Introduction:

My goal for writing this paper was to bring up a topic that not many really think of. We don’t realize how much it could be affecting us and this topic is how violent music can be influential to society. I’m proud of the research I found and how it worked really well with what I was trying to get across. Music is such an important part of who we all are as people. It is used for many different aspects of life and knowing that it could be doing no good to society is important to pay attention too.

As humans, we don’t think about how influential music may be in society. Music is a form of art. It is a positive outlet for people and a way for people to express their feelings. These feelings can be good or bad and this is where we need to look deeper. Music can dig deep into someone’s emotional status and can lead to certain thoughts or feelings. Now the question is, is violent music influencing our society? This is important to be mindful of because children and adolescents are so into music nowadays. Hip hop, R&B, and Rap are genres that are so popular and there are the ones that can infiltrate violent messages into society the most. Not knowing what is right in front of you isn’t an option. Music can be a part of the reasons why violence is such a problem to society and why people may act the way they do.

Rap is a creative way to form and pair words together to create a hit. Rap music is what most teens listen to today and rap music can often emphasize the idea of violence. An article by, Nakia Jackson, called What Influence and Effects Does Rap Music Have on Teens Today? talks about different ways Rap music can be effective in positive and negative ways. “Rap was born in poor urban communities where violence may be poorly controlled, but social and economic factors can play a much greater role in the prevalence of violence.” This quote is mainly focusing on the idea of how rap music was already created because of the violence that was spread around into society. As mentioned before, music can be used to express feelings and this quote basically says the area where rap was born was just a way for people to explain what they were facing in their community. Also, how she mentions that social and economic factors take a bigger toll in the society which can be true. Lower class communities are where violence takes place the most because as said in the quote, it is “poorly controlled”. There are bigger issues to be aware of that violent music affecting society, especially where the origins of rap music came from.

Some people may view music as nothing harmless. It isn’t something physical but something that means much more in a emotional, intellectual, and spiritual way. A study was done by researchers from Iowa State University and the Texas Department of Human services. The study was published by the American Psychological Association (APA) and it proved that violent music lyrics increase aggressive thoughts and feelings. This necessarily does not have to do with crimes nor creating violence throughout society. This has to do with the fact about how thoughts and feelings can form negatively within a person, leading to physical action. A person who knows someone in a vulnerable place should take this into consideration. Violent music can cause someone to make choices they will later regret in life and knowing these type of facts can prevent that in the future.

Music can be used as a coping method for those who want an escape from the world. In these times, females can be more driven into letting music affect them negatively than men. An article published by the American Academy of Pediatrics goes into depth about how music and all of its aspects can have an impact on children and adolescents. “Female adolescents are more likely than male adolescents to use music to reflect their emotional state, in particular when feeling lonely or “down.” This proves females are more likely to lean on music in their rough times because of their emotional status. As we look at adolescents, it is more important to pay more attention to them since they are still trying to figure themselves out. At times they might feel like no one is truly there for them because they are going through the changes of life and becoming adults. They might feel like music is the only way to uplift them and sometimes even bring out the worst in them.

As a society, we should begin to realize what is right in front of our faces. Certain genres are what bring this trait to music and music artist should see that it won’t always do good for the society. They probably aren’t aware of what they are actually doing to their community. Most violent music is songs about the struggle and the horrible things they had to do to survive. If we don’t want our people to be under the impression then a change has to be made. Science and the Medicine field are giving out proven facts as well. We don’t want our children and adolescents to be mistaken that some of these actions are okay by the music they are listening to. Creators, listeners, viewers, and bystanders need to step in and see violent music does have an impact on society.

Taking one step at a time

My goal was to show people how I felt throughout the process of accepting my height. I talk about ways that helped me accept being short and the disadvantages and advantages that helped me overcome everything.  I also go a little into how it is okay to be different and not everyone is capable of everything. Lastly, the writing skills I would like to improve on is always making sure everything flows and being very descriptive so the reader won't be confused. 

Acceptance

The word acceptance means “the action of consenting to receive or undertake something offered.” Now everyone has to learn about acceptance in their life, but me, I had to learn very early. I didn’t get to learn the easy way and being short is something that wasn’t offered to me, it is something that I am now stuck with for the rest of my life.

I sat there on my bed, staring up into the ceiling. I looked at my little legs and said to myself, “Why am I so short?” I tried to think of all the reasons, such as not eating the right foods or maybe it was my family genetics. I couldn’t stop pondering because I needed some closure. Everyone around me would not stop talking about the fact that I was so short. They made it seem like it wasn’t normal being short, and I didn’t want to be the girl that wasn’t normal or be the short girl at all. My height took so many things away from me, like standing in a big crowd waiting for the next celebrity to take the stage.

“Hey Briannie, you good?” my friend asks me while we are in a big crowd where everyone is literally on top of one another. “I guess,” I say knowing that I am not good. Concerts can be a pain sometimes, especially when you are only 5 feet tall in the middle of the crowd where there is no air to breath. In my head, I was thinking, “Is Nicki Minaj really worth passing out in the middle of all these people?” It was like there was no air down around me. Since I was so small and there were all these giants surrounding me, there was so much body heat on me. At that point, I gave up and left the crowd.

Being short interferes with these life activities and that is when it becomes a struggle. I can’t fully experience things like this because there is no way to fix it. I feel like the outcast, and I feel like I’m missing out. When there are disadvantages I can’t solve, it would be used against me and that was the hardest part to accept. Whether it was a joke or not, being teased would hurt. I always wondered what it would feel  like to be tall and to be able to actually see. The best way I did learn to accept it was short people aren’t the only ones who get teased about their height. There are things I can do that others wouldn’t be able to do because of their height as well. Although, there are some disadvantages that I could solve unlike this one.

“Briannie!” I rushed downstairs to the loud sound of my name. “Yes?” I asked very calmly. “Can you grab the two bowls on the top shelf?” my mom asked as she pointed to the shelf where the bowls were placed. “No problem, I got you.” As I walked over to the cabinet, I picked up a chair from the dining room table and placed it right against the cabinet. I hopped onto the chair and grabbed the bowls. I handed them to my mom, got down from the chair and put the chair back at the dining room table. “You’re a lifesaver,” my mom said with a little grin on her face.

I had to be very open to all options when trying to solve most of my disadvantages as a short person. Not being able to reach things that are high up can be frustrating. When I would finally solve some of my disadvantages, I didn’t feel like the outcast or the girl that wasn’t normal. It helped me come over the insecurities of being short. It opened my mind up that there are always solutions to most things and when there isn’t, it’s okay. Not everyone is perfect and there are always gonna be people who have higher advantages than others.

Experience after experience, my height has defined who I am. There are always gonna be disadvantages that I won’t be able to solve and have learned to accept that. I feel if I wasn’t short, I wouldn’t be the same person. Watching all of the tall people, and seeing how the struggles I went through were so easy for them made me feel a certain type of way. It made me wonder and hate the fact I was short. All of my life, everyone has used my height as a joke towards me or teased me or even use it as a description. I am not sad anymore when someone jokes about my height or teases me, I just laugh with them. Whenever someone does use my height to describe me, it gives me a feeling that I am different from most people and it is okay to be different. My height is something I love about myself and no one can take that away from me.

Is It Good or Evil?

Everything in the world is identified as a certain stereotype such as, good or evil. People believe in many different things no matter if they are good or bad. Society is different in many ways which is why everyone will always have a different opinion. People identify certain things as good or evil with the thoughts that are put into their heads. Jesus is a man who gave up his life for other people’s sins. He sits on a Cross and this is suppose to represent how much Jesus has done for us. Catholics believe what Jesus did is a good thing but others do not. Others believe that what happened to Jesus was cruel. An object can symbolize both good and evil because people interpret the meaning of it in different ways and what seems right to them.

The “Lord of the Flies” by William Golding is a book that focuses on the thought of what is civilized or savage. Boys are stranded on an island and they go through a series of changes in their actions and emotions. Towards the beginning of the book when most of the boys are introduced, they set a rule for the conch. “I’ll give the conch to the next person to speak. He can hold it when he’s speaking.” (33) The conch was a shell used to bring all of the boys together. The boys could never get everyone to be silent while one of them was talking. It gave the right to only let one of the boys speak at a time. If one person was not holding the conch, they did not have the right to speak. The boys wanted to keep rules so that everyone would be kept under control since there were leaders, who were Ralph and Jack. The conch set boundaries for the boys and played a part in ways for them to gain respect for each other. It helped them keep an organized system and it had some type of good power to it. It represented good in the beginning because they were using it in a way so that everyone would have a voice.

In some families, hanging Crosses around the house symbolizes good. People believe that having the Cross in their home will keep the demons out and they will be protected at all times. A man named Billy Graham wrote an article called “The Meaning of the Cross”.  It talks about how the Cross shows the depth of people’s sins. Sometimes someone does not realize the actual meaning of their sins, but seeing the Cross reminds them of that. The Cross acts as a pardon for those who aren’t ready for death. “Now,” said the man, “write this beneath them all: The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth from all sin” (Cf. 1 John 1:7). Having the Cross around gives people the thought that they will go to heaven even if they have sinned. It shows that there is always a way for God to forgive everyone for all the bad they have done. In these ways the Cross symbolizes good since there is so much positive meaning to it just as the conch.

The conch didn’t last long at all. The boys were pushing away the system they had created because each boy wanted to be heard and the conch couldn’t control that. Since the boys were stranded on an island, they began to show savage-like behavior. The conch began to represent evil because before they stopped using it, they were using the conch to have a voice over everyone else’s. “You’re hindering Ralph. You’re not letting him get to the most important thing.” (34) Piggy, who was one of the other boys on the island, was never really heard from the boys. He had a little more sense of the situation they were in and the boys were not listening to Piggy, which is why the conch did not go as planned. The leaders set up these rules so that they could follow a system, but having the conch really only made one person overpower the rest. The main people being heard in the group were the leaders, but mostly Ralph.

What happened to Jesus on the Cross was crucial. People think that Jesus being nailed to the Cross was not a good thing at all since it was torture. He was treated like an animal and suffered in one of the worst ways possible. People who do not believe in Catholicism may think that what happened to him was also bad and even people who believe in Catholicism. A church in North Philadelphia wrote an article called “7 Things the Death of Jesus Accomplished”. They go into depth for the “actual” reason Jesus was crucified. The people who killed Jesus did not believe Jesus was working against the Devil but with the Devil. Jesus was being punished for what they had thought he was doing. He was being punished for not only working with the Devil but for incited riots and engaging in treason. This is a way why people think the Cross is an evil thing since what happened to Jesus was being done purposely. Since the conch began to represent evil, it’s an example of the Cross since there are both good and evil sides to it.

Yes officer, I’m okay.

My story? You want to hear about the whole day?

Okay…

So I was walking home from school. From my fourth new school. I hated the school I currently attended. It sucked being the new kid every time. Everyone thought I was a weirdo but I really didn’t care. I was a 16 year old girl that could care less of what people thought about me. I didn't fit in with the others. Maybe because I was quiet and didn't like opening myself up to others. My favorite part of the day came up, leaving school.

After 10 minutes of walking, I finally got home. I seen that my mother was making my favorite for dinner, barbecued wings with mashed potatoes and broccoli. As soon as I came face to face with my mother she asked me how school was. I didn’t like when my mother would ask me how school was because i would give her the same answer every time. It was miserable. But I would always answer her. I respected her. So I just tell her my day was okay or that it was an awful day.

I was always completely honest with my mom. I never lied to her about how I was feeling. We'd been through so much together and she was my biggest supporter. My mother was pretty chill about everything which I loved about her. She would give the greatest advice and would always tell me to be my own person.  And that’s exactly what I did. My mom was like my best friend. I loved her with all of my heart. I never wanted things to end up the way they did.

It was just my mother and I living at another temporary home. We moved from our old house because my father began to harass us again after he had found us. My father never got over the fact that my mother left him, he would always come back. She left him because he was a drunk and always got fired from his jobs. He was a deadbeat. My mother couldn’t deal with it anymore so we decided to move every once in a while and hoped he never find us. It was exhausting and it took a toll on my mother.

I never had a close bond with my father because he would always judge me for the kind of person I am. He would always tell me to fix my hair. He would tell me to put some makeup on and wear girly clothes. Honestly, I believed that my father didn’t say those things as friendly advice. I believe he said those things so he could have something good to look at all day. Do you know what it's like for a girl to only see her father as a pervert. Of course you don't don't answer. I wish I could love him as any daughter would love their dad but I wasn't normal. I had the prevented and messed up father.

My father would always be really friendly with me, which is why I always kept my distance. I didn’t want to believe my father would look at me in that way but he did. And there was nothing I could do about it. He basically owned me and my mother by owning our fear of him. No one would ever know what ya like to live in constant fear.

Every time there was a knock on our door, I can see the look in my mother’s widened eyes that believed, Could it be my father?

Around 10pm, my mother was watching her lifetime movies and I was sitting at the dining room table doing my homework.

There was loud banging on our door and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. My mother looked at me and then slowly got up from the couch to go open the door.

Something in my gut told me, it was my father. The urgency and inconsistency of the knocks maybe gave it away.

My mother peeked through the peephole of the door and she immediately told me to go upstairs. I disobeyed her. I had to be brave.

She opened the door and tried to keep it somewhat closed but my father swung it open with excessive force.

As soon as the door swung open he began to say all of these crazy things. He was shouting so loud it felt as if my ears were gonna explode. He was drunk and high, like he always was. It was an inner demon he couldn't get rid of.

My mother kept saying that he had to leave and that he couldn’t be here right now. She was just as scared as I was but put up a better front.

My father grabbed my mother and began kissing her and caressing her. I just didn't know what to do I was frozen with shock. My mother got angry and pushed him off of her. Then, he seemed so full of rage.

My mother kept shouting at him to leave and the only thing I can do is stand there in total shock, I didn't  move. I couldn’t do anything. What I should have done was call you guys. I know that now. I'm sorry. I should've. Everything I learned about calling the police just flew away in this time.

After a lot of yelling at each other, I seen my father reaching to the back of his pants. It was a gun. He pulled it out and first pointed it at me, and began to threaten my mother. If she didn't comply with him he would shoot me. My mom started crying hysterically and began shouting, “Shoot me, not her.”

Tears ran down my face. I didn’t know whether my father was gonna pull the trigger or not.

He then pointed the gun at my mother and time stopped. It was as if everything was in slow motion. The five bullets that pierced through the air hit different parts of her body. She had fallen to the ground really really hard. I screamed and ran over to my mother. I kept repeating “Just look at me mom everything's gonna be okay.”

She then whispered “I love you Mariana.” and she took her last breath.

Oh no, I have no idea where my father is now. I was only worried about my mother.

Since the day I was born, family has always been by my side through whatever. Through the drama, the tragedies, the unforgettable moments, and the good times. Many people aren’t as close to their great grandmother because they either didn’t get to meet them or they never seen them as often. Well it’s different for me, I was close with my great grandmother, Auristela. She was such a sweetheart and always worried about her family. The bond she had with everyone is the true definition of a great family bond. Unfortunately, everything came crashing down the day we lost her. Auristela’s wish was for our family to always stay together and not lose contact. She wanted to make us realize how important family is. We all made sure to not break her promise so we had the best family reunion ever.

It was August 23, 2013 and it was a very hot day. Sweat dripping down everyone’s faces and kids running around having the time of their lives. I was helping my mom setting down the food on the tables and when I tell you there were a bunch of bees, there were a bunch of bees! My mom kept telling me to not worry but I was only 10 years old, I couldn’t help myself. All of my cousins arrived from Philadelphia which I was ecstatic about. They were like siblings to me because I never had siblings to mess and tons of fun with. Everyone had red and white on, my great grandmother’s favorite rose colors. There was a basketball court where I played basketball with my cousins, then I went to the playground to play with my more younger cousins. My cousin, Josh, who is my age thought he was super cool doing tricks on the playground equipment. He was on the monkey bars and was swinging back and forth upside down. I told him plenty of times to get down before he fell but he didn’t listen. Everyone tells me I’m the mother of the kids, anyways he did fall and I laughed because I told him so. He got really upset so he went to his mom and stayed with her for the rest of the day. In the playground there was a rocking horse, I’m not sure of the exact name but my cousin and I were both on it. I’m sure by saying you already know it did not end well. My cousin began slipping off the back of the horse and she was grabbing me so she wouldn’t fall. We both fell and I crashed her when we landed. The ground to the playground were like little pebbles so it wasn't the greatest landing.

When it got dark everyone came closer together and we had a nice time telling stories and just laughing. I would have to say this was a great family reunion. This was the first family reunion my family has ever done. It was really exciting because people I hardly see were there and people closest to me were there as well. It was what my great grandmother wanted and we fulfilled her dying wish. It was very hard for all of us when we lost her because she was a big part in everyone’s life. Every time I spent a summer in New York my grandmother and I went to her house to bring her breakfast and coffee. We would help her grocery shop and sometimes just go for fun. It would always put a smile on her face knowing we were there for her every step of the way.

Being older now I have realized family is such a big inspiration in my life. Even through the toughest time we would never push each other away. I’m mostly closest with my mother’s family but I always keep contact with some parts of my father’s family. I will always know that family is most important and I will never let someone down when they need me the most. It breaks my heart when I know someone who doesn’t have family to lean on through the toughest times. Hope fully reading this, it will inspire you to get in touch with family you haven’t heard from or cherish those you are most closest with.

It’s Briannie Matos again with another post about anxiety. As you know anxiety is a very serious topic. Throughout the beginning of my research I found a bunch of facts and statistics about anxiety. You can find all of this information in my first blog post, which you should really go check out! As my original research I decided to interview my Aunt who suffers from anxiety. I learned so much about her and she gave great advice to those who also suffer from anxiety. If you would like to listen to the interview and read more about my topic you should go check out my second blog post as well.

Anxiety is really such a big part of my life and I wanted to show people that there are ways to cope with it. For my agent of change I decided to create a care package for my aunt who was also apart of my original research. In the basket there will be a 2 books, some chocolate, and some puzzles, such as crossword and wordsearch. I know this will help her because she has a hard time everyday dealing with her anxiety. She does live in New York so I will be mailing it over to her house so she wouldn’t have to wait until I go to visit her.

Thinking of how I wanted to do my agent of change was very difficult. At first I wanted to give care packages to those who have anxiety but I realized it wouldn’t have worked out because of the costs. After that, I wanted to raffle off some care packages but it was too late and I did not have enough time. That’s when my English teacher, Ms. Giknis, gave me the idea of making homemade stress balls and even gave me a way to make them. The stress balls did not work out either so that’s when I just decided to make a care package for my aunt.

Here are images of me putting together the care package for my aunt.

Going more into anxiety has made me understand it so much more. I knew anxiety was bad but getting to know more about my aunt’s anxiety and reading articles about other people has really opened up my eyes more. I will say it was a great experience actually getting to become an agent of change instead of just having to write a paper about everything I learned about. This project was very different but a good different. I’m glad I got to learn so much more about anxiety because now I know how to help my friends and family who suffer from anxiety, including myself.

Having to deal with anxiety is a real big struggle, especially when you need medication to control it. It’s a disorder that just can’t go away but it’s something that people can learn to cope with. I’ve learned many great ways to cope with anxiety and now for the future I plan to keep on helping those who suffer from anxiety.

This is an image of my aunt, my grandmother, and my mother. Even though she suffers from anxiety she will always have that big smile on her face.

Please visit my annotated bibliography for more information.

My element was Xenon and it’s atomic number is 54. The name Xenon comes from a greek word “xenon” which means stranger. It is a noble gas and it was discovered through the study of liquified air just like krypton and neon. You can find Xenon in flash cameras, movie projectors, car headlights, nuclear reactors, and oxidizing agents. Since Xenon is in flash cameras I decided to draw a camera because it seemed more different to do. Finding the right camera to draw was a little difficult until I found the perfect one. It’s kind of an old camera that you wouldn’t see as much today but, personally it went well with my element. Next time instead of drawing a camera I would draw a movie projector because that’s something I can get really creative with. The part I enjoyed the most was creating my print because it very different than most art. I love to draw and I just love art overall. This was something that I took serious and had fun with.

Hello, it’s Briannie Matos again, a Freshman at Science Leadership Academy and I am doing the You & The World Project. In my first blog post I stated a lot of facts and statistics about anxiety. Anxiety is a very personal topic for me and you can look at my first blog post for more information.
In an article I read called Hundreds of Psychology Studies are Wrong talks about how genetics can be related to why people have anxiety. This article was just recently posted on May 1, 2017 and it states in another recent article called  The Conversation researchers went around a hospital and examined the anxiety of parents and children. The article also talks about how the absence of a father can affect their children dramatically, more specifically their daughters. Their daughters could become sexually promiscuous at a young age, meaning having sexual content frequently and not caring who the sexual partner is. Genetics can have something to do with it anxiety because as a child you can naturally have traits from your parents. Just how you can have your mother’s looks or your father’s looks, you can have anxiety through genetics. Many people in my family has anxiety, so having anxiety through genetics could be true.



This is a photo of my aunt, Lisette, who suffers from anxiety and my grandmother.

For my original research I decided to interview my aunt, Lisette from New
York. She is someone who has to take medication to control her anxiety. Since she is in New York, she agreed to have the interview over the phone. During the call, one thing that stood out to me was when my aunt says her anxiety begins because everyone always depends on her and she doesn’t know how to say no. My aunt can be a very nice and at times way too nice. When my aunt’s anxiety is to crazy to control she sometimes has to cancel her plans because she gets in a bad mood and doesn’t feel like doing anything.
As a mother it can affect her on many ways because whenever her children need her sometimes she can’t be there. It’s really overwhelming for her because when she can’t control her anxiety and when her anxiety kicks in, she can be very emotional. My aunt would start hyperventilating and she would just begin to cry. I asked her What advice would you offer other people who deal with anxiety?, her answer was, to not let anyone depend on you as much, and that it is okay to say no sometimes. A way my aunt copes with anxiety is using religion. For example, she listens to gospel music to calm her nerves and let the positivity in. She also reads Joyce Meyer books who is a Christian author and a speaker.
You can visit my annotated bibliography for more information of the resources that were used.

Here is a photo of me while doing my interview over the phone with my aunt. She was so excited to help out because she would also love to help others with anxiety.

Negative space is the space around the picture that is being shown. In this photo the negative space would be the pink on the left and the green on the right.

When cutting out my picture I just identified the negative space as the dark space. Technically the background of the bird.

Negative space helps the artist see the boundaries of the positive space. It was clever and creative because it lets the viewers see the object in an image.

Hi, my name is Briannie Matos, a freshman at Science Leadership Academy. For my english class, we were assigned a You & The World project where you choose a topic you feel is important and you become an agent of change. I decided to do my project on Anxiety because it is apart of my life and I want to help others with it too.

Anxiety is a mental health disorder characterized by feelings of worry or fear. Many of my family members and friends have anxiety, including myself. My Aunt is one of the only people I know that actually takes medication for anxiety. Sometimes I see how bad it affects her because if she is anxious or nervous about something her hands would start to shake and she would at times start to cry.  Seeing people deal with anxiety is pretty overwhelming because I can see how tough it is for them to get through the day. I want to help find a way for people to cope with anxiety. Having a specific routine and habit can help with anxiety. For example, the way I get through the day is with my chain that has cross on it. I simply rub on the cross and it tends to calm me down and keep me relaxed. For others, stress balls could help or exercising daily. It’s a big issue because some people have to take medication and have treatment. It can interfere with daily activities and it can also affect children.

Anxiety can interfere with someone’s daily life and it depends on how bad you have anxiety. People need medication and some don’t. Anxiety affects 40 million people in the United States, ages 18 and older. Those with anxiety are most likely to be hospitalized for psychiatric disorder than people who don’t have anxiety. Only one-third of people suffering from anxiety receive treatment. When having anxiety, it is likely to have depression as well. Symptoms and signs of anxiety are:

• Feeling on edge

• Difficulty concentrating

• Mind tends to go blank

• Sleeping problems

• Muscle tension

Anxiety affects one in every eight children in the U.S. According to what the ADAA says, Anxiety disorders cost the U.S. more than $42 billion a year, almost one-third of the country's $148 billion total mental health bill.

This line graph shows college students percentage of anxiety, depression, and relationship problem. Anxiety increased throughout the years 2010-2013. Being under the pressure of anxiety as a student can be very overwhelming. Especially when trying to concentrate on your work and studies. Two anxiety disorders are Panic Disorder and Social Anxiety Disorder. Panic Disorder is when having unexpected panic attacks. Panic disorders are most likely for women than men and 6 million people in the U.S., which is 2.7% of the U.S. population, have panic disorder. Social Anxiety Disorder is when a person has an unreasonable fear of social situations, this is also called social phobia. Social Anxiety Disorder are common for both men and women around the age of 13. 15 million people in the U.S. have Social Anxiety Disorder, which is 6.8% of the U.S. population.

Overall, anxiety will always be apart of my life and I’m excited to see what I can do to help others with anxiety. You can visit my annotated bibliography for more information.

Printmaking is a way of making art. Printmaking are designs and pictures printed on a more likely a plate or block. Sharpening tools are used to carve a design out. After your design is carved out, you would use ink to transfer the design onto the surface you want the design on. Printmaking is important because art has a way of speaking to everyone. There are so many beautiful designs that people have carved out. Engraving is one of the oldest art forms and throughout the centuries, it has turned into printmaking.

This design is a common design but very beautiful. I notice how the top of the design is white over black and the bottom is black over white. I wonder what made the artist to it this way but it was a good choice. I also noticed how the background of both trees aren’t similar. It’s cool like that because it’s like giving you 2 sides of the tree and the weather of where the tree is at.

Me llamo Briannie Matos,

Soy hija única y Puertorriqueña.

En Filadelfia yo nací,

Mi familia es muy importante para mi.

Hablo con confianza.

Bailo para representar mi cultura.

Dibujo para mostrar mi inspiración.

Veo el mundo como hogar.

Somos Puertorriqueños.

Hablamos español y inglés.

Comemos arroz con gandules.

Visitamos a Puerto Rico.

Vivimos en Filadelfia.