Florencia Knight Mi entrivista
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Mi mural, "En tus manos", revela muchas cosas sobre la comunidad Sur Oeste como las culturas y los valores. Las temas de mi mural son esperanza, éxito, y valores positivos. La mural es diseñada con una niño joven que es moreno, y su brazos son muy abierta y en su mano es un mundo grande con fotos que simbolizar un mejor futuro con éxito, felicidad, y buenas cosas en la futura. También la mural tiene imágenes con personas de otros razas que Negro, porque Sur Oeste es un comunidad con una mezcla de rases juntos. Yo hecho el fondo con los colores azul y amarillo porque yo querría a mural estar vibrante y inspirar y empoderar otras. El significativo para mi mural es que el represente los jóvenes con el futuro en sus manos porque ellos son los líderes de mañana. Pienso es un bueno mensaje para el mural, porque el mural esta en la escuela de Bartram donde muchos personas no completan la escuela o obtienen éxito. Yo querría comunica a los jóvenes en Bartram que ellos tienen algo esperar para.
Para
mi, lo
más importante papel de arte publico es a educar la comunidad,
juntar un comunidad, y hacer la comunidad muy bonita. Desde mi punto de vista, mi arte completo la papel de arte publico
porque mi mural educa los jóvenes sobre un futuro mejor, juntar la comunidad
por juntar los jóvenes y hace la comunidad muy bonita porque la mural hace la
escuela mejor. Así lo veo, arte es
algo que es un expresión de tus sentimientos con creatividad y mi arte tiene
los características. Entonces mi
mural esta arte. Me gusta mi mural mucho y yo esperar por un mural nueva como
mi mural en mi comunidad, especialmente para las jóvenes en escuela porque arte
tiene el poder a cambiar la comunidad.
Octavius Collins
Do I sound Familiar?
“ I had a dream like Martin Luther lil bit of hope. Say if Rosa never at, and Malcolm never spoke. Prolly catch me the woods hanging from a rope.”
“ Damn Tav who said that?
“Meek Mill.”
“You listen to him?” My friend says in a cautious voice.
“Yea, that’s my boy. (Finishes lyrics)
Whenever I’m with my friends I tend to speak with a lot of slang. Half the time I don’t complete my words, substitute correct words for slang words and I do a lot of cussing. I speak in a way that defines myself, but I change up when necessary. I think of myself as a “slang slinger.” Sometimes I even talk to my teachers in slang. Trying to teach them something new. I know how to use proper English, & I’ve never been told I say certain things or that I have a problem with my pronunciation.
From my mother’s prospective I talk like “ an angry black teen.” To myself, in a way that identifies myself as a young black teen. My language reflects my childhood. I use words with my friend’s just express a certain feeling or meaning during the conversation. I’m not just full of profanity and slang, like I said I was taught to use proper language, I just chose when it’s appropriate and when I should use it.
I had a job interview during my freshman year for The Franklin Institute. I manage myself well I as greeted everyone in the room with a “Hello” or “Good Evening.” Questions like:
“Why would you be a good explainer for the PACTS program? What changes could you positively bring to the PACTS program if given this job opportunity? Who do you look up to in the PACTS program and will you step up and take someone else under your wing when you’re apprentice leaves?”
I answered every question, brought up by my fellow explainers, in complete sentences. An individual from the group of explainers and supervisors pulled me to the side and went on about how impressed he was, as a peer of minds, to as how I handle myself in the interview room. He admitted that he didn’t think I had the type of language in me considering the fact that he spent 4 years of his life with me outside of supervision or adults.
I’ve learned when and when not to use slang and proper language as I’ve grown up. There has been a time when I was young and I’ve walked up to an older adult such as my grandmother and said
“ wassup.”
“Don’t ever talk to your grandmother like that again!”
That was similar to the response I was given from my mom.
From the moment on slang coming out of my mouth was only used around my friends but as I got older if I was to use slang around my mom it was I who was joking, playing around. My 8th grade year was when I learned how and when to use proper English. I had to get ready for upcoming interviews so my mom began prepping me. I learned to sit up right when I answered questions. I learned to answer questions in complete sentences, and to keep a positive mindset throughout the whole interview. The more practice I received with and from my mom I by the date of my 8th grade interviews I was superfluous. Walked in greeted the interviewees with firm handshakes, and continued on with conversations that started like,
"How are you today?"Vivo en Roxborough, una comunidad muy bonita. No hablo con muchas personas en mi barrio, pero tengo unos amigos quienes viven en Roxborough. La mayoría de las personas quienes viven en Roxborough son blancas. No hay muchas razas, y no me gusta eso, pienso que debe haber más razas. Quiero más diversidad en mi barrio. En Roxborough hay otros lugares, y vivo en Andorra. Se llama Andorra porque es como el país, hay muchos árboles, y parques. Mi casa está casi en un bosque, y me gusta esto mucho, así lo veo que es muy bonito, para mi que todas las comunidades deben tener un bosque. No quiero que mi comunidad cambie, porque me gusta tal como es ahora. Otras personas quieren más casas, pero pienso que debe ser como el país todavía. Muchas personas en Andorra son amables. No hay muchos murales en Andorra, pero la comunidad va a ser mejor cuando los tenga.
Mi mural ubicado en 738 Grakyn Lane, en la pared de un casa. La tema mayor de mi mural es el medio ambiente, y que el medio ambiente es muy importante para el mundo, y Andorra también. El medio ambiente es muy importante para Andorra porque Andorra se llama Andorra porque el país tiene un medio ambiente el mismo de Andorra, y cuando no tenemos muchos árboles, y flores, va a ver diferente como el país Andorra. Mi mural no cuenta la historia de Andorra, porque no es una historia muy interesante. Muchos de los imágenes en mi mural son verdes, este es porque muchas flores son verdes. Verde es el color que muchas personas piensan de cuando ellos escuchan la palabra medio ambiente. El propósito de mi mural es que las personas quienes ven el mural son que el medio ambiente es muy importante. Desde mi punto de vista, Lo más importante es el medio ambiente, porque el mundo no vas a ser el mundo sin el medio ambiente mismo.
Así lo veo, el arte público no es necesario para la comunidad, pero es muy bonito, y la comunidad es mejor con el arte publico. El grafiti es arte público, pero es un delito. El grafiti pueden ser muy bello, y es bueno para la comunidad cuando es bello, o en un lugar bueno para la comunidad, cuando no es mal para unas personas. En mi opinión, mi mural es arte publico, porque es de una pared que es no muy importa, y la comunidad pueden ver que es importante a nosotros. Mucho de el arte público está creadas por personas quienes son muy talentosos. Mi mural es arte, porque todas las cosas, como grafiti, y también el vandalismo son arte, y el papel de el arte público es para ser bonito. Así lo veo, que mi mural es bueno, pero puedo tener más de la diversidad, porque debe ser más diverso en Andorra. También debo tener más colores en mi mural, verde es bueno y representa el medio ambiente, pero más colores son buenos.
January 10th 2011
Espanol 3
Mt. Airy, barrio es muy diversos. Hay muchas personas diferentes. Hay mucho familias, y todos son interesantes. La familia es muy grande en mi barrio, casi todo el mundo es agradable. La gente es muy de bienvenida, es por lo general tranquilo excepto en ave de Germantown. Durante los fines de semana, la gente va al ave Germantown para la diversion. Los restaurantes y las tiendas son grandes! Mucho de mi amigos vivir cerca de mi. Hay varias familias de todas las razas y muchas relaciones diferentes. Hay muchas formas de transporte y todo muy seguro. Hay muchas maneras de involucrase en Mt. Airy. La basura recoge, andar de perro, y ser bueno persona. Casas pueden ser muy largo y muy pequeno. Hay muchas cafes y resturantes. Escogi Mt. Airy por todas razones. No tenemos rico que hacer rico. Hay muchos lugares para comer, muchos opciones para los vegetarianos. La criminalidad es muy baja en Mt Airy. Todas personas es civilizada y saben como comportarse. Todas personas premite sus animals de correas y los gatos estan en todas partes fuera. Hay parques para los animals y a los ninos en Mt. Airy. En Mt. Airy los ninos se encuentran en la escuela, y el parque, los ninos son tranquilas. No hay nada perturbacion. Muchas balnearios y yoga y relajarse lugares. En Mt. Airy hay toda tipo de persona. Gay, rectos, blanco, negro, y la lista continua. Nadie los juzga sobre nada. Esta bein que usted mismo. Hay muchos homosexuals y transexuales en me barrio. Ellos son aceptados como lo deben ser no hay una persona los discrimen porque es no justo. Mi familia es biracial y sentimos suficiente. Mis vecinos son de Iraq, y son ejemplos como alguien puede vivir aca y sentir seguro. La gente puede caminar tarde por la noche y no tiene que preocuparse. Sugeririo esta barrio para las familias, es pecialmente con los ninos pequenos. En mi mural, representado la gente y idea de mi barrio. En Mt. Airy no hay graffiti o vandalismo, hay pintura mural y mucho arte. Todo es muy bonito y comfortables.
Los diferentes elementos en el mural mío representan muchas cosas importantes y adémas complèjo.Por ejemplo hay varios temas y algunos significan la educación,el crimen,la población y finalmente la culturas como los Dominicanos y los Puerrtoriqueños. Como lo mencióne en la oración arriba lo voy a explicar ahora también pero en una cantidad de gran profundidad. En mí perpesctivo lo mas importante en mí mural y de mí communidad es la educación.La educación significa en mí comunidad casi todo.Los niños pobres y ricos reciben una educación en escuelas publicas pero los menos afortunados asen cosas ilegales como vender drogas para darle esta opportunidad a sus propios hijos.Los colores son brillantes y vivos pero algunos son opacos y oscuros para representar el humor, la felizidad y el sufrimiento.Hay varios temas en que quiero enseñar desde este mural pero el mas principal es como las cosas de nuestras vidas diarias es en realmente enfrentar la realidad cada día más. El mensanje que quiero comunicar es que la verdad duele por que sólo esta hecho por errores que cometemos pero en verdad al fin del día uno se da cuenta de que es todo la REALIDAD.
Como yo
lo veo, el papel del arte público es eliminar lo feroz eventos de una
comunidad para de nuevo reunirse con el mensaje que esta demonstrado por esta
arte con el uso de fotos y frases. Sin
embargo, mí mural si hace el exito
de el papel porque yo misma coji los ejemplos de los murales que vi en el paseo
para relacionarlos con mi propia comunidad y estos ejemplos también fueron el
comienzo de mi mural “Enfrentar Lo Qué Es La
Realidad”. Claro, mí mural si es arte aunque esta localizado en un lugar público porque es algo hermoso y
con sentido en vez de estar hecho inadecuadamnete ilegal como las marcas. Mí opinión de mí mural es
sorprendida, yo no sabía de lo qué era possible con mucha información histórica
de lo qué en realmente es la arte. Despues, me di cuenta que si es totalmente posible
formar una obra maestra muy especial y uniqa. Finalmente, estaba muy alegre en las etapas que coji cuando comense y termine esta obra maestra.
The purpose of this project was to reveal the connection between language and identity. In our unit we talked about how language is used in various ways with different people such as family, friends, and strangers. We connected the concept to our personal lives. In my paper i discussed how language has effected how I see people. Things like accents and pronunciation of words. I also talked about other concepts like code-switching, changing how you talk while around different people. Code-switching is my most commonly used language concept.
I never really thought about the way I spoke. I
always just assumed that I sounded normal, nothing out of the ordinary, and
definitely not too far off from everybody else. My friends in grade school
never mentioned anything about my way of speaking, and neither did my family.
Everything went on as usual, until I began going to Summer Camp. People that
went there were from all over the place. Everyone talked a bit differently. As
we were all introducing ourselves one boy asked where I was from
“Oh, I’m from Philadelphia.” I said, assuming
he was just wondering which region I was from.
“Really? I didn’t think people from there had
any accents.”
“…What?” I thought it was odd, I didn’t have an
accent. “I don’t have an accent.” I defended myself, but he wasn’t trying to
insult me, so he just laughed,
“Yeah, you do. It’s cute.” Of course, I just
thanked him, but it lead me to think about other things. I began noticing the
way other’s talked more, and the way I talked. I now heard and recognized which
words I may be pronouncing differently, I don’t know why I did it; it was just
how I’d always talked. Throughout my time there, people had kept on mentioning
it, I’d gotten used to it and just responded with a simple ‘I don’t actually
know why I have an accent. I guess I just do.’
As
time went on, I began to notice it more, I noticed when I did it and what it
sounded like. I realized I had an accent when I got angry or upset, and I
realized when I tried to hide it. Accents, and just language in general can
have a big affect on a person and those surrounding them. The way I speak and
present myself entirely depends on who I’m with and where I am. When I’m with
my family, I’m loud and less cautious of how I sound, but more cautious of what
I say, and what terms I use. Around my friends, I’m more cautious of keeping my
accent reigned in and less about what I say. I think the cause of this is, while I can still be myself
around my friends, I know I don’t have to impress my family, or try to gain
their approval with anything. This lead me to realize the fact that my persona
when I’m alone and my persona in public are so different. When I’m alone, or
with close friends, I tend to be louder and less reserved. I tend to share my
opinions more because I know that they will more or less not judge me on it.
When I’m in public, or in a place where my opinions and what I say may be
disregarded or I may be judged on what I say, I definitely take more time to
think about what I have to say and make sure I sound smart when I say it.
Now, sounding ‘smart’ to me meant enunciating my words,
regardless of the accent, and making sure I know exactly what I’m saying before
I say it. In society, a generally accepted idea is that having a voice gives
you power. Speaking out and making yourself heard and having your opinions
recognized are all things that gives you power. But I think something that
isn’t often recognized is that a voice can also take away a lot of the power
that you have. If someone deems the way that you speak to be ‘wrong’ it makes
you insecure about the way you speak. I have been told that the way I pronounce
some words are wrong, which ultimately leads to me trying to change the way I
speak, or just not speak at all. I don’t want to be told that something I’ve
been doing all my life is all of a sudden wrong and that I should change it, it
knocks down my confidence and takes away any power that I had before.
There are many key roles in the way that we
speak, one of them being the company we keep, and one of the others being our
history. We don’t necessarily have to be from a certain place to pick up an
accent, or a saying, or other ways of speaking from that region. My
grandparents are Italian, and although even my grandmother doesn’t fully speak
Italian, there are some words and phrases that she uses. From being around them
so much, I’ve picked up some ways of speaking from her, such as the way I use
an accent when pronouncing Italian foods. When we were kids, my grandma would
pinch me and my sister’s faces and say
“Look at the faccia” ‘faccia’ being the Italian
word for face. Throughout time, I began picking it up and found myself saying
the same thing with my little cousins, that along with ‘bambino’ the word for
‘baby.’
Although
I’ve picked these things up and using them has become sort of involuntary, I’ve
had to stop saying them in the company of people who don’t exactly know my
background. People have asked me if I spoke Italian, which I don’t, and when I
tell them that, they accuse me of faking it. This reminds me of a the writing
I
have seen this problem with many people, not just myself. The way that they
speak is criticized to the point that they have to change everything about it.
Something that once gave them power, is now a burden.
Kyler
Jones
I’m drafting an essay for
english class when my teacher comes over and gives it a read. It’s supposed to
be about my feelings about language and how it relates to me and society. But I
end up writting a 2000 word manifesto about society, capitalism, imperialism,
and the english language. And what language is and how it changes the World and
defines cultures.
“ This is too much, this is a manifesto” says Ms. Pamohov.
I was honestly surprised at
myself, I knew that I went too far, but I didn’t expect it to go so far out of
the topic. How did I turn an autobiography into a complete historical
dissection of society?
Read anything by me one can’t not hear the terms “civilization” “patriarchy” “society”“objectification” “imperialism”“slavery” “myth” “Economics” “religion” “science” “hypersimplification”“Leftism” “capitalism” “poverty” “conquest”“rape” “nature”“zombies” “disease” “cosmetic” “superficial” “hierarchy” “indigenous” “lies” “land” and
“industrial”.
My language is how I perceive the world, and how I see through the
chains and insanity of our society. Everything I see, I attempt or sometimes
involuntarily see how it relates to the centralized purposes of distant powers.
It all started as soon as I entered highschool. I just started to question
everything and see the truth.
When my teacher said language the first thing I could think about was how
different types of languages actually alter perceptions of reality, I thought
about the Nords taking over Britain and giving the English language swear
words, and I just couldn’t help thinking cultural white-washing, and the
stupidity of relationships built on pretence.
Now I think about how seriously far attached I am from my peers,
and the majority of this society. Most people don’t even truly understand what
“civilization” or “science” is. They don’t give a damn about “nature” or
“overshoot”. I often get laughter and smirks whenever I read things I journal
in history class. I’m not sure if it’s either jealousy, malaise, or
misunderstanding. Am I really that alien?
That’s why I rarely talk outside of class, no one to talk to,
nothing to talk about to them that won’t leave me saying something that sparks
controversy and arguments. Rarely can I go about daily activities without
comments or the input of other people, guess it just makes them uncomfortable
that they can be wrong and I can be right.
I can’t help to see the reality of traditions fully based on
cloth. It would be pointless for me to waste my time trying to censor and numb
my thoughts because of what is passively accepted and upheld in the mainstream.
My pier’s vocabulary only ranges from “Homework!”, to “Hipster”,
to “OMG!”. They may talk of every flavor of Snoop Dogg blasts, but they
would never talk about how many salmon are sacrificed in the manufacturing of
those disgusting beverages, like me.
They’ll talk about how awesome it is to get baked, I talk about how sad it is that marijuana is the only plant people think is worth saving. They say “iphone 4”, I say technology is not neutral. They say Obama to sound political, but I’ll talk about how he is just another capitalist warhead.
I’m not sure of whatever power that entitles me, or If I honestly gain anything from accept constant depression when I look humans.
“It goes without saying, then, that language is also a political
instrument, means, and proof of power. It is the vivid and crucial key to
identify: It reveals the private identity, and connects one with, or divorces
one from, the larger, public, or communal identity” In this quote from James
Baldwin’s “ If Black English, Isn’t a language, Then Tell Me, What Is?”, I
definitely don’t agree the “Black English” is language, but just a variant of
English, and I don’t think that language is the crucial key to identity- it is
agreeable that language is most definitely a political instrument for me,
separating me from public and or common thought and opinion.
I worry about language not on a basis such as what judgments
people are going to try to make about me, being that I’m black, or how I was
raised, or if I’m a know-it-all. As a political instrument I want to utilize it
to the best of my abilities so it can be understood by anyone regardless of how
well they know the English language, and I want my words to communicate every
passionate rage, every fact, and reality to inspire the cynic and nihilist into
actions. To cure the hedonists from his/her naïve ways, and to devastate the
perpetually blissful. If I intend to.
“Sup.” I said.
“Tired.” my friend
replied with a yawn.
“What Class we got
first.” I asked.
“Spanish.” he
replied.
“We mine as well
get up dere now.” I said.
“Mine as well its
already 8 o’clock.”
This is an example
of my normal dialogue when I just get into the school
building and greet my friends. I talk like this because it is a relaxing and
much way easier to speak. Also, its something I have become accustomed to
because this is how most of my peers and I communicate on a daily basis. Mostly
because to us its such a easy and leisurely way of speaking
to one another. Though we are educated enough to realize that this is not the
grammatically correct way of communication in qworking field or profession. This is why during situations
in school or the workplace I code switch. I switch my dialogue so the listener
will pay attention to the information I am trying to tell.
For example, if I was to have a interview for a job I would not go in
the employers office saying “Wats up I’m here for dat job interview jawn.”.
Instead I would walk into the office and say “Hello I am Robert Jenkins I’m
here for my job interview.”. As you can see this is a huge difference between
the way I greeted my friend at the
beginning of a school day, and how I speak to people of higher authority. The
reasons for making this change is so that the employer does not look at me as
something that I am not or to fit
in with the kind of workers already with the establishment. For example I could
be one of the best people for the job just as James Baldwin said in If Black English Isn’t A Language, Then Tell
me What Is? “To open your
mouth is to put your business in the streets” and this could cause people to
have the wrong opinion of me. They could believe I am a poorly educated young
man and is not truly serious about this job or my future. Even though this is
completely untrue I could not blame the employer for coming up with that
assumption because what else would that kind of speech apply. This the kind of
Code Switch that I have to make for many different occasion through out life.
Another reason I might code switch is because I am uncomfortable with the people who are
surrounding. Most of the time I use this kind of switch when I am going to new school,
Church, or any other place that I am unfamiliar with. I remember the time I was
in a similar situation when I was shadowing at SLA.
“Wassup” “Hi” I replied, “You ready for the day.”,
“Yes I guess.” I replied. My Conversations with my Student Tour Guide went on
like this for most of the day until I got use to the school a little and him.
Once I was able to develop this relaxed relationship with my surroundings I was
able to switch back to my usual sense of dialect.
A time where I mistakenly for got to code switch was when I was talking
to my mom about the cost about of some Watch The Throne Concert Tickets. “How
much are for good tickets.”, I said. “The Best Price and Seats I could find was
200.” “Are you serious!” I replied. “Very.” “Damn it” I said. Completely forgetting
that I was having this conversation with my mom and not one of my friends in
school, but luckily she really catch what I said so I was able to get out of it
with ease. This is a situation where using the wrong dialogue could of got
extremely ugly.
I change my way of speaking for many different occasion but they each
are similar in the reasoning behide it. I do each change to try to either fit
or to not be judge by others. I do not do it in the sense of being fake to new people and make them
believe that I’m not because I truly am ok with my own personality, but the
comfort of not being judged is always a plus. But Code-Switching is not
something that I just personally have to do but everyone in the world might
have to change their dialogue at some point in time.
My Grandma’s opinion
“BESTFRIEND <3.!”
“Hay
<3.”
“Wcd.?”
“Nuthn,
HW bord listenin to music. hbu?”
“Same,
hmewrk listenin to music. I aint see yu all day. Wht happened to us chilln aftr
skool.?”
“O,
ma badd I had 2 go hme. My ma got mad @ me for smethn dumb.”
“Well,
yu need 2 stp makn her madd, u always doin tht.”
I’m in my room lying on my bed, messaging my best friend Jermel on
iChat. The conversation goes on and on. Simple texts talk with a friend in my
eyes but in my Grandmother’s eyes it is childish teen talk. She does not get
the point of it and does not understand it. She looks down on people who talk and
or write improperly. She thinks of them as lazy beings because they abbreviate
their words or chose not to say them fully. What also grind her gears extremely
is when people use extra punctuations, no punctuations at all, and the
incorrect punctuations in their sentences.
“Hello
baby.”
“Hay
gmom, hw was ur day.?”
“What
Yanna, what is hw? And I wish you spell your words correctly you smart you
don’t have to talk like that sweetie.”
“Sry
gmom.! I mean Sorry Grandma.”
She thinks that if you text or talk like that to your friends and
others, then you will not go anywhere in life. Also, that if you talk and write
that way daily then it will become a habit, and you will not be able to change
that. “Childish teen talk” drives her
crazy, she despises the fact that it is made and used by young people. She
thinks that people who use slang, or who does not know how to speak properly
when they are capable to speak or write correctly are hoodlums, up to no good,
and they have no priorities in life.
This reminds me of the story "A Women
Warrior" by Maxine Hong Kingston when she says, “I like the Negro students
(Blacks Ghosts) best because they laughed the loudest and talked to me as if I
were a daring talker too.” I interpret this, as the character in this story
likes the black students most because they are loud and talk a lot. Which is a
stereotype for most African Americans. This is related to my grandmother’s
situation because they both make judgments on a person because of the way they
present themselves.
Their opinions could be, and are proven to be false. Someone
might have been raised that way and may not know another way to behave or how
to say a certain word, as they should. You could be the greatest person in the
world with a perfect behavior and have the worse grammar and spelling. Their
theories both tie back to the quote you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover;
it’s the inside that counts.