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Sick

Posted by Zachary Walls in Storytelling - Chase on
​"This just in! we are getting a news update from the studio, being sick sucks." There is nothing cool about it, when you miss school your too sick to enjoy your day off anyway, and you feel horrible the entire day. I bring this up because I spent yesterday and a good portion of today in bed crying, and coughing there was much coughing. 

Never ending cycles

Posted by Robert Glynn in Storytelling - Chase on
​Once upon a time, there was a boy who was easily entertained by the internet. He would wake up in the morning and go on the internet. He would stay glued to the screen until he was hungry. After a quick breakfast it was time to go back on the internet. This cycle was repeated the entire day: internet then food then internet then food, until it was dark outside. Then he realized he had responsibilities that needed to be fulfilled, chores that needed to be done, and homework that needed to be completed. He decided that, while important, these things could wait. So he went back to the internet, a very comfortable place, until he could no longer keep his eyes open. He woke up the next morning and relived the previous day. 

What a great life.

3 Inches of Snow

Posted by Oscar Holton in Storytelling - Chase on
My alarm went off at six-o-clock playing Goodmorning by Kanye West from my ipod dock. I woke up a took my ipod touch off the dock. I touched the facebook app to see my new notifications. As I looked at my feeds I seen people statuses saying that there was no school today. I turned my ipod off, and stared at my melon painted wall for a couple seconds just to fall back into bed and drift to sleep.

"Racial Boundries" By Callie Monroe

Posted by Callie Monroe in English 2 - Pahomov on
For my podcast I interviewed my grandfather and my mother about experiences they have had regarding their race. Both of them have a very pale complexion but are ethnically black. I wanted to see what it was like growing up in their shoes and if their racial experiences differed because of the time periods in which they grew up. 




Poppy Interview
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Poppy Interview

Him

Posted by Jennifer Albright in Storytelling - Chase on
She wanted Him, he wanted some other girl.
She thinks about Him all of the time, she wants Him more than anything, so she wastes her time on distractions.
She liked a boy named Michael and he liked her too. Too bad too late she found he had a girlfriend that wasn't her. Not that it mattered because even in her most flirtatious times she thought of Him not Michael.
She moved along, still liking Mike but knowing it would never work.
She liked a boy named Billy.
Billy was nice, single and lied a lot. She ignored it for a while. She still missed Him anyway, so what was a few lies, disappointments, and broken promises? Nothing.
She decided he was a distraction she was better off forgetting because she had enough pain to deal with without Billy.
She stopped everything.
She severed her connection with Billy, who really only wanted a relationship and not a friendship.
She finally got a hold of Him and found that he had always been thinking of her, dreaming of her, and loving her for as long as she loved Him. But it would never be enough, it never had been.

Relationship between power and language #4

Posted by Emma Connell in Storytelling - Chase on
Unfortunately my message didn't get across to others. When I got more comfortable with my speech I dared to say longer sentences and talk more but I still stumbled across words and would sound dumb.  When a group of people came to inspect our school I was one of the students chosen to talk to them.  We had an intelligent conversation about parenting of today's world and physhcology. our chat went smoothly, but right after I stepped out of the room my friends who sat close by said I sounded dumb even though I was saying smart things.  I was devastated. I had just started talking more and gaining confidence in my speech but i was smothered the instance my friends told I sounded dumb.  There wasn't much I could do but just keep on talking; it was the only way I would get better.  Days, weeks, and months went by and each day my lisp would fade away more and more, until I reached a point were my lisp was barely noticeable.  When I look back at my experience I realize how much power my voice gave me. I used it to win arguments, to express myself, and to show who I am. When I'd stopped talking as much because I got made fun of or sounded dumb a piece of my dignity was lost.  I let my power be swept away. This meant I lost my arguments, my self-expression was lost, and people didn't see who I was as much.  Although there were sometimes when I stumbled across words and be teased I learned that the only thing to do was to talk more therefore making my speech better. 

" How Religion Affects the High-school Experience " by Winston Wright

Posted by Winston Wright in English 2 - Pahomov on
​So when someone mentions something so personal as religion, it is obviously known that people can become easily offended. It is not often that religion causes commotion between young people (at least in America...) but sometimes it happens.! In this podcast you will find some mind bottling interview, and one story (that's right ONE story, only one). 
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 Winston W. Wright
Religions in Highschool Podcast- WInston wright

Re-write the first page of a book

Posted by Bethany Knibbe in Storytelling - Chase on
So I decided to do Pride and Prejudice (probably my favorite book in the whole world :] ).

Everybody knows that a rich single guy wants to get married. So if one of these guys moves into a neighborhood, the families living nearby usually consider this poor guy the rightful property of their daughter.

"Honey," Mr. Bennet's wife said to him one day, "did you hear- somebody's finally rented out Netherfield Park!" 

Mr. Bennet answered that no, he hadn't heard.

"It's true!" she said, "Mrs. Long was just here and she told me all about it."

Mr. Bennet took another sip of his soda.

"Don't you want to know who's renting it?" whined Mrs. Bennet.

"Well you obviously want to tell me so go ahead."

Mr. Bennet's reply was just the amount of prodding his wife needed, and she went on.

"Okay, so Mrs. Long told me that Netherfield was just rented by this rich young guy from Northern England. He came down on monday in a fancy car to see the place and he loved it so much that he agreed with Mr. Morris that very day. He's going to move in by Michaelmas, and some of his servants are going to be here by the end of next week!"

"What's his name?"

"Bingley."

"Is he married or single?"

"Oh, he's single all right! A single man with a large fortune; four or five thousand a year. Oh, what a wonderful thing for our girls…" Mrs. Bennet smiled excitedly.

"How so? What does he have to do with them?"

"Oh honey," his wife answered, "how can you be so stupid! Obviously I mean that he should marry one of them."

"Oh, is that why he moved here?" Mr. Bennet replied sarcastically.

It's Hair Again

Posted by Lenea Harris in Storytelling - Chase on
My birthday is in a week. On my birthday last year, I got my hair cut because it was severely damaged and broken off. For the past few weeks, I've been dealing with my severely damaged and broken off hair. Maybe it's a seasonal thing. I'm not cutting it all off again. Or maybe I will. I just want to grow it back out the right way... again. 

So Contagious

Posted by Rachel Patterson in Storytelling - Chase on
There once was this band that I absolutely LOVED.  They were known as "Acceptance".  A few years ago, the band decided to split up and go their separate ways.  Most of the previous members went off to join other bands that were not nearly as good as "Acceptance".  I was really shocked and upset to hear the news of the band's break-up.  However, their music still lives on.  My favorite song is still "So Contagious" from their album, "Phantoms".

Click here to listen!


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Snow day!

Posted by Taylor Valentine in Storytelling - Chase on
​You open your eyes and curse your alarm clock.  You wipe the crust from your eyes and the drool from your cheek.  It's a Tuesday morning, but might as well be Monday.  Your eyes sting as you turn towards the blinding white light streaming in from your window.  You put your bare feet on the icy wood floor and grope your way, half-blind, to your computer.  You type in the school district's website. 

Hallelujah! Snow day!

You collapse back into bed.   

Promises Promises

Posted by Andre Serrano in Storytelling - Chase on
“Never let go.” “I won’t, promise.”

Jerry Springer: Based on Antigone

Posted by Katherine Roman in Storytelling - Chase on

Script:


Entrance:
Guest is sitting on stage in a chair; audience applauding and yelling “Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!”

Jerry: Hello everyone! Lets welcome today’s guest Paul. (audience applauds)
Paul is here because he has two shocking secret to revile to his two sisters Antiqua and Isabella.
Paul.. what’s up? What is the shocking secret?

Paul: Well Jerry, let me start off by saying that i love my sisters to death, and I would never do anything to intentionally or deliberately hurt them. My “mother” and I were going to tell them together but she passed away a few days ago. I know it may seem too sudden to tell them this big secret.. It’s more like a confession really.. But I’m here to tell my sisters that not only am I their brother, I’m also their biological father.

(audience screaming “ohhhhhh”)

Jerry:WOW! So.. explain this, how I mean I know how (audience laughs) but no seriously, this is big stuff.. When did you and your mom.. start.. you know..


Paul: Jerry; I know how it sounds.. But it just happened I didn’t know she was my mom when I got with her. I don’t expect anyone to understand but it wasn’t intentional, I would never intentionally sleep with my own mother, i mean really come on how does that sound...

Jerry: Well how does what your telling me sound.. ( audience laughs)
Well Paul your sisters are backstage, so they heard everything you just said.
Everyone welcome Paul’s sisters, Antiqua and Isabella!
(audience cheers)

Entrance:
Antiqua comes in yelling  and screaming obvious dissatisfied with the information she just heard; Isabella follows behind her more collected and understanding.

Antiqua: What the Fuck is going on!!!? When did this happen!? Like, what is this! MOM! mom though Paul your nasty Ugh this is crazy!

Isabella: Antiqua relax, let him talk..

Antiqua: Let him talk!? He said enough did you not just hear what I heard? All these years we haven’t  had a father and now Paul our Brother wanna tell us some shit like this No!

Paul: Ann I’m sorry! Just let me try to explain myself, it’s not what it sounds like.
*trying to reach for her shoulder

Antiqua: What could you possibly say to make this any less disgusting!? Are you my brother or my father!? Only one, you can only be one Paul! oh my God!!!

Paul: I didn't tell you guys because I myself didn't know that she and I was related, let along mother and son.

Antiqua:  You know what I really don’t care if you knew or not! The point is you have known for so long and you kept it from me! from us! NO It’s unacceptable! And on top of everything you embarrassing me in on national Tv! I’m done! I don’t wanna be part of this! None of it!

Isabella:  Paul; please try to explain yourself, I can see where your coming from Ann but really we need to know the truth so Paul go ahead..

Paul: Please just hear me out I just found out recently right before my wife/mom committed suicide.

Jerry: So let me get this straight, you saying that, you are their brother and their father, and you were going to tell them with your mom slash wife then she committed suicide?
Wow this might be more then the Jerry show can handle (audience laughs)..
Why didn’t you both tell them earlier, why now?

Paul: Jerry they need a father figure in their lives, since my wife/mom dies they have been depressed and I think i need to step up and be more for  them, they deserve it.
I just want to clarify to them that I didn’t do this knowingly, I would have tried to avoid it by all means if i knew. Sometimes you just find yourself in irreversible situations that you have no choice but to accept and embrace as a part of life.

Jerry: Isabella; you seem really quiet over there, what’s on your mind, whats your take on this situation?

Isabella: Jerry I really don’t know what to think. Obviously I’m not pleased with what I am finding out but I’m not going to be mad at it forever, like Paul said sometimes we just have to accept and embrace irreversible situations as a part of life..I just see it as I already lost my mother. I won’t loose another family member.

Antiqua: Are you kidding me Isabella!? He slept with our mother! They both lied to us! It’s-

Paul: Actually mom didn’t know I was her son.... *tearing up
please forgive me
* taking a breather turning away

Jerry: Paul what else do you need to tell your family?

Paul: Ann, Isabella, Let me just tell you the full story, try to understand and just hear me out; when I was born I was given away because of a curse that was put on my mother while she was pregnant with me.  It was said that I would kill my father and marry my own mother. I heard about it later while I was living with my new family.. I tried to run away so that it wouldn’t come true. I ended up running away to my real family instead, and without knowing the curse was fulfilled..

Antiqua: That sounds like such Bull shit! How do you expect anyone to believe that!?
And that still does not explain how mom didn’t know!

Paul: That’s why she killed herself OK!!     *crying
She killed herself when she found out I was her son!
Ann you have to believe that we would never do this knowingly!
I just wanted to come clean so that it was out in the open, I really want to be more then a brother to you girls or at least let you both know that I’m always going to be here for the both of you regardless of what happens.


Antiqua: You know what, I don’t even know what to make of any of this... I’m so hurt, I feel so deceived and lied to; point is I don’t think there is an explanation in the world to justify what happened. I mean I heard his story but I can’t accept this. I really can’t it’s just wrong and I wont have it. I don’t want to be part of this family, I’m don’t with him and her, she knows what happened she hears what he is saying and is still okay with it.

Isabella: Ann you can think what you want but I think he’s telling the truth. And everyone deserves a second chance, you can go your way and think what you want, but I’m okay with Paul being my brother and my dad.

Jerry: Well it’s almost time to end this episode is there anything you want to tell your sisters before we go?

Paul: I guess i lost a sister and gained a daughter today. I’m just glad the truth is out and they both know. I love them regardless of anything.

Jerry: That concludes today’s episode of; “ The division between daddy and daughter!


Jerry’s Final Thought:


As we conclude this segment, we should all keep in mind that the unexpected is to be expected. Sometimes things happen that are out of your control that you can either accept or reject; but none the less you have a choice. We realize there are different types of people in the world and some people are unchangeable. They believe in one thing and stick to it; even if it means sacrificing those they love. Others go through life forgiving and forgetting, moving on from a lie or their past and simply moving forward. What we have encountered today was something that could have innocently happened to anyone of us, so don’t be so quick to judge and just think, “what if it happened to me?”

Tune in tomorrow for “My sister is a He!” thank you all and goodnight!

Undignified

Posted by Anonymous in Storytelling - Chase on
 

Undignified

Not a person; but a gender.

Not an Identity but a Role.

Not a chance But a destiny.

Not an Option or a Goal.

 Most of us have no choice but to abide by our doctrine rules.

Immortal and Irreligious is what my parents consider the development of my mind.

To be educated is a privilege; and I am not of that standard.

I am a woman.

I have a duty.

I have a planned future to marry and care.

The works of my womb will be the only identity I have to define who I am.

I am a woman.

My skirt and vale make me inferior.

I see the boys with their new uniforms in the morning while I make my baba tea.

I ponder on what it is that happens in these places.

What they learn.

What they read.

What they speak about.

I wonder what it would be like to be there; but after a second the guilt of my thoughts haunt me as I ask Allah for forgiveness and thank him again for my life.

I don’t have the right to desire something I have never had.

I will marry and be a wife.

I will please my husband and keep my mind young and naïve.

My skirt and vale make me inferior.

What grows in my womb makes me a woman.

My age says I’m a child.

My mind is ignorant to anything I am not permitted to learn.

Not a person; but a gender.

Not an Identity but a Role.

Not a chance But a destiny.

Not an Option or a Goal.

Just a woman.