Blog Feed

When you step out on the street do you ever wonder how will I be judged? In this podcast you will here the story of one girls experience being judged for wearing platform boots to school.

Lee este artículo:

http://www.pontealdia.com/philadelphia/danza-marinera-el-peru-que-vive-en-philadelphia.html

Mira estos dos videos de Machu Picchu:
 1)  http://video.nationalgeographic.com/video/player/places/regions-places/south-america/peru_machupicchu.html
 2) http://www.howcast.com/videos/35319-The-World-in-One-Minute-Machu-Picchu-Peru

Ahora, mira estas fotos:
http://www.culturefocus.com/peru-machu-picchu.htm

Finalmente, toma esta prueba de Perú y toma un screen shot
http://www.funtrivia.com/playquiz/quiz27471328210.html

¿Qué se hace?

Practice using SE to form the impersonal in Spanish. Construct impersonal sentences in Spanish by describing what one does in each place.

Los Lugares

    * Por ejemplo: la biblioteca / leer – Se lee en la biblioteca.
    * el café / beber
    * la discoteca  / bailar
    * la escuela / aprender
    * la piscine / nadar
    * la playa / tomar el sol
    * el restaurante / comer
    * la tienda / comprar ropa


Learning to form the impersonal se in Spanish is necessary for Spanish language learners to make general statements with unspecified grammatical subjects.

Emotions

Amirah Burkett
Kyla Carden
Patricia Parker

Being a girl usually means that you do a lot of shopping, cooking, cleaning, and other household chores. But one day, a girl decided to defy that, and do something that a man does. She decided to play a man's sport: football.

So here have a pretty picture I took instead.

"Are you a bobcat or a wildcat?"

"I am a lynx."

"You're a sphinx."

"I am a lynx."

"Oh I understand, a fancy sphinx."

"I am not a sphinx."

"So are you a bobcat or a wildcat?"

"I don't understand what is happening..."

"Definitely a wildcat."

No one thinks about you as much as I do
I know that everything is difficult with me
But I’m doubting whether its better for us to be apart
B/c Its impossible for me to stop loving you

Friend: Hey bby
Me: Hey Love!
*time goes by*
Me:Hey Love!
Friend: Hey Love!
Me: Wassup =]
Friend: Wyd? What's new
Me: Nothing chilling, how about you?
Friend: Good. I'm Happy.
Me: That's Great =]
Friend: Yeah.

End of Conversation

http://prezi.com/qpxxdrh_v-pq/italy-political-malaise-epitomized/

My alarm went off at six-o-clock playing Goodmorning by Kanye West from my ipod dock. I woke up a took my ipod touch off the dock. I touched the facebook app to see my new notifications. As I looked at my feeds I seen people statuses saying that there was no school today. I turned my ipod off, and stared at my melon painted wall for a couple seconds just to fall back into bed and drift to sleep.

For my podcast I interviewed my grandfather and my mother about experiences they have had regarding their race. Both of them have a very pale complexion but are ethnically black. I wanted to see what it was like growing up in their shoes and if their racial experiences differed because of the time periods in which they grew up. 





​

She wanted Him, he wanted some other girl.
She thinks about Him all of the time, she wants Him more than anything, so she wastes her time on distractions.
She liked a boy named Michael and he liked her too. Too bad too late she found he had a girlfriend that wasn't her. Not that it mattered because even in her most flirtatious times she thought of Him not Michael.
She moved along, still liking Mike but knowing it would never work.
She liked a boy named Billy.
Billy was nice, single and lied a lot. She ignored it for a while. She still missed Him anyway, so what was a few lies, disappointments, and broken promises? Nothing.
She decided he was a distraction she was better off forgetting because she had enough pain to deal with without Billy.
She stopped everything.
She severed her connection with Billy, who really only wanted a relationship and not a friendship.
She finally got a hold of Him and found that he had always been thinking of her, dreaming of her, and loving her for as long as she loved Him. But it would never be enough, it never had been.

Unfortunately my message didn't get across to others. When I got more comfortable with my speech I dared to say longer sentences and talk more but I still stumbled across words and would sound dumb.  When a group of people came to inspect our school I was one of the students chosen to talk to them.  We had an intelligent conversation about parenting of today's world and physhcology. our chat went smoothly, but right after I stepped out of the room my friends who sat close by said I sounded dumb even though I was saying smart things.  I was devastated. I had just started talking more and gaining confidence in my speech but i was smothered the instance my friends told I sounded dumb.  There wasn't much I could do but just keep on talking; it was the only way I would get better.  Days, weeks, and months went by and each day my lisp would fade away more and more, until I reached a point were my lisp was barely noticeable.  When I look back at my experience I realize how much power my voice gave me. I used it to win arguments, to express myself, and to show who I am. When I'd stopped talking as much because I got made fun of or sounded dumb a piece of my dignity was lost.  I let my power be swept away. This meant I lost my arguments, my self-expression was lost, and people didn't see who I was as much.  Although there were sometimes when I stumbled across words and be teased I learned that the only thing to do was to talk more therefore making my speech better. 

​So when someone mentions something so personal as religion, it is obviously known that people can become easily offended. It is not often that religion causes commotion between young people (at least in America...) but sometimes it happens.! In this podcast you will find some mind bottling interview, and one story (that's right ONE story, only one). 
-
 Winston W. Wright

So I decided to do Pride and Prejudice (probably my favorite book in the whole world :] ).

Everybody knows that a rich single guy wants to get married. So if one of these guys moves into a neighborhood, the families living nearby usually consider this poor guy the rightful property of their daughter.

"Honey," Mr. Bennet's wife said to him one day, "did you hear- somebody's finally rented out Netherfield Park!" 

Mr. Bennet answered that no, he hadn't heard.

"It's true!" she said, "Mrs. Long was just here and she told me all about it."

Mr. Bennet took another sip of his soda.

"Don't you want to know who's renting it?" whined Mrs. Bennet.

"Well you obviously want to tell me so go ahead."

Mr. Bennet's reply was just the amount of prodding his wife needed, and she went on.

"Okay, so Mrs. Long told me that Netherfield was just rented by this rich young guy from Northern England. He came down on monday in a fancy car to see the place and he loved it so much that he agreed with Mr. Morris that very day. He's going to move in by Michaelmas, and some of his servants are going to be here by the end of next week!"

"What's his name?"

"Bingley."

"Is he married or single?"

"Oh, he's single all right! A single man with a large fortune; four or five thousand a year. Oh, what a wonderful thing for our girls…" Mrs. Bennet smiled excitedly.

"How so? What does he have to do with them?"

"Oh honey," his wife answered, "how can you be so stupid! Obviously I mean that he should marry one of them."

"Oh, is that why he moved here?" Mr. Bennet replied sarcastically.

My birthday is in a week. On my birthday last year, I got my hair cut because it was severely damaged and broken off. For the past few weeks, I've been dealing with my severely damaged and broken off hair. Maybe it's a seasonal thing. I'm not cutting it all off again. Or maybe I will. I just want to grow it back out the right way... again. 

There once was this band that I absolutely LOVED.  They were known as "Acceptance".  A few years ago, the band decided to split up and go their separate ways.  Most of the previous members went off to join other bands that were not nearly as good as "Acceptance".  I was really shocked and upset to hear the news of the band's break-up.  However, their music still lives on.  My favorite song is still "So Contagious" from their album, "Phantoms".

Click here to listen!