For my senior capstone, I decided to focus on the overall high school experience for students. During the process of deciding on a topic, I asked myself what can I provide for the future students of the SLA community based on my four-year experience. Helping others has always been a huge passion of mine, so this was a fantastic idea. I created a short documentary posted you YouTube -- almost like a how to survive high school survival guide -- that highlights the high school experience as a whole amongst many different students, mostly including seniors since they've had the most experience. This short documentary focuses on many serious topics which include mental health, managing a job, social life, time management, what it's like attending a project-based school, relationships, sports, and college. This 'How To Survive High School' Documentary also features many students who give incoming underclassmen specific advice on many different topics that I hope they learn from. Not only does this piece sharpen the idea of high school for the students who enter it, but it also centers on specifically what the Science Leadership Academy community has to offer for its learners. As many people are aware of, SLA is different from many other Philadelphia High schools and with this video, incoming freshmen would have a better idea at what such a unique high school SLA is.

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Capstone Bibliography

Amelia Benamara

Carol, Britni, Adam Jack, Albert, and BritniV. "36 Super Fun Outdoor Party Games." Play.Party.Plan. June 18, 2018. Accessed January 25, 2019. https://www.playpartyplan.com/fun-outdoor-games/.

Not only does this source review the importance of activities amongst adults and students,

but it also gives examples of potential games and activities that a community can participate in such as the football toss and balloon down. It is very helpful in terms of what students, especially teens, need to build community and confidence within themselves. Bringing forth students in a community to especially reflect on their experiences increases their happiness

Community, and Why Is It Important?" The Ikeda Center for Peace, Learning & Dialogue | Cambridge, MA. 2005. Accessed January 25, 2019. https://www.ikedacenter.org/thinkers-themes/themes/community/what-is-community-responses.

The source provides adequate examples of ways to build a community and be a healthy aspect of uniting people together in any form. This adds to the purpose of having the senior class of 2019 come together during the final months of high school to compete against one another in a fun, energy building way. Riché C. Zamor, Executive Director, Professional Services Division Latin American Health Institute summarizes the purpose of having a community and constantly attempting to build the bond stronger amongst one another. This, again, brings a bigger purpose for this project, especially as a graduating class.

"5 Helpful Tips to Calm 9th Grade Nerves." CollegeVine. April 12, 2019. https://blog.collegevine.com/5-helpful-tips-to-calm-9th-grade-nerves/.

The way this website is helpful is because I wanted to begin this project solely based on how nervous my younger brother was about going to high school as a freshman. He was very frightful about managing vigorous high school work and most importantly the freshman year transition. Based on this source, tips are given to middle schoolers who are soon to enter High School which enhanced a few of the pieces of advice included in my documentary.

"Starting High School (for Teens)." KidsHealth. August 2018. https://kidshealth.org/en/teens/starting-high-school.html.

This source focuses on relieving stress in students who are going into High School. This is important to include in this bibliography and in my research as a whole because the message that I want to put out in my documentary is not to stress about things school but rather to look at school as an environment where you can seek help at the same time have fun and make the memories that you will remember years later. Many younger classmen, especially freshman, have the wrong idea going into high school -- that is a false claim and I want to change as many students’ mindsets as a whole through this short documentary.

Is It Common for People to Be Scared to Go into High School? Can You Give Me Some Tips to Survive? https://www.cliffsnotes.com/cliffsnotes/subjects/college/is-it-common-for-people-to-be-scared-to-go-into-high-school-can-you-give-me-some-tips-to-survive.

Much like the other sources listed above, this website gives more tips -- a little more than other sites do -- on how to relieve stress and become for entering High School. This also has positive feedback on what high school has to offer in general if you make the best of it. It also highlights how common it is to be anxious about going to high school, and with good reason. It is also important to consider that here it is said that seniors, while they seem confident now, were all in those similar shoes once before.

"High School and College Student Anxiety: Why the Epidemic?" Psychology Today. https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/resolution-not-conflict/201806/high-school-and-college-student-anxiety-why-the-epidemic.

Throughout this source, information and statistics about high school anxiety are included which makes my argument stronger that students who are entering High School have anxiety as well due to this very cause. Knowing that High School gives you anxiety doesn't get you excited to start and that new environment for that very reason. This also makes my initial reasoning stronger because many kids need the message to be delivered to them that high school is not scary and it is what you make it so going into Highschool with a better and positive attitude will give you better results.

"Login." TeenInk. http://www.teenink.com/opinion/school_college/article/304164/What-High-School-is-All-About/.

Here, Teen Ink explores the idea of the meaning of high school in general in a positive attitude.  As most other sources have proven a lot of students carry on the anxiety of entering High School due to a large amount of stress. However, this source gives adequate feedback on how to avoid bumping heads with stress, especially when I needed to in high school. This website also gives students the confidence of making high school what you want it to be, which is what many students failed to do when starting their journey. This also helps me obtain ideas on how to deliver these important messages to a younger group of children

Partycurrent, |. "27 Totally Silly Party Games for Adults." Partycurrent. March 27, 2014. Accessed January 25, 2019. http://www.partycurrent.com/silly-party-games.html.

This source helps and adequately demonstrate a genuine case of a sorted out arrangement of gear just as give me thoughts of certain hardware that I would need to get in a certain time allotment relying upon what kind of things they are. This site gives 27 instances of exercises or diversions that could possibly be utilized yet it additionally gives connected guidelines for each amusement that are completely clear to the crowds. A clarification is likewise included for every action that demonstrates the quality and how powerful the diversions are to the understudies/individuals that are performing them.

Schaps, Eric. "Creating a School Community." How Student Progress Monitoring Improves

Instruction - Educational Leadership. March 2003. Accessed January 25, 2019. http://www.ascd.org/publications/educational-leadership/mar03/vol60/num06/Creating-a-School-Community.aspx.

When I reviewed this article, I obtained the simple knowledge of things someone can do to bring a community together, especially in setting such as a school. Although specific activities were not mentioned, this source speaks about the importance of organizing events that will bring people together in any form. This adds more meaning to the inquiry questions I proposed to why an event like this should occur, uniting the class of 2019 through any type of activity, especially activities where reflections are included. This piece also stresses the core value of collaboration where it wise to use the resources around you, such as different organizations and teams to plan the events in mind.

Smith, Fran. "Social Networking at Science Leadership Academy." Edutopia. March 22, 2017. Accessed January 25, 2019. https://www.edutopia.org/science-leadership-academy-social-networking.

Fran Smith summarizes the importance of SLA and focuses on the core values that Center around the SLA Community which is a big part of the project that I'm planning to organize in March for the senior class of 2019.  This source is organized in a question-and-answer based style which allows the readers to understand much more about the SLA perspective on projects, events, and student life. Focusing on the main purpose of SLA, even around when it first opened, gives me a direction to go because it separates what I am supposed to focus when it comes to the student body.

Author’s Note:
Margaret Atwood influenced this style of writing which incorporates a mixture of two tenses. Past tense is used when the character is reflecting on the memory with the consistency of present tense when that character is describing the memory tied to her emotions. This shows the importance of that memory even in the character’s present time.  Atwood and Ken Kesey also use short sentences in their writing that get straight to the point — a style I used. This is important in conveying the character’s sentiments but also highlights the main focus points of their memory.

I Disremember You

The sun peeped through the curtains of my room. I feel slight discomfort, almost like I’m forgetting something. The feeling of searching for it without knowing.

The sound of laughter grows between two people.

At age six he taught us to climb trees, exclaimed my mother, barefoot!

Age six repeated in my head. How can she possibly remember such memories? People forget everything before the age three. I don’t have a single full memory even after three.

Mother stood on top of the garden that extended to the lively forest. A fig tree stood tall in front of her wanting to hide the scene. I shifted to the right, there a better view. She knelt down placing her head against the brick surface. She wore a cream-colored sweater, slightly loose jeans and black heeled boots. Her signature look.

I recognize how much has changed as the surrounding environment aged her.

Her locks loosely resting against her back. I wondered if she prepped it at the salon before seeing him. She always had it done. I don’t think today. Yet, it still falls ever so silky. I hear a painful scream escape her mouth.

My mind suddenly became blank. There is no more of that memory left in me. Did I climb over to comfort her?

Do you remember him?

Yes, I do but no I, unfortunately, don’t.

Yes, I tell them.

Days pass as the tissues surrounding her continued to build a tower. The room was nearly empty. White walls enveloped her. How did she spend her days in this terrible room that consumed her all? Her cries echoing from one wall to another. An endless cycle. My father grabbed my hand pulling me to the door. My eyes remained on her figure girdled by thin paper, sheer white sheets, grief, and tears.

The only memories I had closest to him were through her. Today, her eyes still glossy at the mention of his name — only now there’s a glimpse of acceptance. She tells me he did good things for me. If only I remembered the way she did.

Amelia Benamara

Mr. Block

English 3

07 March 2018

One World Per Self

Most of us have felt like we've been invaded by aliens at one time or another. I’m sure it sounds just as crazy to you, as it does to me, but we’re all living multiple lives in a world such as ours. Some might know it, others do not focus on the subject, and the rest simply are not fully aware.

It is more of a performance where you are executing a different self in different environments. Almost like Erving Goffman’s dramaturgical analysis approach which is demonstrated through his book: The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life. It is well known for the use of imagery of the theatre in order to portray the importance of human social interaction. When you're at home, you perform your “family” self, where most are surrounded by family members in a house that contains different rules from the outside world, therefore your mind automatically knows to be more cautious whether it’s with words or responsibilities. When I walk into my home, I have gotten used to instantly speaking my native language to my family members rather than speaking with a certain slang the way I do elsewhere. Almost like a puzzle, our body registers a certain self wherever it might fit based on our surroundings, which we, of course, get comfortable with over a period of time.

On the street, outside of the home, you are surrounded by people who have also have multiple selves hidden under their physical characteristics. The public persona refers to the public image that you attempt to project to others, which in turn interacts with how other people actually see you. Just as you show them a certain self, they do the same to you. This public self is different based on the type of environment, for example, in low or middle-class neighborhoods, you will find personas that use a language known as “street slang.” Some personas also feed habits of addicts who are trapped with the uncontrollable cravings of addiction. However, that is the persona they are showing to the people they are surrounded with.

In school, it might be a mixture of both your indoor and outdoor self. Many schools have different environments, for example, most private schools have strict rules for students to follow, setting a guaranteed path to success for them. Other schools, such as the schools I am familiar with in a city such as Philadelphia. I grew up in South Philadelphia, where neighborhood middle schools weren’t very safe. Many fights broke out daily and teachers didn’t show much care towards teaching the curriculum the best they should. All of these negative components have an effect on students, giving them irrelevant issues to be concerned about when at school, rather than what is more important: their academics. Teachers do very little to encourage students to stay focused on their work. In an environment as such, people might perform a persona that isn’t “real” to their surroundings. This means that they might have their guard up and act like they don’t have much care about their academics, even if those aren’t their true emotions. Once one gets used to trying to fit in by changing many aspects of who they are, they eventually get used to it and it becomes a new self within them. On the other side, in private schools, one’s home persona comes out more than their street self. This is because the strict rules the school sets are on the same scale as the rules parents set at home.

When one is alone, perhaps in a state where they no longer feel the need to wear a different mask for others that surround them, a "true," "private," or "core" self which is not always seen by other people, is shown. This self is consistent with us at all times, even when we do not have access to it. Stephen Mitchell, a New York psychoanalyst, and author, suggests in her book Relational Concepts in Psychoanalysis: An Integration, that all of our selves are true. Some are more private or hidden than others, but that doesn't make them any more reals than those that are visible to the world. Although a true self is most important within the soul, the other different selves serve a very important function, as well. They represent our ability to respond and adapt to different situations and different people. Unfortunately, we begin to suppress some of the selves that get the least response in our lives as we develop into adults. So when these selves suddenly appear, we are taken back and have no idea what to do with them.

At a certain point in life’s growth — mostly during the late teenage years or early adulthood — an individual will notice the multiple personas that exist within them. How do we react to such news? We compare ourselves to others, and often times we wonder if we’re the only ones. Society portrays figures to be “flawless,” where being the heroes, models, singers, actors, and actresses, will be something we cannot accomplish. This is where insecurities play a role as we question our worth of identity. Superheroes are an example of ones who frequently lead double lives - think Superman and Clark Kent, Batman and Bruce Wayne, Spiderman and Peter Parker, and the list goes on. The poem We are Many by Pablo Neruda reads: “All the books I read lionize dazzling hero figures, brimming with self-assurance. I die with envy of them; and, in films where bullets fly on the wind, I am left in envy of the cowboys, left admiring even the horses” (Stanza 5). We pay a huge amount of attention to even the normal things like horses that we get jealous of just because they are in movies and they seem to be living fairytale lives when in reality none of that exists outside someone’s imagination.

Even those who might seem to live perfect lives have more in common with you than you think. Politicians, professional athletes, and actors are all famous for having public and private personas - although these days there's not as much to hide behind as there was before the days of the internet. Everyone, famous or not famous, performs multiple acts, even if it is hard to tell just by looking at them. Remember, if we can hide our true selves well, so can they.

Bibliography

Neruda, Pablo. “We Are Many.” PoemHunter.com, 3 Jan. 2003, www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-many/.

TEDtalksDirector. “Thandie Newton: Embracing otherness, embracing myself.” YouTube, YouTube, 20 July 2011, www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzKBGtf0i0M.

Goffman, Erving. The presentation of self in everyday life. Anchor Books, 2008.

Mitchell, Stephen A. Relational concepts in psychoanalysis: an integration. Harvard University Press, 1995.

My goal for this essay was to use clear language to describe an experience in my life that has influenced my literary identity. What I am proud of in this essay is how much I have opened up about this topic in my life. An area of improvement is to increase my descriptive vocabulary when I write about topics such as this one.

Amelia Benamara

English 3

10 December

Robbed Of My Identity

It was my third day of kindergarten when a woman with dark grey locks extended her gigantic palm to mine at my side before she began to shake it. She was a completely new face to me; I smiled and gladly accepted the gesture, nonetheless. At the time, I was a child of the age six who couldn't speak a single word of English.

“Hy, my nom es Mes Hyd,” she returned the smile.

“Azul! Je m'appelle Amelia,” I enthusiastically responded with a mix of French and Berber. Gloria Anzaldua demonstrates this skill in her infamous story: How To Tame  A Wild Tongue. Anzaldua describes her ability to speak more than one language in a sentence, “I may switch back and forth from English to Spanish in the same sentence or in the same word.”

Observing her gestures, I could tell she introduced herself. She seemed very excited to be meeting me, although I wasn't so sure why. As a toddler, I was always the type who was open to meeting new people no matter where I go. Her anticipation glued to me, as I began to be jumping with excitement ― literally. This lady didn’t intimidate me not one bit. Shortly after her and my parents had a conversation while I roamed the paintings drawn on the hallway's walls, Ms. Hyde grabbed onto my tiny hand and talked as we walked. I couldn’t understand, but I seemed to nod my head and agree with what she was going on about. The teacher leads me to a door with the labels ESOL on it. I was familiar with the letters when I write in French, however, I had absolutely no clue how to pronounce the word. We entered the room and sat across from one another. There were posters with words and drawings all over the walls. The elder woman pulled out a large printed paper with a flower design on it. There were multiple labels surrounding the colorful drawing, each pointing at a specific area. I wasn’t at all familiar with what the letters spelled out, but, I automatically figured out what the labels represented. It was almost like slow motion, where everything in the room was silent but Ms. Hyde’s lips continued to move while she pointed at the labels on the poster. I blocked all of what she was rambling about until her lips stopped moving as she waited for me to answer whatever question she asked.

“Dee farraowen,” I casually responded in Berber.

A smile appeared on her face but it wasn’t that same friendly smile this time. She wanted to let out a laugh but tried hard not to. Although today’s version of me wouldn’t have smiled at that embarrassing response, instead, her laugh was passed on to my face. This strange exchange gave me comfort at the time because I was a kid who knew nothing about people’s reactions. I thought she smiled because she was happy, which made me happy. I was not used to embarrassment and what that was at all.

This experience was almost the same as what happened on my very first day of school. I walked into a classroom full of American kids who I shared the same height, uniform, and excitement with ― the only difference was the language we spoke. Most of the students were talking to one another and making new friends. They used words that my brain didn’t quite register, however, that didn’t stop me from attempting to make friends too. I approached the students and instantly began to speak with a mix of Berber and French. The kids around me laughed and I laughed along. Little did I know, they were laughing at me. Looking back at this moment, I can’t blame them; a classroom of kindergarten students laughing at words that were very unusual to my brain.

Let’s fast forward a few years later in 5th grade, I had spoken English by that time and had proudly graduated from ESOL with an honor roll certificate. Two of the friends I had at the time mentioned that same incident in kindergarten for the first time.

“No one had a clue to what you were saying, it was hilarious,” Ryan could hardly speak due to the laugh attacks he was having.

“I think I even saw Ms. Karacomaza laugh with us!” Brianna nudged Ryan’s arm making him choke on his laugh.

Nothing much changed, they had the same laughs that caused a flush to appear on my cheeks ― this time I felt the embarrassment I should’ve felt five years earlier. I had long forgotten that memory, hoping no one remembered it but they killed that hope I clutched on to.

Now, as the teenager I am, I hardly speak the French language, as well as Arabic. The only language I seemed to have held onto was Berber. Moving to a country such as America, I feel robbed of my origins. I had moved here speaking fluently in three languages at only age six, and now at age sixteen I only speak one of those three. Gloria Anzaldua’s How To Tame A Wild Tongue explains a similar memory with her own Spanish language: “Through lack of practice and not having any others who can speak it, I've lost most of the Pachuco tongue.”

However, not all was misfortune because when I came to Philadelphia I learned a new language, English. I am lucky enough to go to the school I currently attend that gives me opportunities to expand my linguistic knowledge. As a junior in High School, I am taking Spanish classes. Although I am not fluent just yet, I am proud to have this experience. Speaking Spanish in school reminds me of speaking French in Algeria. The Spanish and French language are so incredibly similar that it truly brings back beautiful memories I had as a kid.

I only speak Berber in the house with my family, my parents say it is good to always remember a piece of culture I grew up in. I am afraid to even say a word in public that isn’t English because Berber is a very ancient language that a very small population can speak. When people hear the words, they stare and make unpleasant faces. I prefer to speak it with my family who will not judge the person I grew up as. A stranger can hear me speak, observe my face, but one thing they do not know immediately is my childhood story and what makes me who I am.

Introduction

My goal while writing this paper was to collect my feelings as clear as possible on the paper. It is quite difficult for me to put most of what's inside of me into words to the point where the reader understands and feels the emotions I felt. My hopes for this piece now that it is complete is to receive feedback that will progress my writing for the future. Parts that I am most proud of in my writing include the description level I have reached in the process. As I revised my essay, reading the descriptive language I couldn't believe that it was I who wrote it. It felt great. The areas I can say I need improvement on other than getting better with capturing everything is to find ways to minimize my words and still include all of what I want my essays to have.

My Golden Path

They often say that everything happens for a reason. Bad always happens but later on, it benefits you somehow. Does it really in reality? Do you believe that everything that happens has a cause and an effect to it? You tell me. When was the actual last time something in your life happened for a good reason? When a tragedy happens in my life, I try my best to dig up those words of wisdom hiding deep in my mind to remind myself that it will eventually work out at the end. There is always a path you will find in whatever process you go through. Although people often ignore these sayings, I try to remember them as much as I can, it’s definitely a good way to keep myself going through the darkness surrounding my tunnel. With the time that passes, that dark becomes the light you spy at the end of your path, your path of greatness.

I lay my eyes on it every time I walk through that door, whether it is from school or work, it is there right in front of my soul staring back at me. I tell myself, it is more than just a painting hung up on a cream colored wall. Although it is something I can not exactly read or put into words, it seems to draw my full attention into every portion. The words, words of a kind and words of one and only one. I wish I actually knew what each letter represents, and what each word sounded like, or even what the phrase itself means. Is it even a phrase to begin with? I wish someday to understand the truth behind what it says and what it writes. The golden path the utterance follows gives me hope that I’ll find that it someday. The path to paradise — as they call it. I stare at it and questions rise as high as you are.

I’ll eventually find the answers, but I cannot seem to wait. The day every piece of your creation gets the chance to stare at it in a complete puzzle. For now, it’s  just one in infinity enigma slices to gaze upon and wonder about for as long as I live. Behind the path, written in the most inspiring style, I see darkness. The blackness that represents the confusion of this world. The same confusion I, myself, encounter. It is the murky pool I swim in as I attempt to find land — the golden path of letters on the same painting that is hung on the cream colored wall above me. It reminds me of the dark tunnels I’ve entered in my life, nevertheless it evokes me of that hope I hold onto when I need to find the light in those same tunnels.

One of the few ages I could remember in my childhood was nine. The number that came right before ten, and right after eight. It was my family’s third year living here in the United States. The sun was out bright, preparing to lay down for the rest of its day in the barely cloud filled blue sky, when my father left his workplace. Although my parents worked extremely hard, I remember they’d always make time for both my brother and I. On that same afternoon we decided to take a trip to the park for my bike lessons.

The grass was bright green as the sun spit its illuminating rays onto it. You can hear the screams that children let out as they ran around the entire playground as if it was their only happy place. From afar, I could hear my father give my young brother monkey bar lessons. The ground was a swamp filled with alligators and he was a monkey swinging from vine to vine to get to the opposite side.

“Don’t touch the ground, you are so close!” yelled my dad in our foreign language, Berber.

This seemed more like a happy place for my father than for my five-year-old brother.

I was having the time of my life attempting to accomplish such a skill, a skill of riding a bike which I often noticed with the children around me. We were all so incredibly busy enjoying the time we spent together that we didn’t seem to notice the tiny droplets that once blue sky let down upon us. Soon, all of the water the darkness above us held, was let out. The four of us ran to the nearest shield we could find — the slides. Although the weather was horrible and ruined what was all beautiful around us, the smiles remained on our faces. We laughed as we waited for the storm to pass. Water seized from attacking us and we began to walk home. We chatted along the golden path with the wet and cloudy scenery surrounding us.

With each step, the echo of a fire truck seemed to get closer. My brother made a comment about how ridiculously cool the trucks were and our lips spread even wider as we got closer to home. As soon as we turned the; street, we saw two small crowds both filled with people who looked at one thing and one thing only — our home. The big fire truck that once rushed past us, was stationed right in front of our house. The home we have lived in for our first three years in our new country, where we thought our lives would be much simpler. We, unfortunately, thought wrong, and the sad part is that there is no going back to our homeland. The one place where there was happiness around us no matter the situation.

Every time I seem to visit Algeria, I fall in love with it all over again. I am Algerian. Last time we, as a family, had a chance to walk on our beautiful grounds again was the summer that recently passed. We usually stay a month and I will admit that will never be enough. That experience was so incredibly memorable because it was my first time having to attend a traditional marriage since my toddler days. There were all types of beautiful traditional dresses, artifacts, food recipes, as well as actions that each have a meaning behind them.

As a whole, it was so astonishingly prepossessing and it was exactly what we needed after years of complicated obstacles my family faced in America. It made me think about my future and how special I’d want my wedding to be with the roots of where I came from. What an alluring sight it was to watch my family whom I haven’t ever met dance in the middle of the ballroom as more members around them clapped in pride. I hope to one day come back to the place that raises every last bit of happiness stored inside me, to experience all of the traditional pieces of art I grew up admiring. All of the contributions built who I am, and will continue to build me even being across the ocean.  

No matter how far I am I will never forget the family I have back home, along with the culture I grew up learning. Some may ask, haven't you spent ten years of your life in America, and only five in Algeria? Of course, I have lived here for most of my life, but I am incredibly fortunate to have the opportunity to continue to visit my country. Notwithstanding the fact that Algeria is the art in myself that brings me pure and utter joy, it also gives me limitation to live my life the best I could here in America because after all that is the path that has been chosen for me, and I know it’ll lead to great things.  No matter how bumpy it might be, it’ll always be golden.

Una vez, una mujer en la gente de la aldea de Yorobia, que se llamada Oshun. Ella dio luz a dos gemelos, el Ibeji. Todo el pueblo la miró como una bruja, porque solamente los animales tienen más de un niño. Temprano por  la mañana, Oshun llevó agua desde el estanque, cuando ella cayó al suelo. Los ancianos llegaron y la llevaron debajo de un árbol de cerezas. El único árbol que hay. Se utilizó una hoja de plátano para cubrirla. Uno de los ancianos estaban ayudando. Oshun estaba una viuda, no se sabía cómo murió su marido. Mucha de la gente del pueblo la miró como el diablo, quien lleva la vida de su marido. De repente un grito, los ancianos gritaban es un niño. "Allí hay otro", "Qué clase de brujería" "Es el diablo" " qué qué", eran los únicos que se oían de la gente alrededor. Salió el segundo bebé. Oshún puesto manteniendo a sus dos bebés, mientras la gente había rechazar, le tiró basura. Todo el pueblo miró a ella como una bruja, porque solamente los animales tienen más de un niño.

Debido a esto, Oshun dejó a los gemelos porque ella era una "mala persona". Oshun se quedó allí sin nada que comer pero la suciedad. Allí, nadie ella dejó a los bebés a morir con los animales. Entonces un día, Oyá la Orisha Guerrera vino en la cubierta como una persona común y desconocida. Oyá vio que Oshún tenía dónde ir aprovechó Oshún, la gente de la ciudad lanzó basura otra vez. Esto se convirtió en diario, Oyá vio pero no pudo hacer nada sino esperar a cambio. Un día pasó, y el ibeji casi fue golpeado en un accidente.

PARTE DOS

El mercado italiano es un lugar muy popular en el sur de Filadelfia. Al principio ni siquiera se llamaba el mercado italiano. Se llamó "9th Street Market" hasta la década de 1940, pero me referiré a ella como el mercado italiano. El mercado italiano es un gran lugar para la producción, la carne, la fruta, y el etc. El mercado italiano comenzó como un lugar donde los inmigrantes pudieron settle. Durante la década de 1880 un italiano llamado Antonio Palumbo abrió una pensión donde los italianos podían quedarse. Durante ese tiempo, la gente que se movía allí comenzó a abrir empresas italianas debido a la creciente población de italianos que se estaban moviendo allí. En los años 1900, más de 70.000 inmigrantes ya se habían mudado allí. Más gente asiática y mexicana empezó a inmigrar al mercado italiano, y debido a eso más empresas asiáticas y mexicanas también comenzaron a abrirse. Después de eso, el mercado italiano se hizo menos italiano y más diverso. Lo más irónico del mercado italiano es que cuando William Penn planeó la ciudad de Filadelfia, ni siquiera tenía esta área en sus planes. Pero terminó siendo una de las mayores atracciones turísticas y Filadelfia y también dio un impulso a la economía de la ciudad. En los últimos años del mercado han comenzado a organizar una feria anual que atrae a gente de toda la ciudad. De esto, yo diría que el mercado italiano es probablemente la comunidad más diversa de Filadelfia.

I made the slide look the way it does because I wanted to have a clear, beautiful cooking background that is very colorful. The colors that are in the picture also symbolizes happiness and passion about cooking, which the quote talks about. Colors with a heavy amount of contrast provide a lot of flexibility with text, backgrounds, and objects around the power point. This was influenced by the major love I described for cooking and how much of a passion it is to me, in the Me Magazine. I think this was a good way to present the board because I feel that the audience will connect with the quote mostly, because everyone has a passion that would colorize themselves and make them happy in any way, such as cooking does for me.

Soy Amelia

A menudo, soy

fuerte y ambiciosa

A veces, me encanta cantar

No soy ni violenta

ni codiciosa

Soy…

¡YO!