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Make a list of the projects you completed
17-22 8x11” pencil drawing - your hand
31-4 24x36” charcoal drawing - self portrait
7-11 24x36” charcoal drawing - full figure
21-25 8x10” pencil drawing - still life
12x18”  PENCIL drawing - clear bottle
24x36” CHARCOAL drawing - clear bottle
MAKE UP WORK & photo/blog/artist statement

put in the link to your blog to show your work

• http://scienceleadership.org/blog/Lola_Akisnola-s_Bunch_of_Drawings
• http://scienceleadership.org/blog/Lola_Akinsola_Artist_Focus:Pablo_Picasso
  

Make a list of the projects you didn’t complete (if there are any)
8x11' self portrait

Write AT LEAST 5 sentences that describe your work and work ethic for quarter three
My work for quarter three wasn't that good. I tried but I'm not good with art so I just did what I could. My work ethic was fine though. One thing I cold have done differently was taking some things home and doing them to sped up the process. If I had done that I would've had everything done.

look at the assignments for next quarter, quarter 4 and state 2 goals you have for yourself in quarter 4.
1. Get everything done ASAP
2. Don't waist time

In the third quarter of my Art class I was assigned a different drawing every week, and, honestly, I didn't really enjoy it. It was ok, but I rather just draw in my manga every week, but here is what I drew.

The first thing I think I drew in the third quarter was my face in charcoal. It's disproportional and my eyes are girly and big but I'm just proud of the shading.



Then we were assigned to draw our hands from real life. This only made me self conscious of my hands and how old they look. I've been practicing hands for my manga so this was kinda easy. The first one was my hand and my wrist band on, but then I added a tattoo because, why not? The second one is a joke of some making a backwards L and misspelling Loser into Joser. Joser is a good band name, I should keep that in mind.


 



The next assignment wanted us to draw a person in real life, so I drew my friend Natalie. I think this drawing is an insult to her appearance and I hope she doesn't sue me when I post this on a public website. I only like her hair an shading because I get those skills from drawing manga.



The next one is another picture of me smiling my creepy smile of mine, but I guess the bad face compensates for the cool hat. Also I look very tired in this picture and my venom undershirt poking out looks kinda cool.



My next picture is my first clear container, it was a plastic juice pitcher and I probably had the most difficult time with this as I am a perfectionist and I wanted it to be perfect. The picture is anything but perfect.



My last picture is a glass vase with a piece of non edible vegetation inside. The vase nor the non edibility stop me from eating that scrumptious piece of vegetation and draw an ok picture of the vase.

13 April 2011- Well today is my turn to pitch. I am going up against the Washington Nationals at 7:05 in Washington. But from pitching here last year, it felt like I was in Philly. Joe Blanton did well last night, even though he didn't get the win and gave up 6 runs. I know that not everyone is at a Cy-young caliber but I also know that it is still early in the season. However, I do question weather or not it was a smart move to keep Joe B. in for that long after giving up so many. Well, I suppose I go for a run with some of the teammates and prepare for this game tonight.

scroll to the bottom of this doc.  

She had left us with very simple instructions: complete the class work in relative silence while she talked to the teacher next door.  I had no problem with this; I had always been the good child, the one who follows all directions and never got in trouble.  Until this day, when I saw the cockroach. 

It was in the corner of the carpet and caught my eye as I let my eyes wonder from my book.  I screamed. Loudly. Tr. Dianna came running in, expecting to see a student dead or dying. When she realized that I had made such a commotion over a bug, a dead one at that, she decided to teach me a lesson.  Instead of simply giving me a detention, she crafted a more creative punishment.

The next day, I came to her room with a pencil and sheet of paper as she had instructed. She then placed the dead cockroach on the table in front of me and told me to draw it in detail. I spent 15 minutes dissecting the bug with my eyes. I have never been so disgusted in my life. 

So far lilyanne has been having fun playing tag with william and enjoying herself she has yet too come to the small thicket that will play a major role later on in her life . soon she will find that not only that her day will change but so will her life. 

I'll love you till time runs out. 
I'm not a fan of forever, so I'll love you till time runs out is my way of saying I'll love you forever. Time will never run out, no matter what happens. Life keeps going, clocks keep ticking.

Knife fight between three housewives, a middle-aged man with a beard and Mr. Moneybaggs over his over-sized bag of money. (In case you were wondering what happens there.)

Today I had a really ugly job to do... Me and the guy I do construction work with, who is kind of like my dad figure in a way had to put new locks on my doors so my brother doesn't come here... Learning to change a lock was something on my list of things to learn at my job, I just wish I could have learned it in better way than this. Today though I wrote a new poem... it's one of the best I've ever done I think... I'll post it tomorrow. I also got one hundred percent on a math test. I'm really proud of me.

​Español 4: Trabaja en los proyectos. Please check the requirements. I asked the sub not to let any students out of the classroom except to go to the bathroom (one at a time). Please do not ask to work outside of the classroom unless you will be working DIRECTLY outside of the classroom where the sub can see you. (you can show the sub this post)

Español 1:

Please take this time to work on completing the rest of the conjugation packet and any part of the ¿Adónde vas? packet if you haven't finished all parts yet.

Work on assignments for other classes. We are starting a new unit next class.

BTW Did anyone get a response for their Venezuelan ePal?

I miss Jamillll. There is no way I can reach him.

Confession: We've been talking on & off for 4 years.
Confession: I l... him

o.
I made a twitter.
add me @yougot_mir

It was recess and I was standing at the top of the jungle gym, next to the fireman's pole. I should mention that this piece of the set has now been replace, possibly due to my experience with it.  My back was turned towards the 6 foot drop as I talked to my friend, Yvonne.  Today, I don't even remember what were talking about, though I remember the exact moment that she took a step closer to me.  I tend to be a person who likes her personal space.  At that moment, this space had been invaded.  I took a step back to correct it, never realizing that the floor of the jungle gym ended right behind me, until it was too late.  

I fell backwards and landed on my wrist. I couldn't even feel the pain at first; I was more concentrated on the fact that I couldn't seem to get any air in my lungs.  It was the scariest feeling I've ever experienced.  However, once I regained by breath, I realized that my wrist no longer wanted to move.  At the hospital, I found out that I had buckled, not broken, it.  Honestly, the distinction made little difference to me.  I still had to wear a cast for most of the summer and take a shower with a trash bag on my arm.  

I'm still friends with Yvonne, but have never let her forget that she was primarily responsible for my buckled wrist.   

I feel as though the 12 year olds in America can not relate at all to the things the 12 year olds in Peru have to accomplish everyday. American children are lazy and probably haven't even thought of money making unless it's putting change in their piggy bank. For children in Peru, working is not only their only way to survive but also their families way. American 12 year olds usually depend on their parent to buy them what ever they want or to depend on their parent for their personal wants. The children in Peru are their family's provider. They don't even have the choice to think about personal wants because they can't afford anything that is not necessary. If they even live to be 40, I feel as though they would be bitter towards the world because they didn't really have a childhood. Most of them aren't able to obtain and education making it harder for them to succeed in the world so they would probably just think that working 24/7 is the only way to get a little closer to what you need to get by in life.

​http://www.brunette.brucity.be/fond/eandre/3brigands/entree.html

Belgium schools seem just like our schools when I was younger. You wake up your parents take you to school. You see your friends and you play activities all day to make it fun, but also to learn. You get new and creative games in gym class. They play duck duck goose at recess. They also get served lunch by their school. So them and us are pretty mush the same. 

So I am not too fond of the benchmark for this quarter in Storytelling. Mainly because trying to reenact it through social media does not do my story justice. With the way things are going, it is not being represented the way I want it to. It just doesn't feel real enough, and it makes the story sound bad. I really wish that we didn't write the stories before, because the expectations are set to high. I wish that like @MayaEmanuel we would have been able to make a story as we went along. I don't know, though. I kind of wish I could start over and write a different story because I feel as though this is really going to affect my grade negatively.

http://www.brunette.brucity.be/fond/eandre/3brigands/entree.html

Belgium schools seem just like our schools when I was younger. You wake up your parents take you to school. You see your friends and you play activities all day to make it fun, but also to learn. You get new and creative games in gym class. They play duck duck goose at recess. They also get served lunch by their school. So them and us are pretty mush the same. 

http://www.brunette.brucity.be/fond/eandre/3brigands/entree.html

Belgium schools seem just like our schools when I was younger. You wake up your parents take you to school. You see your friends and you play activities all day to make it fun, but also to learn. You get new and creative games in gym class. They play duck duck goose at recess. They also get served lunch by their school. So them and us are pretty mush the same. 

​En clase, nosotros vímos una pelicula, El Bola, sobre el maltrato infantíl. En la pelicula, un niño, se llama Pablo, esta abusa; su papa le azota. Mi proyecto está dos emailes sobre la abusa de Pablo, entre una mujer y un agente de policía.

Estimada Policía,

Me llamo Julia Boyer, vivo en el barrio cerca de su oficina. Tengo cuarenta años y soy una maestra en la Universidad. Estoy escribiendo porque quiero denunciar un problema. Hay un chaval en mi barrio y pienso que su padre le abusa. Miro al niño mucho porque reconozco los indicios de maltratar.Yo entiendo que maltratar infantil es un tema serio y la policía necesita un razón para una investigación. Entonces, escribí una lista de indicios preocupantes para prueba suficiente.

La familia del chaval tiene muchos problemas. Cinco años pasados, su niño se murío en un accidenté del coche. Luego, el chaval, se llama Pablo, nacío. Posiblemente, su padre le azota Pablo porque el extraña su niño. Pero, hay otros indicios de negligencia. Pablo no tiene supervisión adulta; yo veo Pablo en la calle durante escuela y durante la noche. Es obvio que el llega temprano a la escuela y sus padres no tiene un idea. Tambien, el comportamiento emocional de Pablo es un indicio. Por ejemplo, cuando se saludo, siempre está alerta y contesta muy rapido y quietamente. Es como el tiene miedo de su padre todo el tiempo. Finalmente, una día, cuando Pablo estuvo caminando, vi algunos moratónes en sus brazos y su cuello. No se pregunte a que pasa, porque piense que Pablo habré mentido.

El padre es un hombre muy severo. El trabaja en un ferretería y Pablo ayuda con los clientes. No hablo con el mucho; tengo miedo de el, también. Pero algunos tiempos, cuando llego a la ferretería, oí el papa gritando a Pablo. Mucha del tiempo es porque Pablo respondío despacio o porque el respondío con disrespeto. El papa usó palabras malos y intimidó a Pablo.   

Por favor se enfrenta con el papa. Pablo necesita ayudar y tiene tan miedo para preguntar alguien. Es muy preocupante y yo necesito su ayuda a prevenir esta crueldad. Es parte de tu trabajo promover la prevención de abusar. Por favor, me escribe rapido.

Julia Boyer

Estimado Srta Boyer,
    Gracias para su denuncio. La mayoría de personas hacen la vista gorda, tu eres muy valiente para su interés. Desgraciadamente, no somos capaz de detener el padre con su prueba. La realidad es que el niño necesita que confesar. Si tú hablas con Pablo y convences el a confesar, nosotros podemos empezar una investigación.
    Hay preguntas para averiguar la relación entre Pablo y su papa. Un indicio de maltrato es si el padre y el niño consideran que su relación es completamente negativa. Si Pablo dice que no caerse bien con su papa, es un indicio tambien. Por favor, si tu hablas con Pablo, hablar tranquilamente y permitio a Pablo ser cómodo.
    Si sientes comfortable, puedes hablar con el papa. Hay comportamientos si el papa abusa Pablo. Si el demuestra poco interés por su hijo, si niega la existencia de los problemas del niño o si piensa que el niño es por la naturaleza malo, hay mas prueba de maltratar.
    Para mi denuncio oficial, puedes preguntar algunas preguntas:
1) ¿Cuantos personas están en la casa del niño?
2) ¿Cuantos años tiene?
3) Un descripción de su ambiente.
4) Un descripción de su padres: oficinas, edades, descripción físicas...

    Gracias para su ayuda. Es muy importante para nosotros recibimos denuncios como este; sin los, muchos padres continúan someter a sus niños a crueldad.
    Agente Sanchez

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Reflection

My life at 12-years-old was nothing compared to what the children of Bulgaria go through. For the little girl I made up, her life was considered great compared to the other girls in the country. Many girls at that age are married, and have children very young. A lot of children in Bulgaria live in foster homes, and are adopted by Americans or the wealthy of the country. The thing that surprised me the most was the amount of children that are being put up for adoption for many reasons. Whenever I did research for my country, I kept getting things about adoptions agencies, and the steps you must take to adopt a child (which is not very hard in Bulgaria). The thing that didn't surprise me was how many of the children who suffer from malnutrition in the country because their families are poor. In certain cities the citizens are pretty wealthy, but as you move to the more rural areas that begins to change. I think that when most of these kids are 40, they will have great-great-great grandchildren! Most likely they will not be well adjusted enough because they spent most of their childhood as parents. If not that then they probably won't make it to 40.

​She is...

She is someone who is of African American descent. 
She is someone who is tall, almost as tall as I
she is someone who is Light skinned, with Long, dark brown hair
She is someone with big, dark brown eyes
She is someone who has a smile that brightens any room

She is someone who loves animals
She is someone who loves candy
She is someone who can hold her own in a video game tournament
She is someone who can spend her life at sea, she swims that well
She is someone who knows her way around a city, as long as it isn't Philadelphia 

She is someone with her mind in the clouds, only because her dreams are there
She is someone who is willing to go the extra mile for people in spite of herself
She is someone who can deal with the weight of the world because its her nature

She is someone that can keep a smile on her face no matter what the situation

She is someone who has her weak moments, but no one would ever know it.

 

She is someone who I can go to, to talk about anything

She is someone who comforts me and makes me feel like I am special

She is someone who I feel sees the real me, even when I put on a mask for other

She is someone that keeps me going when I can’t think of any other reason to go

She is someone…someone I will forever hold dear to my heart

 

She is…

 

Day In the Life


There a few similarities of a life of a 12 year old Nicaraguan boy to my life as a 12 year old American girl. First comparison is that we both go to school, however his classroom was way smaller than mine and his class size was way bigger than mine. Although Nicaragua is the poorest country in Central America I wasn't surprised to know that 92% of kids go to primary school. I know this because I visited Nicaragua 3 years ago and during the day all the children were in school. While this was expected one thing that did surprise was how little people had healthcare. I figured the working class (which was my 12 year old boy's family)  would have health care; however after I factored in the size of his family and went over some data I came to the conclusion that his family wouldn't be able to afford health insurance.  I think that by age 40 the boy will be working, have 4-5 children who will attend primary school and possibly secondary but might not make it onto college. I think by the time the boy is 40 Nicaragua will have universal healthcare, however the boy and his family still might not have access to adequate healthcare.

I have not slept well in 3 days
I can't breath through my nose
I keep having coughing attacks
I'm on 2 new meds

I'm very tired and I know I got a lot of work ahead of me once I get better...T.T

Talking To The Moon Lyrics

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
My neighbors think
I'm crazy
But they don't understand
You're all I have
You're all I have

Chorus:

At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself

Talking to the Moon
Trying to get to You
In hopes you're on
the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon

I'm feeling like I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say
I've gone mad
Yeah
I've gone mad
But they don't know
what I know

Cause when the
sun goes down
someone's talking back
Yeah
They're talking back

Chorus:
http://www.elyricsworld.com/talking_to_the_moon_lyrics_bruno_mars.html

At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the Moon
Trying to get to You
In hopes you're on
the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon

Ahh Ahh,
Ahh Ahh,

Do you ever hear me calling?
Cause every night
I'm talking to the moon
Still trying to get to you

In hopes you're on
the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away​