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·       Mi grupo y yo hicimos un PSA sobre...My group and I did a PSA about...

·       Mi grupo hicimos un PSA sobre arbolas!!!!!

·       Por crear el PSA, la cosa más importante que aprendí fue...By creating this PSA, the most important thing I learned was...

·       Por crear el PSA, la cosa mas importante que aprendi fue arboles muy importante con enviromente, porque CO2 es no bueno, y O es muy bueno!!

·       Me gusta el PSA de mi group porque... Ellos en muy comica, pero muy “hard” a trabajo y completa proyectos, es possible, pero “hard”

·       Si pudiera hacer el proyecto otra vez, yo cambiaría...If I could do the project again, I would change...

·       Si puduera hacer el proyecto otry vez, yo cambiaria pasado frases, porque los frases no es bueno.

Copy the Master & Large Clear Object 

     I am doing the Copy the Master and Large Clear Object because it was assigned to me as a classwork grade. I wanted to try to make it the best projects I did before. For the Copy the Master, I used a picture from a collection by Ali Jabbar called Simple Public Figures. I drew everything with pencil and measured it out. I finished the rest with paint.  For the Large Clear Object, I did a glass. For the background, I shaded it with charcoal, lightly. Then, I drew the outline of the glass darker with a charcoal. I made the inside of the glass lighter by blending with a paper towel. 

     I wanted to make the glass look lighter in the middle because it needed to look like a clear object. I made other parts of the glass darker because the way of the sun hitting the glass. Since, one side of the glass is being hit my sun, the other side of the glass would have a shadow. I wanted the illusion that the glass was clear even though, it was a 2-D drawing. For Copy the Master, I wanted to picture to be an exact copy of the original. The painting wasn't the exact same but, I did the best I could. The color may be off some in the suit area,but it is a good replica.

• What was the assignment?  
  For the quarter 2 part of this year, we were learning how to talk about our daily routine. At the end of the quarter, we were assigned this project. We had to make a video and describe our day.
• What did you enjoy about this project?  
  I got to get together with my family and act out my day.

-Reflection: 

• What did you learn about yourself after mapping out your daily routine?  
  I wake up very early. My daily routine just repeats itself and changes on the weekend. It was fun writing it out.
  
  
• What skills did you acquire related to the Spanish language?
  I learned the different parts of my house. I also learned how to use the verb form of the words/vocabulary.
  
  
• How did you use each of the 5 core values in completing this project?
  Inquiry: We talked and asked about how we spend our days.
  Research: I searched up the vocabulary words and learned them in order to do this project.
  Collaboration: We did a lot of peer and teacher edits.
  Presentation: We are doing indiviual presentations.
  Reflection: I am currently doing my reflection.
  
  
• If you could do this over for the purpose of improving your final product, how would you change it or what would you add to it?
  I would like to add music and more pasos.

I got into the work I did because of the assignment list, some of the work I enjoyed more than others. for example, I hated the self portraits, but I loved the choice art work. This quarter, my goal was to do work that I enjoyed and have fun while doing it. Last quarter, I tried to do all my work and just get it done and over with. But, this quarter, I just wanted to enjoy my artwork for what it was, which is why I didnt complete al of my assignments. I felt as though me enjoying my work, and putting my best work out was more important than rushing though and not being proud of what I was doing. In essence, quality was more important than quantity. 

During the course of my work, I make decisions as I go. If I feel as though I need to use a charcoal pencil instead of a graphite pencil, then I switch . If i feel as though I need to use a marker in a pastel drawing, I will ask Emma, or just go with the flow and either love it or regret it later. I always use the same type of paper, but when I choose my themes, I have a very awesome technique . I put the thought in my mind of what I am suppose to come up with as a finished product, and then I start with a pencil, and just go to town with that piece of  paper. My goal for next quarter is to not oly get all of my sketches and drawings finished, but to also enjoy my work. 

Although I am not working on anything right now, I am always thinking about how I can transfer my thoughts, emotion, and inner self into my artwork. I want to be able to transfer me emotions into my artwork, but for people to be able to appreciate and understand it.   

A poetry book by Eryn James

 Judgment

There’s no gorgeousness in guts,

No elegance in intestines,

No loveliness in lungs,

I'm ugly,

This is not what I look like

I wear these rags called skin so you people can't judge what matters,

Although you say you don't,

I feel your judgment unpleasantly trickle down my spin,

I feel those eyes like broken glass piercing my bones,

Don't judge what matters,

Judge this body,

This face,

These limbs,

These cloths

But my insides are delicate,

One quick tongue can cause earthquakes in my ribcage, 

My bones have become brittle,

I used to give away my organs like sunshine,

To be used as homes for the egos of boys who only knew how to love painfully,

I used to suffer so that I could feel necessary,

So much hate and misery has tumbled down my insides,

My heart now made a jigsaw puzzle,

My lungs smoky from the disaster of my pride being ripped from the walls of my esophagus,

I've been broken,

To be reassembled by duct tape and plaster,

Explaining why I can only love in pieces,

Elucidating on why I’ve decided to not further occupy my bones,

Some days I feel like if I love,

My whole body will shatter into insignificant shards of a faceless woman.

Tell Him

If I can have just a moment of your time,

I'd like to ask you of a favor,

See there's this boy,

Who deserves a lot more than he's bargaining for,

And I think I can help him, 

Could you just tell him?

There is no need for him to hide his feelings from me,

He doesn't have to shackle his emotions in the chambers of his heart,

No need to stand in the shadows,

I promise to take good care of him,

I promise to make bad memories fade,

There's love here,

There's honesty,

And trust here,

I don't want him to be scared,

Tell him not to be afraid to be vulnerable with me,

Tell him to shed his skin and become flesh with me,

I swear I wont steal from him,

I wont take his heart and leave his cavities bare,

Tell him I'm not like those blood seeking creators he once called girlfriends,

Having no hearts of their own,

They stole bits of his,

Instead,

I will give him everything I have, 

The last breathe in the basement of my lungs if he needs it,

And ask for nothing in return,

Even though he feels unworthy of sincere affection,

I will lace my love around his neck like diamonds,

He deserves me,

Tell him that he deserves me,

He deserves salvation,

I will be his salvation,  

Tell him just because his heart has been crushed,

Doesn't mean that I can’t be amazed at how beautiful broken can be,

Everyone has their own understanding of an abstract being,

To me,

He fell apart gorgeously, 

Tell him I adore his brokenness,

I know he wasn't built to be perfect,

But he's amazing just the way he is,

A man with such a beautiful,

Honest soul,

Little patches of impurity,

But he's human,

And I'm a little upset that he thinks he's found his backbone in wrinkled bed sheets wreaking of a cacophony of forgettable one-night stands and girls perfumes,

Tell him I'm unique,

I promised I'd be waiting,

And I am a woman of my word,

I hope this truth descends onto his ears,

But if it doesn't,

Promise me you'll tell him.

She, Moon

Dark,

Shadows gone,

Cloaking all,

She,

Be Guidance,            

Be Blackness,

Be Scary,

Be Nice,

Her skin,

Blankets all,

Stands guard before man,

She be tough,

She be rough,

But smooth on eyes,

She is moon,

She always there but always away,

I neglect her,

Eclipse her,

Not there but not invisible,

I will wait,

Catch up with her on her next cycle,

When her insecurities can’t stand between eyes and she,

When daylight doesn't scare her away.

I Was Born

I was born of Philly,

Of the neighborhood homeless man,

Of philosophy,

Of never sprouted roses afraid to bloom in spring,

Of soul food,

Of "down south" in my kitchen,

Of my brothers recording freestyles on cell phones aspiring to be the hottest thing out of Philly 

Of fear,

Of broken homes and broken family but family none the less,

I was born of hatred,

Of soft screams in distant bedrooms,

Of shushing,

Of secrets stowed under my breasts,

Of breaths,

Of strength

Of will power

Of crisis

I was born of G Clefs and music notes

Of pictures and cd covers

Of portraits

Of tattoo scriptures at 14

Born of tears and memories

Born of sorrow

Of joy

Born of best friends and betrayal

Of summer time and newness

Of leading and leaders

Of the dry tape that was supposed to be strong enough to hold a mother-daughter bond in place

Of the cement that never set to hold a childhood together

Of sisters and brothers

Of porches on sticky summer nights

Of street lights

Of pity-pat card games for quarters

Of poverty

Of my siblings distant dads

Of my father

Of cartoons and fairy tales

Of reality

Of the gap between now and forever.

Of never ending arguments with big sisters

I was born of the future and impact the past has shed on it,

I was born of creations,

Dear Dad,

Somethings been telling me to write you a poem lately.

I’ve been running from my testimony on the person you are for me ever since puberty.

Maybe it’s because some days I don’t remember why I love you so you much,

Maybe it’s because all the reasons your so important to me have been stifled underneath my teenage years,

But something is telling me it’s time,

Dad I know you are no hero,

Your simply a man with enough regrets and mistakes to fill a grave yard,

I understand that you never meant to hurt me my sisters or my mom,

And that you just realized that life was too short to sit in one place for a long time,

But we wanted to live too,

And I’ll be honest,

When I was younger,

And stricken with the fear of my friends finding out that you didn’t have the super man complex that I allowed my imagination to design you with,

I tried to shovel enough miles in the middle of our relationship so that I wouldn’t have to face the truth,

But now,

I’m growing up and learning that despite other peoples judgement of you

We have an unbreakable camaraderie and kinship that other people might not comprehend, 

It’s funny how you never told me what type of man I should look to marry,

And I just thought that I’d want him to be just like you,

But I didn’t fully understand who you were,

But then,

Someone told me that when they looked at you they saw the definition of a real man,

They said the way you carry yourself is the way only a man can,

With your Adonis like build and  Zeus like mentality,

I want my husband to exist like you,

But something told me that if i said that to you,

You’d disagree and tell me how hard your life is, 

I know that life is hard dad,

And there’s not a day that goes by that i don’t think about how much pain you have to dwell in,

I know that the pain I have to encounter to write a poem will never equate to the agony of post dialysis treatments,

But I don’t know why Allah choose you to carry this sickness,

That some days forces you to feel like tomorrow isn’t even worth the trip,

But on days when your rationality skills are lacking I am willing to give up my sanity to deliver you salvation,

Because I have no idea what kind of cataclysmic behavior I will display when your gone,

I owe you,

And their isn’t any amount pens in this world that I could milk the ink out of to repay you,

I know what you sacrificed for me dad,