Jakob Cantor

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Tech Presentation Script.


I started out with the two sports that I play and love, baseball and basketball. These sports take a huge amount of time out of my schedule. I have been playing these sports since I was younger and a lot smaller. I play these sports for travel teams and school. Pretty much every day after school I am playing and practicing one of the two sports or both in the same day. In the summer I am mainly focusing on baseball. I have a lot of tournaments and season games. For basketball I have one or two tournaments. Through the winter I am practicing baseball indoors because it is too cold to practice outside. I am playing constant basketball games throughout the week and weekends. I chose to add these two visual images because these are the two most important sports to my that I love a lot and keep me out of bad situations.

The car represents traveling and my love for traveling. Even though I live in the city and walk pretty much everywhere, sometimes I take the car to go to a location that is not walking distance. When in the car, we are always making jokes together and making the most out of the car ride. The time I spend in the car with my family and friends are good fun times, we talk, play games and listening to music. This leads to my last visual image, Music. Music is a big part of who I am. It sets the mood in different situations and makes me happy. Music is a big topic that gets brought up in a lot of my conversations.


​From the critique of my slide I learned different suggestions about my work that helped me create a better and more thought out slide. I learned from my critiques to not stretch the images out, to create a clearer contrast in the letters and highlight, and to create a more neater and symmetrical slide. All of the criticism I got on my work helped me create a better slide for my upgraded slide.


I chose to change many of things on my new slide to make it better and cleaner. When creating the second draft of my slide, I researched and listened to my peers on ways to create a better laid out slide. I researched about contrasting colors and chose to add white letters the contrasted with a darker brown color. The images I picked out on my first slide I stretched out which made them more pixelated which I got ride of a shrunk them to their normal sizes. I made sure all of the images were symmetrical to each other and that they corresponded in a way to the highlighted color of the text.


Throughout the process, I learned that it is easier to follow a slide when it is simpler and more symmetric. I used my classmates and teachers to help me create a better slide. They gave me constructive criticism and different ideas to help me create a new better slide.


Fork Roads and Fire

(Starts with Jason near the phone and he puts his camera on live recording. At the bottom of the screen it says: ‘Feel free to comment to “(610) 414-399” during this video.’ Jason backs up 3ft from the camera.)

Jason: Hello, to all who are hearing this and hello to one particular person. My name is Jason Carter. Inhabitant of South Philadelphia. Not anymore. Yeah…That name…that place…does it sound familiar? Yeah, (Nods head) because you know how you are related to me. You know what you did. Now, (lays hand on chest) I might not know your name but you will know if you are that particular person. You will know because burning a house is not something that you would forget. (Lays hand on chest)I mean I wouldn’t, (Raises hands and shrugs) who would? Now (Lays hand on chest) I wouldn’t start a fire, (Shrugs) so I wouldn’t really know, (Points at the camera and lifts chin slightly) but you do. (Shakes head) You won’t forget what you did because you did it out of pleasure. I remember that night two days ago, I saw that devilish look in your eyes, the smile on your face, illuminated by the flames. You know what that told me? Hmm? It told me that it was no mistake and you didn’t regret it.

(Pause)

But truly…I do not know the real reason why you did it. Sure you did it out of pleasure, but what for? (Eyes narrow) Was it revenge? Now, since I don’t know who you are I don’t remember doing anything to you to make you mad at me. I didn’t even recognize you. So right now, what you did was just nonsense to me. Just why did it have to be me and my family?

(Pause. Text message alert appears on the phone’s screen under notifications. Jason walks up and looks at the message.)

And we have our first comment from my buddy, John Shoemaker. He says: ‘I was there on the night of the fire and I saw Adam Clark was there. I know him from school.’

(Pause)

So…Does anybody know who this Adam Clark may be?

(Pause. Text message alert appears on the screen.)

Now we’ve got another text message from someone named Chen and in his reply it says: ‘I know that kid, he goes to my school, he steals people’s money and phones and sprays graffiti on people’s houses.

(Pause. Text message alert appears on the screen.)

Another person, Carlos, exclaims: ‘He threw bricks at my windows. (Shakes head in disbelief)

And we have another message, It is from an 8th grader named Ethan. His message reads: ‘He is my older brother Adam Clark. Two nights ago I remember that he left my house in in the middle of the night. I have kept this secret for a long time and should have said it earlier: he has been doing things I don’t agree with for about three months now. Each new thing that he does is worse than the last.’

(Pause. Jason looks shocked at this new information)

So, apparently, I am not alone. Adam has been hurting others.

(Pause)

So, what should I do? Should I call the police and tell them that Adam did it? Maybe I can just leave an anonymous tip? I don’t know if I really have enough evidence here…

(Looks at messages again)

Now my brother is getting into this. He says: ‘Yo, little brother. Maybe you should give this kid a break, maybe he is like me. I did drugs and went to jail. It was because I didn’t have a friend to talk me out of it. You know my story. So I am just saying maybe this kid needs a chance. Sure he screwed up and I am not happy about him torching our house, but jail is not the solution.’

(Pause. Looks uncertain. Moves away from the phone)

Sigh Okay, now I really don’t know what to do. I mean maybe this kid really did have a rough life like my brother said, but should I still be sorry for him? I mean he made me (put hand on chest and look sad) lose…everything…dear to me. I never thought that it might happen to me, but it did, all because of him. What do you think that I should do?

(Turns and walk of screen. The End)

Level 4 Procrastinator

To person: What are you doing Emmy! He’s literally right in front of you!


To self: Okay it's 10:33, I should be done by at least 11ish, leaving me about an hour to finish my homework. Why do teachers have to give us projects and homework? What's the point of school if we have to do the work at home? I mean everyone knows 80% of the kids just look up the answers for whatever they demand us to do. Do teachers want our childhoods to be spent having anxiety and breakdowns over every other project? Why give us this busy work? And why give us so much work? How much homework do I have for one night? Just tonight I have Four 3-step equation problems, answer questions for a 10 page document, answer 10 questions for biochem, write a 500 word script in spanish, write a 3 paragraph film analysis, and write a 600 word draft for a monologue. Now each of these things are simple, but in 1 night. 1 night!


To person: Emmy why is everybody in this game so toxic? I make 1 mistake and this kid will not stop crying   .


To self: Okay so I don’t have history tomorrow, so I can do that homework tomorrow after school. Then I can do biochem in the morning, Math and the film analysis at lunch, leaving the spanish script and the monologue for tonight. I'm a decently fast typer so it should be fine. As long as this game doesn't last too long.


To person: Can you guys actually try so we can win already? I got homework I still have to do. No you’re not even trying, you keep using the scout which is utter garbage. (Slam fist on desk) It's not my fault I procrastinate… (realization, over exaggerated sigh)


To self: I can’t keep doing this to myself. I had 3 days to do the monologue, the entire week for history, 2 weeks to do the spanish script and the film analysis. I promise after today I will no longer procrastinate. If these assignments weren’t due until the morning I’d be screwed. Wait… Are they all due in the morning? Sometimes they switch it up… Nah probably not right.... I should check to be sure. (pause) No. NONONONONONONONONONO! Why is the monologue have to be due at 12!? That's nowhere near enough time! There's no way I’m gonna finish I don’t even have an idea yet.


To person: OH MY GOD WOULD YOU JUST DO ANYTHING! YOU LITERALLY HAVE DONE NOTHING FOR THE TEAM. I NEED TO GO AND I'M NOT GETTING BANNED BECAUSE YOU SUCK!


To self: Okay Okay I’ll just type on my phone between rounds… I’m so stupid. I should’ve just done the projects in the first place. Then I wouldn’t be stressed out every night getting a max of 4 hours sleep.


To person: God our teammates were trash… Good Game! Hey Emmy you up for another game? I can just do my homework in between rounds. (3 second pause) Aw come on, can’t you do your homework later?


Midnight Sprees

“Midnight Sprees”


How do I feel today? (sarcastically) I wonder. I feel (gasp) the way I do every time I’m in this room with you. You ask me this question every week, Lydia, and I answer in the same way. I’m fine. I sit in this bland office with cushy chairs, and I’m always fine. I don’t want to be here. I never want to. I want to leave this place and never look back. I don’t need help, and I certainly don’t need your talk therapy. But y’know, my parents just can’t accept that, so here I am. My parents can’t handle the idea that their precious little girl can deal with bullies.


(Pause)


They sent me here because they care? Really? They didn’t care, or notice, when I came home with bruises and a tear-stained face. My mother just kept playing solitaire, and my dad just kept working. He doesn’t even really need to work that much, we’re kinda well-off, but he never seems to spend time outside the office. Also, they didn’t care at all when you brought them in here for a therapy session. I mean, really, they pretty much told you that it’s your job to fix me, not theirs. (sarcastically) Oooh, therapy. They just want me out of their way. Speaking of, there was also that time when they didn’t care about... (trails off)


(Pause)


It’s nothing. I’m serious, really. Nothing. (pause) No, I’m fine. (tugs on sleeves) Fine… You really are that desperate to know? I almost killed myself. There I said it. Proud of me now, Lydia? Have I lived up to your standards?


(Pause)


You didn’t need to know. What had happened was… I got fed up. It was another day, with the same bullies and the same insults… (voice gets a little lower) “slut, whore, fatass”. The same voices in the back of my head nagging at me all day. Too many bodies on my mind. So… that night I decided I didn’t want to go through with it anymore. I cut myself, instead of others. But then I got scared. There was so much blood, and I wasn’t used to it coming from my own body. My victims never fought back. I called Andrea, and she rushed over to help me. She doesn’t know about my late-night habits. You don’t even know about them. We managed to stop the bleeding with a t-shirt, and to clean up my room. My parents never go in there anyways, so it doesn’t really matter, but just in case. I drank a lot of water and juice, and ate some food. Andrea told me that I have to tell you, but I didn’t really mean for you to find out…


(Pause)


Why? Well because of the feelings and the thoughts coursing through me, why else? I’ve killed people, and it lurks in the back of my mind- who am I going to kill next? I just can’t decide sometimes and it eats me alive. Y’know that feeling when you’re underwater in a pool and you can hear everything but it’s muffled? That’s what it feels like. Until I feel someone’s blood in between my fingers, until I hear their screams, muffled by whatever I stuck in them to shut them up. Nothing is ever still. It feels like everything is always vibrating; me, my school, my life, my heart, my head. Everything. My heart beats faster than ever lately. I always feel like people are out to get me, and even in a room full of friends I feel so lonely. All I think about is my next murder.


(Pause)


Yeah, I guess… I do see it as a problem… I almost killed myself, for god's sakes! Maybe I do need help… (speaking pace quickens) What if I’m beyond help or beyond care? What if I’m too broken? (pause) I’m too broken. It’s pointless. But… What if it isn’t? I don’t know, I don’t know. I don’t know what to feel or think; I just can’t be this way anymore! I’ve killed three people this month. They didn’t make the news- doesn’t look like a serial killer. The first was an old man-- I poisoned him, it looked like suicide. I helped that old man by putting him out of his misery. The next was a woman, younger. I made it look like a domestic violence case, reported it to the police and everything. The man is in jail, but he sexually assaulted her anyway, so he deserved it. Just last week I killed a woman, an abusive mother. Her daughter is too young to understand, anyway. She’ll learn when she’s older. So really, I’m not doing anything bad.


(Pause)


What, no! I’m not going to some asylum. Oh hell no. You’re not going to lock me up in some psych center! I don’t need that. You’re wrong, I’m fine! Or maybe I’m not, but that’s not the point. I don’t need to go to a crisis center… They hurt people there, and I don’t need to be any more hurt than I already am! I don’t need to be sedated or any of that shit! I’m fine.


(Pause)


The police? No, no! Fine, I’ll- I’ll go to your dumb psych center. Just don’t lock me away forever...


Ari's Slide

Slide- Q2 Slide About Me

Good morning everybody. Today I will be presenting my tech slide. Although there is not much on the slide, I believe you can learn a lot about me from it. I’ll start off with the background. It is an image of a wrestling gym. A reason that I chose this image because it shows the side of me that is a wrestler. But on a more meaningful level, this image portrays a part of me that less people get to see. It shows that when I set my mind to something, I can accomplish it, no matter what it is. That is a wrestling mindset.

I chose the layout of the slide for multiple reasons. One of them was the contrast of the colors. I love the color combination of yellow and black, and I thought it would make the slide pop-out to the viewer. Another reason was that there were lines running through it, and my research said that that would put the image into focus.

The quote represents one of the main things I stand for. The quote reads, “Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.” The person who said the quote is Josh Keitt, one of my wrestling coaches who is also the Athletic Director at CAPA. The quote, along with inspiring me, also portrays how I participate in topics that I am passionate about. If I set a goal for myself, I will spend countless hours working to achieve it. This applies not only to wrestling, but my entire life.

Thank you all for listening and have a great Thanksgiving Weekend!


Media Fluency Slide Assignment

For my slide, I chose an image that was well known like Starry Night, by VIncent Van Gogh. I have a very explosive personality and I thought that the image showed that in a physical way. I also used black to contrast against the multitude of colors so it’d be as clear as it could. Big text was another thing in the slide I thought was nice because it caught the audience’s attention and gets straight to the point. The quote I chose spoke on individuality which I personally feel I show on a daily basis. Presentation wise, the image has a value of a flowing characteristic which directed the viewer’s eyes on the image.

Alex's slide

For my Me Magazine slide I did get my research from this article that showed me the best way to do my 1 slide. But what matters here is, why would I create my ! slide the way I did? There was a lot of stuff I could have added but since I only had a 1 slide limit then I only picked what was important and what truly represented me. Of course everything represented me but I only chose what showed me the most. I liked the layout and I believe that it is pretty self explanatory. These non copyrighted pictures represent me in the sense of who I am. The tacos represents my favorite food, the soccer ball represents what sport I like to play, Tamalex represents my favorite restaurant, the volcano the San Mateo Ozolco, Mexico represents where I come from, the American flag represents where I am currently living, and Penn Park represents where I show my soccer skills. This is only some stuff that represent me but at the end of the day it’s me.
  • What did you learn from the critique of your slide? I learned that best one slide is always organized and should be creative and not so basic. I also learned that the best slide is always eye catching. You never want to put a long text because no one has time to read a long text. Always put the most creative stuff on the slide. You always have to put the most important things on a slide. Don't put too much because then it looks dis organized. 
  • Why did you make the changes you made to the slide? I made the changes I made because based on the feedback I got from my group members they said to be more organized. Even though I organized my work I did change it a little because the word "Me" was very basic and boring. I changed the color to red because it made it pop more. I also changed the theme because before there was some weird thing on it and so now it's just black and looks a lot better. It also makes the pictures and "Me" pop out a lot more.
  • How did the research you did help to create a better slide? It helped me because I did everything like it said I just wasn't organized. It also said to only include the most important things. That's because it will be more eye catching. You always want to have the basic but good stuff so that you can make the reader process what you did. Don't try to add a lot of color because then it will look really messy and it won't be satisfying.
  • What were some of the sources you used to create an amazing slide? I just used Ted Blog which game tips on how to make a better slide.
one slide me magazine (4)

My Eyes by Louisa Strohm

“Oh my god Penny, your eyes are like so blue.”

(rolls eyes) Thanks a bunch. I hate that phrase. Since the day the pigment entered my eyes I think I’ve been receiving compliments on them. “Oh my, look at your eyes!” or “Wow, your eyes are so pretty!” When I was younger, I found it nice to be complimented on one of my physical features so often, I was very fond of the attention. But as I grew older, and became a teenager I began to hate it. For me, the worst thing about receiving a compliment is that the complimentor always feels the need to be thanked, and will get all offended if you don’t thank them. It’s like, “Gee thank you SO much for letting me know that my eyes are blue. I’ve never heard that or seen myself in a mirror.” I’m just really sick of it, you know? When you attend a co-ed high school as a respectively pretty girl with blue eyes, boys love to tell you about it. “You have such big, beautiful eyes.” they’ll tell you. They’ll tell you they’ve never seen eyes like yours and ask you if it runs in your family. They will pretend that they care. They really don’t. I know now that they will tell you what they think you wanna hear, just so they can feel like they’re gonna get somewhere with you. Don’t let them. Do I not have anything else worth complimenting? I know I’ve never been the smartest. I’ve never been the most artistic or talented in anything really. But nothing, really? They’re just eyes, my sister and dad have the same exact pair. Hell, lots of people have the same pair. They’re blue, trust me I know. You know, maybe I’m wrong for complaining. I’m sure lots a girls would kill to have my eyes, and receive attention like I do. You know what no, I’m right. If you really like me, and you wanna compliment me, you should dig a little deeper than just finding the first physical feature you notice and uttering something that you think I’ve never heard before. Compliment me on my personality or on my mind. Honestly, anything but my eyes at this point. Compliment me on the point I made in that class we have together, or tell me I have a nice speaking voice. ANYTHING but the eyes. Please, spare me from having to hear about the two things that fill the round sockets on my face. Complimenting should be about making someone smile unexpectedly by surprising them with your fondness of a feature that not many others recognize. THINK before you compliment, because I’m done saying thank you.

You never meant home to me anyway - Orlando Aguayo - Monologue


You never meant home to me anyway.

Okay

you can do this.

(inhales deeply)

Maybe I can't. No I can't do this, I'm going to tell him. I'm tired of hearing him say that I walk just like a girl or that my voice is too high for him.

(pauses)

But what if he is fine with me being gay. I am his son, right?

I don’t know man, I don't think I can do this, I'm shaking just trying to think what to say

Should I just say, “I'm gay and proud. I don’t care what you’re going to do?”

Or should I not tell him, and just date girls even though I don't like them? I mean that's wrong, right? Playing with their feelings? I'm not a fuck boi

(pauses)

I can't keep this from him anymore man , he’s picking up clues:

Clues like me being around girls more than I am with guys.

Clues like me wearing black nail polish saying I'm emo but in reality I just wanna wear it.

When I was younger my nickname to him was fruit cake so he knew that I was gay.


My mom doesn't care.

She wants me to stay true to myself.

She also told me that when i'm ready to come out do it without regret, if he didn't accept me,

Or if he does do something crazy I can just live with my mom, that's why she left right?

She left Because he would hit her repeated for reasons like when she didn't serve his food once he entered the house from work

Because she didn't want to lay with him because he smelt like a damn whole bar

He used to mark her all up with bruises and busted lips

That's the reason why my brother Matthew isn't here now because she had a miscarriage

Man fuck this, fuck it man, I have to tell him.

Okay I can do this I can do this okay I got it.

Breath, Jonah breath.

(Breaths in and out)

I'm ready

(pauses)

Dad can we talk I have something I wanna tell you please don't scream please dont.

Remember when you used to call me fruitcake because I would act and talk just like a girl?

Well I have to tell you something

(inhales in and out)

I am

(cough)

I am... I am..

(coughs)
I like like guys okay I like guys

(Pauses)

No this isn't a phase you obviously knew I was, because you mocked me on a daily basis.

What are you crazy? Are you? Therapy won't fix this, I am gay and that's what I am you can't change that.

But dad I'm your son are you kidding me

Man I knew you weren’t  going to approve cause you’re a damn homophobe you despise gay people with a passion.

(Starts to get upset)

What! No you listen to me, you can't tell me that I have to date girls to live here I'm not going to live a lie and claim I have feelings for them.

Okay then I will pack my bags and leave.

You never meant home to me anyway.

We never had a son bond anyway

That father and son bond

You never came to my talent shows, never showed up to none of my Father and Son dances at least I was active in school and participated in events

No wonder mom left your miserable ass your so damn judgemental and abusive

Beating her up and making her have a miscarriage

The only brother i’ll only have

But What ever Daniel I’ll be out of your hair after I'm done packing

You know what? Go to hell, asshole.

(Slams door)


Tech Project

Tech Slide
For my project I focused on 3 main points that I learned from my research.

The first point was using contrasting colors. I used blue so that your eyes are drawn to the text but not distracted by the image in grey. I learned that it is important to have contrast between your background and text so that your text is legible.

The second point I learned was to keep your slide simple. In my slide I only have a picture and 2 words but they can tell you a whole story and give a lot of information about somebody. During my research I found that it is most visually pleasing to only have one image, not have too many colors and not use crazy fonts.

The third point I found was the rule of thirds. This point focuses mainly on the placement of images and text. As if there were imaginary lines dividing the slide into three pieces, images and pictures should be placed inside of those thirds. Although the image doesn’t really follow it the words fall in the top left corner making it more aesthetically pleasing the having the words all over the place.

https://visage.co/11-design-tips-beautiful-presentations/

https://smallbiztrends.com/2016/07/using-google-slides-tips.html

https://zachholman.com/posts/slide-design-for-developers/

Rose

Rose


Kate, It’s me TJ. Can I talk to you for a minute?  So I have a problem. So you know how my little sister Rose and I have currently moved in with our aunt  about three months ago, and its been tough. Last week when Rose came to school with the bruises and black eye on her face, I told you that she had got into a fight. The thing is, she didn’t get into any fight. Our aunt has been hitting her.

But wait please don’t tell anyone yet, It’s my aunt, and I don’t want her to get arrested. It started around the first few weeks of school. Rose and I were still getting used to living with her.

We came in the house from school, and Rose didn’t say hello. So my aunt  ran up to Rose in her face screaming at her, saying ¨when you come in this house you speak to me!”. Of course she started to cry. The woman threw her backpack across the room and just started hitting her.

What did I do? I know that she wouldn’t just do this out of nowhere.

She says if I ever try and help Rose in this kind of situation she would get her boyfriend on me. Kate I don’t know what to do. I’m only 13 and I know I can defend myself from people my age, but a 27 year old man, I don’t know. I really haven’t seen her boyfriend. I know he comes there a lot but he only stops at the door to give my aunt money. And Rose. Rose is only 9. She can’t defend herself at all. I can’t call anyone because she took my cell phone and uses it for her “orders”. So I just figured that I open up to you.

It’s so crazy because I know my aunt  like the back of my hand.. When we were little, she wasn’t  like this at all. She would always take Rose and I to the park and get us ice cream from the ice  cream truck. When my mother was arrested, she was right there ready to take us in. Oh and I know she only took us for the money. She walks in the house with a new purse everyday. I don’t know if it’s the money she gets from her boyfriend or the state.

But Rose. I’m scared for her. She barely gets any sleep because she is scared that she will come in and take her away, so I hold her to make her feel safe. She screams and cries from the nightmares she has from her. She can’t get comfortable when sleeping because of the bruises on each arm hurts her.

Rose has gotten so quiet. She talks when she is told to and only when she is told to. Even in school. She only talks to me when we wake up for school in the morning. If momma could only be here for us. Man I know things  would be different. Rose would go back to being the old Rose. Playing with her dolls, having friends over every friday. Just… Happy.


Presentation Slide-Rene Hart

Tech Me slide  (1)
I made this slide visual. What I mean by that is I had the basketball focus in the front and the basketball court faded in the background. As I read on Presentation Zen "Vision trumps all other senses. I tried to harmonized the background, midground, and foreground so people focus on the foreground before looking in the back. I tried to incorporate movement by having the basketball coming in from the side. I put the speech bubble on the basketball because I knew that was the first place people will look at before moving on to the rest of the slide. I wanted the images to have bright colors like orange, blue, and white. To balance the colors, I made the background gray. My design was inspired by the "Make it visual" paragraph and picture on Presentation Zen.

Camren Jones

Untitled presentation (2)
The reasoning behind my slide is because it shows the two most important to me. My slide may come across plain but minimalism is key. The main thing that pops on my slide is the color choice. I chose this specific color pallet because of the color contrast, which grabs the audience's attention. The reasoning behind the arrangement of this piece is because it's aesthetically by both the layout and and color. After reading Zach Holman's article I learned that slides should be pleasing to the human eye. Which is done by choosing something that is quick and easy to interprets but also stands out by using huge contrast in colors, making everything proportional, and big bold letters. I used the concepts of different fonts and sizes for different levels of importance.

Annie Chen

Tech Slide 11%2F16 (1)

This is my slide. In my Me Magazine, I specially mentioned many quotes that are important to me, I picked the one that I use and love.

Keeping it simple

In the Presentation Zen, when Garr Reynolds was in Osako Japan, he used the IKEA signs as an example to explain in design. He said that keeping it very minimal and simple was a very good way to get whatever the selling product is out.  As Zach Holman said in his writing, slides, posters, billboards need to be nice to look at for our eyes.

Another vital factor that many people don’t realize is when they try to cram too much information into one slide. I knew I wasn’t going to put as super long quote on my slide and have it in size 11 font, it wouldn’t be comfortable for my audience to read a super long paragraph that is difficult to read.  I gave “EVERYTHING” a different font because I wanted to show emphasis on it, by making it a little bigger, different font.

It’s always about pleasing the human eye with visuals, rules such as repetition of patterns are quite nice to look at, also contrast rules are very paramount. I chose to have the white background and to use   Black for my font color because black and white contrast color contrast each other. It also looked nice when reading, it is clear to view.

I kept a lot of spaces because also, it gives our eyes a nice view to look at because our eyes likes simple, we don’t like looking at too much things, a lot times, we can't focus.

Image; Instead of putting many images that could go along with my quote, I decided on picking just one to represent my central idea of the quote.


Dopamine

Dopamine


Oh my god, there he is! The boy I was telling you about. Be cool, be cool.


(pause)


Every time I see Tyler, it’s like 20,000 shots of dopamine gets released from my brain. He walks towards me and I lock my eyes into his, like a reminder to brush my teeth twice a day, every day -- just in case we get close. My eyes wander down to his lips, what a perfect pair of lips. I look at his arms, nice and strong. He walks away from me and I feel myself gazing at his butt. (Shakes head) Snap out of it Billy. If he turns around and looks down he’ll see you with that, and then you’ll be exposed. Fucking snap out of it!


(Pause. Billy is turned towards audience, but isn’t looking at them. He’s talking to his best friend Jor (h-or))

I know, I know, Jor. It’s wrong, I just can’t help myself though. He’s so sexy. And it’s not even like a, “damnnnn boy! Look at your body” type sexy, it’s like a,  “damnnn boy! Your face, your body, your style is just a turn on.” And his personality just melts my heart. He’s perfect.


(Pause)

What do you mean “how does his personality melt your heart?” Like the way he--well, it’s more like how he--It’s like when you’re on a roller coaster. When you’re waiting in that long line and you’re preparing yourself for what’s about to happen. You finally get up to the gate and see the other people slowly pull off in the roller coaster. A few seconds later, you hear their screams--the beginning is scary and challenging, but in the end, you know they’re having a good time. Then, they come back, and they look so happy. The only difference with me is that I never get in the line, I’m too scared.


(Pause)

No, it’s not alright! I want him, but I’m too scared to tell him. I’m such a pussy.


(Pause)

You really think so? I mean, I kind of think I am. I don’t know, maybe you’re right. Ughhhh, I wish I had the balls to tell him.


(Pause)

No, I don’t! What if he looks at me like I’m crazy? Or what if he laughs and tell everyoneeeeee I’m gay? I can’t go through that humiliation. I mean, commmmmme on! How would you feel if your crush told everyoneeeeeee you liked him? Huh? (Sits down on a bench)


(Pause)

Yeah, that’s what I thought, but--


(Pause)

Wait...what?


(Pause)

So, you’re saying you wouldn’t be humiliated?


(Pause. Billy is confused)

What the fuck? ...Why not?


(Pause)

So, you’re basically saying you wouldn’t be upset if the whole school, including your crush, knew you liked him? You wouldn’t be upset to know that everyone in school knew you were gay? You would instead feel relieved?


(Pause) Damn...you have guts. You know what, you’re right. I’m gonna rip a page out of your book, and tell him. I’m gonna tell him that I like him, and he’s gonna act normal and not tell anyone that I told him I liked him. Yeah, of course. It’s totally normal for guys to like guys. Yeah! I totally got this. Yeah, because it doesn’t matter if he laughs at me, or if he doesn’t. I had the courage to tell him, which is all that matters. But how do I do it? Oh myyyyyyy God (sits down and puts face in hands). It’s like one thing after another! Like, Jesus Christ! Can I get a freaking break!


(Pause and takes face out of hands) You’re right. I don’t need to take time out of my day to flip out about what to say, or if he’ll tell everyone. He should respect me as a human being who has feelings. He should acknowledge my courage and strength to even talk to him, so that’s what I’m gonna do.


(Gets up and walks over to Tyler)

Hey, what’s up?


Isabela Curtin's SLide

Izzys Me Mag Slide

This is my slide. At first glance it my look bland and simple, but each part of my slide represents an important part of me. I have summarized one major part of my me magazine into my slide, this major part is me having both Ecuadorian and Philadelphian heritage. The first photo is of the sunrise in Philly. I took this photo from my balcony, I used this photo to represent my time here in Philadelphia. The second photo is of a sunset in Ecuador, I used this to represent my time in Ecuador. I used sunsets and sunrises in my slide because of my fascination with them. I used a sunset and a sunrise respectively to show that they are diffrent places. The box in the middle is my favorite color, which also matches the sunset and sunrise. I hope you have liked this presentation.

The final part of my presentation is this quote that I resonate with. I just feel like together yet separate just sums up perfectly how I feel about living in Philly but being born in Ecuador. This slide is split into three different parts. I felt like this template was the most aesthetically pleasing. I used harmony in my slide because I kept the same pallet of colors.


The Story Behind James Kry

I made my slide with varieties of pictures because not all, but each of them tells a story. What had influence my decision making is that when I did some research on how to make a 1 slide mean something meaningful and I ran into this image with all of these pictures about her lost dog and she had a story for her dog’s death. Mines is about my dad’s death, also, always think on the positive things.

The Story Behind James Kry

Look at the bright side…

(Sitting down drinking coffee, door opens) ‘’Hey Jacob, how was school?’’ ’’Jacob,(pause) bud, (pause) champ, is there something wrong? Are you alright?‘’ (no answer) ‘’I better see what’s wrong and check up on him.’’  ‘’Can’t be that serious. Right? I mean what could be troubling him at this age.’’  (goes up stairs) ‘’Jacob? Can I come in and talk?’’ (nothing) ‘’ If there’s something wrong you know you can talk with me and work it out.’’ (nothing) ‘’ I’m going to come in and talk with you so we can get this sort it okay?’’ (walks in) ‘’Soooooooo, what’s bugging you today?’’ (nothing) ‘’Backed up work, friends, bullies, teachers, girls?’’ (laugh) ‘’HAHAHAHAHA….Ah yeah that was pretty bad, but besides bad jokes it looks like you're really down. So I want you to know that not everything is going to be so easy and sometimes in life your emotions just randomly express themselves.‘’  ‘’I know what it’s like to feel depressed for probably no reason and questioning. Why?’’  ‘’My dad once taught me that you just have to keep going and don’t let anything in life stop you from being happy and living to the fullest.’’ (waits) ‘’You have a good life and what we have together you, me, your mother. If there's something wrong you don’t have to worry. Because we all have it good and easy so….’’ (Thinks) ‘’I know school can be tough, stressful, overwhelming and don’t know how to juggle life and fun.‘’  ‘’College was the most stressful years of my life because they were the years in my life I would have to support myself.’’  ‘’I struggled finding a job and paying off rent at my apartment.’’  ‘’It cost a lot to keep myself afloat. Water bill, electric bill, and food is what was dragging me down for half my life.’’  ‘’But I stayed strong, found my job at a corner store and finally paid my bills off.’’  ‘’I learned a lot from that experience and I took some moments of those times as life lessons.’’  ‘’To this day I never forgot them and carry them close to my heart.’’  ‘’So, make these moments between you and me to be a lesson and do just like what I did. Remember the moments in your life that made you smile and the moments when you're sad as rain. You see, rain comes, it goes and then it leaves you alone.’’  ‘’I hope this talk cheered you up a little and made you feel better.’’  ‘’I see your mom’s car pulling up so let's go down stairs, if you want, and give her some ideas for dinner.’’  ‘’See you around champ.’’ (behind door) ‘’Yes, yes, did it. Number 1 dad right here baby.’’ (end)

Monologue: "Why?"


Takes place in a dark corner of stage.


Be quiet, not a sound I think he’s coming. Don’t breathe too heavy, don’t show fear, it’ll be over soon.

(pause)

Where’s my mother? Where’s my father? Why hasn’t anyone come yet? Is it my fault? What did I do wrong? All I was doing was coming home from practice right around the corner. The man didn’t seem like a threat then. He just asked which direction he needed to take.

“Hey, excuse me miss which way to the park”

(Character shivers)

I can still hear him in my head...why! (Crying)

He went the opposite direction of where I was walking when he pulled off, and then turned around. Why? Did I have something? Does he hate me? What does he want to do with me?

I don’t even know where I am. You know what, where’s the freaking police?

Can they not do there job, correctly? What if I’m dead, is anyone even worried? Does anyone even know I’m gone?

I’m only 15 years old. I thought I was doing everything right. I didn’t act older than my age, behave well in school, got involved in programs. Most girls my age now a days don’t even take care of themselves. At least I don’t go around… ughhh they're all boy crazy. But not me, I try to stay on task. And of course this happens to me.

Silent pause.

Crazy thing is, I watch shows like this almost everyday. Criminal minds, law and order, how am I not prepared for when something like this happens. In most situations like these something bad happens within a short time frame to the victim in kidnaps.

Investigates body for marks of any kind

Oh god, I have scratches all over my arm. I must’ve put up a fight, at least that’s good, right? I did what I could. Now it’s up to the police to do what they can and find me. I hope there's good evidence left behind.

Maybe I dropped something, or he did.

Maybe there’s already a suspect in mind.

What if I, actually do know him.

There’s a good chance I may. (panicking)

You know what, maybe if I just count in my head they’ll be here sooner than I anticipate.

1….2…..3…...No I can’t

They’re taking too long to get here. Maybe they can’t find me, it was a random man that took me I think. How will they find him! Maybe they will like in those shows, they always find them. Yea ,okay I’ll be fine. I’ll be back home with my parents fine and okay. Yes, The place where I’m the most comfortable. Right about now I’d be in my room listening to my playlist, scrolling through Instagram feed. But, I just want to go home!

Hears Footsteps.

Oh no, I think he’s coming. What to do, what to do? Should I act sleep? Fight back? Act brave and speak? Ask him questions? Make him feel guilty? Pause

*Gasps

The door




https://youtu.be/mhDooL_N7xg


Briannie's Monologue

Yes officer, I’m okay.


My story? You want to hear about the whole day?


Okay…


So I was walking home from school. From my fourth new school. I hated the school I currently attended. It sucked being the new kid every time. Everyone thought I was a weirdo but I really didn’t care. I was a 16 year old girl that could care less of what people thought about me. I didn't fit in with the others. Maybe because I was quiet and didn't like opening myself up to others. My favorite part of the day came up, leaving school.


After 10 minutes of walking, I finally got home. I seen that my mother was making my favorite for dinner, barbecued wings with mashed potatoes and broccoli. As soon as I came face to face with my mother she asked me how school was. I didn’t like when my mother would ask me how school was because i would give her the same answer every time. It was miserable. But I would always answer her. I respected her. So I just tell her my day was okay or that it was an awful day.


I was always completely honest with my mom. I never lied to her about how I was feeling. We'd been through so much together and she was my biggest supporter. My mother was pretty chill about everything which I loved about her. She would give the greatest advice and would always tell me to be my own person.  And that’s exactly what I did. My mom was like my best friend. I loved her with all of my heart. I never wanted things to end up the way they did.


It was just my mother and I living at another temporary home. We moved from our old house because my father began to harass us again after he had found us. My father never got over the fact that my mother left him, he would always come back. She left him because he was a drunk and always got fired from his jobs. He was a deadbeat. My mother couldn’t deal with it anymore so we decided to move every once in a while and hoped he never find us. It was exhausting and it took a toll on my mother.


I never had a close bond with my father because he would always judge me for the kind of person I am. He would always tell me to fix my hair. He would tell me to put some makeup on and wear girly clothes. Honestly, I believed that my father didn’t say those things as friendly advice. I believe he said those things so he could have something good to look at all day. Do you know what it's like for a girl to only see her father as a pervert. Of course you don't don't answer. I wish I could love him as any daughter would love their dad but I wasn't normal. I had the prevented and messed up father.


My father would always be really friendly with me, which is why I always kept my distance. I didn’t want to believe my father would look at me in that way but he did. And there was nothing I could do about it. He basically owned me and my mother by owning our fear of him. No one would ever know what ya like to live in constant fear.


Every time there was a knock on our door, I can see the look in my mother’s widened eyes that believed, Could it be my father?


Around 10pm, my mother was watching her lifetime movies and I was sitting at the dining room table doing my homework.


There was loud banging on our door and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. My mother looked at me and then slowly got up from the couch to go open the door.


Something in my gut told me, it was my father. The urgency and inconsistency of the knocks maybe gave it away.


My mother peeked through the peephole of the door and she immediately told me to go upstairs. I disobeyed her. I had to be brave.


She opened the door and tried to keep it somewhat closed but my father swung it open with excessive force.


As soon as the door swung open he began to say all of these crazy things. He was shouting so loud it felt as if my ears were gonna explode. He was drunk and high, like he always was. It was an inner demon he couldn't get rid of.


My mother kept saying that he had to leave and that he couldn’t be here right now. She was just as scared as I was but put up a better front.


My father grabbed my mother and began kissing her and caressing her. I just didn't know what to do I was frozen with shock. My mother got angry and pushed him off of her. Then, he seemed so full of rage.


My mother kept shouting at him to leave and the only thing I can do is stand there in total shock, I didn't  move. I couldn’t do anything. What I should have done was call you guys. I know that now. I'm sorry. I should've. Everything I learned about calling the police just flew away in this time.


After a lot of yelling at each other, I seen my father reaching to the back of his pants. It was a gun. He pulled it out and first pointed it at me, and began to threaten my mother. If she didn't comply with him he would shoot me. My mom started crying hysterically and began shouting, “Shoot me, not her.”


Tears ran down my face. I didn’t know whether my father was gonna pull the trigger or not.


He then pointed the gun at my mother and time stopped. It was as if everything was in slow motion. The five bullets that pierced through the air hit different parts of her body. She had fallen to the ground really really hard. I screamed and ran over to my mother. I kept repeating “Just look at me mom everything's gonna be okay.”


She then whispered “I love you Mariana.” and she took her last breath.


Oh no, I have no idea where my father is now. I was only worried about my mother.


The Menu of My Brain

Is seated on a chair

Waiter gives menu(invisibly)

 *Gives a nervous smile and a small chuckle*

looks at menu and then looks up*

 Oh no…. what the hell do I even want. Why is it always like this everytime I go out to eat? It’s like I don't even know myself well enough to choose a single damn thing.

*Person looks at menu at points at things* *sighs*

I could have the- no that's too uhm- OH, how about the- hmm... noo. Maybe i'll just have the ew... Nope. no thanks. Ugh, why did I not think ahead and look at the menu online or just go my regular place, why did I need to feel the need to  go here anyways, time is money. I could be working right now. I'M SUCH A FOOL. Google is my best friend, ALWAYS! and yet…. I couldn't even ask what the hell what was on the menu for this place? Wow me! I kinda just came here anyways, cause she told me so much about it. How much she wanted to come here… Mom-

*Sees waiter coming, panics*

(In a nervous tone) No i'm- I'm not ready yet. T-t-thank you.

      (shakes head)  It's not like I don't k-know what’s on my brain. I-I know what’s on my brain , i-i want some food. AGHH. In the crevices of my brain the-there’s all that stuff that I learned in high school, then t-there’s all that stuff the teacher said to k-ee-ep at the back of my brain c-cause it go-gonna be on the test, i-i-relevant really .... oh, oh and then there's all th-those witty remarks mom used to tell me in response to all m-m-my stupid ones. (grows grim and sad) I miss her. I really do...s-s-she would h-help me when I started to panicking , a-and be-begin to stutter like this e-even though I-I wasn’t a-always like this.  (takes deep breath) She w-would be proud (takes deep breath then sighs again, goes to normal tone), that i'm “exploring new foods.” She loved food. If only I took her to places before she died….to this place... Hmpf, death. That’s a meal she never should never have swallowed…. However, if she were here she would tell me to not be nervous, to be brave I suppose, and explore new aspects of different things, and to just choose the damn dish that I wanted already, but i would tell her, it ain't that simple. I’d tell her that I think it’s my fault that she died, because family never fails to tell me so, I’d tell her that because of that, the choices I make have to be articulated before hand so I don’t regret everything I do...because I already do. I feel that way mom. And if you think otherwise you're wrong. Look at the menu of my brain mom, look at it, it’s filled with memories of empty actions….regrets…. regrets that I could have avoided, but i I didn’t. When you were alive I spent most of my precious time working overtime. We needed the money. At least, I thought we did.  All that time that I could have spent on you…..  I don’t deserve to be in this damn place without you here… I-I already feel empty…. hah(chuckles) and the fact that i’ve been trying to fill my emptiness with-

     “Oh, uhm, food, m-my order? hah, yeah uh... (looks at time, fakingly), a-a-ctually, I-I uhm w-wasn’t really h-h-ungry anyways,  I-I have to go, I-Im so so, so sorry, b-but I-I have to go. T-Thank you.”

    (Walks out) I-it was never going to f-fucking work out anyways….(sighs) Happy Birthday Mom....

    














"3 strikes And You're Out"

(Door slams shut)
(Boy walks downstairs with a baseball glove)

Where did Dad go? (pause)Again? (pause)Why?(pause) We were supposed to go to the field and throw around the baseball. I thought you said he would never leave me. We gave him another chance. You gave him another chance. I had to accept it, it was months and months and months of forgiving. I..I..I can't believe this is happening to me. I hear rap songs about them having no dad to teach them life lessons and how to be a man. Mom what did you do? It was you. What do you mean it’s not like that?(Pushes his mom). 
Oh my od what Am I doing? Are you ok? This is his fault. All the texts I sent him, . I never wanted a gift for Christmas: the only gift I wanted was his presence. Thanksgiving nothing beats having your Dad dig in the sweet pumpkin pie with you. All those Baseball games when I was at the plate where were you in the bleachers?(crying ) Mom and I got evicted, where were you at? When I got hit by a baseball at my game  where were you at to wipe my tears and tell me i did a good job? When mom and I  were dead broke and I had to take off a year from school to go get a job, where were  you at put the food on the table? (Yelling/Talking to himself). You left me in these Philly streets alone. These streets are filled with gorillas, killers, and drug dealers, who is going to protect me? My mom? She’s too fragile to shield me. I needed a dad to teach me to shave, take care of a woman, throw a football, all those but the streets are the only one that hasn't left me like my dead beat ass father. (Uncovers a gun from his mattress) No he is gonna pay for the pain I have constantly endured since I was two. Things are going to be different around here. From now on I’m praying to this gun. You don’t know any  basic things about me, What’s my favorite color? What are my favorite foods? What’s my jersey number? (Crying voice) I always looked up to you the way you hit the way no one could pitch against you. You always hit dingers out the park, I just wanted to be like you. You got me with a gun in the tub. Shutup, sag, hold your gun sideways, men don’t cry. Men don’t pout. Men don’t need their dad. Men survive. Men get it themselves. (Someone knocks on the door) Dad? Why do you have a bat? No. this? This is nothing. (suddenly pulling up his pants and scrambling with the gun) I thought you left. What is that in your hand? No way you have to be kidding me? Is this the bat you got three dingers in that one game in the Giants (swinging the bat). The hole? Oh no that’s nothing ( moving towards the hole) Fine I thought you left me for good again. Mom, oh I pushed her outta anger from you leaving I know I shouldn’t lay hands on mom. My pants they sagged because I was boutta hit the corner. This is a reflection life without you. Without your support, Without your love. The baseball is all I wanted to do.I want to be like you pops. You made me want to pick up a bat and a glove. Shortstop slugger (Swings bat again) just like you.

"I can't even explain with words"

I have been physically, mentally, and emotionally silenced. This has been going on for so long, I am almost immune to it. The beatings, the touching, the lies. I am in over my head. I have to let someone know or I will go crazy.  I’m so scared. I do not know how this will change my life. If I tell the police and they both get locked up, who is going to take care of me? I am afraid that it will all backfire, that I will suffer worse than them. Because although they have put me through so much, I need them more than they know. This is tearing me apart, and consuming me,  If I don’t tell something soon, I am going to explode. I’ve

} been thinking about telling my best friend Aidan. Aidan’s been my best friend since we’ve both learned how to walk. lol bus rides, he has been there for me more than anyone else. I cannot imagine life without him, his kind smile, reassuring words, and his warm laugh. They have all but made everything bad in my life more bearable. I’ve trusted him with everything, every single part of me, he pretty much knows me more than anyone else on earth.

I know he’s a good friend but still, i'm frightened to tell anybody because I don't want them sharing out my secret. My mom and Aiden's mom were friends since they were in high school and after going to the same college, because they became so close, they decided that when they both had children, their kid’s would also be best friends.

I just don’t know what to do right now I'm hoping he’s not going to say anything I know he’s going to stick by my side through everything again is the only person who I can trust he’s the only person in the world who means so much to me I don't know what I would do if he broke trust

All I'm thinking is about how my father is sexually abusing me and how my mother is physically I just need help but I don't the help because my parents are going to be in danger and i'm afraid of what they're going to do to me. Why do i have to go through this how come i just can't have a perfect life how come my parents are doing this to me what type of parents would do this to there own child how can you feel so comfortable doing this to me i want to love my parents but i can't because of the things they're doing i don't even know if they love me because if they did they wouldn't be abusing me

All im hearing is the ambulance the cops  the sirens cops banging on to the door to get in.

Why would adian ever let my secret out i thought i would be able to trust my bestfriend the one who i knew since kindergarten the one where we learned how to walk together the one where we stuck together the one and the one where we grew up together that was supposed to be my best friend it's killing me inside that my trust broken i feel so hurt i thought that i can trust that one person but now i can't because i told him i told him not to tell anyone he knows my parents are going to be in danger he knows they might do something to me when the both get out so why would you ever share out that secret that was suppose to stay between me and you.i feel like my life ended


https://soundcloud.com/amayah-woodard/monologue

Brother

“Jacob, you can't keep doing this. Its getting out of hand. Let me see your face… This is unbelieveable!”  

Your face is worse than last time, the old cuts are reopened and now bursting with blood and puss. Why do you do it, and don't tell me ‘it's fun’ because I know for a fact that you don't do this for a hobby. Ugh, and those sneakers! Take those off, their soaked, i'll throw them in the dryer for an hour while I get you cleaned up.


What did you say?I  hear your voice doing that ‘I don't actually want you to hear me, but I need you to know’ thing. I’m just gonna ignore you if you ramble like that. If you wanna tell me something then tell me and stop that under-your-breath bullshit, it really gets on my nerves.


*slap*


“You got in a fight with our dad? Look i'm sorry I slapped you but but I had no choice, the fact that you even had the nerve to do something like. Turn your head and let me get that disgusting mucusy blood off you jaw. Thats disgusting. So how'd it happen? I'm not gonna ask who started it cuz I already know it was you, it's always you”


I can't believe you did this again. Haven't you learned by now? How could you fuck up that bad? How could dad fuck up that bad?maybe this was my fault, maybe if I had just listened to dad and stop trusting you then I wouldn't be in this situation, cleaning my screwup of a brothers bloody face. Why do I even comfort you anymore? your a jerk! But you're my big brother.


I hear your apology and although it does sound sincere, which is weird coming from you,it's not gonna work this time, you screwed up. Your rambling is getting out of hand just speak. Yes I heard you, and I know you're sorry I know you do it for me and I know you will never stop fighting for me, but this is unforgivable, he's our dad and you need to get that through your thick head. I don't know why I continue to hurt myself like this maybe I do get myself into these situations, because I know for a fact that you'll be back out on the street again tomorrow sending yet another guy to the hospital for looking at me the wrong way.  You're a liar! you lie to dad, to mom to your friends, just stop it and maybe people will stick around longer! Just try. ok?

stop crying.  No, no I don’t think you’re a liar. At least not to me. You're my favorite person in this crazy world and I know you'll protect me. You're my big brother.


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