3.12
I want my real mother back.
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Financial Aid BLOWS.
I am currently very unsure of how my future is going to pan out.
For the longest time, I planned on attending Philadelphia University for four years and study biology. In the meanwhile, I was hoping to get an apartment with my boyfriend and further my career at ACME to maintain a steady income.
That was until I received my final financial aid packet in the mail yesterday.
I received absolutely no free money other than the $12,000 a year scholarship that I already knew about. Sure, $12,000 a year is great. But I still have to pay another $16,800 a year. How the hell am I going to do that?
They told me that I could break that money up into three different loans. However, they want my parents to pay a "Parent Plus" loan of about $13,000 a year. That's about $52,000 total. And then they want me to pay the additional $5,500 a year.
It is true that my parents make a combined $160,000 a year, approximately. But the problem is that financial aid apparently does not take into account the fact that I have three other siblings, including one that will be attending college in two years, also. In addition to that, my parents already have enough debt to deal with anyway. The bottom line is that they can not and will not pay that much money. And I have no idea how I can get $5500.
And I am sure as hell not taking out a million loans and ending up with $110,000 worth of debt once I graduate college.
So I am basically screwed. All of my dreams of attending a four-year college are gone. Now, I am most likely going to have to attend Community College for two years on a part-time level so that I can work full-time to pay for the classes. My life sucks right about now.
The only good thing is that my relationship with Eric is still growing stronger each day, and that that apartment idea is still on my mind. Hopefully things will get better throughout the year, especially once I turn eighteen in August.
For the longest time, I planned on attending Philadelphia University for four years and study biology. In the meanwhile, I was hoping to get an apartment with my boyfriend and further my career at ACME to maintain a steady income.
That was until I received my final financial aid packet in the mail yesterday.
I received absolutely no free money other than the $12,000 a year scholarship that I already knew about. Sure, $12,000 a year is great. But I still have to pay another $16,800 a year. How the hell am I going to do that?
They told me that I could break that money up into three different loans. However, they want my parents to pay a "Parent Plus" loan of about $13,000 a year. That's about $52,000 total. And then they want me to pay the additional $5,500 a year.
It is true that my parents make a combined $160,000 a year, approximately. But the problem is that financial aid apparently does not take into account the fact that I have three other siblings, including one that will be attending college in two years, also. In addition to that, my parents already have enough debt to deal with anyway. The bottom line is that they can not and will not pay that much money. And I have no idea how I can get $5500.
And I am sure as hell not taking out a million loans and ending up with $110,000 worth of debt once I graduate college.
So I am basically screwed. All of my dreams of attending a four-year college are gone. Now, I am most likely going to have to attend Community College for two years on a part-time level so that I can work full-time to pay for the classes. My life sucks right about now.
The only good thing is that my relationship with Eric is still growing stronger each day, and that that apartment idea is still on my mind. Hopefully things will get better throughout the year, especially once I turn eighteen in August.
something about a black girls weave . :)
so recently , i wanted to try something new. i wanted curly hair. ...the kind you buy though..because between me and the world there is no way that my nappy grain of hair could ever be curly.
i searched online for the best kind to get, some of the weaves were expensive and some were extremely cheap. i showed at least 15 people the hair style i wanted, and they all said . " no, you shouldnt get that, or no that wouldnt look right on you, try one thing at a time ." NOT ONE PERSON, agreed on this hairstyle that i admired so much. One thing i know about myself is that im easily influenced. so eventually i thought about it hard and long and ended up not really making up my mind because of what everyone said. i wanted this curly hair though, really bad. some of my friends suggested i get a deep loose wave weave, or a straight weave instead. but something about this curl attracted me. now i never had a curly weave in my life, but
anyway , today i went to buy the hair. THE CURLY HAIR! and although i dont really like the way it turned out and i see that curly hair isnt for me im glad that i listened to myself. im glad that i made a decision for myself. i guess im finally taking the first steps into living for my own purpose. im proud of me for considering other peoples opinions and still sticking to mines. im really proud.
i searched online for the best kind to get, some of the weaves were expensive and some were extremely cheap. i showed at least 15 people the hair style i wanted, and they all said . " no, you shouldnt get that, or no that wouldnt look right on you, try one thing at a time ." NOT ONE PERSON, agreed on this hairstyle that i admired so much. One thing i know about myself is that im easily influenced. so eventually i thought about it hard and long and ended up not really making up my mind because of what everyone said. i wanted this curly hair though, really bad. some of my friends suggested i get a deep loose wave weave, or a straight weave instead. but something about this curl attracted me. now i never had a curly weave in my life, but
anyway , today i went to buy the hair. THE CURLY HAIR! and although i dont really like the way it turned out and i see that curly hair isnt for me im glad that i listened to myself. im glad that i made a decision for myself. i guess im finally taking the first steps into living for my own purpose. im proud of me for considering other peoples opinions and still sticking to mines. im really proud.
A Moment of Pride for Dear Mama
Standing outside the bathroom for ten minutes under the impression the door is locked. Reading a paper as I wait. A woman comes over and gets in line behind me. We wait. She is approached by two lovely drunks eager to flirt. Awkward, slurred conversation commences. She gets uncomfortable and I check the door once more and realize it was not locked, merely heavy. Shame then takes a physical form and forever attaches itself to my back.
Saturdays...
Nick Manton's Mi Diaria Rutina
What did you learn from doing this project? (skills, life lessons, words etc)?
In this project I really learned how my day is spent. I also learned how to organize a schedule into a video.
How do you feel about your final product?
I feel ok about it. I could do better on the video aspect.
If you could do your project all over again, what would you do differently/the same?
If I were to do it again I would add more music and make it a little more enjoyable to watch.
Did you enjoy this project? Why or why not?
Yes, because I learned what my day is like through spanish speaking eyes.
In this project I really learned how my day is spent. I also learned how to organize a schedule into a video.
How do you feel about your final product?
I feel ok about it. I could do better on the video aspect.
If you could do your project all over again, what would you do differently/the same?
If I were to do it again I would add more music and make it a little more enjoyable to watch.
Did you enjoy this project? Why or why not?
Yes, because I learned what my day is like through spanish speaking eyes.
Movies
This was my living room floor while organizing. But not its better...though I didn't find my copy of Mr. & Mrs. Smith :/
El Artista...Siqueiros
Me gusta la pintura porque represente la conexión entre un niño y su abuelita. Los colores son neutrales (más o menos) y la emoción esta tranquilo. Me parece que la abuelita esta consolando el chico. Bien hecho…a David Alfaro Siqueiros.
Genius
Watching Good Will Hunting. Matt Damon's character is so smart I can't comprehend what he is saying. Why do they make geniuses talk so fast in movies? I feel like I have to be a genius to appreciate their character. As a result of me being an average human being and having an average IQ I automatically presume the character to be a cocky asshole who use their intelligence to insult others. I know they do this because geniuses typically aren't the muscular of people (ex: guy from Social Network) but it still bugs me. I gues because I envy them in a way and wish I were smart enough the degrade people using my knowledge and words, but I'm not. Oh well.
When it rains...
The worst smell is coffee and cigarettes mixed with the smell of rain. I smell it too often in this drought. It is the smell of life and giving up on it.
Franklin Institute Board of Trustrees Scholarship Open!
The Board of Trustees of The Franklin Institute is offering a $5,000.00 Franklin Institute Board of Trustee (FIBOT) Scholarship, renewable once, (to total $10,000.00) for outstanding Science Leadership Academy Class of 2011 students matriculating college and pursuing a career in Science, Technology, Engineering, or Mathematics (STEM).
The Board of Trustees anticipates awarding multiple scholarships each year. The requirements for the scholarship are:
Minimum 3.0 High School GPA
SAT Score
Two Letters of Recommendation
Primary Letter of Recommentation from a Teacher/Senior SLA Administrator
Secondary Letter of Recommendation from a Non-SLA individual
Declared STEM major for application
Personal statement addressing the question:
"What is your career in the STEM field going to look like in the future?".
The deadline to apply is May 1, 2011.
El Vendedor de Alcatraces por Diego Rivera
Escogí esta obra porque es simplista, pero muy profunda. Hay mucha emoción y se trata de una lucha. Será Machuca para este proyecto porque él tenía dificultad en su vida.
Ashamed
Let me start off by saying I was a foster child. I spent the
majority of my childhood traveling around the city, switching foster homes. I
was forced to put on a fake smile every time I had to meet my new foster mom,
the woman who would pledge her love for me for a few weeks, maybe even months,
and then be forced to just give me back up to the city.
I hated that life style, but at least I had a place to stay and food to eat – a thought process I thought was very mature for my age. That was, at least, until I went to Mr. and Mrs. Walker. They came off as very nice people, but the actual experience was much different. I was probably about 4 at this time – blissfully ignorant to the world. I didn’t know what exactly to expect, but these people – these people that were entrusted with a child’s life, often forgot to – or neglected to comply with the bare minimum to satisfy a good quality of life for a child. I would sometimes go for days without eating, and if I acted out of line, I would get beaten. And when I say “out of line”, I don’t mean stealing or taking their car for a joyride. I was, after all, only four years old. I would get beaten for merely crying when they had guests over – not in front of them obviously, they were particularly careful about giving the wrong impression to the public. When we went to the market, for instance, we would act as a perfect family. Unless, of course, I would do something that embarrassed them in public, oh yeah, I would pay for that later. They would ensure that I would learn my lesson when I got home. Sometimes they would even take turns beating me, as if they got some twisted pleasure from beating a child.
Fridays
Amazing night! (Too busy to write.)
Hardest thing...
Saying, "no" to the person you love...
3.11
"Some people cry, some people laugh "
SPRING?!
Why are you not here yet?
colormecriant
"when im sick i sit on the couch and watch bravo and play pokemon
so america's next top model was on the one day
and they were like SURPRISE UR GOIN TO MAUI
and i was like ME TOO"
Mellow Friday
I'm super tired so I'm going to make this short. Tonight's gonna be epic order some bad Chinese with a movie.
Artista de la Proyecto
Oscar Dominguez:
Me gusta la pintura de Oscar Dominguez porque esta es una representación de que hombre puede consegui. Desde ayudando el uno con el otro, esta demonstra como hombres y mujeres necissitan a trabajan juntos.
Me gusta la pintura de Oscar Dominguez porque esta es una representación de que hombre puede consegui. Desde ayudando el uno con el otro, esta demonstra como hombres y mujeres necissitan a trabajan juntos.
SPANISH 4 Ahorita 11/03/11
1) Lee esta lectura. Es en inglés (perdóname).
2) Habla del simbolismo de las figuras en la obra.
3) ¿Cómo te relacionas con la obra? (o sea, ¿cómo te hace sentir? ¿qué significa para ti?)
No hay que escribir tanto. No más 7-10 frases ya bastan.
2) Habla del simbolismo de las figuras en la obra.
3) ¿Cómo te relacionas con la obra? (o sea, ¿cómo te hace sentir? ¿qué significa para ti?)
No hay que escribir tanto. No más 7-10 frases ya bastan.
Mi Rutina Diaria by Justin Pullins
What did you learn from doing this project? (skills, life lessons, words etc)?
I learned how to say certain things in Spanish, as well as how to make a pretty cool video.
How do you feel about your final product?
I feel pretty confident about the final project. It's not perfect, but I think it's pretty good.
If you could do your project all over again, what would you do differently/the same?
I would change the video around a bit, and maybe include more video instead of photos.
Did you enjoy this project? Why or why not?
I did, because it was extremely creative and insight.
I learned how to say certain things in Spanish, as well as how to make a pretty cool video.
How do you feel about your final product?
I feel pretty confident about the final project. It's not perfect, but I think it's pretty good.
If you could do your project all over again, what would you do differently/the same?
I would change the video around a bit, and maybe include more video instead of photos.
Did you enjoy this project? Why or why not?
I did, because it was extremely creative and insight.
There's Us
There's me,
Looking down at my shoes.
The one smiling like the sun
That's you,
What were you thinking?
What was the song inside your head?
If I was stupid,
Maybe careless,
So were you...
Not everything is supposed to come true.
Some words are best unsaid,
Some love is not really love at all.
I'll keep everything I shared with you.
And that's enough,
There's us...
Looking down at my shoes.
The one smiling like the sun
That's you,
What were you thinking?
What was the song inside your head?
If I was stupid,
Maybe careless,
So were you...
Not everything is supposed to come true.
Some words are best unsaid,
Some love is not really love at all.
I'll keep everything I shared with you.
And that's enough,
There's us...
class work
Esta es una foto de mis amigos. Mi amigo nombre es Anthony,
Malcom, y Khris. Es muy trabajadora. Es por eso que todos los días ayuda en
casa, cocina y cuida a nuestros sobrinos. ven la televisión. Anthony es muy activa. Por lo tanto,
siempre hace ejercicio.
The Effects of Bipolar Disorder
“MICHAEL! PLEASE CALM DOWN!” Screamed Christy, panic in her
eyes and all she could do was watch and stare as I punched the wall next to the
bathroom and violently threw the old Ikea lamp that we keep next to our bed. It
was as if something inside me just snapped. Christy sounded distant. We were in
the same room, but somehow, I could barely make out her words, like I was in
another dimension. I didn’t know exactly what she was saying, but I knew I was
upsetting her. I knew it killed her to see me like that, but it didn’t matter. It
happened in mere seconds, we were in bed together with our son Evan and all of
a sudden he started crying – not your ordinary cry that informs the parent that
their child is hungry or wet, but rather, he sounded like he was in pain - A
pain so deep that it could not be cured by a mother’s gentle kiss or the proper
cradling technique prescribed by parenting.com or some other website that has disillusioned
millions of families expecting a baby that there is some type of formula to fix
all of your child’s problems.
I had heard him cry thousands of times before and it bothered me each time, but this time was different. I heard those screams and I just lost control. This just seemed to make everything worse. The crying intensified and Christy’s pleas for me to stop just made me angrier and then I…
