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Regret

Posted by Zachary Walls in Storytelling - Chase on
storytelling today dredged up memories, memories of my one true regret. I'm not in a good enough place to talk about it now that it has just been brought up again but by the time I come up in story slam i should be.

A Tradition

Posted by Andre Serrano in Storytelling - Chase on
​Ever since I was young, it's been a tradition in my family to cut down the christmas tree. I don't mean bring one home from the neighborhood lot on the corner, either. We would actually go out and cut down our own tree. On the way we would stop by peddlers village and get some delicious apple cider and check out the ginger bread house competition. I may have little need to stop in on santa or the easter bunny at the local mall, but this is one holiday tradition that I don't want to give up.
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Paul Sierra

Posted by Desiree Mack in Spanish 4 - Manuel on
Eso es una pintura de Paul Sierra. Paul Sierra es de Cuba. Yo escogía la pintura por que es muy interesante. Me gusta los colores brilliantes y el mensaje, humor en fallecimiento: vida y muerte es un chiste. Yo seré  interpretación de Fidel Castro.  
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Maya Wright: Joan Mir

Posted by Maya Wright in Spanish 4 - Manuel on
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Mi Nombre es Pedro Machuca y vivo en un pequeño pueblo con mi mamá y mi hermanito. Mi mamá trabaja muy fuerte pero somos muy pobre clase obrera personas. El gobierno es socialista y somos nada a ustedes. Chile es en un revolución, destrozado por comunismo y socialismo. Mi familia sostenemos comunismo, por que haría todos personas igual con no división de clases.  Odio que la clase de alta pensan son mejor tanto nosotros por tenemos dinero mas.  
Esto es una pintura por Joan Miró. Me gusta la pintura porque representa un fuerte mujer trabajadora, pero ha regate (regatear) por tiempo y pobreza. El mujer en la pintura miro mi mamá. Los colores son oscuro pero suave, hacen el tono de la obra tranquilo.
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Diego Rivera

Posted by Andre Serrano in Spanish 4 - Manuel on
Diego Rivera--

 

Esta obra de arte es bien. Los colores son apogado pero dijó un cuento. No se por que pinta de esta cuentos porque el es de un familia muy rico, y esta cuentos de son los trabajadores y la clase obrera.

Semeadores Diego Rivera
Semeadores Diego Rivera

I Love

Posted by Deja Scarborough in Storytelling - Chase on
I love the way you love me.
I love the way you hold me.
I love the way you kiss me.
I love the way you make me feel safe.
I love the way you talk to me.
I love the way you look at me.
I love the way you make me love you more and more each day.
These are the things I love about you.

It Exists!

Posted by Christine Walden in Storytelling - Chase on
This fabled happiness is real! It lurks within you, barely contained, sitting in a small chair awaiting some external stimuli to let it loose. It was never meant for such a sedentary existence.
When said catalyst makes itself known and the confines holding this marvelous emotion are broken, it overwhelms. It drowns. It floods. It skips animatedly within your veins and must make itself known to all those around you.
It is a fidgety bliss that was never content with stillness.

Should one find themselves overcome with such feelings, I recommend running barefoot down the sidewalk on a chilly evening. Though I warn this jog does nothing to dampen the effects of the feeling, it merely makes one bearable to their family.

Lucky

Posted by Perry Woods in Storytelling - Chase on
​Saturday night I got a rejection letter. I told my best friend Joyce (who is basically like my older sister) about it Sunday night and she said she would give me a little luck and wish me some too. She was sure I would get something better. I got home today and looked in the doorway. There was a giant envelope with congratulations printed across it. I got in to another university instead. Joyce truly sent me luck. Now I hope it last long enough to get the schol I have really been working hard for.

Interpretacion por Presidente Allende

Posted by James Prell in Spanish 4 - Manuel on

     Me llamo Salvador Allende, y soy el presidente de Chile. Quiero un sistema mas igual y justo para la clase obrera. Entonces estoy introduciendo una forma del Socialismo.
     En la pintura, veo muchas colores oscuros, con amarillo brillante en el fondo. Veo unos rejos y parecen que están deshaciendo con el calor. El paisaje parece muerto porque no hay vegetación. Hay algo que parece un animal muerto o durmiendo. Creo que el animal representa una persona pobre de la clase obrera quien esta demasiado cansado para seguir. Los relojes representa el realidad que no tenemos tiempo infinitivo para hacer lo que queremos hacer. El paisaje representa el futuro para este animal, que va a morir como la vegetación. El luz en el fondo representa la memoria, cuando cosas no fueron tan difícil.
     Para mi representa el término en oficina. Cuando empezó tenia el soporto de mi país y el Unidad Popular, pero ahora hay protestaciones y etemtos en un revolución. Creo que mi tiempo se está ejecutando hacia fuera.

Salvador Dali
Salvador Dali

How Good....

Posted by Tajh Jenkins in Storytelling - Chase on
I didn't know how good this would be, until I got here now I never want to let you leave. We had had some good times on those tiny little islands and hanging out on the beach. It was you and me and me and you all summer. We were in Miami Beach, in Collins Ave, living the good life and living it fast. Steady sipping mojito's and patron margaritas. I was always wasted, and you were wasted too. I loved being wasted and the things that it made us do. Every time you called me baby, I thought about us making a few. Then we would be on our way to Jamaica too. Living the life, living it nice. When you were living with me, you were living life right.