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So for the past week I have been applying to jobs because I felt that I would need something to do until the Summer. After a few days with no replies, I decided to give up. On Sunday I began to make a list of all the local stores around my way that were hiring, my list narrowed down to Staples and Target. After applying on Sunday, I didn't expect to get a call back from either, in fact I didn't. Today for some reason I felt like I should call one of the stores to check on my application. I decided to call the store closer to my home, Staples. While on the phone, I asked for the manager, he asked for my name, but he couldn't find my application. After five minutes or so he figured out that he was looking for "DaPonte" instead of "DaVonte", once he found my application he asked me a few questions about my school. Then to my surprise he said, "How would you like to come tomorrow for an interview?".  My instant response was of course. Then he said, "See you tomorrow at 5...". 

So today I received some of the best news while in school. I received an email to my cellphone which read "FWD: Emma Bowen". About several months ago I'd applied to an paid internship/scholarship, where I would work at a television station: NBC, CBS, ABC, HBO, Comcast, or A&E every summer until I graduate from college. The paid internship would also give me $10,000 a year for college. While in college I plan on majoring in Broadcasting, and something else along the lines of digital media, so this internship would be perfect. Well, today when I received the email, I expected to read a paragraph telling me that I should apply again next year. But to my surprise, the email read: Congratulations! You have been selected for a phone interview on Saturday , April 16^th@ 9:30am. "

​Aqui es un video sobre Maltrato Infantil: Por Cody Nichols y Ashley Melendez
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Is there meaning in the words I never say?

Do they have to be spoken to matter at all

I mean, you’re the one I think about all day

But there is always this damn wall in the way

 

It might seem like I’m a slow typer

But maybe I just delete what I was gonna say

Sometimes, I tend to get too hyper

Carried away with this feeling, how I feel for you

 

And there is always something wrong with me

I can write, but hell I can’t sing

But you say to let it be

But sometimes, I know your lying

 

 

Is there meaning in the words I never say?

Do they have to be spoken to matter at all

I mean, you’re the one I think about all day

But there is always this damn wall in the way

 

When you say its nothing

And I know Its something

When I say I want to be there for you

And you don’t need my help

What am I supposed to do

 

We have the kind of love that makes people puke

But when we have a disagreement its like a nuke  

And I don’t want to fight at all

So here I am, trying to break this wall

 

And I may have words, I don’t say

And that wont change, not ever, not today

But I’ll still fight forever for you

 

 

 

Is there meaning in the words I never say?

Do they have to be spoken to matter at all

I mean, you’re the one I think about all day

But there is always this damn wall in the way

 

Always, this damn wall

 

Here are two wanted posters made by me looking for two characters in the movie "El Bola". These posters refer to the child abuse in the movie. Asking the viewer if they have seen either of these people, so that they can be found and saved or brought into custody.

So it's crazy. I was just sitting here in my E Band class thinking okay I think I will be okay. I'm caught up on everything. And I don't think I missing anything from none of my classes. I'm sitting here each class passing through my mind so I can think about whether or not I'm missing something or have anything I need to make up. The name Mr. Chase pops into my head and the word DAMN! comes out of my mouth. It just hit me that I forgot all about writing my daily stories and I start to shake my head. I just say to myself "Let's get it together Deja". Now here I am trying to get back on track with that.

I still can't find shoes.

I have been slacking on my capstone more than ever. My free time during spring break will be dedicated to it.

My host is just like me! I can't wait to step foot on that campus.

-Woke up
-Got dressed
- Morning commute with mom
- Went to bakery
- Arrived at school
- Socialized
- Finished work for Urban Ecology
-Socialized
- Finished class work for globalization
- Socialized
- Read some funny stories
- Socialized
-Thought about studying for math quiz
- Cat nap
- Just failed math quiz

My puppy is so overprotective of my nephew. Last night I finally put my nephew to sleep and he has a cold so it was a little hard for him to breathe he snored a little. Every time he snored my puppy barked which woke him up. I would put him back to sleep then my puppy did it again. We went the whole night playing this game.

When waiting for a package or UPS, whenever a truck passes my house I run outside or to the window.

10th Graders have been working with Kate McGrath from Philadelphia Young Playwrights on a five month playwrighting project. During this time students researched Enlightenment Philosophers and investigated the evolution of ideas of human rights. Then students choose an issue and a location to focus on. They researched and began crafting monologues that focused on one or more of our essential questions:

1) How do people find hope in the face of struggle?
2) How do people find ways to resist power?
3) How does individual change happen?

Throughout the winter students wrote, revised, heard their work out loud, got feedback, wrote, revised, heard their work out loud, got feedback…

The finished plays are the product of many, many hours of hard work.

See the completed plays and videos by clicking here.

This whole process could not have succeeded without the tireless efforts of Kate McGrath, play advisor extraordinaire. Thanks Kate!

​I get to experience it for a weekend.

I described the day of a 12 year old from Brazil here 

Descripción: 
Esto PSA se trata de maltrato infantil. Es para la prevención de abusa en Filadelfia. Puede informar las personas de Filadelfia sobre maltrato infantil y sus indicios. Espero que te gustes y aprendas mucho! 


Vocabulario: 
1. El maltrato infantil = child abuse
2. Hacer la vista gorda = turn the blind eye
3. Denunciar = to report
4. Prevenir = to prevent
5. Reconocer los indicios = recognize the signs
6. Pegar/azotar = to hit/beat
7. Ser capaz de = to be capable of
8. La ley = law
9. El comportamiento = behavior
10. El moratón = bruise
11. La crueldad = cruelty
12. Promover la prevención de = promote the prevention of 
13. Maltratar/Abusar = to abuse
14. La negligencia = neglect 
15. Preocupante = disturbing

Mi Tres Editores
- Don Marcos
- Iraida Serrano
- Kim Robbins (mi tía)


Escritura 

Bibliografía 

http://www.philadelphiaweekly.com/news-and-opinion/In-Philly-More-Safe-Spaces-for-Child-Abuse-Victims.html

http://www.philly.com/philly/news/special_packages/inquirer/child_welfare/Child-abuse_cases_in_Philadelphia.html?c=r

http://dhs.phila.gov/dhsphilagovp.nsf/Content/HowDoI-ReportChildAbuseNeglect

http://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2011/02/11/philadelphia-child-advocates-pitch-for-funding-for-abuse-victims/

http://paphiladelphia.nationalchildrensalliance.org/index.php?s=5346

http://www.advokid.org/abuse.asp

http://www.childhelp.org/pages/statistics

http://www.findcounseling.com/journal/child-abuse/child-abuse-effects.html

http://www.childwelfare.gov/pubs/factsheets/signs.cfm

http://helpguide.org/mental/child_abuse_physical_emotional_sexual_neglect.htm

Video:  

I don't have much of a story to tell. I'm too sick to really think of anything.....

I really gotta stop daydreaming it gets to the point that where sometimes i have to snap myself out of it and go what just happened?

I was sitting in my kindergarten classroom watching a movie with my class and I found a gummy bear on the floor. In my 5 year old mind, since I couldn't have more than the one if I were to eat it, then hell, I might as well stick it into my nose. I did so, giggling, amused at my own silly antics.

But when I tried to take it out, I found that I could not-- my attempts to pull it out only pushed it farther into my nasal cavity! Soon enough, it had disappeared into what I could only imagine was my brain.

I never saw that gummy bear ever again.

I love Italian food.  Tonight, my family and I are going to Olive Garden for my mom's birthday.  This is my favorite dish:

The Five Cheese Ziti Al Forno.

mmmmmmm. :D