. The website also gives a list of all the supplies that will be needed to create that type of card. The card on the website can also be bought and sent to people in the mail. The size of the card is also written down on this website. This website gives you the tools to create the card yourself or to just buy one that is already made from the author so that you can choose which way you want to spend your money.



Plamondon, Monita. "Candy Valentines with Printable." Favecrafts.com. Favecrafts, 2011. Web. <http://www.favecrafts.com/Valentines-Day/Candy-Valentines-with-Printable>.


This website is about how to create small candy pods for valentine’s day. The website gives step by step pictures of what the pod should look like during each step. It also gives a template that people can download instead of trying to make the pod free hand. The website also gives a list and picture of the supplies that will be needed in order to create the candy pods as well as the types of candy that will be able to fit inside of the pods. Another thing that the website insides are the sizes of the pods and the type of paper that can be used in order to make them and not have the material too thin or thick.



"Red Hearted Valentines Card." Karoove. N.p., 6 Jan. 2013. Web. <http://www.karoove.co.uk/red-hearted-valentines-card>.


This website is a step by step run through of how the author made their card. The website has multiple pictures showing the process of making the card and what’s needed to make it. There’s also an introduction that briefly goes over the supplies needed in order to properly make the card. The card is easy and simple to make so there are only three or four steps that the website lists in it. The card has a big heart on it that is made out of an array of different sized heart stickers and there’s a banner over the front with a short message saying “Be My Valentine.”



"Tarjeta Pop-Up Flores 3D." YouTube. YouTube, 19 Sept. 2011. Web. <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IwdqCF831s>.


This is a video that gives a step by step tutorial on how to make a pop up flower card. There are a couple repetitive steps in creating a flower card so once you know how to one part correctly it gets easier. This video is made to help people who want to make a card that people will be amazed by when they open it up. This video really comes in handy when wanting to create an interesting flower card. The video has some steps that it skips because there are some repetitive sections that don’t have to be shown but overall the video is very helpful and clear.



"Weaving Danish Heart Baskets for Jul." Radmegan. Radmegan, 1 Dec. 2010. Web. <http://radmegan.com/2010/12/weaving-danish-heart-baskets-for-jul.html>.


This website shows people how to make a heart by weaving cloth together. It has some step by step pictures of how to create the heart with paragraphs in between each one to further explain the process of how to make them. There is also an introduction at the top explaining why the author decided to make these and what she was celebrating. The author goes into talking about what the traditions and holidays are in Denmark. The author also goes on to say the different holidays that you can use this one design for so that you don’t have to throw out any extra hearts that you make.

Jane Doe

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Storytelling - Rami - B on
Over View:
Jane Doe represents the overall story of how some children and teens live from day to day with depression, low self-esteem, and bullying. Represents the struggles and seclusion that people feel day in and day out. Represents the pain that people choose not to notice when they see it. The kid everyone laughs at in class, the girl who always gets profanity written on her locker, the boy who gets abused in the locker room. Many choose to turn the other cheek and pretend that they don't see it. That it's not their business or their fight. But by doing nothing they are feeding into this abuse. By doing nothing they are partially to blame for the kid that can't take the pain anymore and ends their own life. Jane Doe is just as important as anyone else.

Creators Notes:
I must say sorry in advance for this project. I took so much time off from school for medical reasons that this final product is not as good as it could have been. As it should have been. This topic was personal to me so I feel bad putting out this video that isn't good enough to me. I hope you all enjoy it and please leave comments. I will create a better version soon.

Jane Doe from Catalina S. Hudson on Vimeo.

Q3 Art Porfolio

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Art Advanced - Hull - a2 on
​Hello, I'm Klarissa Hudson and this is my work from my senior art class. In this class we have students who are "passing", "middles", and "college preps." Each section has different artworks to be completed based on their level. I'm in the "passing" group, so I have the smaller and easier assignments to complete. This quarter I had to:

1. Draw a self portrait of myself

2. Draw value

3. Draw with basic shapes

4. Draw an animal


For my first assignment, I worked to create a self portrait of myself. I chose a picture of myself from a photo shoot that I was in. For the second assignment, I drew the levels of shading from light to dark. I then used those levels to draw a ball and what it looked like. For the third assignment I drew a hamster using only circles, rectangles, and triangles. After that I redrew the hamster using the same shapes and just took out the extra lines and rounded out some of the areas. And for the fourth assignment I drew a red panda using shades to show the furs' texture and colors. Please enjoy and comment if you like; thank you for taking time to look at my work.

Q2 Art Portfolio

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Art Advanced - Hull - a2 on
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Hello, I'm Klarissa Hudson and this is my work from my senior art class. In this class we have students who are "passing", "middles", and "college preps." Each section has different artworks to be completed based on their level. I'm in the "passing" group, so I have the smaller and easier assignments to complete. This quarter I had to:


1. Create an art collage from magazines

2. Draw a fabric

3. Filter a picture

4. Draw a picture to represent a passage, book, quote, etc.


For my first assignment, I worked to create an art collage. We had to cut out pictures and words from magazines and have it say something without us having to explain it. For the second assignment, I drew a red fabric. I’m not really good at shading and drawing sheets or covers. For the third assignment I made filters of a picture I took during sunset. My first filter was playing around with waves while the second one was with night vision. And for the fourth assignment I did an illustration of a book I read in english class called “The Bluest Eye.” Please enjoy and comment if you like; thank you for taking time to look at my work.


Q1 Art Creations

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Art Advanced - Hull - a2 on
Hello, I'm Klarissa Hudson and this is my work from my senior art class. In this class we have students who are "passing", "middles", and "college preps." Each section has different artworks to be completed based on their level. I'm in the "passing" group, so I have the smaller and easier assignments to complete. This quarter I had to:

1. Help create a ceiling tile with a "middle"
2. Draw a still life
3. Make 3 Bats
4. Do a self-portrait of a "middle"

For my first assignment, I worked with Mingxue Zheng to create a ceiling tile. I made the sketch of the picture and then we worked together to draw and paint it on the actual tile. I really like cats so that's what I decided on for our tile. For the second assignment, I drew a koala bear. My boyfriends' nickname used to be koala so I made that my picture. For the third assignment I made bats on construction paper and for the fourth assignment I did a self-portrait of Mingxue Zheng. Please enjoy and comment if you like; thank you for taking time to look at my work.

The Others

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 3 - Pahomov - C on
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Chapter 1: First Day


Samantha


“Don’t be nervous Sam. Everyone is nice at this school. Trust me,” June cooed as she drove past a grey old barn that had a tall corn field engulfing it.

“That’s what you said about the last three schools,” I muttered and she shot me an old fashioned “I’ll pull over and bite you” glare.

“This school is filled with kids that are unique like you. It took some digging but I think I found a good fit for you this time. I’ve already talked to the dean and some of the teachers,” She said smiling to herself as if she had discovered the cure to cancer.

“Sure. And as soon as you leave I’ll get to really see what the kids are like. We’ve been down this road before June,” I said and sighed softly.

“I swear it’ll be different this time. Give this a chance and try it,” She said and nudged my arm that was resting near her.

“No, I mean that we’ve been down this road we’re on twice now. This is the third time I’m seeing that old barn,” I huffed pointing out the window.

“Oh! I must have read the directions wrong. Let’s see. We’ll try making a right over here,” She commented and began talking to herself as she drove.


I laid my head against the window, staring at the barn in boredom. Something looked out of place, so I sat up a little to see better. There was a boy standing at one of the big windows with his arms out in front of him as if he were telling something to stay away. His back was towards me so all I could see were the broad shoulders and light brown skin. It might be caramel. I watched closer and could see figures in the shadows of the barn. A long blade emerged from the barn and sliced at the front of the boy hitting his chest and he fell from the window to the ground.


I must have screamed because my aunt June slammed on the breaks. I undid my seat belt and bolted out of the car launching myself into the corn field. I could hear June yelling my name, but I blocked it out as I started running towards the barn. After a couple minutes I found myself outside the barn with my heart pumping in my ears with cuts all over my arms and legs from the corn stalks. I scanned the area and let my eyes rest on the bloody body of the boy that had fallen.


I quickly knelt down by his side and ripped off his shirt so I could see the wound. There was a long gash down his very muscular chest and stomach. Closing my eyes I started drawing in the energy of the sun and let it build up in my stomach. After a minute I leaned down opening my mouth licking across his wound, letting the energy come into direct contact with his gash and heal it faster.


Lucas


I opened my eyes slowly as I felt a warm sensation against my skin. I stared up at the sky watching the clouds float by me. Feeling a sudden burning on my stomach I gasped aloud. I tried sitting up and ignored the aching of my back and head. Propping myself up onto my elbows I sat face to face with a girl on fire. Her hair was flowing in the wind with sparks flying off it like someone was lighting a match. Her skin was all yellow and orange with a glow that almost blinded me; and her eyes. Her eyes were the perfect shade of forest green with a ring of volcano red around it.


Her eyes widened as she noticed that I was conscious but then she put some hair behind her ear and dragged her tongue across my chest bringing back the burning sting of heat. I tried to speak, but no words would come out. All I could do was bite my lip through the pain and stare into the eyes of the girl on fire. After a couple minutes she stopped and I caught a glimpse of her tongue that was small and pink but had a yellow and orange glitter on the tip of it. Her eyes focused on me for a second and then she started touching my arms and legs to check for other cuts.


I looked down at my chest and the gash from Danny’s blade was completely gone. All that stayed was the warm feeling from her tongue against my skin. I looked over at the girl as she started poking my ankle, which was twisted in the most unnatural way. After a moment her hands caught flame and she looked up at me. A normal person would have probably screamed and tried to crawl away. But all I could do was stare at her. She kept her eyes on mine as she pressed her hands to my ankle and I let out a scream feeling the heat on my skin and bones. She gripped my ankle tighter and then my ankle made a cracking sound. Everything went black after that.


Samantha


“Shit,” I said while biting my lip.


I could hear talking and footsteps in the barn as I sat staring at the unconscious boy on the ground. He passed out while I was healing and realigning his broken ankle. I tried to be as gentle as I could but the bone had to be put back into place. And now people are coming because they heard him scream.


I got up slowly and stumbled a bit feeling dizzy from using my powers. After a moment I bent down and grabbed the boy off the ground wrapping him on my back like a bookbag. He lets out a soft groan as I start walking towards my car. My cheeks flare up a bit as he breathes against my neck and nuzzles my hair like it’s a pillow.


“Where the fuck is he?! I dropped his ass right here!” A guy’s voice booms from behind me, making crows fly up into the sky.

“I don’t know. But I’m picking up the scent of someone that isn’t Lucas,” Says another voice that’s male but less intimidating than the first. I start moving through the corn as quietly as I can.

“Do you recognize it from anywhere?” Asks a voice that’s soft and angelic from a girl.

“No. I have no clue who it is Nick. Maybe it’s someone from out of town,” The second guy said.

“Damn it Jack just find them!” Nick growled and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“Nick, relax. We’ll find Lucas,” Said the girl; trying to sooth Nick.

“You better! I don’t have time for this shit! I need to be focused on finding the Phoenix Child. That is the ONLY thing that matters,” Nick barked and I heard a car start up.


I started walking faster towards my aunts car when Lucas let out a soft groan against me. I stood still as I heard soft footsteps and Nick’s car turn off. I took a deep breath and weighed my options quickly in my head. Leave this hunk of a boy here to get hurt again, stay and fight the people who hurt him, or sprint my ass to the car. I heard light footsteps coming into the cornfield and all the hairs on my neck stood up. Sprint my ass to the car it is. I fixed Lucas on my back closing my eyes to take in some of the suns energy and bolted through the corn. I could feel my flip flops rip off of my feet as I ran but I ignored it. The only thing that mattered was getting Lucas and myself to safety. Which was away from the kill happy teenagers near the barn.


As I skidded to a stop by the car I quickly swung the door open and slid inside with Lucas sagging against the seat. My aunt June spun around in the front seat staring wide eyed at me and Lucas but I put my hand up to stop her from saying anything.


“Just drive. Now! This kid just fell and hurt himself and he needs medical attention,” I lied watching as corn stalks moved as the mysterious teenagers ran towards us, “Go!”

“Okay! Okay!” She shouted gripping the wheel and punching her foot onto the gas petal.

“Thank you. Just drive to the school. I think he might be a student there,” I said softly as I slid a seatbelt across Lucas’ body and then on across mine.

“Will he be okay until we get there? I might get lost again,” Aunt June said with panic starting to rise inside her.

“Well then I guess you better not get lost again. His life is in your hands,” I mumbled and I saw her hands tighten more on the steering wheel until her knuckles turned bleach white.

“Promise me that you’ll explain all of this to me later?” She asked looking into the rearview mirror so our eyes could meet.

“I promise. I just want to get him to a doctor right now,” I said giving her a little smile and I saw her eyebrows relax a little bit.

“Alright. Do you even know anything about him? Was there anything in his pockets? Did he say anything?” She rambled as she made a couple turns.

“His name is Lucas. I heard him say it before he passed out,” I began biting my lower lip a little. Luckily my aunt was watching the road so she didn’t notice.


I didn’t feel like it was the right time to mention the three people yet. My aunt might not take it as well as I did. She might throw Lucas out the car or think that I’m having delusions. I wanted to keep her as calm as possible so that she could drive us to the school because I had no idea of how to get there. Right now was the time to keep information on a need-to-know basis. And that included leaving out crazy people and giant swords.


Lucas let out a soft groan and his head laid back against the headrest. I touched his right cheek gently and kept it there until his body relaxed. This isn’t the day that I thought it would be. And I had a feeling that this was only the beginning of a series of dangerous events.


Chapter 2: Resting


Lucas


“He’s fine Miss Daniel. I don’t see any serious wounds at all on him. Are you sure he fell from a window?” It was a man’s voice. It sounded a little like Dr. Fin.

“I’m sure. I watched him fall myself,” Said a young female voice and a shiver went down my spine as she spoke. I slowly opened my eyes as I kept listening to the voices.

“Well then he’s one lucky laddy. I always knew him to be a durable little tot,” Said the voice with a laugh.


Yup, definitely Dr. Fin. No one else calls me a little tot or laddy. The female voice let out a light giggle that made my heart skip a beat. It was so relaxed and soft but it could bring any guy to his knees. I turned my head slowly and saw Dr. Fin standing by his desk with a small girl that had long walnut colored hair and cocoa toned skin. She smiled up at him with dimples digging into her cheeks creating their own little happy faces on both sides of her mouth. She wore a light blue tank top with a kitten curled up around yarn on it and jean shorts that had loose tassels on the bottoms. My gills protruded from my neck as I looked at her perfectly shaped legs and waist. She was gorgeous and my animal side was going berserk. I turned my head away forcing my eyes shut and took deep breaths until the gills went back into my neck and my nostrils flared.


This girl was dangerous and she would be the death of me. I could feel it in my bones. I opened my eyes back up as footsteps came near my bed. My gaze was met by forrest green ones that looked giddy with happiness. She smiled looking at me and said something but I didn’t hear it. I was lost in my own head with my thoughts swimming with all the things that made her look attractive. And her eyes; they looked so familiar.


“Is there something on my face?” She averted her eyes from me as she wiped her hands over her face.

“N..no. Your face is perfect,” I croaked and began to slightly blush, “I mean uh. Your face is fine. I’m sorry for staring.”

“I’m glad,” She said giggling and covered her mouth with her hand. Odd.

“How are you feeling Lucas?” Dr. Fin stepped closer to me and checked my forehead.

“I feel great now,” I sat up slowly and watched as Miss Daniels eyes glided over my bare chest where my tattoos were.

“That’s good. Can you tell me what happened?” Dr. Fin sat in a swivel chair while summoning a notepad out of his pocket with a small black pen.

“I don’t remember everything...I was told to go to the barn for some meeting for the most talented students here. But when I got there only Nick and his posse were there and they tried to get me to sign some contract..” I shook my head trying to process everything as I said it.

“I don’t know of any new club for just the most talented students. Or of a club that requires students to sign a contract. Did you sign it?” Dr. Fin scribbled on his notepad so fast that the point of his pencil went from being sharp to a nub in a matter of seconds. He stopped writing and looked up at me.

“No I refused to join. I don’t really like clubs,” I scratched my head softly and there was a leaf in it, “I don’t really remember anything after that...”

“They attacked you Lucas. I watched you fall,” Miss Daniel clenched her fists seeming to become angry that I got hurt, “I wanted to hurt them but I had to get you to a doctor...”

“Samantha I’m surprised you were able to carry Lucas away. He’s almost twice your height,” Samantha smiled a bit.

“I work out and do sports a lot.”

“So your name is Samantha Daniels?” Damit. I said that out loud.

“Yes it is,” she giggled and put some hair behind her ear, “Oh um..what’s a Phoenix Child?”

“That is a very good question,” A voice boomed as the infirmary doors swung open. The Dean of Students comes in with Nick Pitella behind him, “A Phoenix Child is a rare person on the Earth that can harness the energy of the sun and technologies around them and use it. Another name for them is an “energy being.” This person has never been found though, which is why it’s somewhat of a myth now.”


All the hairs on the back of my neck went up as he spoke. I remember why Samantha looked so familiar now. She’s the Phoenix Child. I saw her when she found me outside the barn. I looked at Samantha as the dean spoke and noticed that the tips of her hair had started to flicker between its regular shade of brown and a glowing gold. I quickly leaned forwards without thinking and yanked her ponytail pulling her down onto my lap in the bed. She let out a high pitched yelp as she fell into me and everybody stared at me in shock.


“What are you--”

“Saving your ass. Your hair is glowing,” I whispered in her ear and then looked up at everyone’s wondering eyes, “Sorry about that. I just wanted to give her a hug. I haven’t seen her in so long.”

“So long? You know each other?” The dean arched an eyebrow at us.

“Yes. We met a beach a couple years ago. I really liked her in the bikini she wore. What design was it again Sammy?”

“Oh um..It was a black bikini with rainbow butterflies on it,” She blushed a bit and her cheeks flared a bit.

I pinched her cheeks with my thumbs and pointer fingers to cover the glow, “I missed you when you left that night. And then I lost your number while we were swimming.”

“Well since you know Miss Daniels so well then you can give her a tour of the school. She’s our newest student. How’s that sound to you?” The Dean gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and Nick kept his eyes locked on Samantha.

“That sounds fantastic,” I slid Samantha off my lap as I got out the bed stretching.

“Good. And maybe stop at your dorm room for a new shirt,” He motioned his eyes to my chest and turned leaving the infirmary but Nick stayed rooted to his spot.

“What’s wrong Nick? Cat got your tongue?” I smirked while watching as he blinked and let a glare form on his face.

“Screw you Lucas. We still have business to discuss later,” He glanced over at Samantha briefly, “Bring her with you.”

“I go where I want to go. Don’t make plans for me,” Samantha got up putting her hands on her hips and glared at Nick with her eyes flickering red and he took a step back.

“I...I wasn’t talking to you. Just bring her to the gym later Lucas,” Nick spun on his heels and practically ran out the room.


I sighed running my hands through my hair and sat back down on the bed. Dr. Fin walked over to Samantha looking at her eyes and gave a little smirk. She blushed and looked down at the floor with her cheeks glowing a dull yellow. He tilted her head back up and nodded as if coming to a decision in his head.


“You are the Phoenix Child, daughter of Diana Samantha Isle. I knew I’d meet you one day,” He smiled and took a step back to look at her.

“How do you know my mother?” Samantha’s body shed its hard demeanor and she sat next to me on the bed.

“She was my cousin from my dad’s side. We grew up together,” He gave a slight smile but then it faded as he thought about something, “You shouldn’t be here. If the Dean realizes who you are he’ll put you into the experiment.”

“What is that supposed to mean? Damnit Dr. Fin you said you didn’t know anything about the special group,” I got up grabbing Samantha’s hand suddenly not wanting to be anywhere near Dr. Fin right now.

“Wait! I can help you,” He stepped between us and the infirmary door, “I couldn’t save my cousin, but to make up for that I’ll save you both. We have to hide you until you get a grasp of controlling your powers. Glowing cheeks and flickering eyes will get you found out sooner or later,” He walked over to his desk grabbing a small satchel and a hat.

“You may be right about that. But Before I trust you completely. Tell me what happened to my mother,” Samantha planted her butt on the bed and crossed her legs at the ankles.

“She was put into the special group. The group is supposed to extract the special powers of students and then use them together as cures for the diseases in the world,” Dr. Fin went over to his desk fumbling around for something.

“That doesn’t sound bad. I don’t mind being apart of the cure and saving--”

“Shut up!” He snapped at her and grabbed a ring of keys out a drawer, “If your powers are extracted you will die. I am not losing my cousin’s only daughter. Let’s go.”


Samantha stared at him in shock as he marched out the room through the back door. I crouched down next to her and patted her knees. She looked at me with eyes getting watery so I lifted my hand wiping them gently. She blinked pulling away and looked away from me.


“All this time...I thought she left me to go be with my father. I hated her for leaving me and this whole time she was dead,” She started breathing faster and sniffling.

“I know...but come on. Make it up to her by staying alive. Keep her legacy going through you. Let’s go and find out what you’re really capable of,” I gripped both her hands pulling her up onto her feet.


Chapter 3: Protectors

Samantha


“Sit here and close your eyes. Try to relax,” Dr. Fin said and closed a big metal door locking it.

“Relax? After finding out that my mother is dead and someone is trying to kill me as well as other students? How am I supposed to calm down?” I replied with heat building up in my whole body.

“Easy Sammy...calm down. You’re glowing again.” Lucas said from his chair in the corner of the room.

“He’s right Samantha. And this is exactly why I brought you here. You have no control over your powers once your emotions flare up,” Dr. Fin said walking past me and patted a chair in the opposite corner of Lucas, “Now sit.”


I sighed heavily while running my fingers through my hair and sat in the short blue chair. Dr. Fin smiled a bit and then walked over to a yellow chair at the center of the room sitting down. He put a briefcase on his lap opening it up and pulled out small daggers. He laid them on the floor while then pulling a lighter and bottle of alcohol from the case.


“What is that for? Are you gonna teach me how to fight drunk or--” I let out a scream closing my eyes and putting my hands out in front of me as he threw a dagger straight at me.

“Samantha...open your eyes.” Lucas said.


I opened my eyes and there was a glittery yellow bubble surrounding me with the dagger on the floor. Lucas got up from his seat to get a closer look and I just, stared at it. I never made a shield before. I didn’t know that I could make one. I looked up as Lucas tried touching the bubble. As his finger tapped the shield it electrocuted him and he dropped to his knees holding his arm. I slid out my chair making the bubble disperse.


“Lucas are you okay!? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to..” I said reaching for his shoulder but he pulled away from me with his eyes looking different.

“Don’t touch me…” He said with his voice hoarse and skin pale. His pupils had changed from the circular shape to a large rhombus with two little ones on either sides of it. And his irises were cyan blue instead of the usual sky blue.

“Here Lucas. Take this,” Dr. Fin walked over giving him a small blue orb.

“Thank you…” Lucas said taking the ball and it started glowing as soon as he touched it.


The orb’s glow started to shine in a pulse like a heartbeat and gills sprouted out from Lucas’ neck. His hair became a midnight blue as his skin flushed to a normal color. I sat back on my butt and pretzeled my legs while keeping my eyes on him. I knew he was special, but I didn’t know it was ocean special. Kane looked up at me with his eyes wide and gills flaring.


“I um..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you...” I said and looked down at my sneakers feeling ashamed.

“It’s fine. You don’t know your own strength. And that’s okay. I don’t mind getting shocked if it’ll help you become better,” Lucas replied and my cheeks glowed a dim yellow.

“Alright Lucas. You ready to show Samantha your powers?” Dr. Fin said picking up the lighter and alcohol bottle.

“Sure. Hold this Samantha,” Lucas got up passing the blue orb to me and it sent a chill through my whole body.


Dr. Fin took a swig of the alcohol grinning a bit and flipped the lighter open. He exchanged a quick nod to Lucas and then motioned me to move out of the way. I took a couple steps back with the orb starting to freeze the tips of my fingers. Dr. Fin lit the lighter and inhaled the flame closing his eyes. When he opened them his eyes were red and then he open his mouth shooting a giant wave of flames at Lucas. Every hair on my neck went up as I watched Lucas just stand there without trying to block it. Right when I was about to say something, Lucas lifted his hands in a fluent motion and shot a blast of water at Dr. Fin meeting his flames in between them.


Lucas’ eyes widened and his blast increased pushing Dr. Fin’s flames back. So Dr. Fin puffed up his chest making his flames increase. After a minute of the back and forth pushing, Dr. Fin’s flame started to falter as he became hit with fatigue. I could see that Lucas wasn’t lightening up and that it would probably be bad if a fire breather was hit with water. I needed to do something but I didn’t know what to do exactly. I looked down at the orb and noticed that it had completely frozen my hands into a block of ice.


“L..Lucas?...” I said and walked over to him holding up my hands.

“Oh shit!” He replied and dropped his hands to grab the orb out of my hand.

“Watch out Lucas!” Dr. Fin said as his flames came spiraling towards us.

“Lucas move!” I said pushing him out of the way and felt the flames blast against my backside.

“Samantha!” Lucas got up to grab me but stopped as the flames started to spin around my body like a tornado.

“Lucas don’t touch her,” Dr. Fin walked over watching as the flames just kept spinning around me and melting the ice from my hands, “You are truly the Phoenix Child.”

“I guess she is,” Lucas replied while staring at me.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I felt my cheeks burning red as I blushed and I turned away.

“Look at me,” He said and I could hear him walking over to me.

“Don’t come any closer or you’ll get hurt again,” I replied turning to look at him.

“I don’t give a damn about getting hurt,” Lucas stepped closer grabbing both my hands and the flames dissipated, “See. I’m fine.”

“You’re so that lucky my powers stopped working when you touch me.” I said and looked down at his hands that were still holding mine.

“Samantha I was trying to wait to find you your Janshi,” Dr. Fin said while going inside his briefcase, “But I think you already found him.”

“My Janshi?”

“The only person on the planet that can disable and calm your powers. Each Phoenix Child has one somewhere on the Earth. It seems that Lucas is your Janshi.”

To Be Continued…..

Sticks And Stones

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 3 - Pahomov - C on
“Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.” (The Christian Recorder) Growing up I used to hear this saying a lot from adults. But I never believed the second half of it after going to the 4th grade. Sticks and stones do have the ability to break bones, but words can be just as painful when used in a negative way. Words may not actually hurt your body, but it can cause emotional harm. When someone speaks negatively toward me, I get a pain in my chest the same way I would if someone had punched me. Whether you’re getting stones or words flung at you by others, both hurt the body and mind.


I used to always try to live by this saying when I was really young. I thought that I would be strong enough to hold my head high and not be afraid of anyone. And that I would always stay strong against people who didn’t like me. I wanted to be a big girl like my sisters and mother. I wanted to be tough like my brother and father. I had dreams of being the next Serena Williams shredding up the tennis courts and letting all girls know that they could do it one day as well. But I quickly lost all of those dreams and goals in my life.


My brother and my middle sister began making fun of me everyday when I was in first grade. Picking on me because I wasn’t skinny and tall like them. Pointing out the fact that I wasn’t able to learn as quickly and do math as well as them. At first I tried to ignore them because I knew that they were my siblings so they must love me, at least a little. But then my grandmother started pointing out my size. Every time we went to visit her, she’d pinch my cheeks and separate me from my sister by saying, “chunky girl, big girl.” My sister was big girl because of her height and I was chunky girl for my weight. My grandmother would always say that I looked thicker every time I went over her apartment.


After that I started to lose some of the confidence I had but tried to stay strong because I still had my parents, my friends, and my oldest sister. But with time my mother started to point out how different I was from everyone else. She would make me sit with her and do “Hooked On Phonics” to try to make me smarter. This just made my siblings make fun of me more often than before. After that she tried changing what I ate, but I wasn’t eating badly to begin with. I used to eat fruit and vegetables all the time but I was just naturally a big figured child. No one understood that back then though; to them I was the little girl that must have been sneaking candy and cookies from the cabinet at night. The confidence to stay strong and stay positive was slowly slipping out of my grasps but I tried clinging to it in hope that things would soon get better.


After second or third grade children at my school began acting the way my siblings did. Making fun of my full figure and how chunky I looked compared to everyone else. My mother had bought baggy uniform clothes for me to wear everyday. I thought it was so that if I got bigger I wouldn’t look like a stuffed turkey. I didn’t have the fancy fitted uniform or the cute hairstyles like the girls had on in my school. My parents didn’t have the time or money to send me to my godmother to get my hair done all the time. And my mom had too much pride to just pay my godmother back later. But with baggy clothes and my hair in big braids, kids distanced themselves from me. I lost all of my friends after that point, no one wanted to be with the chunky short girl during recess.


I’d just sit on the cement watching everyone play or do jump rope by myself in the shade. I loved being active, it gave me such a satisfied feeling inside. Then I decided, if no one would talk to me as a friend, then maybe they’d talk to me as a teammate. My brother started bringing me to school early so I could play football with boys in my grade. And for some time, it felt really good to have kids my age to bond with. But then some boys stopped playing because they didn’t like the fact that I was better than them in a man’s sport. I was a big black girl that knew how to run and had the capability of hitting hard; which scared many boys at my school because I wasn’t all small and dainty like the other girls that wailed at the slightest hit. So after a while I stopped playing football all together and went back to my shaded spot alone. The game wasn’t fun when no one wanted me there.


I had no friends, no second half or partner in crime, and no shoulder to lean on or ear to whisper into. I’d just go to school, do class work by myself, come home, do homework in my room, eat dinner quickly, and then go straight to bed. I didn’t dare talk to my family about how I was feeling or what I was going through because I didn’t trust them. My middle sister started playing tricks on me and leaving for school without me in the morning. And my brother started his addiction of making promises but never keeping them. My father never spend time with me while he wasn’t at work. All he cared about was his two precious older daughters and his sports on television. I didn’t even like my family the way I used to anymore. I had no one by my side for comfort anymore. At a young age I was on my own in a situation that I couldn’t really understand and had no one to ask about it.


The only thing that kept me hopeful about things changing and getting better was my love for sports. My love for being seen by people as I showed off how good I could really be at something. I would always shout at kids in school that someday I would be famous and sexy and then they’d be sorry for treating me like trash. But as time went on, my father told me that I was too different to ever make it to Serena Williams’ level, I then lost my will for change. Sports was the only thing that made me truly happy in life. It was the only activity where I could try to shine and be be free. When I was put on the court, all my troubles and fears went away. It was just me being the the girl that I kept locked up inside. But when my dad took away my dreams of doing what I love as a career, I had nothing left. I lost my love for myself.


There were times when I’d come home and my mom would ask me how my day was. I’d just give a small smile and say it was okay. I could have reached out to her and actually told her how miserable I was at school. But I could no longer find the confidence to speak up. I didn’t know how to tell her that kids were bullying and avoiding me. I didn’t know how to tell her that I actually preferred the way they treated me over the way I felt when I was home. I could no longer stand to sit in the same room with my family for too long without getting upset and that made me feel even worse. These five people are my family; i’m supposed to love them. I’m supposed to have a bond with them that is stronger than all others because they are my blood. But after all I went through; and was still going through, I couldn’t feel a strong bond anymore. I felt like an outsider in my own home; unloved by all the people that I thought were my family.


If no one loved me and cared for me, then maybe I shouldn’t love myself. I really started to believe that there was something wrong with me. If everyone I knew thought that I was ugly and fat, then I probably was. And I could no longer stand to look at myself knowing that I was unattractive to people. Mirrors, make-up, nail polish, and pink were things that I no longer messed with. No amount of make-up and pretty clothes could disguise how ugly I was. Every time I dressed up and looked in a mirror I’d just start crying. I felt ugly inside and out and there was nothing I could do to change it.


I thought; if no one believed that I could do anything great and become known, then there was no point in me creating goals and dreams and a passion for anything. I lost all interest in trying to become something in life because deep down I couldn’t bare to have anything else taken away from me after I developed a love for it. I had lost everything that I held dear to my heart; everything that made life worth enjoying. All I could do was live day to day with a fake smile taking everything that people threw at me. I no longer had the confidence or support to make a change in my life. I failed in staying strong and loving myself when everyone began turning on me; I ended up turning on myself. Sticks and stones can break my bones, but it’s words that broke my heart.

Bibliography:
"Sticks and Stones (nursery Rhyme)." Wikipedia. Wikimedia Foundation, 15 Mar. 2014. Web. Mar. 2014. <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sticks_and_Stones_%28nursery_rhyme%29>.

The Thew: Ted vs. The Taming Of The Shrew

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 3 - Pahomov - C on
A play read in school was called The Taming Of The Shrew by William Shakespeare. Key characters in the play are Petruchio, Hortensio, Katherine, and Bianca. A movie that was watched after is called Ted by Seth MacFarlane. Important roles in the movie are Ted, John, and Lori. In both plays the men and women have automatic expectations of what their partner should do for them, but Ted isn't just talking about romantic relationships.

“Say as he says, or we shall never go.”

Act 4, Scene 3, Line 13


The Taming Of The Shrew has two characters that get married, Katherine and Petruchio. Petruchio has wed Katherine against her will in order to get money that her father will give him. Both characters are stubborn and mean to anyone who tries to get close to them or is just in the way. Katherine hears of her sister Bianca's wedding and the newlyweds are supposed to attend the celebration. But Petruchio is still in the process of completing his secret plan at this point; break Katherine into the perfect obedient wife. 


To test her he say's that the moon is shining even though it is clearly the sun. Katherine then tries to argue that it is the sun but quickly stops as he threatens to not go to the wedding. Petruchio's servant Hortensio then whispers the quote above to Katherine so that they can attend the wedding. Petruchio expects Katherine to follow where ever he goes and agree with whatever he says. No matter how crazy or wrong it is.


Husbands aren't always the person demanding attention and respect all the time though. Sometimes it's the best friend or servant or even the wife that has expectations to be met.

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In Ted, John has a magical stuffed bear that has been his best friend sense childhood. They do everything and go everywhere together. John has always depended on Ted to fill him up with the friendship he never had as a child. In this part of the movie, Ted asks John to hang out with him later. John turns him down saying that he has an anniversary dinner with his girlfriend Lori. Hearing this, Ted acts upset and not thrilled one bit with the fact that John and Lori are having their 4 year anniversary. 


Ted expects John to be free whenever he needs something. His thinking is that if John really cares for him he'll come when called. It's not enough for Ted that John lets him live for free in his apartment with Lori and himself. The expectations have increased between them over the years. Just like the expectations Petruchio has for Katherine increases every time he breaks a piece of her spirit. Ted has been easing his expectations onto John sense childhood nurturing it in his head. While Petruchio is force-feeding his expectations onto Katherine daily with no remorse. Wether it's by a friend or a lover, expectations are being made everyday.

“First kiss me, Kate, and we will.”

“What, in the midst of the street?”

“What, art thou ashamed of me?”

“[No] sir, God forbid, but ashamed to kiss.”

“Why, then, let’s go home again. Come, sirrah, lets away.”

“Nay, I will give thee a kiss. Now pray thee, love, stay.”

Act 5, Scene 2, Lines 147-154


After Bianca and Lucentio wed in The Taming Of The Shrew they throw a dinner for everyone to attend and dine together. Katherine walks with Petruchio at her side as people enter the large hall. Wanting to prove his ownership once more, Petruchio stops and tells Katherine to kiss him before entering. He gives her the options to stay at the party and kiss him or refuse and go back home.


Katherine wants to go inside the hall and see her family. To see the father who wed her to this maniac and to see her sister who has gotten her true love. At the same time Katherine doesn't want to kiss Petruchio, especially not in front of a crowd of people. Her family expects her to show up to the party while her husband Petruchio expects her to kiss him or go home. To satisfy both sides she puts her feelings aside and kisses Petruchio quickly to get it over with. 


Katherine found a way to make everyone content for the occasion at hand. Both sides want their high expectations met by Katherine no matter the feelings she has. This happens all the time between families, friends, and lovers in life.

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John is faced with a similar problem as Katherine in this part of Ted, the movie. His girlfriend Lori is ready for marriage and to have a better life with John.  She is tired of John letting Ted dictate his life and get between them. While Ted wants to stay at Johns side forever as best friends. Ted and John have already been friends for more than 20 years. Ted wants the relationship to be everlasting while Lori wishes for John to choose her and let Ted go forever.


To compromise and try to gain peace, John makes a decision. He decides to make Ted get his own apartment and job so that Lori can have the place just for herself and John. Now to make Ted not seem alone and left out John also decides to visit him keeping contact. John loves Lori more than anyone else he's known romantically. At the same time Ted is the best and only close friend that John has had all his life. Both of them are important to John and now they are making him choose against his feelings of having happily living together.


In the times of The Taming Of The Shrew women often had no rights or say in who they married. Women also had no voice in their marriages. All they were supposed to do was follow their husbands commands. Ted brings the same points but in a modern sense. Yes people have more of a say in who they marry. But now there's no guarantees like back in the day. 


Once a woman married, she and her husband were actually bonded until death died them part. Now a days women and men divorce, separate, and then elope at least once after the first marriage. A man and woman had to be married before they could become intimate in the Shrew. While in Ted there are prostitutes, drunken sex at parties, and sex between mates that have not yet tied the knot. 


Society has let dating and courtship become less organized and traditional. Less people are getting blessings from parents before marriage while parents are letting their children have a say in who they bring home for the blessing. Even as time progresses towards the future, society will always have people coming up with expectations for their mates to live up to.

Sources:

Shakespeare, William, and Thomas Goddard Bergin. The Taming of the Shrew;. New Haven: Yale UP, 1954. Print.

Ted. Dir. Seth MacFarlane. Screenplay by Alex Sulkin and Wellesley Wild. Perf. Mark Wahlberg, Mila Kunis, and Seth MacFarlane. Universal Studios Home Entertainment, 2012. Online Viewing.


Humanities Final Portfolio 2013

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 2 - Block on

One year can seem like ten years. One deep discussion in class can seem like an ice breaker for people to speak up. One journal to write a poem can be one journal to write out everything that’s killing you inside. One year of this class changes lives. One year of this class changed my life. There are two things that really stuck with me this year. First is that when challenging yourself you’re bettering yourself. Second is that everyone sees through their own lens.



We all react differently in certain situations. That’s depending on what side we’re standing on and what lens we’re looking through. If you see a man/woman begging for change on the street you quickly slide into a lens. You either give him/her change or shrug him/her off thinking he/she doesn’t need your money. If you are the man/woman begging for change you are wearing a lens. You either say thank you to everyone even if they give you the cold shoulder or you act mean to those who don’t give.



It is easy to judge someone else when you’re viewing a situation from a different lens. “I don’t listen. You don’t listen. We don’t understand each other.” (2nd Language Scene: English) When you hear of a woman letting her husband beat her up everyday you start judging. You think she’s stupid or weak or just downright incompetent of standing on her own two feet. But once you slide into her shoes and you yourself become the female getting bruises day in and day out you’ll think different. Once you see the hidden issues and insecurities the woman has you’ll think different. From a girl who grew up saying that would never happen to me I know; once you’re put in those shoes it makes you want to take back all those things you said before. But all we can do is move on and live life the best we can. “Accept your failures and move on.” (Creating Chapter 26 of TFA)



We need to take a step back. Lay out all the lenses in the world and put one on depending on our situations. If there’s a boy on his way to prison step back. Pick up a lens so you see what he sees and figure out what made a fine boy become a broken man. We have to use these lenses to help one another. “Don’t get involved and mind your own business!” - “But momma Humanity is my business.” (Philip Zimbardo: The Torturer’s Mind) Everyone has a problem and we need to help fix them. You can’t always see someones problems at first and we can’t judge everyone by their covers. People sometimes wear covers to hide the problems they have inside which relates a journal that we wrote in class.



To get through life and make ourselves better we need to challenge ourselves. That’s something I learned this year from my classes. I was constantly having to challenge myself so that I could give my best towards projects and discussions. To be able to express all that I could during our poetry unit I had to push my limits and go personal. I had to challenge myself with trying different types of poetry and then giving each one my all.



As the person I am I am always trying to change and better myself. Like back when I wrote a journal about what I wish I could do. Or back when I did a monologue project about the keystone pipelines. It’s hard sometimes to try new things and to put yourself out there for everyone to see you. It’s something that I’m getting better at doing every day that I’m in this class. I have to stop letting people hold me back and better myself. “Don’t let any man, woman, child, animal, or thing kill you inside.” (Letter Of Advice: English Post)


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English Journal #21: "I Wear The Mask"

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 2 - Block on
​There's a mask that I wear all the time.

That mask that I use to hide the real me inside. To cover my face that has these deep indents like pot holes from the tears that constantly ride down my cheeks day in and day out.

I wear the mask.

The mask that extends not only on my face but over my whole body 'cause I have too much insecurity to be me. To wrap around my arms and wrists to hide the lingering cuts that stain my skin like tire tracks 'cause I took that pair of scissors to deep.

I wear the mask.

It travels out of my mouth and my hands and covers the words and phrases that I know I can’t say aloud without someone clicking their tongue or taking their dialect up three octaves.

I sensor.

Letting the mask covers and translate what I want to say into something acceptable for these ears to listen to and take in.

I am covered by the mask.

English Journal #9: "I Wish I Could..."

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 2 - Block on
​I wish I could love myself. I want to be able to walk anywhere without having my head down and eyes looking down like they're burdened by ankors. Having the self esteem of a pile of garbage. When looking in the mirror I see Medusa. I see a thing that is ugly; is unwanted; is never going to be anything. To me, I am trash. I am hideous and only filled with fake "I love you's" from guys who want to get in my chastity belt pants and buttoned collar top. I just wish...that I could love myself. I want to stop adding scars on my arms.

Crossing Boundaries Podcast

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 2 - Block on
My project is about crossing boundaries. I interviewed my mother on this topic. When we talked it ended up being about how the past affects her, the differences between old school & new school, and the issues of people young and old. It was all about her insight, views, and experiences with things through her own eyes.
Interview on … - English

HRC Essay Contest - Klarissa S. Hudson

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​Introduction:

I was given the opportunity to enter a Human Right Campaign Essay Contest. My teacher Mr. Block forwarded me the e-mail of all the information needed to complete the essay. I was to pick 1 or more statistics given about LGBT youth and write about. I had to write about if I was surprised, how I relate to it, and how to improve the systems for the protection as well as the happiness of LGBT youth. This is the essay I submitted to the contest last week that won me 2nd place.
Essay


Happy..I don’t really hear that word come from my mouth when I’m asked how I’m feeling. It’s usually an “I don’t know,” a “I’m alright/fine,” or “I’m chilled.” Happy isn’t really in my vocabulary. I imagine it’s not in the vocabulary of most LGBT young people. The only time I use this word for myself is when I’m saying, “I wish I can someday be happy..” It’s not easy to be happy. Not everyone has a stress free and painless life. Not everyone has friends in school. Not everyone is loved. It’s not easy to be accepted.

Being unloved, bullied, ignored, viewed different, and treated badly because of who you are is very hard to live with. It makes a person feel sad, lost, unwanted, and that they should disappear or change. To disappear some relocate or stay in the background of life or resort to ending their lives. To change some alter their physical appearance or voice while others change their mindsets or ways of living. People all around the world cope with things differently.

I wasn’t too surprised when I saw that only 37% of LGBT describe themselves as happy. Being LGBT isn’t an easy or calm thing to be. It’s honestly hard and frustrating; it’s an extra box added to the pile of things that people are judged by. Some are blessed to have a family and environment that is supportive of their life choice and still love them. It’s not that way for all LGBT though. Some get kicked out of their house, cussed out, beat up, disowned by family, and not given jobs.

I have a friend who is gay. His father caught him and his boyfriend in his room as they were fixing their pants back into place. His father beat him up that night. After running away to another friends house and staying there for a couple days, his dad calmed down. My friend is back home now but his father pretends that he’s still straight. The relationship between them is thinner than before and now there’s a wall between them. There are people all over the world who try to pretend that their kids are still straight and that LGBTs don’t exist.

It’s become a norm in places around the globe that making negative comments about being LGBT is okay. It’s so hard to get people to accept you when their environment raises them to think that LGBTs aren’t people. And shouldn’t be allowed around straight people. Some will lie saying they don’t tell their kids that or act unfair to LGBTs but if 90% see and hear it how is it not true. There are many people young and old alike that are two-faced as well as double-standard when it comes to LGBT youth. This wrong teaching is what contributes to the LGBT youth being twice as likely as their peers to face relentless verbal abuse.

The world can’t stay like this forever. This has to be resolved and laid down to rest. We need to stop kids who pick on those who aren’t straight. To stick up for someone who we see is in need of support or a friend. It’s not acceptable to have so many unnecessary youth suicides, depression, self-harming, and so many other things. This is our time to stress over school work and the clothes we want to wear. Not the time to worry about which one of my classmates is gonna hurt me tomorrow or the day after. Yes there are lesbians, gays, bisexuals, and transgenders. But they’re just like us; human.

We are a breathing body that is beautiful and smart and creative in it’s own way. We are a physical being that eats, sleeps, feels, and thinks just the same as straight people. I love a man and he loves me. But I’m not any different or less of a person if I love a woman and she loves me. I am a LGBT youth. Not because I am lesbian or bisexual but because I am a youth who has no problem with speaking for LGBTs, backing them up, and wanting equality for everyone. I am me and I am speaking to all those who need a wake up call.

Language Autobiography 2013: Emotional Language

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 2 - Block on
​ Over the past month or two my class has been focusing on language and the meanings behind it. We also looked at the way language is used and viewed by different people all over the world. We've learned about accents, terms, slangs, norms, and the way people judge based on language. We were then to make a autobiography paper about language. Then we were left to interpret and express an idea any way we wanted to. I decided to do mine on the misuse of language and way of expressing emotion. After completing that we were to make a short video with some part of our paper.

Language. That book long encyclopedia of our tongues and mouths clinking and clanking together into words that we understand. Well that some of us understand. Different places have different languages and ways of speaking. Language is one of the things that is good and bad. Helpful yet harmful, bringing together while breaking apart, and communicating but confusing. A language can be used the wrong way if someone doesn’t understand it. Language isn’t just a bunch of words we speak. It’s a bunch of emotions, feelings, thoughts, communication, and culture.


There are those who throw their language around without really thinking of how it affects those around them. There are also some who don’t care how their words affect others and have the intention of hurting them on purpose. This is a common misuse of language that has become a norm. Some teachers use it on their students like the teacher from How To Tame A Wild Tongue who said “If you want to be American, speak ‘American.’ If you don’t like it, go back to Mexico where you belong.”


People of all ages are spitting the acid words of their language at each other. Parents, teenagers, children, and elderly alike all use their language to cause harm to one another. This misuse of language causes so many problems around the world. People are forgetting that language is not supposed to be for violence but for peace. We should be expressing our emotions with our language that isn’t aimed to hurt someone. There are many ways to express emotion, feeling, and experiences with your language. Here’s one example of expressing something through language.

“What is your problem? I’m tired of hearing you whine about your ex! What did he do?” He shouted at me.

“I...I can’t tell you straight up without crying...I’ll just read this poem I made after it happened...” I sighed opening up my notebook and slowly read what was written.

How much more pain must you inflict until you’re satisfied?

I know you’ve come to find pleasure in my misery and depression.
You get hot and turned on when I get stressed and overwhelmed.
You start to feel ecstasy as I cry and break down from the many assaults.
As I give in to the sadness and begin to cut you orgasm into bliss.
Satisfied in your victory you light your cigarette and push me away as I lay unconscious and defeated.

Just how low does your chain go?

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry I got mad at you.” He said and hugged me softly as tears went down my cheeks.


It felt good to tell someone what was going on in my personal life. I found communicating past events hard to explain. So to explain it clearly I wrote a poem that could exhibit the event. Language was used to express my emotion and events without causing harm or confusion to anyone hearing it. I was finally able to get out the things I had bundled and piling up inside me. From then on I have always used my language and style of talking to convey to others things that happen in life.  I can do things that occur in my life as well as things that occur with someone else. My language gave me a way to regulate my emotions and feelings.

Sometimes there are those who already know how to express what they’re feeling or thinking without feeling shy or powerless. Those who stand up for what they believe is right. Like the way I feel about people who aren’t straight around the world. If you ask me of my views I’ll gladly tell you how I think that we’re all equal no matter how we look, act, or who we choose to love in life. The only downside to using my language with a topic like this is that not everyone agrees. There are those who dislike anyone who isn’t straight try to silence anyone who wants equality. Being mocked and judged for having a particular view is another thing people do with their language in life.

“They’re not weird or freaks! Stop saying that. Just because they don’t love the same way you love doesn’t make them any less than us.” I say rolling my eyes at her stupid commit.

“They are. Nasty germ spreading people. Dicks don’t go with dicks and vagina doesn’t go with vagina. There should only be straight.” My mom says annoyed that I’m against her.

“That’s not true at all. They are normal. They laugh, smile, feel pain, sadness, love, and have the same bodies as us. We should treat them no different. They deserve to be here just as much as us.” I protest trying to keep my voice steady and firm.

“Oh goodness. You talk like you’re one of ‘em. You a fag now too?” Asks my mom and my eyes widen surprise by her question.

“I...I’m not. I’m straight mom. I just want equality for everyone. No matter who or what they are. We’re all the same and I wish you could see that. I know you don’t accept them but I do...” I say and sigh walking to my room knowing that tonight is not the night they will suddenly be convinced that I’m right.

“I’m straight. I think. I am....Maybe. I don’t know. But it doesn’t even matter. It’s not allowed in this house. It’s not allowed in this religion. It’s not allowed in this environment. I have to be straight sense there’s no other way. I will support everyone though. Straight, lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender. In my eyes we are all alike and should act like it. I don’t think anyone could ever change that view for me....not even family....” I sigh softly wiping away my tears.

Growing up in a household with people who have a heart set on one view is extremely difficult and sometimes hurtful. This family is against gays and puts the burden on their daughter to be straight. They use their language repeatedly trying to convey the message that they don’t like gays, don’t want them around, and have no intention of changing that mindset. As the daughter it is put in my head that the only way to get through my life and be apart of this family and community is to be straight and nothing else. No thoughts of being bisexual, lesbian, transgender; just straight.

As people of earth we should watch what we say, what we think, and what we express with others. Our language, our words, our tone of voice, and our facial expressions can offend and send the wrong message to some people. Language is a gift given to us all and should use it wisely, nicely, and as a way of conveying messages. Language is something I use everyday and I am grateful to have it in my life. I can’t imagine a life without having my language to use.

Emotional Language from Catalina S. Hudson on Vimeo.

Citations:

Anzaldua, Gloria. "How To Tame A Wild Tongue." N.p., n.d. Web.

Pipeline Monologue Project

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in World History - Block on
Introduction

Welcome to my blog post. I have written this to give people insight on the facts of the pipelines being built to bring America oil from Canada. The task was to create 3 monologues with 3 different point of views, characteristics, and feelings. The 3 monologues I have are from a view of a taser, a little girl named Shelby H., and a man named Samuel H. These monologues show emotion, mindsets, and some information about the pipeline put together. This post also includes the live performance of the little girl monologue. I hope you enjoy them and leave any comments if you want.
​“Spark” - By Klarissa S. Hudson

(Is sitting on the floor with head down and eyes closed)

Woah!!

(Gets up quickly and stands straight with only my head looking around)

What's going on?? I was sleeping so nicely....
Who are all these people around me? Why is my owner yelling? Wait...
Who’s that man?...Why is he chained to a tree?

(Takes a deep breath to calm myself so I can think)

I don’t really understand all the things that are going on.
My owner keeps yelling at this man like he’s committing a crime. He doesn’t look dangerous though.
But what I can’t understand is....

(pause)

Why is he chained to this tree?
I think my owner should stop yelling. Maybe my owner should calm down. He looks so calm and talking nicely about why he’s here.

(Tilts head to the side)

What does that sign say? D..Don’t...Kill our...planet...Don’t kill our planet? What does that mean? What does he have to do with killing our planet? There’s another sign...Pe..Pipeline...Equals game over...For Cliiiiimate...Pipeline equals game over for climate. Hm...this one looks easier...short term jobs and higher c..carbon dioxide..e..emissions. These signs are so interesting.

(Smiles)

I’m getting way better at reading this language. I’m a bilingual super taser.

(Laughs but suddenly stops tilting head up)

Oh no he is getting too close to the man. He has that look in his eyes again. Please don’t do this again. Weren’t those the same eyes you had when you hurt ma lady last week? Weren’t those the same eyes you had when you beat little miss? Why do you keep hurting people who didn’t do anything wrong? This is why I call you Spark. You go aflame instantly at those who go against anything you say.

(jerks forward and my eyes widen)

No Spark! Don’t make me hurt him! I can’t tase an innocent man. He’s done nothing wrong!
Stop pulling me down into this pit of despair with you! I’m not a monster like you!! Noo!!

(Starts shaking violently and falls backwards)

*Scene*
“Tuck Me In Goodnight” - By Klarissa S. Hudson

(is sitting on my invisible bed. Looks to my left)

Goodnight mom!
I love you too!

(looks down sighing)

Please mama...please stop crying. Papa said he would come back soon. He said that his work was important and he had to go. He works hard to protect us and bring home money. His boss pays him a bunch of money to go to work.

(grabs my stuffed penguin)

Why was papa taking that big chain with him this time though? Why didn’t he take his work bag with him? Mama never cried over him going to work before he got this new job.

(pause)

She cries a lot now. Almost every night she sits in front of the tv watching the news until late recently. I don’t understand why mama is always sad now. I want her to smile and for papa to come home. I heard them talking once about how there was some oil coming from a place under us. More south I think. I also heard about how it’ll hurt the plants. I like flowers and trees. Plants are so pretty.

(hugs my penguin tightly and closes my eyes for a second and then opens them)

I miss seeing them smiling in the kitchen every morning when I come down for breakfast. Papa reading his daily news and drinking his coffee.

(laughs)

He would always accidently pour salt in his cup instead of sugar. Me and mama would always just watch and laugh when he drank it. He made this face with his eyes squinted like a raisin. His tongue sticking out like a dog who’s too hot. And his nose scrunched up like he just smelled uncle Ross’s lucky underpants that he never washes.

(laughs but then it fades away becoming a sigh and a frown)

I miss those.

(pause)

Papa used to pick me up from school and take me out for ice cream. I always got vanilla and strawberry with whipped cream, gummy bears, and a big cherry on top. I would eat the cherry and give the stem to papa. He would put it in his mouth, shake his head around making the funniest faces, and then stick his tongue out showing me the stem with a knot in the middle. It always made me laugh. We’d go home and he would help me with my history and science homework. Papa knows a lot about those kind of things.

(lays down)

At night he would tuck me in and read me a story. If I didn’t fall asleep after he was done he would give me a big thick book. The dictionary.

(sits up rolling my eyes)

I always fell asleep reading that. But papa doesn’t do anything like that anymore since he got his new job. He’s always busy writing things down on paper and yelling into his cell phone. Ms. Cotton doesn’t like watching him while he works.

(covers penguins ears)

There are always pictures of sea animals covered in oil and land animals being pushed out the forest. Ms. Cotton gets really emotional and scared.

(uncovers them)

Mama told me that if his job losses then the ice cream shop will be taken away. She also said that we’ll have to move because it won’t be safe. Papa said that it’s a bunch of mean monsters that steal the things children love. He says that they throw all the items into large pipes. So we have to take all our things and go up. He calls it north. I just wanna go with my parents. I don’t wanna have him gone all day and night. I hope his job losses the fight against the monsters cause then he might come back home to me and mama. He can stay with us everyday like before and tuck me in goodnight. I just want papa home.

*Scene*

Tuck Me In Goodnight from Catalina S. Hudson on Vimeo.

“Chained” - By Klarissa S. Hudson

(Is standing still like being tied to something)

Hello officer.

(pause)

What am I doing here you ask? I’m protecting this land.

(Gives a smile)

No officer, I’m not breaking any big laws. I have to freedom to protest and I’m not hurting anyone. If anything the people trying to use this machine are breaking laws.

(looks around a bit)

Ask any of the others who are chained to machines. Building the pipelines will only cause destruction. We all have the right to try and protect our land. The earth is not just some ball we can use to create toxic gases and kill everything its way as long as it puts money in some peoples pockets.

(pauses as if listening and laughs loudly)

Really?! So you took what that bald guy said as truth? Those jobs given to make the pipelines won’t last long. As soon as the job is done those people will all be jobless again. Those so-called “jobs” are short-term and you shouldn’t believe it.

(shifts weight to other foot)

You should believe me because I have proof. It’s in my bag.

(searches for it, curses under breath realizing I don’t have it)

I..it is in my bag...I just don’t have my bag with me. That’s all. I swear I have the proof though. I’ll show it to you another time. I forgot it on my desk this morning. You can read it all and eat some of my wifes chocolate cookies.

(gives a smile but it fades into a frown)

I....I guess I can’t make you believe me then. You seem really hard headed ya know. Why don’t you try reading the signs that my friends are all holding up if I’m so unbelievable. I didn’t write them all.

(looks to my left)

That one says that it’s game over for climate. It’s true. A climate scientist from NASA said it himself. This pipeline production will only make more carbon dioxide. Using tar sands as a replacement oil is the 2nd largest pool of carbon on earth.

(looks to my right)

This one says that it takes more money than what we earn. It costs 7 billion dollars up front just to build it. That probably doesn't even include the paychecks for the workers. There’s also an unlimited amount of money to pay when pipes burst and to get the affected areas cleaned up. Did you ever consider?

(frowns)

I’m not blaming or yelling at you officer. Why are you getting so upset at me? I’m just telling you the facts of this topics.

(tenses widening my eyes)

What are you doing?? Get that taser away from me! I didn’t do anything! Don’t do this please! This isn’t funny man! You can’t do this! Put that away!

(tenses with my face serious and eyes fierce)

No! I will not give you the key to unlock this chain. I will never stop defending what’s right! This affects my family! My job! My friends! My wife! My daughter!

(screams as I get electrocuted)

*Scene*
Appendix
1. 7 billion dollars just to start and make the pipelines; not including anything else.
2. The main rebuttal for why the pipeline is good is because it's cheap, abundant, reliable, and provides jobs. 
3. Kills more jobs than it creates.
4.Dirtiest oil on the planet.
5. Isn't our oil as some claim it is.
6.Gives off more carbon emissions and toxic waste.

Bibliography  (MLA Format)
1. PBS News Hour
2. "Stop the Proposed Keystone XL Pipeline." Stop the Keystone XL Pipeline Project. N.p., n.d. Web. 17 Oct. 2012. <http://www.nrdc.org/energy/keystone-pipeline/?gclid=CNTP77ap4rICFcqj4AodM0gAqQ>
3. "Keystone XL Pipeline Project." Keystone XL Pipeline Project. TransCanada, n.d. Web. 17 Oct. 2012. <http://www.transcanada.com/keystone.html>.

Descriptive Essay - Thoughts Of The Heart

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 2 - Block on
“Hurry Up!” My sister yelled.

Full of excitement I ran down my stairs almost tripping into our christmas tree. It stood tall and green with plastic strips that acted as leaves. The red and yellow feathery streamers were draped around it like a scarf. There were little bulbs that light up only on the top, left middle, and bottom right. Large delicate ornaments dangled on the branches by little silver hooks.


Perched on the top of the tree were 4 cards with all our names printed on them. Underneath were the presents for this year and a neck pillow I bought for myself that looked like a light purple racoon. There was also a pair of socks from my godfather as well as a bike my mom got me for 50 dollars.


“I’m going to ride this bike everywhere!!” Shouted my sister as she gets the same exact presents as me.
“Have fun. I probably won’t ride mine as much though.” I said touching my bike.

Every year we get less and less. Our family stops visiting to say hi, excuses roll off their tongues on the phone. There’s the “Oh, we’re full of plans today”, the “Sorry but we have things to do”, and the “I don’t think we can make it over in time.” The amount of money in our wallets gets smaller and smaller. I wonder what will happen when there’s none left. I sit on my sofa with a sigh and look around my livingroom. Something red catches my eye and I see this little picture.

In the picture, there is a bulky grass green chair in the middle of the floor. Behind it stands a large Christmas tree with ornaments, bulbs, and woolly streamers everywhere. This tree is fabulous, but only a small portion can be seen as the chair takes up almost all of the picture. In this big green chair is a man dressed up as Santa Claus. That red and white outfit with the bushy cotton on the edges of his coat with those white gloves. A beard, mustache, and long white hair covers most of his face.


Behind his small glasses are squinted eyes; the eyes that are so nearly closed that the color can’t be seen. A floppy hat sits slanted on his head, tilted to the left. In his lap sits a little baby girl not even one. She is held at the hip by his large hands with her on his left leg. Her face is all scrunched up as she cries loudly wanting her daddy. Her dark brown eyes are watery and leaking tears down her face. Her hands are raised in front of her chest with those tiny fingers stretching out as she begins to motion for her daddy to come pick her up.


“Smile for daddy! Smile big for your picture!”  Says the women holding the camera with the flash off.

*CLICK*

That’s the picture of my niece’s first Christmas. Then I start to think. Will my niece have to grow up in a family that can barely buy gifts or new clothes or even pay their bills? What will she be like when she’s older? What people will influence her? How do I help keep the horrible world we’re in from hurting her? Why can’t our world be a better place for the sake of our future generations?


I guess I can’t answer all of these questions now, but I feel that I have to. I want to be a happy family. A home that’s nice with people who love each other and won’t end up hurting or betraying them. And parent who can pay the bills, instead of buying action figures. Another person who will try to support me more instead of constantly trying to lower my confidence. Maybe siblings who will actually try to listen to me. Thing is, no one who isn’t in my family ever sees this. No one ever knows what goes on. The problems of a household stay within the walls but never go through. Some might say secrets of a family make them strong, but I never understood it. I think I’m starting to though.

One example was when I was home for New Year’s break. I was celebrating casually with my family like we do every year, watching random shows on Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network. My dad was sleeping and my mom was cooking some food. Laughing with my sister as we pull out 3 glasses to drink from until I get a call from my boyfriend. Things never go right if a person you’re with says; “We need to talk.” It can only get worse from there.


“I don’t think we should be together for awhile.” He said calmly like it was no big deal.
“Why??” I asked upset.
“I need a break from you. From us. Just go date some other guy for now. Night, my love.”
“No, wait...”

*CLICK*

How could he just end it like that? Why now? Why is he always walking out on me? Why did it have to be tonight? What am I doing wrong?

I flopped down onto the sofa and tried to calm myself quickly. I wiped my eyes so the tears wouldn’t spill over down my cheeks. My heart was racing and aching in my chest repeatedly as the sound rung in my ears loudly. Trying to wrap my brain around what just happened my hands started shaking more than usual.


“Hey, come finish pouring the drinks!”  My sister yelled from the kitchen.
“I...I’ll be there in a minute!” I shouted trying to make my voice sound normal.

I got up off the sofa wiping away the last of my tears and clearing my throat. I was trying to make my face look calm, as I walked into the kitchen to fill up three glasses with apple cider. I couldn’t let anyone notice how upset I was. I didn’t want to ruin this event for my family.


I stood with my sister and mother in the living room, we were holding our glasses. We turned up the volume on the television and smiled happily at each other.


“5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy New Years!!!!” We shouted in sync and drank from our glasses.

Maybe a family can be strong without secrets. Maybe a family can bond if there’s no lies between them. A break up, a fight, a stressful project, or a hard day at work. Instead of keeping it in maybe we should just sit down and share it. If you smile no one knows your sadness and there’s always a frown behind a smile. Maybe I’ll try to communicate. Sometimes communication is the key.


Corruption & Censorship Blog #3

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 1 - Dunn on

This whole project has been both interesting to do and fun to learn things that I didn’t really know before. I made this video to bring awareness to people who don’t know about this topic or who don’t care about it. Here is the petition that I would like everyone to sign if they are against corruption and unjust censorship in the world. Here's my survey results if you haven't seen it yet and my bibliography.

 

After getting enough signatures I want to go and send it to someone like the mayor or even the state representative to show them that some people do care about what happens. So thanks for tuning in to my blog posts and hopefully a change can happen sooner or later. Until then try to make a change of your own and figure out ways to be heard and seen.

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Corruption and Censorship #2

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 1 - Dunn on
The world is full of corruption and censorship everywhere. In schools, jobs, television, government, stores, and on the street. It happens every year, everyday, every hour, every minute, and every second. Sometimes it’s subtle so no one notices. It can also be very straightforward, easy to see, and fast to understand.

 

One thing I’ve found out is why corruption and censorship isn’t stopped. It can be because some people are raised to think that certain things are acceptable. Some only want to do anything they can to make life easy and happy for themselves. There are those who try to go against it but their work doesn’t go that far. Others just simply don’t care because if it’s out of sight it’s out of mind.

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There are those who say one thing to make them look good but only do things for themselves, their friends, and their family in the end.
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People work hard for money everyday and put it in banks, taxes, fundraisers, and other things thinking that it goes somewhere useful. Not knowing that higher-class people use it for themselves.
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There are those type of people that think that chaos, profit, corruption, and politics are more important and better than the law, justice, commonsense, and public opinion.
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Adults today like to tell their kids and/or students about history but with their view on it. If a teacher is against women rights he will probably tell history different and try to leave women figures out of it. If a parent is against Islamic or Christian people they might not talk about them when they teach their children about history.
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There are those in government who are against making laws and benefits that are good for people in lower classes than them.
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Adults say that children should go to college and learn so they can get a job, a house, a car, and create a family. Then we get there and see that we have to pay thousands and millions of dollars just to get a piece of paper saying we’re smart in some subject. How acceptable and right is that? I smell corruption in America’s education today.
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Many people get tired of how corrupt and censored the world is today. So it results in them getting violent and causing deaths.

 

I went ahead and did a survey about this project for my classmates to fill out. Only twelve students filled it out which already began to show me how corrupt some were. I guessed they didn’t fill it out because they didn’t see the survey as important. So I just had to take the twelve responses I got and make it work. Some of the results surprised me and some didn’t.

 My Blog Bibliography. <--

Corruption & Censorship

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 1 - Dunn on
There are many issues and problems in the world these days. Some are recent and some have been going on for years and generations. There’s starvation, abuse, trafficking, abduction, global warming, etc. All these issues and many more are hurting and killing people around the globe. It has to stop and has to change starting with someone to stand up and say something.

 

So we all have to pick an issue to write about that we want to change. The issue I want to focus on is corruption & censorship. Both are connected and worldwide issues happening sense the beginning of time. People are changed, frightened, affected, killed, abused, misled, and hurt because of these issues. Has anyone ever even tried to stop corruption in jobs, education, homes, and government?


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The harsh truth of how some jobs are corrupt in the way they hire people.
-So for those of you that want easy definitions:

 Corruption is basically when others, a place, an object, a belief, or television changes people.

 Censorship is just when something is blocked off to someone based on their age, gender, race, etc.

 

-For those who want detailed and brainy definitions:

 

Corruption is spiritual or moral impurity or deviation from an ideal. In economy, corruption is payment for services or material, which the recipient is not due, under law. This may be called bribery, kickback, or, in the Middle East, baksheesh. In government it is when an elected representative makes decisions that are influenced by vested interest rather than their own personal or party ideological beliefs.

 Censorship is the suppression of speech or other public communication, which may be considered objectionable, harmful, sensitive, or inconvenient to the general body of people as determined by a government, media outlet, or other controlling body.

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It’s amazing how corrupt minded people censor others knowledge so they think that polluting the earth is okay.
Types of censorship:

Political

State secrets and prevention of attention

Religion

Educational sources

Copy, picture, and writer approval

Creative censorship

Self censorship

Books

Films

Music

Maps

Internet

 

Types of corruption:

Politics

Police

Philosophy

Jobs

Education

Etc.

 


Many think that corruption is awful and censorship is moral. The thing is, both of these are decent and terrible. Nothing is ever all good or all bad. Food is fine if you eat the right ones and the right amounts. If you eat too much or the wrong ones then it becomes a problem.

 Corruption is unpleasant if it hurts others but all right if it’s to protect someone. Censorship is fine if you’re keeping 5 year olds from watching adult swim but it’s dreadful if you’re taking advantage of being able to censor something. Why isn’t censorship enforced all the time? Why do some parents use too much censoring?

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The world is so corrupt and censored these days that everyone thinks its okay to throw everything in the trash not realizing where it goes.


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Corruption & Censorship

Posted by Klarissa Hudson on
There are many issues and problems in the world these days. Some are recent and some have been going on for years and generations. There’s starvation, abuse, trafficking, abduction, global warming, etc. All these issues and many more are hurting and killing people around the globe. It has to stop and has to change starting with someone to stand up and say something.

 

So we all have to pick an issue to write about that we want to change. The issue I want to focus on is corruption & censorship. Both are connected and worldwide issues happening sense the beginning of time. People are changed, frightened, affected, killed, abused, misled, and hurt because of these issues. Has anyone ever even tried to stop corruption in jobs, education, homes, and government?

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The harsh truth of how some jobs are corrupt in the way they hire people.
-So for those of you that want easy definitions:

 Corruption is basically when others, a place, an object, a belief, or television changes people.

 Censorship is just when something is blocked off to someone based on their age, gender, race, etc.

 

-For those who want detailed and brainy definitions:

 

Corruption is spiritual or moral impurity or deviation from an ideal. In economy, corruption is payment for services or material, which the recipient is not due, under law. This may be called bribery, kickback, or, in the Middle East, baksheesh. In government it is when an elected representative makes decisions that are influenced by vested interest rather than their own personal or party ideological beliefs.

 Censorship is the suppression of speech or other public communication, which may be considered objectionable, harmful, sensitive, or inconvenient to the general body of people as determined by a government, media outlet, or other controlling body.

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It’s amazing how corrupt minded people censor others knowledge so they think that polluting the earth is okay.
Types of censorship:

Political

State secrets and prevention of attention

Religion

Educational sources

Copy, picture, and writer approval

Creative censorship

Self censorship

Books

Films

Music

Maps

Internet

 

Types of corruption:

Politics

Police

Philosophy

Jobs

Education

Etc.

 

Many think that corruption is awful and censorship is moral. The thing is, both of these are decent and terrible. Nothing is ever all good or all bad. Food is fine if you eat the right ones and the right amounts. If you eat too much or the wrong ones then it becomes a problem.

 Corruption is unpleasant if it hurts others but all right if it’s to protect someone. Censorship is fine if you’re keeping 5 year olds from watching adult swim but it’s dreadful if you’re taking advantage of being able to censor something. Why isn’t censorship enforced all the time? Why do some parents use too much censoring?

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​ Some say this is wrong and not decent. Is it really? 
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This shows how some people use sneaky corrupt ways to get what they want not caring about the one person hurt by it.
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The world is so corrupt and censored these days that everyone thinks its okay to throw everything in the trash not realizing where it goes.


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Negative Space Reflection

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Art - 9 - Hull on
A. Negative space is the parts of the picture where there is no object. It's like the empty spaces in pictures that make up the back round.

B. For both mini projects I just looked at all the places where there were no objects. Like with the cut out I looked at the back round for the negative space. For the stool drawing I just looked at where none of the chairs and signs were.

C. If an artist can see the negative space then they can make a picture look mirrored, reflective, upside down, etc. They can understand the picture better.

D. If you can see negative space you can understand the drawing better and be able to see hidden pictures as well if there are any.

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El Secreto Del Cordero

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Spanish 1 - Manuel on
Hay una familia en el río de Narnia. Hay un papá, una mamá, un hijo, y dos hijas. La familia tiene ina casa pequeña. La familia tiene una cordero. Es una cordero miniscula. El cordero es muy importante. El cordero tiene un secreto. El cordero está triste. El cordero llora. El cordero le dice al papá, "El presa, ChuChu, no está contento. ChuChu va a destruir el Este Nernia." Hay un problema. Es un problema grande.

El cordero le dice al papá, "Nadar hasta el río más alto con tu familia." La familia nadar hacia el río más alto con la llama. El río más alta se llama Hunillcacoto.

Hudson2 - Macbeth BM - Elevator To Death

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in English 1 - Dunn on
I made 9 boxes with at least 1 quote from each Act of Macbeth on the outside and a picture of what each quote looked like. I wanted to do pictures to make the quotes more clear. I stacked the boxes up so it seemed like an elevator showing Macbeth going from being a well liked soldier to a hated man with a death wish.
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Mis Actividades

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Spanish 1 - Manuel on
Mi nombre es Klarissa Hudson. Tengo 15 años. Es muy athletica. Así que simpre practico deportes. Es bastante gusta musica. Es por eso que cuando tengo tiempo libre canto y bailo. Mi encanta leer y escriber. Por lo tanto a veces escribo libros y poemos. Es muy enferma mas o menos siempre. Es por eso gue después de las clases duermo. No me gusta nada nado nunca.
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¡¡La Fantastico Escheula!!

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Spanish 1 - Manuel on
1. La SLA es muy loco y interesante. We have many clubs including math, poetry, engineering, etc. We have sports, a school store, and also literature & math club for extra help. The school has about 500 students and 25 teachers. It's located at... I think SLA is a very independent and open school that gets work done in a fun way while teaching both the teachers and students.

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La chico y chica y mi at la Franklin Institute.
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Es mi at escheula en historia on Halloween.
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La chica Kennedy y mi en Bio chemica.
Clase: English
Profesor/a: Srta. Dunn
Actividades en la clase: Yo escribe poemos y books y stories y essays.
Responsibilidades:
Materiales: La computadora, los plumas, las hojas de papel
Opinion: Es muy te gusta. Por qué sí. Es my muy muy importante y favorita.

Clase: Arté
Profesor/a: Srta. Hull
Actividades en la clase: Yo escribe pictures.
Responsibilidades:
Materiales: La carpeta, las hojas de papel
Opinion: Es bastante te gusta. Por qué sí. Es muy diversión.
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¡Hola Ronald Vega! Saludos desde Klarissa.

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Spanish 1 - Manuel on
Querida Ronald Vega,

¡Hola! ¿ Qué mas? Me llamo Klarissa Hudson y tengo 14 años. Me cumple es el Julio 22nd. ¿ Cuåndo es tü cumple? Soy de Filedelfia. Hace mucho fresco pero mucho solo. ¿Que tiempo hace hoy en Maracaibo?

A ella le muy encanta cantar y bailar y escribe y leer. Sin embargo no me gusta nada comer y ir de compras y estudiar. Pero me muy muy muy encanta dibujar y salir con mi novio y escuchar musica y jugar videojuegos. ¿ Y a ti? ¿ Qué te gusta hacer en Maracaibo?

Es bastante baja y extraña. Es también deportista y trabajadora. Es a veces sola y platicar con amigos. Es morena baja marron y marron ojos. Es ademås una mezla de razas. ¿ Y tü? ¿ Como eres?

Bueno, me voy porque tengo que dormir. Adios amigo. 

Con cariño,
                                                                                                 

                                                                                               Klarissa Hudson
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Mi amiga Leah y yo. (Left is Leah. Right is me.)

Klarissa Hudson Q2 Media Frequency

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Technology - Hull on
​ SCRIPT

“Hello class. My slide is about the effects of peer pressure. It says that peer pressure equals disaster. That’s just what I think of peer pressure but someone else might say differently. I’ve had many experiences with peer pressure and this is the way I describe peer pressure because of it. In elementary school peer pressure got me into a group of girls thinking I’d be picked on less if I was apart of their click. Another peer pressure was when my boyfriend wanted me to do something that I wasn’t comfortable with but I did it anyway to make him happy. Both pressures ended in me being hurt more than before. So to me peer pressure equals disaster. I chose this backround just to show what disaster and give the presentation color and picture. Then I put white letters to contrast the design and used cracked letters to give the words some pizaz. I tried to keep the words simple and nice so I chose peer pressure and disaster. Thank you and that’s all.”  


I learned that the way pictures and words are done make a big impact and image on people and their thinking. The size, shape, color, and way it’s positioned effects it’s outlook to others. Contrast is pretty darn awesome in slides and shows a lot. I like experimenting with slide designs and pictures and colors. I also used this source. I think it looks better this time than before. The words and font are clearer and more legible. The white lettering is better looking and contrasting than the orange lettering.
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Klarissa Hudson - tarea - 11/14/11

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Spanish 1 - Manuel on
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Se llama es Femi Sekhet. Es tiene 15 años. Es de Ancient Egypt pero vive en Wonderland. Es​bastante bonita y deglada. Es siempre sociable y divertida. A ella le siempre encanta bailar y escuchar müsica y cantar. A ella no le gusta alguna vez ver la tele y jugar videojuegos. Sin embargo es mås o menos boba y loca. Femi también gusta salir con es novio. 

¿Conoce usted sus meses y las fechas?: Do You Know Your Months & Dates?

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Spanish 1 - Manuel on

Do You Know Your Months & Dates????? : Telling someone with short-term memory loss today’s month and date.

 


In order to tell someone the month and date you need to know:

1) The months and how to pronounce them

2) Numbers and their pronunciation

3) How to ask as the month and date

 

Click on this link for flashcards of each word and number you need to know and a pronunciation of each one below when you scroll down. You can do test, scatter, or space race if you choose to.


 

Below is a song that I made so you can remember the months of the year.

Intro:

Now you will see a short video of a student telling her old spanish grandpa with short-term memory loss what todays date and month is below.

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Here is a link to Michael's lesson on the days of the week.

¡¡¡Conozca las cartas!!!: Learn Those Letters!!!

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Spanish 1 - Manuel on

Learn those letters!! : How to spell your name when a friend doesn’t know how.

 

 

   In order to spell your name you need to know:

       1)    The alphabet

       2)    How to pronounce each letter

       3)    Say hi

       4)    How to ask for their name

       5)    How to ask how to spell it

       6)    Easy way to remember each one

 

The 1st link will show you flashcards of each letter and a list of each letter with their pronunciation.

 

 

This link is a song/rap that will help you remember the alphabet.

 

 

This link is just a little cute video of the Spanish alphabet.

 

 

 

Intro:

Below you will see a video of a student spelling their name for a transfer student from Puerto Rico in spanish.

Dice Hola & Adios: Saying Hi & Goodbye

Posted by Klarissa Hudson in Spanish 1 - Manuel on

Saying Hi & Goodbye: How to introduce yourself to a new student.

 

 

In order to introduce yourself you need to know:

          1)    How to say hi

          2)    How to ask their name and say yours

          3)    How to ask someone how they are feeling and respond when they ask you

          4)    How to say nice to meet you

          5)    How to say goodbye

          6)    How to pronounce each word

 

The link will show you what you need to know. Flip through the flashcards and then scroll down and click on the sound icons to here pronunciation.

 

 

 

 Intro:

Now we have a short video of a boy introducing himself to a transfer student from Brazil in Spanish.

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