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 Im am going to be posting parts of my story soon on tumblr , or maybe twitter i have not figured that out yet but Im far in the process. the time line and blueprint of my story is already created . I am having a hard time figuring out how to end it . I am not good at creating conclusions. Especially ones that are not true. I don't even like to fantasize and so....how will I do this? hmm. 

Well, I have to finish polishing my story; and today I'm going to create a Facebook for my character and start to add friends to it.  I'm still trying to understand what this benchmark is actually is accomplishing but.. whatevs. Hopefully people actually read it. 

This past weekend I visited Penn State Main for a achievers program. I had the best time of my life!!!! 

Mr. Reddy used to be in a Fraternity, he used to step.

Hotel party part two, this weekend.

On Saturday night I got robbed.

"​There comes a time in you life, when you want to kick back. Straw hat on the porch when you're old perhaps. Wanna gather thoughts, have a cold one. And brag to your grandkids on how life is golden."

 She was young. Six and a half to be exact. She had been seeing them for 3 years now. Today would be her first seeing in two weeks. Her sister gripped her hand tightly as the train approached. When the door opened she spotted. It was more real than the rest. It's cheekbones were high and sagged. It's hands were frail and the veins that protruded reminded her of a spiderweb. She stood directly in front of it, still with sister in hand. She stood there for a moment until the train began to move. She slowly raised her hand to the empty seat and stroked it's face. It smiled so lovingly and warm, it reminded her of Nana. A single tear rolled down her cheek and her sister looked at her questioningly. 
"She's so beautiful" she said, hand still held in the air
"Who"
She didn't answer. She couldn't answer. She didn't know who it was, she only knew that she was there for a reason. Only she didn't yet know for what...

(Let me know if there should be a continuation, I just made this up on the spot when I was on the train and I saw a little girl hug this old lady and her sister or some older person was with her.) 

All of my characters have their twitter accounts and have started tweeting. I still need to finish up the timeline itself but over all it's going pretty well.

I'm in the beginning of the story were the sister (unknowingly) is giving Phillis and Henry the 15,000 dollars (I didn't get the chance to add this piece into the story itself so the project kinda gives it away. sorry :/)

I could find one semi quiet space in this school. 

So far, my character, Claire, has expressed her anger and sadness towards the Natalie.  She is constantly posting notes about how Natalie is ruining her life.  In one post, she writes, “Nobody likes you but everybody wants to be like you. How contradictory! I know I’m so undeserving of what you put me through. I hate you.”  Basically, Claire wants Natalie to know that she is not as popular as she thinks she is and that people only imitate her because she is considered the one with most "authority" in student status.  Later on in the week, Claire began to post notes about people talking about her because of Natalie.  She writes, “I don't understand why you think it's acceptable for you to talk about me with everyone. We used to be friends. Now you're so evil. Why?”  Claire hints to the readers of her blog that she and Natalie used to be best friends.  Now, Natalie is doing nothing but making Claire’s life miserable by spreading rumors about her and being purely evil.

  

To the 4 cars that refused to turn there blinkers on this morning when I tried to get to the train station. Thanks. Learn to freaking use them since I almost missed my train....idiots. 

Here I sit:
Feeling as proud as can be
Because a few colleges
expressed an interest in me.
Yet one look at their tuition
restores my sanity.


On a side note, I would like to acknowledge that a great many of my most upsetting moments are best expressed through lighthearted rhyme. (Evidence of my admiration of Dorothy Parker, I imagine.)

B C F&M G H O S T W&M

So it is 11:30 and I only have about 30 minutes to post a story. I told myself that I would do EVERY story this quarter now that I have gotten the hang of it.
So today, after school me and Yousef decided to go to McDonald's . The thing was there are soooo many McDonald's in Center City. As we walked down 22nd St, we contemplated prices, value menus, and cleanliness. By time we got to Market St. we had changed our minds about 3 times. In the end we decided to go to the one at 15th st. But the thing is there are 2 at 15th St. Our minds were completely boggled, so we picked cleanliness over anything, and went to the one on Arch. So when we got there and finally fixed our fatty, greasy itch,  Yousef showed me the most awkward, and ridiculous things I have ever saw. This boy put a whole McChicken in between a double cheese burger! What kind of mess? It wasn't even just the chicken patty, he put the whole sandwich bun and all, and completely and destroyed that thing.So, today's trip to McDonald was a very fun and interesting experience.

Your mother is admitted into the hospital and after various tests, a clot if found in her heart. She immediately goes into surgery.

The next day, your wife is having double vision and her left side seems to be moving slower than her right. You tell a friend and he tells you to rush her to the hospital. The episode is categorized as a mini-stroke. 

It was the worst week of your life. 

ARDDDDD, so

 I have a prom date, we've all established that. Thing is, he's 20, I'm 16. My mom is not having that. So my plan is to just tell her, one of my friends want to take me and then have them meet up some how, good idea right? Here's the catch, I have until Friday when the deposits due. Ugh. this is so stressful. I'm not sure how this is all going to go down, I have butterflies in my stomach because I'm really looking forward to him taking me, my mom is a trip though. smh.

Benchmarks are difficult....Capstones are nightmares

        1)    Durante este proyecto yo aprendí que actuar no es tan fácil como parece y es muy difícil trabajar junto con amigos porque ellos también sentían lo mismo que yo. Todo fue especialmente difícil cuando los muchachos se vistieron como niñas porque casi no podíamos resistir de reír. La parte mas difícil para nosotros fue arreglar y encontrar los ángulos de la camera para que toda la escena fuera filmada.

      2)    Yo escribí todo lo que nosotros teníamos que decir y eso me gusto pero también fue un poco difícil. Yo creo que nosotros trabajamos muy bien juntos, escuchamos las ideas de todos y lo combinamos en nuestra novela. Yo creo que nosotros trabajamos muy bien juntos y eso fue nuestra fortaleza mayor.  

        3)    Si podíamos hacerlo otra ves yo creo que quisiera cambiar nuestro establecimiento porque nosotros usamos “the teachers lounge” y la habitación fue muy pequeña, eso hico cosas mucho mas difícil para filmar porque necesitábamos cambiar los ángulos de la camera constadamente. Yo creo que esto saco mucho de nuestra novela porque necesitábamos hacer muchos “cuts” cortos. 

          4)    Yo quiero que todos que vean nuestra novela se dan cuenta de los esteriotipas de mujeres y cuando lo vean piensen dos veces antes de hablarle a una mujer con falta de respecto y con mala actitudes que todos los hombres son mejor de mujeres y que los hombres son mas importantes. Quiero que cuando todos los hombres ven a nuestro proyecto empiezan a tratar a una mujer como sus iguales y no como alguien que son debajo ellos.

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Leer Bestario por Julio Cortezar no es fácil, pero al mismo tiempo no es bastante difícil. Hay muchas palabras que no entiendo, y cuando estoy cansada o no puedo enfocar, es muy difícil comprender el texto. Cuando es posible enfocar en el libro, me gusta mucho leer, y no es muy difícil. Me gusta que las cuentas son breves porque cuando no entiendo uno puedo leer dos veces. Cuando he leído el fin de una cuenta, ya conozco las temas y los nombres, entonces es más fácil entender el principio. Cuando no conozco bien el vocabulario, usualmente busco las palabras en el internet o un diccionario. Me gusta escribir las palabras nuevas en una hoja o, si puedo, en el libro. A veces, no busco la palabra porque puedo entender usando el contexto o otras palabras similares que conozco.
Me gusta mucho aprender español por leer novelas y otras cosas, como poemas. Muchas veces yo leo una frase que no conozco y entonces puedo usarla. Me ayuda mucho con mi gramática y vocabulario, pero es mucho mas divertido que usar "flashcards".

​I learned that making a colleague isn't as easy as I thought it would be. In fact, there was much tedious work in finding pictures and cutting them as close to perfect as possible. It was also a wee bit difficult to fit the poem on the board but after some time we figured it out.

My group split up the work easily. The three of us all found a board which marina cut in the shape of the female sign. I found pictures that represented empowered female women. After two days of scanning through magazines and finding various photos for our colleague, I then cut the pictures as perfectly as I could. Once done with that Marina and I organized the board, and then glued the pictures. While Marina found a poem that related to empowered female women, cut out the poem, and pasted the poem, Jonas wrote a 3 paragraph summary about the colleague, with Marina and my input.

If given a second opportunity I would have added more pictures. I originally wanted to cover the whole board in pictures but I didn't realize how much the poem would take up and how it can be difficult to find pictures representing empowered hispanic women.

I feel like people have the sense that women in Hispanic culture aren't empowered and that men reign much more power over them. However, that is changing and there are many powerful and influential women in Hispanic speaking countries and  this colleague definitely shows that. It shows how so oftenly women are used for sex appeal, but it also shows the side of how that view of women is breaking.  

I didn't get in Drexel University.