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La Leyenda de Los Ríos de Schuylkill y Delaware

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Friday, May 30, 2014 at 11:15 am

Érase una vez… Allí un pueblo antes de la ciudad de Filadelfia.  Era un pequeño pueblo.  El pueblo era en un plano y exuberante. Muchas personas. Ellos eran tranquilos y aislado. Ellos eran independiente desde otros grupos. Sin embargo, su independencia hizo su grupo sobre seguros. Ellos tienen un difícil tiempo con la comida y agua para ellos mismos. Era un largo camino para las personas quién obtuvieron el agua. No cazaban porque los otros grupos robaban los animales para ellos mismos. Los líderes eran enojados y desesperados. No pudieran encontrar una manera detener los otros grupos.  A ese ritmo, el grupo morirían.

Un día, las personas del pueblo decidieron orar a los dioses para un regalo. Un regalo eso protegería su grupo desde otros grupos y dar la comida y la agua necesario vivir. Ellos fueron a el centro del pueblo. Juntos, gritaron la oración y esperaron. Y esperaron. Y… esperaron. El grupo gritaron la oración otra vez. Ellos mendigaron los dioses ahorrar ellos. Sin embargo, ellos tuvieron un poco visitantes no deseados. Un otro grupo espiaban en su grupo. Ellos veían el ritual. Ellos creaban un plan atacar el grupo. Ellos tuvieron los armas y ellos estaban listos atacar. Entonces, ellos comenzaron gritar y corrieron a la enemigos. El grupo asustaban de los gritos. Ellos mendigaron duro para salvarse. Su enemigos estaban cerrando en su pueblo. Ellos estaban orando lo mejor que podrían. Entonces, un miembro del grupo enemigo apuñaló su propio miembro. 

El mundo se ralentizó. La masacre había comenzado. Las personas murieron izquierda y derecho. Los enemigos trabajaron su camino a los jefes. Parecía como si ese fue el final.

Cuando de repente, había una luz cegadora. Todo el mundo se pararon y miraron a el cielo. Desde el cielo, allí había tres personas, una mujer y dos hombres. Ellos eran cegadora, pero muy hermosa. El grupo eran aturdían, pero bendecían también. El grupo eran Ellos flotaron a el suelo. Se pararon una pulgada antes el suelo. Con un movimiento de su manos, ellos lanzaron los enemigos lejos desde el pueblo. Entonces, los dioses levantaron sus manos. El suelo comenzó sacudir. De repente, el suelo agrietado abierto en dos lados del pueblo. Agua comenzó subiendo. Llenó las grietas grandes. Pronto, dos ríos formaron. Estos ríos separado los enemigos desde el pueblo. El grupo alabaron los dioses como ellos flotaron en el cielo. Los enemigos estaban atrapados en el otro lado. Ellos no podían atacar. El grupo fueron salvaran y han sido bendecidos con agua. Ellos decidieron llamar después los nombres de sus jefes, Schuylkill y Delaware.



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Antonio Reveron Capstone

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Capstone - Hull - Wed on Friday, May 30, 2014 at 11:03 am
For my capstone, I made a game with my own artwork. In a way, I work with Jovan, but that for his capstone. The characters I animated would make a special appearance in his comic book series. When I was stuck with the game progress, I went to Mr. Miles to seek assistance sine he is the Computer Science teacher. His advice brought me back on track with a game instead of art collection. I created the game using the program, Scratch. I won't lie, it took me a bit to back in touch with Scratch. I haven't used it since freshman year. The artwork was done in Sketchbook Express, which was really handy. Harder to draw out on screen than it is by hand. Still made decent artwork. The problem, however, it was so much animation, I couldn't finish drawing my characters' movements. So I change the game to a simple one, Stick Fighter. A game of the easiest artwork put together. Here's the link. The program runs smooth and instructions are listed in the game. Click on the image below to see a gallery of my work.
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Q4 Benchmark "Origins: Part One"

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Storytelling - Rami - B on Friday, May 23, 2014 at 8:27 pm
​Chapter 1

“Before I got here, I came from there. A planet far from this one. This planet is lush and green. Such beautiful flora and fauna. A species called “humans” dominate this planet. They have such interesting civilization with governments, economies, religions, and free will. This is far different from my home world. I come from the planet called Dracon. It has deserts, mountains, dangerous creatures… you would think it would be like Earth, but there’s one difference between this place and Dracon. Constant war. All over the planet, war was everywhere. It prevented us Draconians from having a proper civilization. All that ever happened was war. All that was ever discussed was ever. All we were ever taught was war. War was the end for us, and it would seal our fate.”

A battle has commenced in a great desert. Soldiers coming from the mountains, running and screaming onto the desert land. They threw their punches and kicks landed into each other’s faces, and each blow caused quite a boom. The ground rumbled, the mountains shook, and soldiers flew. It was quite the battle. In the end, after the dust cleared, there were soldiers walking off into the sunset, while hundreds lie on the desert floor, beaten and killed. 

“It was one of the deadliest battles in Draconian history. The soldiers of the Federation were badly defeated by the Uprising,” said Mr. Jahn as showed his students an old wall painting of the battle. Every student seemed interested in this fascinating history. Well, everyone except for Dar - Ol. Dar - Ol was an unusual Draconian. The reason for that is because he doesn’t talk about fights or war, he talks about peace on the planet. He says one day, he will save his race. Until that day comes, he has suffer being bullied by his classmates, and receive harsh criticism from his parents about growing up to be a warrior. His thoughts were interrupted as Mr. Jahn continued with his history lesson.

“This marked a crucial point in history for the Federation. They were down many men, and the Uprising could easily attack the capital. In which case, they did.” He stuck his hand out to show another old wall painting.

“The Uprising took the final battle to the capital, where it was a slaughterhouse. The Uprising took it to everyone, killing anyone who got in their way. The men, the women, and the children. It seemed like lost cause. The battle was over before it begun. It looked like the Federation would fall.” continued Mr. Jahn. At this point, Dar was almost completely out of it. He couldn’t pay attention to this lesson. He was about to leave until…

“When suddenly, a hero emerged from the destruction.” This surprisingly caught Dar’s attention.

“A hero,” asked a fellow classmate. 

“Yes, a hero. One with vast incredible power. He defended the capital and everyone within it. The generals of the Uprising were stunned. This one being trumped every soldier in the Uprising. Many reports said he could move like a blur, some said his strength topple even the strongest of us, some even said he jump from side of the city to the other with a single locomotion. Whoever this being was he was unstoppable.” This put Dar in a daydream so deep, he believe that taking the role of the hero.

“What happened in the end,” asked a fellow classmate.

“In the end, the generals themselves challenged this being to fight them. The generals were the best of the best. They were ones who could move fast, jump far, and have the most strength.”

“Was it enough,” asked a classmate in the back of the group.

“It wasn’t even close. Even the generals speed, power, and agility were trumped by this being. They had never seen anything like it. They forced the hero’s hand, and they surrendered. What seemed like a day that the Uprising would win turned into a victory for the Federation, and the government maintained itself from then until now.”

After the little daydream finished, Dar spoke up to ask a question.

“Mr. Jahn, what happened to the hero?”

“Well…” said Mr. Jahn with a long pause. “I don’t know. In fact, no one does. There has never been recorded information about the hero. The generals couldn’t see his face because he moved so fast, and he never came out in public.”

“Someone had to know,” said a classmate. “I mean, there had to have been one person that knew about him.”

“If there were, I’m sure they wouldn’t give away his identity. For all we know, the hero is probably dead,” finished Mr. Jahn.

This sunk Dar’s heart a bit. Some students noticed it, and decided to start making fun of him for it.

“Aww, Dar’s gonna cry now. His hero went croak.”

“That’s probably his granddad.”

“You want to be a hero, wimp? Grow up strong and big like us, not weak and pathetic.”

Luckily, Mr. Jahn heard their little whispers and called them out.

“Gon, Sram, Wel! When we get back to school, all three of you stay for extra training.” This breathed a sigh of relief for Dar. The three of them have picked on him since he came to the school. He’s wanted to take them so badly, but unfortunately, he knows he couldn’t. All three of them were about half a foot taller than him, and had about 20 to 30 pounds on him, and they were very good fighters. No doubt, Dar was actually a great fighter. Trainers have compliment his progress, especially Mr. Jahn, one of the most experienced fighters in the school. However, speed doesn’t always trump power, especially if three of them who have more power than him.

The day continued on in the museum, but all Dar could think about was being the hero, and using that power to save his people. Maybe, get some revenge while he was at it. They board the vessel to return to the school, and when they got back to school, everyone (with exception of Gon, Sram, and Wel) went on home. Dar could’t wait to tell his parents about his day, and the history lesson he learned.

​Chapter 2

“… And this guy was a huge legend,” exclaimed Dar to his parents. He was saving the hype for his parents, but sad to say, that hype was wasted when his parents didn’t really show the enthusiasm that he expressed.

“Dar, that’s nice to hear,” said his mom, Kare, with no emotion while doing her chores. His dad, Don, still training in the holo room, didn’t even say one word when Dar was home. This was the basic routine for Dar. He would always come home from school, and see his parents (who were soldiers of the Federation) would be either training or doing chores around the foundation. They never spent too much time with Dar. They expected him to go school, learn to fight, come home and train with them, eventually turning him into a soldier for the Federation. 

“Honey, let’s stop with the silly stories, and show us what you learned today,” said Kare. This caught Dar by surprise. He thought his parents would think this was a big thing he learned, that his parents would be interested.

“It’s not a silly story! It’s amazing! This is something that should be considered an inspiration for soldiers,” exclaimed Dar in confident voice, only to have it short-lived by Don after coming out of the holo-room.

“Please, that old legend? That’s a myth. You said it yourself, that it was used as an inspiration. After the Federation took back the city, they believe that the Uprising started to hallucinate and imagined the so-called super soldier. There was no one in the Federation army that had enhanced abilities, and we would know. During training, we have the trainees under surveillance. It’s protocol,” explained Don.

“Maybe he had to break protocol…,” continued Dar before he interrupted by Don.

“That would be impossible. The holo-room has surveillance cameras, motion sensors, sonar, detection plates, you name it. The reason for that is so the fighter can see how he fights from every angle.” Dar was decimated. 

“Why would the museum lie about the legendary super Draconian,” he asked. “There has to be an explanation.” 

“Well, the only reason I think they would tell about the super Draconian is because of the overwhelming reports of seeing the being. So many from the Uprising and still plenty of reports from the Federation,” Don responded.

Dar’s confidence is at an all time low. He was so excited about the legend, only to be told that it was a myth. 

“Come on, Dar. It’s a myth. It can be true or it is false. Let’s just go training. Show me what fighting techniques you learned, not legends and stories,” said Don with reassurance. Dar walked with Don into the holo-room. He still pondered the myth. He decided to go on, figure out the legend by himself. He still thinks it’s true, and he wasn’t going to stop until he proved that.

Chapter 3

So Dar set out on his long journey to find out about the legendary myth. He went to his friends, and went to the collection halls were they store data of old historical events. Some of the really old and secretive data was kept in the old chamber room. Dar came to the main desk, and there was a young female collector there. She was on the computer processing the data throughout the collection halls. Dar thought she was kind of cute, even though she was way past his league. He knocks on the desk to get her attention, and succeeds. 

“Excuse me, hello. I was wondering if you could give us access to the old chamber.” The female smiled at him. For a moment, it looked like Dar would get a yes easily. However…

“Why would I do that? You’re like 10 years old. Only special people get privileges like that,” she said with such attitude. Dar felt offended. 

“Excuse me,” he responded. “But I’m actually 13, and what do you by ‘special’?” 

“Well ‘I’m actually 13’, but by special, I mean the staff, business, scientists, teachers, etc. You, young man, are those kind of people.” Dar was really aggravated. He hated how she kept referring to him as little. She was really cocky. So he decided to be cocky right back at her.

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is with me, but I really need to see the old data from the Uprising era. Now you could do that with no problem at all, or I could go your boss and complain that I’ve been given false data, which I’m pretty sure is not beneficial for you at all since you, you know, you run all the data in the halls.” He crossed his arms, and tap his foot on the ground. The collector wanted to say something back, but was actually afraid that Dar would go tell the manager. All collection halls were built the same way, so it was easy where to find the collectors and the manager. So she decided to carefully sneak Dar into the old chamber. 

“Thank you,” he said relieved. 

“You’re welcome,” she said sarcastically, and returned to her desk. Dar went through the data, looking into the old reports of the Uprising era. He needed to look for evidence of legend besides the big city battle. He looked throughout the data. He couldn’t see anything. He spent 4 hours in the chamber, and triple checked all the data. He didn’t find anything. This made him frustrated and sad. He walked out the old chamber, and started walking out the collection hall. He passed the collection desk, and the collector resist to comment.

“Couldn’t find what you wanted to find,” she said with a fake enthusiasm. 

“No. I didn’t. Ok? That a good answer for you? Should put that in your data,” he replied with anger. She jumped a bit from the reaction. He walked out the collection hall and into the night. 

He kept thinking to himself, “How could I’ve been that foolish?” He walked throughout the city towards his foundation when suddenly a black vehicle made a screeching halt in front of him. Two guys stepped out the car and attempt to grab him. Luckily, his training makes him a formidable opponent for these two. He started to do the “duck and knuck” strategy, one his Dad taught him. He would duck under opponents’ strikes and punch them in the pressure point located in the abdomen. It would knock his opponents down in two to three attempts. It seemed like an easy fight, until he realized something. He was a bit sluggish, and noticed why. He was tranquilized. The two lunkheads actually got to him because of the severe decrease in his speed. They knock clubbed him. He fell to ground with a hard thud. He lied there, vision blurry and hearing muffled. The last thing he saw were what seemed like a black militia suit. He heard talking, but he too far out of before he fell unconscious.

 

For this benchmark, I decided to base my story off of a fighter I made for capstone. I thought I would give people a little insight of what my character was before he became a fighter as I will portray him to be in the game. I tried to find a way to incorporate how I could be the role of the protagonist as I wrote my story. It didn't seem hard actually. It was pretty easy, to be honest. Most of the situations in the story are situations we've been in before. You, know, like that mythical legend. It was like how I believe Santa Claus was real for a while only to told that he wasn't real. I don't know what my audience to take from my story. It's only half of it, but a really good half. I think I just want them to be interested in how creative I can be with my writing. What did I gain from my work? The fact that I did a damn fine.
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Selfies

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Storytelling - Rami - B on Friday, May 2, 2014 at 8:54 am
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The ways I present myself to world is normally not by selfies unlike other people. However, if I do present myself to the world by selfies, I show how I can be serious, how happy I can be if the mood allows it, and how I’m a wonderer and ponderer. There are moments where I mask my face. Normally, I don’t where glasses nor do where a cap a lot. I don’t know why I where the glasses, actually. I wear my SLA cap to show support for the school, but any other cap, I don’t know why. I like how I can relate to my favorite comic hero, Superman. Clark Kent wears glasses to hide his identity from public view. I guess  what I really do is I hide potential that I have locked up inside me. When the day comes, I take off the mask, and show the world who I am and what I can do.
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Cotopaxi por Frederic Edwin Church

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Monday, April 28, 2014 at 9:45 pm
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Hola, yo soy Frederic Edwin Church y yo voy a decir el tiempo yo pinte Cotopaxi.

Yo soy no hablar sobre quién. Es se se trata de qué. Yo soy Frederic Edwin Church y yo soy aquí en Quito, Ecuador ver el volcán, Cotopaxi. Qué veo es muy hermoso. Esta es una buena experiencia para mi. Valoro la belleza de la naturaleza. Tiene un lugar en mi mente y mi corazón.  Mi tiempo era muy malo. Yo salí los Estados Unidos visitar este ajuste hermoso. Yo oí las noticias sobre la guerra civil. Es muy terrible. Yo oro mi familia es seguro desde la violencia. Yo dije yo vendré la casa y para entonces, la guerra terminaré y el norte tendré ganaron. Yo veo los árboles, las floras y un poco jinetes en delante de mi. En la distancia, yo veo un bosque, una cascada en el bosque y un poco montañas. Los colores son muy brillantes. El terreno es surrealista. El tono de mi obra muestra la belleza y la felicidad eso yo tuve en Quito. Es cómo decir en ingles, “vibrant” lo que significa mucho colores y detalles.

¿Qué paso en Estados Unidos durante 1862? La guerra de civil había comenzado. El presidente, Sr. Abraham Lincoln y el norte eran en favor de los esclavos afroamericanos. Ellos lucharon para la libertad de los esclavos. Yo recuerdo cuando la guerra comenzó. Yo era en Conneticut con mi familia en un día normal cuando un mensajero vino a nuestro pueblo. Él dijo eso un batalla paso en Fort Sumter, ubicó en Charleston, South Carolina. Parece que la tensión entre el norte y el sur había alcanzado un alto pinto y el sur crearon un golpe de estado derrocar el presidente, Abraham Lincoln y el gobierno. Nuestra patria eran dividían en dos partes. Tenían un batalla con el norte en Fort Sumter y el sur ganaron. A eso punto, nosotros reconocíamos esto puede ser el comienzo de un guerra de civil. En 1862, la guerra había alcanzado un récord histórico. Todo los mensajes tenemos sobre la guerra, parecía el sur ganaron aquí y allí. Comencé pensar sobre yendo a un lugar para relajación. Yo pienso Quito sería un lugar bueno quedar hasta la guerra termino. Cuando viajé a Quito, yo fui ver Cotopaxi. Vale la pena. Allí era mucho hermoso en que yo vi. Yo decidí pintar esta memoria. ¿Por qué la pintó? Yo nunca olvidar esta. También, mostrar un mensaje. En los tiempos de malos, tú ves dolor y agonía, pero necesitas ir un lugar eso es calma y paz. Puedes ver la luz en la oscuridad. Es muy fácil rendirse, pero nosotros tenemos para seguir adelante. Eso es el mensaje. Después pintó mi memoria,  Yo siento aliviar porque yo puedo mostrar mi pinta a mi familia y los espectadores en el futuro.

Yo escogí el pinto porque es muy “vibrant.” El pinto tiene mucho colores. Cogió mis ojos. Era muy interesante. Yo estoy de acuerdo con el trabajo de el pintor.

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El Fantasma en Guernica

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Thursday, April 10, 2014 at 10:16 am
​¿Quién eres tú? Habla un poco de tus experiencias, valores, ideas, creencias, políticas.

Yo soy un fantasma. Yo no recuerdo mi nombre. Mucho tiempo tiene aprobado para mi recordar. Yo tengo un fantasma para muy largo. Yo quiso ir arriba de allí, pero yo tengo una maldición eso guarda mi aquí. Yo vuelo a un pequeño pueblo. El nombre de pequeño pueblo es Guernica. Yo era allí cuando sucedió. Cuando las bombas cayeron de el cielo. Era muy terrible.

¿Qué ves en la obra? ¿Cómo son los colores? Describe el tono.

Yo veo pánico, desesperación, caos, pero en todas partes, muerte. Sin embargo, allí fue los hombres luchando para sus personas y familias. Yo veo esperar y fe a pesar de qué iba pasando.

¿Qué quiere decir el artista?

Está obra es realistico. La obra muestra el caos eso pasó aquí en Guernica. La obra describe todo el dolor y la agonía los personas de Guernica sufrieron a través de.

¿Qué comunica/significa la obra para ti?

La obra comunica muerte para mi. Yo soy un fantasma después de todo. El muerte es una cosa para mi. Es qué veo desde yo soy un fantasma para un tiempo largo. 

¿Te gusta? ¿Por qué la escogiste?

No me gusta esta obra. No me gusta la muerte ni siquiera para mi. Sin embargo, esta obra es verdad. El mensaje en esta obra es muy fuerte y muy importante.


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Los secretos de Pinochet

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Friday, April 4, 2014 at 3:05 pm
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Ave Que Emigra

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Monday, March 31, 2014 at 5:50 pm
​ El nombre de la canción es “Ave Que Emigra.”  La artista quien hice la canción es Gaby Moreno. Ella nació en Guatemala City, Guatemala en 16 de Diciembre de 1981. Ella juega las géneros de la música de blues, jazz, soul y R&B. (Eso es todo la información encontré sobre Gaby Moreno). Esta canción es sobre un ave, eso vino desde lejos. Gaby remite el ave en la canción a ella misma. ¿Cómo puede decir? En el segundo verso, Gaby dice un frase sobre las memorias en Guatemala y ella es guatemalteco. La referencia aquí es ella es inmigrante eso vino desde lejos.

El tono de la instrumentación remite un tono de hispano. Es calma y pacífico. La instrumentación y las letras de la canción juntos ¿Cómo conviven? ¿Los juntos y la voz de Gaby? Bien, Gaby canta la canción con la armonía. Ella guarda su voz ser similar con el tono de su la guitarra. A el fin de la canción, Gaby canta la última parte, “Ooooh,” en sincronización con el tono de la guitarra. A través de la canción, es simboliza la paz y la memorias felices.

Temas

Estas son las frases que repiten a lo largo de la canción (cuál es toda la canción). La canción es tres versos y cuatro lineas.


Vengo desde muy lejos

Buscando el azul del cielo

Siguiendo predicamentos

Vengo desde muy lejos


Recuerdos desde mi infancia

Que a veces parten el alma

Mi Guate nunca la olvido

La llevo siempre conmigo


Cansados de estar corriendo

En tiempos de cacería

Alzo en alto mi vuelo

Como el ave que emigra



El mensaje recogí en “Ave Que Emigra” es los inmigrantes sienten como ellos vienen desde muy lejos. Esta es la línea que te llamó la atención. “Vengo desde muy lejos.” ¿Por qué esta línea que te llamó la atención? Yo dije el mensaje es los inmigrantes vienen desde muy lejos. Esta línea es que el ave dice si nosotros vemos desde su perspectiva. El ave es el inmigrante. El línea hace la conexión de cómo los inmigrantes sienten cuando ellos inmigrar. 

Mi inicial reacción a la canción era cómo la canción es muy calmante. ¿Qué es mi conexión personal con la canción? Veniendo a SLA desde mi vieja escuela es un poco como los inmigrantes sintieron cuando ellos vinieron desde sus viejos países. Es una nueva vida. Es diferente desde vieja vida. Tenemos obtener acostumbrado con la nueva vida. Muchos personas sienten como eso. Yo sentí como eso cuando yo vine a SLA. ¿Qué opinas del mensaje? El mensaje es interesante y deberíamos aprender desde el mensaje. Hablando de eso… ¿Qué aprendiste? Todo el mundo pueden sentir como ellos vienen muy lejos. Especialmente si tú entras una nuez vida.

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Los Manos de La Paz

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Tuesday, February 11, 2014 at 8:35 am

Yo vivo en Roxborough. Esta barrio es muy bueno. Esta no perfecto, pero esta una de el barrio mejor en Filadelfia. Me gusta eso es pacífico por la mucha tiempo.  No me gusta los muchos adolescentes allí. Me gusta donde vive porque es pacífico. Allí es no crimen terribles. Las personas quien viven en el barrio son muy amable. Un tema importantes en mi comunidad es esta colorido. Pienso las tiendas en Roxborough. Allí es muchas tiendas. También, carrera de bicicletas es un evento importante en Roxborough. Esta evento es unos eventos mayores en todo de Filadelfia. ¿Qué cambiarías de tu barrio? Menos las tiendas y menos la policia. 

Las formas de arte son murales, las pinturas, las esculteras, etc. Las características del arte es muchos colores, unas personas (una persona o un grupo), o unas palabras (un frase o una palabra). El propósito es mostrar un mensaje en una comunidad. ¿Tiene que ser atractivo el arte? Depende. Es sobre el tipo de arte te gusta. Tiene un mensaje. Es comó yo veo arte. Muchos murales muestran unos mensajes. Las marcas y el grafiti es arte, pero no es legal. El vandalismo no es arte porque el vandalismo destruye arte. En las noticias, tu ves las estatuas destruyó. Es el delito, también es la invasión de la propiedad de alguien. Mi pieza es una forma de arte porque yo soy haciendo una imagen bonita. Las imágenes puede ser formas de arte. También, mi pieza no destruye la propiedad.

El propósito de mi mural es mostrar la paz en el barrio y apoderar la felicidad. Roxborough muestra la seguridad en la comunidad y es un es un ejemplo de la mayoría de las personas vivir una vida buena.  La motive para mi mural es yo vive en el barrio para mi vida toda. Yo veo comó mi barrio es todo diferente desde los otros barrios en Filadelfia. Las personas mostrarán la felicidad con un otro. ¿Qué será en mi mural? Usaré palabras de inteligentes y la paz… posiblemente. En segundo pensamiento, no tendré palabras en mi mural. La imagen puede mostrar el mensaje por sí mismo.

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El "Pickpocket"

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Friday, January 24, 2014 at 12:01 pm
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Yo soy... yo no se me llamo. No puedo recordar. Yo no viví en una casa por un tiempo largo. Yo soy el robo dinero hacer una vida. Estoy terrible, pero con esta vida, yo tengo una opción.

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Un Oda a Emiliano Zapata

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Monday, January 20, 2014 at 9:21 pm
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Una Oda a un héroe Emiliano Zapata 
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Cuando yo te veo pienso en tu un revolucíonario, tu un héroe
Me haces quierer está hombre
Tú, un héroe de la Revolucíon Mexicana
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Neuroscience and the Law?

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Science and Society - Best - Y on Friday, January 10, 2014 at 10:45 am
This podcast talks about neuroscience and it's impact in law. I investigate this with using two members of society's (my parents) opinions about whether neuroscience actually does impact law.
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El Regalo Más Grande

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Tuesday, November 12, 2013 at 6:39 pm
El regalo más grande...
¿Qué es eso?
Diría una cosa...
Eso sería vida.


Eso es el regalo más grande,
Para viviría 
Hacer mis sueños
una cosa de verdad.

Daría una oportunidad,
Hacer las cosas querría hacer,
Ser la persona querría ser
y vivir la vida querría.

Eso, mis amigos, es vida.
El regalo más grande.


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E4 U1 La vida de Antonio

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Tuesday, October 22, 2013 at 10:05 pm
Inscrito en el registro civil de Filadelfia el 19 de Octubre de 1995. No se sobre el origen de mi nombre. Yo soy un hijo de Miguel y Karen y también un hermano de Miguel. Mi madre trabaja a la oficina y mi padre trabaja a la Centro de Convenciones de Filadelfia. Mi hermano va a colegio y un programa de autismo porque tiene autismo. Me gusta dormir 10 - 12 horas una noche de verano, jugar béisbol con mis amigos y comer unos platos de comida.

Yo soy blanco. Todos las personas dicen yo soy blanco. Unas personas dicen yo soy italiano. Es falso esta yo soy italiano, pero es cierto yo soy blanco. Yo soy simpático y poco gracioso.  Yo soy inteligente cuando necesito ser y eso es en la clases de SLA. Yo soy no inteligente a unos momentos malos. Esta es por qué mis amigos no ven mis inteligentes. Me molesta jugar y hablar sobre los videojuegos con mis amigos. Allí son videojuegos por ejemplo “Grand Theft Auto 5” y hablamos sobre porqué el videojuego es incredible.

​En cuanto mis relaciones académicas, mis profesores y yo nos llevamos bien. Me da miedo el Señor Reddy porque soy muy sensible y autoritario con trabajo de mi y ellos. Muchos estudiantes pueden decir Señor Reddy es sensible con nuestras trabajo. No está solamente yo dijo Señor Reddy es sensible.  Sin embargo, el Señor Reddy me cae bien. Escuchan. Cuando usted no la maestra, usted es simpático. No creo yo hablo simpático sobre Señor Reddy, pero usted es simpático y entiende problemas si tu tienes. La Srta. Manuel me cae bien. Me entiende cuando tengo problemas y cuando necesito su ayuda. También, usted es muy simpática y graciosa cuando usted aprende la clase de Español 4.Un de mi profesores, Señor Latimer, me entiende mejor. Cuando tengo problemas académicos de Calculus (matemáticas), sé que puedo hablar con usted o usted puede hablar con me. Señor Latimer da consejos en que hacer en matemáticas eso yo puedo entender matemáticas más. Por eso, la respeto mucho y nos llevamos muy bien.

Yo soy poco gracioso porque yo hago los bramos malos y yo hago los bramos malos at los momentos malos. Eso porque mis amigos creen yo soy no gracioso mucho. Yo dijo… es cierto. Yo soy hispano. Mis amigos dicen yo soy blanco. Sí, yo soy blanco, también. Ellos no ven eso yo soy hispano. Yo soy blanco mucho.  Me cae bien más personas pero unas personas no caen. Yo no dijo nombres. Yo no soy reservado. Me gusta mi hermano. Sin embargo, mi hermano tiene "autismo." Es muy mal, yo se. Por un lado, me gusta mi hermano. El es alguien puedo hablar con. Por otro lado, mi hermano educa muchas preguntas sobre Mario (el juego), Superman y "The Three Stooges." Sin duda, ellos buenos, pero es molesto cuando él pregunta sobre ellos. Yo soy artístico. Ellos no ven mi trabajar de arte porque yo no quiero mi trabajar de arte. Mi trabajar de arte yo creo es más o menos. Es no “Picaso” o “Da Vinci”. Sin embargo, yo creo mi trabajar de arte es bueno ahora. Puedo decir, yo hice más trabajar con el arte. Voy a mostrar mi trabajar de arte con esta proyecto. Voy a sorprender.

Yo soy Antonio Reveron. Un hombre quien es creativo, artistico, inteligente y poco gracioso. Un hombre de hispano… y blanco. Mi máscara es de demonio porque yo juego nombre de “Skyrim”. Me gusta videojuegos y yo creo me gusta hacer algo me gusta. Los demonios son nombres de “Daedra”. Daedras son interesante. Porque voy a hacer un demonio de Daedra de Skyrim. Chao!


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Diario #5 de Antonio

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Friday, October 11, 2013 at 2:05 pm
Yo soy hispano. Mis amigos dicen yo soy blanco. Sí, yo soy blanco, también.  Mi padre es hispano y Mmi madre es blanco.. Mis amigos creen no soy hispano. Me entiendo. Yo soy más blanco. Además, yo soy hispano simpático y gracioso. Yo soy inteligente cuando necesito ser y eso es en la clases de colegio. Me molesta juguar y hablar acrece de video juegos. Me cae bien más personas pero unas personas no caen. Yo no dice nombres.
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Diario #4 de Antonio

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Tuesday, October 8, 2013 at 9:19 am
Un de mi profesores, Señor Latimer, me entiende mejor que nadie.

Cuando tengo problemas académicos de Calculus (matemáticas), sé que puedo hablar con el o el puede hablar con mi. Señor Latimer da dar consejos en que hacer en matemáticas eso yo puedo entender matemáticas más.

Por eso, la respeto mucho y nos llevamos muy bien.

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Diario #3 de Antonio

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Thursday, October 3, 2013 at 1:47 pm
​En cuanto mis relaciones académicas, mis profesores y yo nos llevamos bien. Me da miedo el Señor Reddy porque soy muy sensible y autoritario con trabaja de mi y ellos. Sin embargo, el Señor Reddy me cae bien. Cuando usted no la maestra, usted es simpático. No creo yo hablo simpático sobre Señor Reddy, pero usted es simpático y entiende problemas si tu tienes. La Srta. Manuel me cae bien. Me entiende cuando tengo problemas y cuando necesito su ayuda. Tambíen, usted es muy simpática y graciosa cuando usted aprende la clase de Español 4.
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Biografías de Antonio y Alejandro

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Thursday, September 19, 2013 at 9:35 am
Su nombre es Antonio Dean Reveron. Nacio en 19 de Octobre de 1995. Hijo de Miguel y Karen. Hermano de Miguel. A su familia, él es alto. Él es comico poco. Le gusta dormir 10 - 12 horas una noche, comer unas platas de comido y jugar actividades solo y con mi familia.


Su nombre es Alejandro Bautista. El origín de su nombre de su padre. Nacio en Santo Domingo. Nacio en 12 de Julio (Siete) de 1997. Él es muy simpatico. Le gusta viajar hacer ejercicio y la comida. Él es una persona segura y veces, madura. Tambien, él es muy inteligente.

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¡Español 4!

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 4 - Manuel - E on Tuesday, September 10, 2013 at 9:37 pm
Yo soy excitado por la clase de Español 4. Yo quiero aprender mas español. Yo quiero hablar español antes de mi graduación 
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PSA - Antonio, Zaria, Kaitlin, Maleena

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Physics - Echols on Friday, March 15, 2013 at 8:37 am
Physics PSA
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Hamlet Close Reading

Posted by Antonio Reveron in English 3 - Rami on Friday, March 1, 2013 at 8:37 pm
Act 2, Scene 2, Lines # 606 - 615
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
A scullion! Fie upon't! foh!

Analysis
If there is one thing that William Shakespeare does well within plays like Hamlet, it is to give the character a beautiful, dramatic monologue. It is way for readers to understand the character. However, due to our “ascended” language, readers and listeners today would not be able to understand scenes of a character who is alone in scene and speaks out his internal thoughts. The character would be considered to be crazy, expressing such drama and language. With good analyzation of the wording, a reader can understand the scene... as long as the reader dedicates his or her time to analyze the words.

I’m taking Act 2, Scene 2, and lines # 606 - 615 from Hamlet. This is a scene where Hamlet is in his room. He blurts out his feelings of his uncle who is now the King, and who is to be one and only suspect who killed the previous king, his father. To read the book for the first time (or see the movie for the first time), I had no idea what they were saying with the fancy English back in their day. Given time, lines can mean the simplest of things.

Lines such as “I should have fatted all the region kites; With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! O, vengeance!” (Lines # 606 - 609) To clarify what kites are, it is not the toy. Kites are birds that eat insects and small mammals.  To clarify another thing, offal is the internal organs of animal being eaten. There is the connection between kites and offals. Hamlet imagines the pain he wants to give his uncle. He describes his uncle as a villain plus a few other things, and given the situation, he’s right. His uncle committed regicide. This is treachery. His uncle immediately married his mother after the king’s death. This lecherous. The way he pulled off the crime by pouring poison in his ear, and leaving him. This is remorseless and kindless. It is amazing how one word in a line can mean so much. I don’t blame Hamlet for seeking vengeance. I would have the same feeling. No one gets away with regicide, not even if the victim is family.

This is probably a set of lines that could be understandable, but may still have confusion. “Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,” (Lines # 610 - 612) Hamlet notices himself acting wildly about this, and he is embarrassed (even though no one is around him). Yet, he recognizes he is better than this. He is after all the son of the previous king, he is a prince (or lord). He should be less unstable about this, but he can’t because the one person he looked up to is dead, his mother married the traitorous uncle, so he can’t really look up to her now. He is a lone wolf. Even so, he feels his pride rise once he realize he is destined to avenge his father death, and if no one can help, he must do it himself. That’s what makes it difficult for him. Once again, words that mean so much more than they let on.

These lines required more time for analysis. “Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon't! foh!” (Lines # 613 - 615) Now, Hamlet self-pities himself by saying he shouting outbursts of his rage and that he isn’t doing anything that is benefiting him. To clarify, a scullion is a kitchen servant who doesn’t need skill to his or her job done. He’s saying he can’t do much with screaming and fooling around. He knows something must be done, what he was doing a few moments ago isn’t going to get him anywhere. It normally wouldn’t for anyone in that matter.

There we have it. One section of a scene analyzed and explained. If readers/writers are given the time, they can understand Shakespeare. More specifically, the monologues the character such as Hamlet express. It's what makes the monologues unique. Their ability to tell more than what we see.


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Saber Entertainment: Sean McAnich and Antonio Reveron

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Physics - Echols on Friday, November 16, 2012 at 6:32 pm

Artist Statement

This idea was Sean's. Sean started a business idea primarily about videogames. This company came to be known as Saber Entertainment. I happened to join Saber as my ILP, and it has been great. The business has potential. Now back to the matter at hand. Sean proposed that we would make the Saber Entertainment logo for the project. The Saber Entertainment logo is a shield with SE on the front and two sabers crossed behind it. Sabers are curved, bulky swords, just in case people needed to know what a saber is.

Now, it's time to go into detail of what Sean proposed. We would have three bulbs, two at the ends of each hilt (the end of a sword), and a bulb up top, in the middle. Thus, we made a parallel circuit. We would cut two holes, and have two wires at perfect distance to match up with the 9-volt battery. We would then make a key with a 9-volt battery in it. The key would have SE at the end of it. We put the battery in the key, the key will have wires, and when the wires touch the wires in the shield, they will light up. However, due to time, we had to make just the shield. We scratched the sabers and the SE at the end of the key. So I could say the hardest thing that happened to us was to build the thing before the one week we had to build was up. It still works. Saber!!! (The key was not finished just yet in the picture.)



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5 Hour Energy

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Digital Video - Herman on Tuesday, May 15, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Featuring Antonio Reveron
CameraWork: Kyler Jones and Jovan Lewis
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"Accepting the Mistaken Blame"

Posted by Antonio Reveron in English 2 - Pahomov on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 at 8:39 am
In my podcast, I had a interview (with a bit of comedy) with my Dad about how accepting the blame that isn't suppose to be intended for you is crossing a boundary. I suggest you turn the volume down before listening.
Racial Advantage
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La Entrivista: Alfredo Reveron

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 2 - Bey on Thursday, January 12, 2012 at 7:06 pm
My First Project - Large
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History is Determined by Language

Posted by Antonio Reveron in English 2 - Pahomov on Thursday, January 12, 2012 at 2:04 pm
 

            “Are you from New York?”

            “No. I was born here in Philly. Why would I be from New York?”

“It sounds like you have a New York accent.”

            “No, I don’t. How could I have a New York accent?”

            “You just do.”

            This happened in school. Here in SLA. A few of my friends and I were playing games on our computers, typical. Then he says that. I would have never expected someone to say that I’m not from Philly just because of my accent. I was thinking this question after I left the conversation, “How would he know what a New York accent sounded?” On my latest trip to New York, I was thinking this. I couldn’t dilate any voice to see if it sounded like mine. I also found out that New Yorkers were pretty damn arrogant.

            So, let’s get back on topic. Now I think this is a huge regret I feel and maybe my Dad as well. If only I could fluent Spanish like my Dad, but unfortunately, I can’t. It was probably my Dad’s and my greatest mistake in life. He wanted his son to speak Spanish like him, and I wanted to speak to him in perfectly, fluent Spanish like Dad, yet I cannot say a phrase in Spanish with confidence. I want to say what I’ve learned in Spanish class, but I’m always worried I may say the wrong thing. I am thinking right now how some people say I’m Italian. If only I could speak Spanish, prove them wrong. They would be scratching their heads, saying, “What did you just say?” I would say, “I just said ‘I am not Italian. I’m Puerto Rican’ in ‘Español’ or Spanish to you guys.” I just wish I could be a bilingual, speaking English and Spanish, but I think it’s too late to be that.

Here’s something I can think about my dialect. Does my dialect intersect with my identity? Yes and No. Now I said yes because there are times when people question my dialect. There are questions or comments like the example I have on the top of the first page, or there can ask…

“Why does your accent sound like that?”

“You sound stupid!”

“Well, I was born with accent like this, and I am damn mighty proud of it.” No, I don’t say that line, but that’s what I think about. Now it gets a little sentimental. When I was going through a bit of depression through one of my summer break, (7th grade I believe), I thought the bad things that was said to me through my current 8 years at my old school, and I would think I sounded stupid. The way I spoke, probably made some of my “classmates” lose respect for me (that is if they had any respect in the first place.) I said no because since that “New York” accent questioning, I have not been made fun of my accent or commented on my accent for a while. I can’t remember the last thing that someone said to me about my accent in a negative way. Probably 7th was the last time I heard something about my accent. In 8th, it was about personality, but that’s different story.

            Now this maybe interesting. When my current 10th grade teacher taught us about a relationship between language and power, I thought there was no relationship at all, but once we got into the discussion, I had second thoughts. Yeah, that was kind of obvious. Any whom, there was a good point when you would have a president who would speak formally than informally. For example, if Barack Obama spoke like, “Yo, what’s up, my fellow Americans,” than, “Good evening, my fellow Americans,” you would have thought twice to elect him as president in the first place. The thing is… having a slang could mean power, just not a chance for presidency. It could mean it on the streets. Gangs and clubs would be on the street with slang, and they show their power with that kind of tone. Politically speaking, you must speak formally (and learn to keep their promises); they can be president people look up to. Kind to think of it, what would happen if we did have a slangy president, but he still did good job while in office?

            Now I must admit, I think I may have a different public persona than an internal persona. Why do I think this? Well, I tend to have stage fright, a bit of it any way. When I want to speak up, I feel the words come into my head, but once I try to get the words out, they just dissolve from my mind and I cannot explain the situation, even though I had the words to explain it. Those who read this probably know what I feel. My internal persona is something else. This would kind of relate to an essay I read in English just before I typed all this into this log. The essay was by Richard Rodriguez, and the essay was called, “Hunger of Memory.” A quote from the essay, “In public, my father and mother spoke a hesitant, accented, not always grammatical English…” That’s what I meant. When Richard’s parents spoke in public, they would be a little hesitant. That’s how I feel. You try to say it, but you stammer and sputter like a car that ran out of gas, and then you don’t make a noise after all that, and you are thinking

 

 

                       

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"Give it time."

Posted by Antonio Reveron in English 2 - Pahomov on Thursday, November 17, 2011 at 1:41 pm

“Miguel, wake up! It’s snowing!” My baby sister scared the heck out me, but in doing so, she got me up and running towards a nearby window. Pull the blinds up in a flash. It’s no lie. Snow was falling from the gray clouds in the sky above. Falling, falling beautifully. A smile appeared on my face. It was my first time seeing snow. Seeing snow reminds me what happened about a year ago.

I go back to Puerto Rico. It’s a place where you would never see snow down there. You’d see the beauty of the Tropics, the white sandy beaches, the crystal clear Caribbean Sea, palm trees swaying in the warm tropical wind that would flow over us. My community was a great community. My family and I knew everyone around us, and everyone knew my family and me. We would walk into stores for buying food, clothing, etc, and they would say hello or wave to us, and then we’d get into conversations about how has our day been, what’s been going in your life, the latest gossip, chats like that. (The gossip refers to my Mom.) My community was a community I loved. So if it was a good community, why did I leave Puerto Rico? It turns out I had no choice. Like all good things, they must come to an end. We struggled financially for a certain time. I knew it. We couldn’t make payments on our home. It wasn’t looking good.

We had to move out, but where? The answer was kind of obvious. The United States. We packed up what we needed, clothing, food, merchandise that mattered to us. Stuff like that. We made sure we didn’t forget the papers and passports. My Mom kept nagging Dad about it. One more of those, and Dad was ready to flip out. I was ready to flip out as well. I mean, I know she’s want to make sure we don’t forget anything we need, but it’s like she pokes us about it. She’s like “Hey, hey. You get the papers and passports. Did you? We can’t forget them.” Okay, we won’t the damn thing! I ready to here from Dad, but he never said it. Even when we got into the country, he stayed cool.

Speaking of coming into the country, America was a new experience for us. We entered JFK International Airport. That’s in New York City. We saw buildings reach up high in the sky, many automobiles, so many people in suits. There were so many things in New York City. However, there are some bad things in America I heard of. Lots of violence, an obesity problem (which was kind of obvious), and “party hooters.” The first night in our new American home, and the party hooters I told you about, yeah… it was a rough night for our family. At first I didn’t think this could work.

5 days being in our new home, I told Mom, “I don’t this could work.” She asked what I meant. I told her, “We moving to America. I mean it’s been rough these past few weeks.” Mom gave me a solution that she thought right off the top of her. “Give it time.”

With that, I think about these past months of being here, and well… she was right. Aren’t all moms right? Anyway, Mom finds a job at the New York Times headquarters. She works in a normal cubical like any other person in office. She just checks and edits a person’s article. Sounds boring. Here this, because of her work on, she got promoted to being the editor’s secretary. Dad has a job on art. I must have forgotten to mention that Dad is an artist. Loves to draw, paint, anything to make his art pop out, to inspire, to… make you feel. Apparently, what happen to start of Dad’s new art career. He made an art store on corner of where we live now, and a contractor comes into his store (I’m saying it from him), he said the contractor loved his art. Every art piece in the store had a theme to it. He offered him a deal that Dad could not refuse. He would sell his art around the world, to art museums, galleries, etc. He would supply him with his own art materials. Hearing all this from Mom and Dad, I’m like, “Wow.” I’m just amazed that we have come Puerto Rico in a financial crisis, and here we are. School is working out for me, too. I made good friends during these past months. I even showed them one of Dad’s paintings, I hear ooh’s and aah’s. One of my teachers said, “It’s remarkable. Your Dad must have an incredible mind to make such fantastic imagery.”

So yeah, I miss Puerto Rico, my old friends, my old community, but I have a new community that I like now. It’s my new home, have new friends, and I experience a weather change up here as well. I’m so use to warmth of Puerto Rico. Now I have to get used to cold winters, but at least I see a new kind of precipitation. And I can do cool activities in it as well. So I guess that wraps up my internal monologue. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going sledding.


 

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Why I Write

Posted by Antonio Reveron in English 2 - Pahomov on Thursday, October 20, 2011 at 2:24 pm
Why is it that I write? I'll tell you why. It's important to have literacy. To read, to understand. I write so people know my topic. I write so I understand. I write so people can see my topic. I write just for the heck of it. I write to spell. I write to chat. I write to be beneficial. I write for a lot of things. Writing is important on this planet. A world without written literacy is a world with no language(s). A world that has no language is world with no understanding. If our world was like that today, we'd be in caves, scratching our heads and butts figuring what a rock is. Writing is essential to the human race.





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My Element Print Project

Posted by Antonio Reveron on Friday, June 10, 2011 at 12:39 pm
My element is Ruthenium. It is used to strengthen metals and protect them from corrosion. That is how I came up with a shield as an idea. It "shields" metals from corrosion.
We came up with ideas for our element drawing. Drew it on tracing paper. Put on linoleum squares, backwards. Painted them. Put it on paper, and came out forward. It was done. Well if you wanted background paper, then you're done.
My thoughts were the project was difficult at first, but was then easy. The hardest thing was coming up with an idea in the first place. The easiest thing was everything else once I came up with the idea.

Alisha Clark
Alisha's design was interesting. As a matter fact, it wasn't a design I was expecting.

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My Perspective Drawing

Posted by Antonio Reveron on Tuesday, April 5, 2011 at 12:44 pm
Jovan Lewis
Your drawing looks like I'm looking right into it from a window, or like I'm standing in there.
Michael Hall
The windows are good. The detail around it, especially the blinds are drawn well. Just color it a little darker.
Maryam Biuibrahim
Your picture is upside-down, yet when I turned my head to see it, the tables popped out like it was in a 3D movie. 


The project was to draw a perspective of our art room or your bedroom or whatever room in your house. I drew the front wall of the art room. I started with the back wall. Then worked on the ceiling and floor. After that, I tried to detail the back wall as best as I can. What was easy to learn was the setup. The hard part to learn was the detail. It took me three to four class periods to get back wall.
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Mi amigos: Conjugation

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Wednesday, March 9, 2011 at 11:51 am
Esta es una foto de mis amigos. Mis amigos se llama Khari y Miguel. Son muy cómicos. Es por eso que todos los hablaís comico Mi, tambíen.  Hablamos mucho y a veces ven la televisión y musíca.
¿Y yo? Juego
videojuegos, hablo beisbol y estudio español.
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Conjucon Antonio

Posted by Antonio Reveron on Tuesday, March 8, 2011 at 12:57 pm
¡Hola​ amigos! Mi nombre es Antonio. Tengo 15 años. Jugeo videojugeos y apprendo es por eso que casi nunca socialble. Tambíen soy súper bobo es por eso que casi nunca serio. Es no cierto. Yo soy serio.
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mi familia de Antonio

Posted by Antonio Reveron on Tuesday, March 1, 2011 at 12:26 pm
Aquí  tengo una foto de mi familia
Tiene una familia es más o menos
La mujer es mi madre. Tienes 39 años. El hombre es mi padre. Tienes 45 años. El chico es MI
El
nombre de mi padres es Miguel y Karen
Nuestros favor actividades es salida

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I am learning Illustrator

Posted by Antonio Reveron on Thursday, January 20, 2011 at 10:40 am
We learned the pen tool.
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"Los Seres Queridos en Mi Vida"

Posted by Antonio Reveron on Tuesday, January 4, 2011 at 4:21 pm
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Mi Espacio

Posted by Antonio Reveron on Monday, November 22, 2010 at 9:55 am
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How to say Where are you from, What time it ts, and Weather in Spanish

Posted by Antonio Reveron in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Tuesday, November 2, 2010 at 12:39 pm

¿De Dondé eres?

 

·      ¿De Dondé eres? (th thon-day air-res): Where are you from?

 

·      Pero vivo en (Per-ro Be-bo in): I live in...

·      Soy de (Soy thay): I’m from...

 

·      Yo, también (Jo, tom-be-en): Me, too

 

 

¿Qué hora es?

 

·      ¿Qué hora es/son? (kay or-a s/son): What time is it?

 

·      Es la una (s lah oo-na): It’s one o’clock

·      Son las dos, tres, cuatro,... (son lahs): It’s two, three, four,... through twelve o’clock

 

·      Numeros: Uno (oo-no): 1, Dos (dohs): 2, Tres (trehs): 3, Cuatro (Qua-tro): 4, Cinco (sinko): 5, Sies (says): 6, Siete (see-eh-tay): 7, Ocho ( Oh-cho): 8, Nueve (nu-a-vay): 9, Diez (Dee-ez): 10, Once (Own-say): 11,  Doce (Doh-say): 12

 

·      Y cuarto (e quar-to): Quarter after

·      Y media (e may-dee-a): Half

·      Menos (Men-nohs): Minutes before

 

¿Qué tiempo hace hoy?

 

·      ¿Qué tiempo hace hoy? (kay tee-m-poe ah-say oy): What is the temperture?

·      Hace frio / calor / viento / sol (ah-say free-oh / cah-lor / ben-toe / soul): It’s freezing / hot / windy / sunny

 

 

·      Bastanté (Ba-ston-tay): very

 

·      Está nublado / lloviendo / nevando (new-blah-doh / jo-be-end-do / ne-van-do): It’s cloudy / rainy / snowy

 

·      Llueve (lu-ay-vay): Very rainy

 

·      Nieva (nee-a-va): Very snowy

 

·      Humedad (oo-meh-dad): Humid

 

·      Grados (grah-dohs): Degrees

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