E4 TAREA 26/04/11 (A), 27/04/11 (D)
1) ¿Qué opinas de Hugo Chávez? ¿Qué críticas tienes de él? ¿Estás de acuerdo (in agreement) con unas de sus acciones?
2) Si fueras Venezolan@, ¿votarías por él? Explica tu respuesta.
1) ¿Qué opinas de Hugo Chávez? ¿Qué críticas tienes de él? ¿Estás de acuerdo (in agreement) con unas de sus acciones?
2) Si fueras Venezolan@, ¿votarías por él? Explica tu respuesta.
“Why aren’t you being more assertive about something so
significant and important?”
------ I have no explanation for her, at least none that she would find
acceptable.
1) Negative space is the background of
the picture shaded in instead of drawing the picture you draw
the background.
2) I found the negative space in the cut-out
by seeing which one had more of the background shaded in.
In my stool drawing I started by drawing the background shapes then i shaded it
in.
3) It helps because they can focus on the
outer shape of the object or person more than just the details. I think seeing
in negative space enhances the photo because the artist had to work
harder to make sure it was perfect. The observers will learn
to focus more on the whole picture as one instead of
one piece of it.
You right there in the second row show me why I should care
Show me why I should fight for you
Show me what I lose every time
I decide to give up
Decide to stop fighting
For you
Show me what I have already lost
What I have already given up
Because maybe then I’ll stop giving ya’ll up so easily
The makeshift memorial under their bedroom windows
Isn’t enough for me to feel guilty
The 3 minute segment on the news
Doesn’t pull my heart strings hard enough
Make me feel guilt
Make me feel guilty
That I’ve let drug dealers become our block captains
And crack houses become our community head quarters
Make me feel guilty
That I’ve stopped caring about this community
And the people within it
I complain about teens going rampant
Yet have stopped advocating for recreational places
I shake my head at the trash that riddles the street
But have yet to pick up a broom and sweep in front of my own front door
I’ve turned this into a hopeless place
Because I have given up my own dreams for it
So show me her
Show me him
Show me his homerun that won the game
His MVP trophy overtop the fireplace
Show me her favorite princess dress
And her prancing around in it
Show me the father who never got to see his daughter get married
And the mother who never got to see her kids graduate
Because I know I’ve turned this to a dreamless place
Where kids have no allies
And everybody has stopped caring
Where kids think all they can do is deal and steal
Because hope is passed on from generation to generation
And I have passed on none
So show me the innocent little girl
Who still thinks life is as sweet as can be
Make me realize that she is worth saving
Make me believe she can stopped this hopeless cycle
Help me to accept that she will show us
What happens if we work hard
That you may not reach your dreams
But that you’ll go pretty far
Because her bright light is infectious
I believe anything is possible
When I look into her honey brown eyes
But eventually this “everything is possible” phase
Goes Away
And that is when you have to nourish it
Because once you nurture a living thing
You believe you can do anything
And that it’s worth doing anything
It’s worth creating a blank slate with are streets
Because every piece of trash was just a hope that people thought would never come true
It’s worth painting a visual picture of hope in our community
With green grass and various colored flowers
Because hope is recognized by how we carry ourselves also
It’s worth telling our young ones to strive for the best
Because we’ve realized ourselves they could possibly succeed
Because eventually I want to stop feeling guilty
Not because I’ve stopped caring
But because I realized I have done everything I could
I want to stop flipping on the news and seeing a misguided teen I knew
But never said a word to
And instead see a kid that I know who did something great or didn’t
Because I know I did everything to help that kid
So hopefully there will be no need for me to feel guilty
The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.
Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.
"Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?"
"Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly.
"Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!"
Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!"
"This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!"
"Alright then...how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog.
"Ahh...," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!"
So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.
Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.
"You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?"
The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog's back.
"I could not help myself. It is my nature."
Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.
Self destruction - "Its my Nature", said the Scorpion...
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¿Que
piensas cuando ves un chaval
caminando por la calle con moratones
y cicatrices? Cree que
el estaba jugando con sus amigos o que se callo corriendo. Que hicieras si te dijera que el es una
victima de el abuso infantil.
Muchos de los niños que son
abusados no le dicen a otros adultos. Estoy es porque tu necesita reconocer los índicos de el
abuso. Ellos pueden tener heridas inexplicables. Otros son…
-
El niño no vay al la casa temprano.
-
Crueldad a sus “amigos”
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Pierden la capacidad de hablar con otros que no son sus padres
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Su forma de ser se ve sucio y descuidado
-
El comportamiento del chaval
es cambiado drásticamente
o
Problemas de memoria
o
Miedo de la escuridad
o
Obedece sus padres pero de miedo
-
Tienen malas notas en el
colegio
o
Pierde mucha escuela
¿Porque
tantas personas hacen la vista
gorda cuando ven evidencia de abuso? No es raro cuando esto pasa. Muchas veces
no denuncian porque no
tienen prueba suficiente.