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Advanced Essay #4 : A Cold Night
I had just gotten off the bus at Phil Ellena street, I was traveling home from school and it was around 7:00 at night. It was cold, dark and damp from the rain that drenched the city earlier in the day The only thing I had on my mind was getting home and starting my homework. The streets lights were on but in reality it wasn’t nearly enough light for me to feel safe on to travel 5 blocks. 5 blocks may seem short but those blocks were long and in the cold they seemed even longer with the few set of eyes staring at me from across the street. The bus pulled off and I started to cross the street heading towards the corner store. There were always guys plastered in front of the store, probably selling drugs or doing some other mischievous act but they always watch me as soon as I get off the bus and usually I’m not intimidated by it but tonight was different.
Walking past the group guys, I made eye contact with the creepiest one. I looked him from his feet up to his head taking in every detail of his appearance. He was a big buff black guy, with a fitted cap on his head. He had a diamond earring in his ear which was gleaming due to the radiance off of the streetlight. His left hand was deep into the pocket of his jeans and his pants hung low. I was a tad bit afraid because he tried to hit on me once in the store. The moment I caught eye contact I suppose he thought it was his moment to attack. He started calling for me and of course I ignored the first few calls but as he kept calling they seemed to get more and more intense. “You should smile sometimes.” “You have a nice body.” “I be seeing you around girl.” I kept trying to ignore him until his final words to me were “Fuck you too bitch, you ugly anyway.” I almost yelled at him, to say something derogatory back but I realized it probably wasn’t the best thing to do so I just walked away. But why? Shouldn’t I have stuck up for myself or something. Who is he to degrade me like that?
I’ve been facing my whole life like this, that this is the life of a woman. Men who feel as if it is in their power to sexualize you, harass you and make you feel worthless when you don’t agree. I thought women were supposed to be idolized as queen and the bearer of life. I believed that they should be respected and almost put on a pedestal to show how worthy they are but men who are born from a woman’s womb still find a way to disrespect us. Is catcalling, street harassment and the degradation of women considered violence? Yes. It makes women feel vulnerable , neglected, unsafe and attacked.
Going through these experiences, I realized violence falls a lot heavier on women and it is usually implemented by men. Each year over 51% of women which is above the national majority experience partner violence or sexual assault in 2012. In 2003, 119 women died as a result of physical violence in the workplace. 1 in 5 women compared to 1 in 71 men are victims of sexual violence or will become victims of sexual violence in their lifetime and this number has not gone down. We are suppose to honor and protect women, not beat them down with hatred,violence and discrimination. We as a community, not only men but also women need to stand together and demand equal rights and safety to women at home, in public and at their homes. It is our duty as a community and as a nation to provide respect for all women of all shapes and ethnicities.
Sources:
"Facts About Abuse." Facts About Abuse | Abused Women's Aid in Crisis. Abused Womens Aid's In Crisis, n.d. Web. 23 Mar. 2017.
"Violence Against Women In The Workplace." AFL-CIO. N.p., n.d. Web. 23 Mar. 2017.
Podcast
My goals for this podcast was to just explore new ideas and to get a different concept on people’s lives and why they did the things that they did. The actual interview process went well, I got a lot of insight about his life and he opened up to me about things he hadn’t before. I struggled with putting the actual podcast together and I felt like the way I structured it was wrong but I suppose it’s not that bad. Overall I learned that there’s so much to take from each and every experience and that life is what you make it.
Break Down the Norms
Introduction
Going into this essay I wanted to get across one point and that point was we as people do not have to live according to other people's standards and that there is always a way to make a new lane. I think I was able to get that point across along with other points which exposed identity and more. I think I did a good job brainstorming this idea and creating my larger idea and also finding examples to further express and prove my point.
Essay
“It’s brought.” she stated. I was mid sentence when my grandmother corrected my speech. Confused and a little annoyed, I faced her and asked her “Why is it so important that I say that if I’m having an informal conversation?” I mean, I understood she was a former English teacher but everyone has a different type of speech when they’re around different people. “It’s just proper English.” Proper English? What exactly does this mean? I started to wonder if proper English was a standard that everyone she encountered had to meet. I’m sure my assumption as to what proper English is may be differ from what proper English may be to her. Although I challenged her thoughts, I followed suit. But why?
Society is an aggregate of people living together in a more or less ordered community and the status quo is often influenced by societal norms and standards. But, who sets social standard and what is considered a social standard? Standards are often set by the mindsets of those who are dominate and have the ability to convince people to follow this one path in life. This path not only marginalizes people but it narrows the ability for people to act or portray themselves a certain way. But on the other hand, we have this thing called free will and self identity and this gives us the power to do what we want and be who we want to be. We are all unique for certain reasons, whether it’s our race/ethnicity, religion, sexuality, physical appearance or our personalities. Unfortunately, self identity will always be challenged and picked on by this bully portrayed as society.
Depending on what role you play within the public, your identity has to match it. A good example of this would be President Obama. As a prior president and leader to our nation he has had to carry himself in a very prestigious, sophisticated manner but according to others, very assertive and “angry” as well. Keli Goff , an American journalist known for being a political commentator during the 2008 election expresses her feelings on Obama’s lack of an angry appearance. “President Obama received so much criticism for failing to appear angry enough about the Gulf spill. Well when you’re a president it’s often a case of damned if you do, damned if you don’t. “ she then went on to talk about the many angry black male stereotypes that could follow suit. This is a perfect example of how a set identity in society clashes with personal self identity.
LGBTQ community members face this bully like society every single day. An article published by The Atlantic reviews transgenders facing a crisis with using public restrooms and quoting the author Emma Green, “They’re objections to what people are, which isn’t tied to any particular act.” Transgender people experience enough identity clashes throughout their time of life. From the moment they realize they aren’t fit for the gender they were given at birth and up to the actual change. When approached with situations like this, situations where society feels as if you are still associated with the gender you were given at birth , you start to no longer feel accepted into what you thought you’ve finally became a part of. And it’s not because of who you are, it’s because of what society is and how society wants you to be.
The fortunate part about this is that you can pioneer a new train of thought. Not everyone has to be subjected to living in the margins of others social standards. There are people who completely dismiss the set lane and make their own. For example, Lady Gaga, Madonna and Stevie Nicks all created their own style. Lady Gaga’s 2010 MTV ceremony Meat Dress is still one of the most famous, out of the box looks down by any celebrity who walked the red carpet. Her dress was so remarkable that it was taken and preserved in the “Women Who Rock” exhibition in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Now, we can’t all be Lady Gaga or Madonna or Stevie Nicks but we can be ourselves. After that car ride with my grandma I realized we were put here to challenge social norms and to set higher standards. Brought may be proper English, but in my community so is the word “jawn”. To some people, transgenders surely should go to the bathroom that was designated for their birth gender but in their community a bathroom is just a bathroom and maybe Obama isn’t to angry for your liking but he says “Change requires more than righteous anger.” Social barriers were meant to be broken, let’s be the ones to tear them down.
Bibliography
Politi, Daniel. "Obama To Howard Graduates: “Change Requires More Than Righteous Anger”." Slate Magazine. N.p., 07 May 2016. Web. 18 Jan. 2017.
"Obama – Not Angry Enough?" NBCNews.com. NBCUniversal News Group, n.d. Web. 18 Jan. 2017.
Green, Emma. "America's Profound Gender Anxiety." The Atlantic. Atlantic Media Company, 31 May 2016. Web. 18 Jan. 2017.
Advanced Essay #2: Literacy in Church
“Καλημέρα Angeliki? Kala esai?” I stared at the pale women with the crisp blue eyes, that stared at me waiting for me to muster up an answer to her foreign question. The four words she just summoned into a question completely went over my head and instead of me trying to figure out the meaning, I was stuck trying to figure out if she knew that silk and wool just wasn’t a good combination. Those 4 years in the back of that Greek class were terrible and I was always found myself being the “...sullen and already defeated Indian kids who sit in the back rows and ignore me with the theatrical precision.” trying to force myself into another culture when I barely understood my own. I had always remembered the biggest lesson I took away from the book “I Just Want to be Average” by Mike Rose which was “.. act stoned when you’re not, or act more stoned than when you are.” Half the time I wonder, “How did I get here in the first place?”
The 29th day of October in 2010 is still such a vivid day. Icons stained the bluish green walls covered in pastel colors of red, gold and blue displaying faithful pictures of the Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus, John the Baptist and the honorary Annunciation depiction. Iconography of the 12 disciples and 4 apostles laid against the dome of the church, while two fairy like angels (the cherubim and the seraphim) hovered over the magnificent and eye catching Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Straight above I stared at the dome, while my head and face was immersed into the warm water which smelled of olive oil and myrrh, I felt my body engulfed by the faith. I felt my priest make a sign of the cross on my head before pulling me up, I wiped my eyes as a piece of hair was clipped from my ends with scissors. I was an Orthodox Christian now, completely consoled under the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit but, what exactly did this mean? Did I now have to face off and be alike a bunch of lemon squeezing, garlic eating, loud mouth Greeks or could I still be myself and fit in with the crowd?
Being the only black person in a church like this, you are always on the front line. Whether it was dancing at the church's huge summer food festival, reading poems in Greek for Oxi day or simply saying good morning in the narthex, you’d never be ignored. It’s not bad thing, being the odd ball in a group of evens makes it really effortless to get along with everyone. Everyone wants to know who you are. Every time you meet someone new they always ask, “What made you come to the church?” or “Are you adopted?”. I’ve never had so many people attempt to get to know me at once and I can truly say because of that, I have become a fan favorite in their eyes.
But sadly, that fame didn’t follow through into that Greek class. Sitting in the back of that Greek class with glazed over eyes while the teacher spat out an “ I have a “zero tolerance approach” to grammar mistakes that make people look stupid.”,I began to get cold feet. Was this faith really worth all of this stress to understand one language or, should I just give up? But, then I realized, it was worth it. If my faith meant educating myself and digging deeper into my own personal definition of literacy, stepping outside the box and exploring, then sure I was up for the challenge. I learned that being small minded and closing out every piece of education offered can never be a good thing. Also, I learned how to treat others who may have a different definition of what being literate or educated means. Before I looked at people and thought “Are they dumb?” or “Why don’t you get it?” but I realized I do not know how to hold an entire conversation in greek and I do not know how to say “goodnight” or “what’s your name?” But, I know every major prayer from my service in Greek. I know their culture and I also know that literacy doesn’t just mean knowing how to read and write and education doesn’t just mean systemic instruction. They both mean the extent of knowledge you have for something big or small, whether it was taught in school, or at home or in my case, the church.
Citations:
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Review. Harvard Business Publishing, 20 July 2012. Web. date accessed*.
Advanced Essay #1: Picture Perfect
Introduction// My goal for this paper was to let people get a glimpse of what my life is like behind closed doors. Honestly, I put up a strong front and wall towards people in order for them to think I’m strong and sometimes that can come off pretty bad. Although I am somewhat of a tough character, I still do have certain weak spots just like everyone else. I am very proud of being able to be very descriptive in certain parts of this essay and that’s something that I normally really struggle with when it comes to essays. Of course there’s room for improvement and I think I could’ve improved my conclusion paragraph but I tried to tie it all back to my first memory and description of the painting in my dining room and I think I was able to do that along with bigger idea coming across.
There’s this picture in my dining room. It hovers over the dining table like my guardian angel. It captivates my eyes due to its assortment of large and small circles of different colors and textures. The background of the picture is something quite unique. Colors collide together beautifully down the green, red and yellow ombre backdrop. The texture of the background reminds me of paint brush strokes, streaky but beautiful. The top of the picture is a grass green and like love at first sight it falls romantically into a goldish yellow. Between that and the next two colors, resides a gray area something that resembles what we all have in life. A moment that does not really seem to fit, but at times it may move you into something a thousand times better. That vivid brown color twisted the gray area into a moment I fell in love with. Possibly the best transition of the entire picture or maybe of my entire life. There’s a big white circle on top of that grassy green tone I mentioned, I would say it is a perfect circle but life can never be too perfect and on the outside of this circle comes a white orbit facing forward around it. Like impulsive moments in my life, this picture is filled with spontaneous circles. Varying from quarter sized orange and red circles that reminds me of Mars, to that big white circle with another orbit that reminds me of Pluto.
I am way too familiar with the five senses associated with a broken heart, or maybe I should say the senses acquired to a heart break. It sounds like occasional whimpers, sniffles and sobbing. It tastes like sea salt, cotton and strawberry ice cream. It looks like eyelids forced shut and dried patches on my brown skin. It feels like feathery pillows and warm cozy blankets. It smells like fresh perfume or old cologne. As I sit at my table and reminisce about my past, my eyes become engulfed into a blank google document and keys that varied from alphabetical to numerical order. I remember this day just like it was yesterday.
The laminated faux cherry wood dining set pushed out into the middle of my dining room. Hanging above it was a crystal chandelier, a little dusty but the reflection from the shallow jewels still relayed the dark brown reflection of your eyes. The table we sat at was covered in postal mail of different sorts. Postal stamps plastered onto envelopes, package tape ripped off of brown cardboard boxes but for some reason the clutter did not seem to bother you. What your eyes really laid on was the steaming hot, shrimp alfredo my mother made for us. The linguini noodles were smothered in a white sauce topped with speckles of paprika, pepper, salt and garlic powder. I watched as you sniffled in the steam and various aromas that arose. The way you clutched my forest green ceramic plates as you engulfed the food with that metal 4 armed fork let me know, you enjoyed every bit of the meal. That made me smile inside. I know you’re a keeper if you happen to like mothers food. In that time, I caught myself occasionally staring at that picture. The various large and small circles captivated me, they sort of resembled my pupils. The pupils you always seemed to compliment that made me blush uncontrollably. After eating, you had to go home but your memory did not leave. Although I would never see you again, I saw some of you in the sweat stain you left on the burgundy leather chair cushions. I saw your lip print on the glass cup you drank from and that never left. Damn Finish ™ for not getting the dishes as clean as they promised. Now I will always see you in that picture, at my dining room table and as a faint memory in the back of my head.
I wish there were actual memory erasers, you know from Men in Black. Your presence would be here and then gone in an instant. But, of course my long spiral road of heartbreak just doesn’t end there. There’s always one thing after another, just like a broken record of vocals. The same lyric playing over and over and over and over and over and over and ov- you get it right? Similar to what I’m dealing with. A never ending, record repeating, late night assortment of blues.
The morning blue jays arose and sung a song while I stared at the window behind my bed and admired the blooming spring flowers and healthy green trees. These trees always scared me on windy nights because I thought the tree would fall over. As the day came to an end , and the crickets came out to play, I saddened at the next saga of events. A notification tab popped up onto my phone screen and what I saw next made my mouth drop completely to the floor. “He broke up with me.” Tears welled up into my eyes, slowly finding their way into the creases beside my mouth. I tasted the salty liquid on my taste buds as my body started to become numb. I slowly read the message making sure I caught every detail within the long cold hearted paragraph. “This just isn’t working out.” Words screamed in exhaustion throughout my head, my heart cringed at the beating it would be taking yet again. “After all I’ve told him, after all we’ve been through?” 4 walls began to close in on me, dry patches stained my cheeks and my body began to shake uncontrollably. Should I leave it on read and not respond? Should I convince him to stay with me? I couldn’t really seem to come up with an answer. The more I read the message, the more questions I had. Is this all my life will ever be? Was there someone else? Were you not happy? Am I just not good enough?
My story is a prime example of transition. Alike the gray area in the painting that hangs faithfully above the dining table in my dining room, my life became swiveled and swirled into that vivid brown closely related to the swivels and swirls in that soft serve ice cream cone from the Mr.Softee truck. So effortlessly did that brown take full control of the car I had slowly but surely lost control of. After a full year of total unhappiness and complete betrayal left and right I realized this was all a test. A test to see how much I could take. It felt as if I took this test about 50 times, each time being labeled a different type. My first trial, I was to weak to realize the true lies. My second trial I was stable, starting to understand my mistakes but still blinded by the black veil of “love”. My last and final trial I was strong. Realizing that I am worth an entire picture of words. I am a beautiful little 15 year old black girl, who will be 16 in two months, whose hair will never get curly in the water, a picky eater who hates when their food touches but loves the mixture of vegetables and meat in beef stew. I am a little black girl who is a little shy and awkward around new people but able to be outspoken and loud when it comes to expressing her thoughts. I am a teenager who has experienced the devastation of heartbreak at a young age, I am a teenager still learning to fight for true love. I am still in the process of finding myself. But, most importantly. I am changed and I am me.
Flamenco Presentation
Carlito y Noah Qt 3 Benchmark
Noah: Hola. (1)
Ajanae: Hola. (1)
Noah: Bienvenido a clase de bailar. Nosotros tenemos muchos pasos para ti hoy. (2)
Noah: Carlito, baile antes? (2)
Ajanae: Si, y tu? (3)
Noah: Si. (3)
Ajanae: Bien, Nosotros vamos a enseñar tu como bailar de salsa. (4)
Noah: No sé preocuparse, es muy fácil. (4)
Ajane: Primero, ponas su izquierda pie la parte delantera. (5)(1 positive)
Noah: No se mueva duro. (5)(1 negative)
Noah: Y mueva su caderas. (6)(2 positive)
Ajanae: Próximo, meca respaldo en su derecho pie.(6)(3 positive)
Noah: Próximo, apartese respaldo con izquierda pie. (7)(4 positive)
Ajanae: Entonces, mueva peso en pie izquierda. (7)(5 positive)
Noah: No se mueva su caderas (8)(2 negative)
Ajanae: Mueva paso en pie derecho. (8)(6 positive)
Noah: Bailar es diversion. (9)
Ajanae: Correcto! (9)
Ajanae: Ahora, mueva hacia adelante con pie derecho. (10)(7 positive)
Noah: No obtena confundido. Es mucho facil. (10)(3 negative)
Ajanae: Meca respaldo en su pie izquierda. (11)(8 positive)
Noah: Mueva respaldo con pie derecho. (11) (9 positive)
Ajanae: Nosotros terminado. (12)
Noah: Salsa es mucho facil y diversion. (12)
Ajanae: Recordar, no baile difícil en su dedo del pie. (13)(4 negative)
Noah: Baile muy ligero. (13)(10 positive)
Ajanae: También, no se mueva básico. (14) (5 negative)
Noah: Sume un poco don. (14)
Ajanae: Nosotros esperamos tu tienes mucho diversión. (15)
Noah: Gracias, adios! (15)
Ajanae: Adios! (16)
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Mills, Ajanae
Pahomov
English 2
05 April 2016
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In life, there’s always those who are superior or those who are the weaker link. As humans we have a common instinct to ignore the weaker link or help them, but whose responsibility is it to actually help that person? The answer is, there isn’t really one set responsibility. The strong take care of the weak if they feel they have a moral responsibility to do so.
As people, we are sometimes put into situations where we are at that time the stronger person, so we are looked at as if we have a responsibility to take care of those weaker. In Lord of The Flies, a book written by William Golding, a character named Jack took on the responsibility of leading the boys due to the fact that they looked at him as the much more stronger and adamant boy out of the group. Jack recites.. “We’ll get food,” cried Jack. “Hunt. Catch things.. until they fetch us.” (Page 30) As we can see, Jack had no obligation to care for the rest of the boys because one, he was a child himself just like them and he does not know what he had to do to fend for himself in the wild and secondly, he was not the cause of their crash landing onto that island but because he felt morally responsible to help a group a of boys who looked to him as a protector or adamant ruler aka “the stronger person” he took on the responsibility of the group.
As we get deeper into the book, things start to spiral downward. The original elected leader Jack, turns evil or a term we have used previously to identify these actions, “savage”. Jack had clearly separated the island into 2 groups. One called followers and the others called leaders. Despite all of the bad Jack was doing, people still followed behind him like lost puppies while stronger minded characters such as, Ralph decided to step up and take matters into his own hands. Jack had left Ralph, Piggy and some other children behind while taking majority of the boys along with him. “We’ll live on our own. The four of us-” Just like Jack in the previous example Ralph felt as if this was his time to take responsibility being the stronger person out of that small group of kids and step up to protect them. Jack’s tribe was too busy focusing on the slaughtering of pigs and all other types of savage activities that they lost focus of the meaning of strong and the point in taking responsibility. It was not necessarily Ralph’s obligation to take care of these kids, because there was already someone who had vowed to support the boys while on the island but, when he realized responsibility was falling short he stepped up to the plate.
Not relating to the book is a real world example. As US citizens, we know how strong the US is in military, economy and governmental ways compared to a lot of other countries who are fairly behind us. In 1945, at the end of a long known as World War Two, the US bombed Japan twice due to the fact that they would not surrender. This bombing caused the total destruction of their country. Later after this bombing, the US helped in the reconstruction of Japan which later included the occupation of Okinawa by the US military. According to the US department of state, “ Between 1945 and 1952, the U.S occupying forces led by General Douglas A. MacArthur enacted widespread military, political, economic and social reform.” This shows a prime example of moral responsibility held on the backs of a stronger person but in this case society. The stronger person was the U.S and they had every right to feel responsible, seems though they were the ones to originally bomb Japan. In this situation, readers can only guess that guilt drove the US’s moral choice. Maybe they were guilty for the killing of all the innocent children and adults when they bombed them, or the total destruction of a place people called home. Not even long after the bombing of Japan was the US there picking up the pieces they had left behind because they had chosen to.
We will use another example of the US deciding to help with a national interest. That national interest being the Syrian Refugee crisis. The US had taken action along with multiple other countries to help take care of these refugees. Organizations from the US such as WFP (World Food Program) had sent food packages to the Syrian Refugees, the US even arranged areas where these refugees can settle in at, here in the US. This is prime example of shared responsibility. The US took responsibility of this tragic epidemic for one or two reasons, the first reason being it is a national interest and the second reason being morality. The US is known for being a big helper or supporter when it comes to events like that or terrorist attacks and they’re the first there to reach out. Simply because they have a reputation to help others. If a country is that big with lots of resources, why not help the people who are clearly suffering?
Coming to a conclusion, we can see that morality plays a big role in choices people make and things do not always boil down to blame. You do not always have to be the cause of something for you to simply want to help or take the responsibility for it. Throughout Lord of The Flies, we’ve seen multiple choices made by various characters in this book who has made choices based on reality and in real life we see choices made off of morality every single day. Morality is something that plays part in our everyday lives, sometimes we as people need to just open our eyes and look.
Works Cited
Office of The Historian. "Occupation and Reconstruction of Japan, 1945–52 - 1945–1952 - Milestones - Office of the Historian." Occupation and Reconstruction of Japan, 1945–52 - 1945–1952 - Milestones - Office of the Historian. Office of The Historian, Bureau of Public Affairs, n.d. Web. 05 Apr. 2016.
ILP
Spanish Magazine ( Salvador Larrabee y Carlito Mills y Mario Mack)
Luis Antonio - Ajanae,Ryan and Sandra
Espanol Dos Proyecto
A Cranberry in Harlem
“ I have some good news to tell you .. “ ( Laughs nervously ) “ Well, hopefully it’s good news to you.. but today I .. I went to the doctors and they told me .. they told me I was pregnant. We are going to have a ba-” ( Face turns into utter despair ) “ Wha - what? It’s not yours? Tyrek, yes it is. You’re the only one I’ve ever laid down with. How could you say something like that? “ I’m keeping this baby, I’m loving it already and you’ll learn to love it too.” “ Don’t say that Tyrek! How could you just walk out on something so precious?” “ It is precious, you’re such an asshole. You’re just like you’re father, he left you and now you’re leaving your child. ( Actor says this forcefully ) It needs you just as much as it needs me ! I cannot do this alone, I need you to be here for me! Can’t you see that you’re everything to me.. to us.. to the baby.” “ Don’t you walk away from this, don’t you leave me here alone.” “ Tyrek ! Tyrek, where are you going.. Tyrek .. “ ( He leaves although he was never on the stage)
( Actor sobs ) I know , I know he had other girls and I wasn’t the only one .. but I was in love. I was blinded by the gifts he gave me, the love I thought we shared and the sex.. and I forced myself to believe he could be with me, and only me. I thought maybe, maybe this child could fill the void he had with me. I thought maybe if I gave him something, to love and to care for he would see that I wasn’t like everyone else, every other girl “loved” him because he had money, and flashy cars. He was in the streets so he was going to give them the “ hood” love every girl craved.. I loved him for more than just the material things, I loved him because he had a sweet side, where he showed affection beyond compare , ( sort of start angrily rambling here ) where he told me he loved me too and now he’s leaving me here, without any help, any guidance.. and he knows I can’t take care of this baby alone, he’s know I’ll suffer without him !
( speaking to self) Calm down , calm down.. cause you don’t need him. You don’t need that no good ass nigga, who is leaving you and your baby for dead. I will get through this by myself, I do not need that tall, dark, buff and handsome man … Wait no what am I doing, I have to get over him, I just have too. ( Leaves the stage)
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Spanish Benchmark
Comfortable
“Christos Anesti Angeliki. Kala esai? ” said the Sunday school teacher Kostadina.
“ Alithos Anesti kai kala.” I responded and took a seat in the swivel chair located in front of the cherry wood conference table. The room filled with more and more Greek kids with smiley and happy faces. My phone which was in my lap buzzed profusely with text messages. Glancing at my teacher and back to my phone
.“ Yo fam, wassup.” The message was from my cousin Kaylee.
I responded with “Wassup fam lol , yo that party last night was to poppin’ dawg. You got super turnt and was drunk all over the place gurl.”
My teacher then asked me to stop texting and to place my phone in a basket located in front of her. She then asked the class “ What did everyone do this weekend?”
We took turns saying out what they did that weekend in a clockwise way. When it finally reached me I simply said “ I went to my cousin’s party and it was pretty fun.” I wondered why I couldn’t say aloud what I had said to my cousin over the phone.
To be honest, I don’t necessarily know how I ended up in a Greek Orthodox Church. When I was younger my grandmother would always bring me to their festival in May. It never really included church in it but it did include kiddie rides like mini rollercoasters and the traditional park favorite the teacups. It also had food, lots and lots of Greek food. I think that’s where I fell in love. A couple of months after that I started to come on Sunday and participate in the worship service with my grandmother. She worked during church in the Narthex passing out beeswax candles to the church’s parishioners. Eventually, when I was 10 I became one of those parishioners and I got baptised in the father, son and Holy Spirit. From there I enrolled myself in many Greek school classes which taught be the native language of the church and I also joined Greek dancing. Although I was in these activities with many Greek children, some my age and some not. I never felt like I was actually being myself. I always felt as if I was being what everyone wanted me to be, sort of like a black Greek girl. If that’s even possible. I think all I ever wished for while being in church was another person that could understand what I was going through. I had a friend who was Guatemalan whose name was Maria, but I feel as if she could still blend in, her skin color wasn’t so easy to spot out.
A quote that really relates to my situation is a quote by Bell Hooks, as used in his essay “ This is the oppressor's language yet I need to talk to you”: Language, a place of struggle. He states “ I was in danger of losing my relationship to black vernacular speech because I rarely use it in predominately white settings.” I tend to code switch often when I am around predominantly white groups of people. I throw it all out the window and act totally different without any consciousness of it, it’s sort of something that just happens to me. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed my miraculous change of voice when I was around everyone. At home I could use “black” language when communicating with friends and various “ghetto” slurs but then when I when I traveled from the quote on quote “ hood” and crossed into the suburban part of town it was as if all of my black language I felt comfortable with at home and school got thrown out of the window and my inner valley girl voice popped out. Maybe I spoke like that around them because maybe I was scared I would sound ignorant but then again why should I be scared, it’s me. I was being myself when I talked to my friends and the people around me who shared the same race but when I was in class surrounded by a different race who probably spoke less slang and more words with an actual Webster Dictionary meaning behind them my voice started to scrunch up into a ball, and I became less vocally expressive then I was everywhere else.
There’s another quote by Richard Rodriguez, and he stated this quote in his essay “ Hunger of Memory” and the quote states “ Like others who know the pain of public alienation, we transformed the knowledge of our public separateness and made it consoling - the remainder of intimacy.” I can relate to this quote very much, I always feel publicly alienated at my church mainly because of my skin color and because of that I don’t have a voice. My “black” language cannot be expressed because I am too scared, scared of being labeled as ignorant and even possibly ignored. I only feel a consolment around my other black friends because I know they wouldn’t judge me or make fun of me. They would understand exactly what was coming out my mouth and the ways I acted, because they probably acted and spoke the same way.
In conclusion, language is something that affects my spiritual and social life because of the fact I cannot express how I really feel in my “black” language when I am with people who don’t speak the same. I just want to be myself everywhere I am, no matter what race I am surrounded by and when I do speak I want to feel comfortable with what I am saying out of my mouth, and I want to be accepted, and not judged or labeled by people because everyone is different and everyone speaks differently than they next person. No one is alike and that is one of the things that makes this world unique.
ILP
- What went well?
- What are you looking forward to?
- What stands out that has happened so far?
Glows & Grows
Glows & Grows
I want to start off with my glows throughout my whole You and the World project. I think I did a really good job connecting the past to the present and what I mean by that is connecting what happened in the 20th century to what has happened in the 21st. The Civil Rights era was a very brutal era with police brutality and since it is sadly recurring in 2015 I thought that connection was great. Another thing that I thought I did really good at was finding different cases that involved different races to prove my point that police brutality is a event that is victimizing people of all different races like black and white. So, I think my edition of white people who were brutalized helped me not have a bias opinion on police brutality. One final thing that I think I did very well was choosing which organization I wanted to donate to for my agent of change and I think I did a good job on my bake sale to have enough money to donate to them.
Starting with the things I could grown on, I want to begin with the research I did. I think that I found older cases back in the 1900s to connect the present to because that would have gotten my point of police brutality lasting so long across and I want to know more about what police men/women have been charged or prosecuted for their crimes. Next my original research, my original research was OK , I could have something so much better. A lot of the plans I had which included talking to actual policemen of different races to find out how they feel about the topic police brutality was sort of unsafe so I had to flush that idea down the drain and I had to resort to interviewing my grandmother and Mr.K which wasn’t bad but I wanted people’s opinions that I didn’t know. If I was to change something I would have just went along with my interviewing policemen idea and would have just gone with an adult instead of excusing the whole thing. Lastly, for my agent of change I did not get the impact I wanted. I wanted people to really learn about how horrible police brutality and how they could stop it and even though I was happy with my donation I think I could have really expressed my topic way better to many more people.
As a conclusion I think I had lots of things to grow on but also believe I did very well on this project and I really showed my passion and sorrow at times for this topic in each and every blog post and I hope everyone who reads it feels the passion I expressed through my words.La Casa Ideal
Nuestra Casa Perfecta : Diseñado por Ajanae Mills y Arielle Moore y Shawn Durkin
Nuestra casa perfecta es en Filadelfia, PA y es una mansión. La casa es muy grande y fuera tiene un piscina, un patio trasero, un jardín, y una pista de tenis también. En el primer piso es la sala, la cocina, y la sala de juegos. La sala tiene un televisor, una sofá, y muchas ventanas para la luz del sol. Es muy bonita. En la cocina, tenemos nuevos electrodomésticos y encimeras de mármol. En la sala de juegos tenemos los nuevos juegos y consolas. Hay baños en cada piso y hay dos baños en total.
En el segundo piso son dos cuartos. El primer cuarto es grande y tiene una cama del rey, un pupitre, pisos de madera, y una computadora. La cama es bien diseñada por profesionales y es muy elegante. En el segundo cuarto tiene un similar diseña pero con diferentes colores y patrones. Cada cuarto es muy grande y amueblado bien. Hay dos más baños en el segundo piso y un gimnasio. El gimnasio tiene una trotadora y otras suministradores para el mejor la sesión de entrenamiento. Finalmente, hay un garaje para los carros. Tenemos una lavadora y secadora para nuestra ropa. Con cada parte, nosotros encontramos nuestra casa.
A Change Is Coming
My previous blogs have both consisted of information pertaining to police brutality in the past and present. Blog post #1 talked about how long Police Brutality among blacks have been going on which has been since the 1900’s ( civil rights era and segregation) and Blog Post #2 focused on the newer cases of Police Brutality like Freddie Gray that sparked rioting and protesting in cities such as Philadelphia and Baltimore. Some other information I found in my second blog post was that several of these new cases involved victims of white race which was something people were ignorant to.
Enough of the negative talk. Let’s converse about a organization called the American Civil Liberties Union or ACLU. The American Civil Liberties Union works hard to defend the rights and liberties given to the citizens of America and to make sure those rights do not get supported any less than they should. For my Agent of Change project I was the host of a bake sale where I sold cookies, cakes and brownies in order to make a donation to this organization because not only do they protect rights but they are also against police brutality which my whole project is based about. Donating to them helped me to know that I’d be safe from being brutalized by police and other higher authorities and so will other fellow citizens in Pennsylvania. Along with that, it also helped me know that my rights as a citizen in America will be protected by people who actually care.
I want to give you a little background information on how I came up with this idea in the first place. I went through millions of ideas before I got to this final conclusion of just donating. The first thought that came to mind when we were given this project was a video, but then I realized that wouldn’t fit because I am just informing, not necessarily making a change. So, then I thought to do a survey, but I realized that probably wouldn’t get my point across. After thinking and thinking I came up with the idea of selling t-shirts but then I realized how much money a single shirt would cost and I also remembered that I was broke. I was feeling defeat until I googled “ Organizations that are against police brutality”. A couple of different organizations popped up that claimed to protect your rights but I was looking for something known by everyone so I could be sure it was the real deal. I finally came across ALCU and researched a little more about it and then after my studies I clarified it was the one for me.
After completing my project, I began to reflect and I started to feel as if I could have brought more awareness to this by sharing all of this information with people in my school or in my neighborhood and I also thought I could have raised a lot more money but as I thought about the moral I got from this project, I learned that you don’t have to go all out and be outrageous in the things you do to get your point across or help shed some light on a serious situation. You can handle it in a simple form like I did, by donating or volunteering to do work or anything of that sort.
In conclusion, me and the rest of this wonderful organization are not yet done with protecting the right of Americans. We will continue to fight daily against the cons of the American government and also protect our rights given by law !
( To find all links you can visit my annotated bibliography )
Costa Rica
It's Still Happening
In blog post #1 {Blog Post #1} I talked about how police brutality has been affecting African Americans ever since the 1900’s and is still occurring in 2015 today. Not only are black people being affected by this but many other races as well. American citizens are blind to this and believe that the citizens affected by this are only black people. Cops have killed and beaten people of many races, which gets into this second blog post. I’ve found new information that proves it’s not always black on white crime but it’s all police of all different races on the many residents of America.
Here is a case that involves a homeless man by the name of Kelly Thomas who was beaten to death by cops in Fullerton, California. Thomas was not only homeless but schizophrenic and the horrid sight was caught on tape. The outcome of the beating closely resembled the case of Emmett Till, a 14 year old boy who was beaten by white people during the Jim Crow era in the South and his offenders as well as Kelly Thomas’ offenders were pleaded as not guilty. Kelly Thomas’ case was a white on white crime but it was committed by police.
I asked : How do you feel about the protest in Philadelphia and the protest in Baltimore?
She responded : The protests in Philadelphia were very calm and very peaceful, the citizens stood up for what they believed in and made that very clear and moved along with their night, but the riots in Baltimore were uncalled for. We didn’t need people to throw rocks at cops, or burn down other people’s businesses just to prove a point. Baltimore could have gotten their message across in a entirely different way than they did.
I also asked another question on whether or not she believes we can change the way police are treating American’s and here was her response.
I asked : Do you think you could make a change?
She responded : Yes by prayer and regular everyday respect for cops. If we do not respect cops, cops will not respect us. It all starts with communication.
I also interviewed Matthew Kay, an African American drama and reading teacher at Science Leadership Academy. Mr.Thompson runs the poetry club here as well and one of the topics happen to be police brutality and Black Lives Matter. I asked him the same questions I asked Mrs.Tzouras but the responses were completely different.
I asked : How do you feel about the black males that have been shot in Florida, Ferguson, Baltimore and Missouri ? ( Freddie Gray, Trayvon Martin, Mike Brown )
He responded : Sad but not surprised, black men have been being shot for a while now. America was born on the killing of black men.
I asked : How do you feel about the protest in Philadelphia and the protest in Baltimore?
He responded : The kids who are doing these protests do not have good intentions about what they’re doing, just because you march down the street with a bunch of signs in your hand doesn’t make it a protest.
I asked: How do you feel about the slogan “ #BlackLivesMatter”?
He responded : Clearly catchy, not very sure when black lives mattered in this country and they sure as hell dont matter as much now. The poorer you get the less you matter. The slogan itself gives people imaginary hope.
I asked: Do you think you could make a change?
He responded: There are common sense things, language about body cameras, reviewing techniques, someone who has their mind set on killing someone, badge or not you can’t really change that.
The whole process of finding new information that you actually created yourself was hard. I ran into a lot of challenges when it came to finding people to interview. I came up against lots of walls where I couldn’t find anyone to interview. I tried to ask #BlackLivesMatter a couple of questions as well as a student from SLA but I got no response there either. Even though I only have two people which whom I interviewed I got a lot of people’s opinions and things they believed could change the world.
Menu for Beyonce
Open Your Eyes
Open Your Eyes
My project is based on events that has been happening since the Jim Crow era and is sadly still relevant in 2014 and today. My topic is police brutality. I am interested in this topic because I want to express how wrong and inhumane a lot of these crimes are and I want to show people how horribly this affects black people as well as other races.
Ever since the 1950’s ( the start of the Jim Crow era) police brutality has been very effective and has been taken out towards black people. It all started from wanting the rights to vote and since the white people didn’t want the blacks voting, police and other white citizens beat, imprisoned and stopped the blacks from voting. Even though now in the 2000’s blacks have every right granted in the constitution, law and amendments there’s still a sense of hatred towards the race as a whole. Some of this hatred is inflicted on black people by police.Police using excessive force to arrest man.
The issue of police brutality holds a lot of significance because one, it’s affecting America as a nation. People constantly disrespect cops everyday because of the obscene acts of violence some of these officers carry out. There has been this one saying going on for months and months now towards police. This saying consists of the words “ F@*! 12” of course these words were started by young people but as more incidents happen, the saying begins to become more common from people older and older. Of course we know not every cop in America is like this but when enough cops are acting in such a way they all become generalized.
It’s important for us to know because some of us are ignorant and believe police do this to people who deserve it, but that’s not always true. There is no justification to beat a mentally disturbed man. Mentally disturbed! He probably can’t even figure out what’s going in his own head so to have a brutal beating inflicted upon him makes me and other American’s wonder. Majority of police officers who do get charged for being so violent, wind up spending a couple of months of their sentence in jail which is proven. For example, the Fruitvale Station incident where the officer claimed to mistake his gun for being a taser and out of a 2 year sentence, he only stayed for 2 months. There is a video showing a police officer shoot a man that was already cuffed, in the arm and then he states “ Oh shoot, I thought it was my taser.” The tasing statement is an excuse heard many many times by police officers who are caught red handed using excessive force but because they are cops they get the pass.
Teens protesting in Ferguson during Mike Brown protest
LinkQ3 Art Reflection
La Senorita Sessa
Author: Savannah Manns and Ajanae Mills Hola, entrevistamos La.Srta Sessa. Aprendimos mucho de la informacíon sobre ella. Ella es vienti-siete años y ella linda¡ Ella es morena and es un poco alta. Ella es muy divertidacia y muy intelligentsia. Su es hija unica La Srta.Sessa es interesante persona. Ella es de decendencia europea. Su padres son de Connecticut y abuelos son de Italia. La Srta.Sessa vive en Filadelphia pero nació en Abington,PA en uno de Noviembre pero es cien por ciento Italia. Algunas tradiciones La.Srta Sessa tiene en su la familia son “ Siete Peces” cena cada víspera de Navidad. Ella es enseña bioquímica at SLA grados nueva a travé de oncé. | Cuanda tenga tiempo libre ella ama juga última frisbee, baja y juega de mesa. Ella también le gusta lee y ama su gata. Srta Sessa assite cheltenham la escuela secundaria y temple y boston universidad. Su gusta el libro la falla en nuestras estrellas por green Juan y juegos del hambre. Su gusto colores es azul.Srta Sessa un increíble maestro. |
Carnaval Presentation ( Ajanae,Quran,Kenna and Shawn
Team Banana
¡Hola! Bienvenida Science Leadership Academy! Somos de 55 N 22nd Street. Nuestra escuela es cerca de 7-11. Nosotros somos divertidos y diferentes de cualquier otra escuela. Tenemos computadoras y carta bandas. Tenemos que béisbol, poesía, robóticas, debate, y ultimate frisbee. Science Leadership Academy es muy super ambiente aprender y pasar un rato con amigos. SLA es totalmente muy bien a ser.
¡Hola! La Srta. Manuel, su es nuestra profesora en la clase de Español, y la profesora en CIC. Pero, La Srta. Manuel va a Chile pronto. Su nombre es Julian, su es nuestro SAT(student assistant teacher) en la clase de Español. Ajanae y Gil, es mi equipo en proyecto. Gil es muy favorito banana. La Srta. Jonas, su es nuestra profesora en la clase de historia. El Sr. Kay, su es nuestro profesor en la clase de ingles. La Srta. Dunda, su es nuestra profesora en la clase de bioquimica. La Srta. Mull, su es nuestra profesora en la clase de tech y arte. El Sr. Kamal, su es nuestra profesora en la clase de ingeniería. La Srta. Giorgio, ella es nuestra profesora en la clase de mathmetica.
En SLA, tenemos muchas clases. Tenemos bioquímica, historia, tecnología, inglés, español, y mas. Para las clases, necesitamos lápices, libros, carpetas, las hojas de papel, y las computadoras. Mi clase favorita es Español. La Srta.Manuel enseña español. Su clase es super divertida, y aprendemos canciones y juegos.¡Qué chévere! En la clase de inglés, leemos, actuamos un poco, trabajamos solo también. Es requerido en cada clase y es importante prestar atención, y trabajar duro.
Ajanae le gusta SLA. Es decir su super bien escuela, y divertido. Es muy desviación con identidades y cultura. Nos encanta es clases, Yafang le muy gusta arte clase y libertad
de SLA. Gil le gusta los amigos y clases. El principal es muy muy interesante. SLA es muy muy impresionante.
Heaven to the Underworld
Media Fluency
Net Neutrality
Net Nutrality
Media Fluency 2
Los seres queridos en mi vida
Ajanae’s Script :
Title - Los seres queridos en mi vida
Yo - Hola, me llamo Ajanae. Soy alta y muy muy guapa. Me encanta cocinar y comer y deportes. No me gusta nada leer y escribir.
Él - Su nombre, Julian. Su cumpleanos es el nueve de julio. Él es de decendencia europea, él madre es desde Italia. Él es siempre bobo, nunca serio.
Ella - Su nombre es TK . Ella es un poco serio. Ella tiene ojos cafe y morena.
Los fines de semana ella pone en Google Hangouts platicar con amigos.
Ellas - Es mi hermanas Britney y Jonyce. Britney es deportista. Ella favorita deportes baloncesto. Ella favorita jugador de baloncesto Kyrie Irving y ella favorita rapero Meek MIll. Jonyce tienes rubia y grande cafe ojos. Ella también deportista y jugar baloncesto y tenis.
Fin - ¡Gracías para ver!
Media Fluency
Why did you make the slide look the way it does?
I made the slide look the way it does because when we were going over the “ Presentation Zen “ and a website I found called "Fast Code Design" link he said make the colors pop, make your words big and have your images bleed out. I was taking the advice from the articles and the video we had watched.
What influenced your decision making?
You had given instructions to take the advice that the guy had given us, so I took that advice and turned it into something I liked which is how I came up with this slide.
Sources : http://www.fastcodesign.com/1670019/10-steps-to-designing-an-amazing-infographic
Spanish Benchmark
Spanish Benchmark Script 4 from amillsSLA on Vimeo.
Spanish Benchmark
Spanish Benchmark Script 2 from amillsSLA on Vimeo.
Spanish Benchmark
Spanish Project 3 from amillsSLA on Vimeo.
Spanish Benchmark
Spanish Benchmark Script 1 from amillsSLA on Vimeo.
Spanish Benchmark ( Script 4 )
Spanish Benchmark Script 4 from amillsSLA on Vimeo.
Spanish Benchmark ( Script 3 )
Spanish Project 3 from amillsSLA on Vimeo.
Spanish Benchmark ( Script 2 ) Ajanae Mills
Spanish Benchmark Script 2 from amillsSLA on Vimeo.
Spanish Benchmark ( Script 1 ) Ajanae Mills
Spanish Benchmark Script 1 from amillsSLA on Vimeo.