The sky was bright and full of puffy white clouds. The air had a slight smell of rain and it was really humid. This was a pretty warm day for mid-April. I was wearing my favorite blue dress. The waist had blue flowers and I had put on a jean jacket over it so my outfit would be more “school appropriate.” After school, I was walking down the steps into the train station and I heard someone say,
“How old are you?”
There were a bunch of people at the train station, I did not think they were talking to me. Hundreds of conversations were buzzing around on the steps at 15th street. So, I proceed to walk underground towards the Comcast Center. I can feel someone follow me but I’m not sure; so I keep walking and move to the left.
“Ohh you cut me off” A male voice says jokingly.
“Oh, sorry” I muttered trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
At this point I was focusing on getting near people so I’d feel more comfortable. There was minimal light in this hallway and we were the only people walking. My heart was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but my mind knew better. My pace quickened a bit as I got further into the underground
“That dress is short!” he chuckles.
At that moment I’m thinking to myself ‘Are you serious man?’ I was trying to get rid of the thought that this man was following me a block and a half underground. ‘Maybe he’s just going the same way as me!’ was the thought I tried to keep in my head. All I could do is be annoyed that he felt the need to tell me about my outfit and make me feel uncomfortable as he followed me underground.
“How old are you?”
He was now next to my left shoulder tailing about two feet behind me.
I said in a hurry. I was so shocked that I even said the wrong age. I had been 16 for around four months I was just so blank at that moment.
“Oh shit! Sorry, my bad thought you were older.”
He muttered as he walked back in the opposite direction towards the exit.
After, I was astonished. This man really just followed me through the train station. I mean it’s my body I’m allowed to wear whatever I want. No one deserves to be followed because someone is interested in them because of how much skin they show.
There are so many different variables that resulted in me wearing this outfit so I purposely would not get called out or harassed. I tugged at my dress constantly, wore a jean jacket to cover my arms; things that I wasn’t insecure about became things I was adamant about hiding. I know that what I wear does not give anyone the right to harass me. This is the kind of violence I am faced with most often.
The way that this man acted showed me that to him, girls who dress nice can either be one of two things; fashionable or asking for it and fashionable. Nothing about me said that I wanted him to follow me in a dimly lit hallway. I was minding my business yet, I was still street harassed.
Exploring more into why these things happen, I looked into music. Specifically, hip hop music. The lyrics say one thing, but the actions of the artist are another. Young rapper Xxxtentacion is currently in jail for assaulting his pregnant ex-girlfriend. He has a large fan base that often use the hashtag ‘FreeX’ because they believe that he is innocent. Kodak Black is another rapper that was previously in jail for being accused of raping a fan back in February 2016. In the article ‘Xxxtentacion, Kodak Black & Rap’s Ugly Embrace of Sexual Assault’ the author highlights the fans acceptance of these harsh crimes saying that, “#FreeKodak and #FreeX may have started as rallying cries for pre existing fans trying to maintaining their innocence, but in reality, they’ve acted as advertisements to bring in new listeners. Not only are these alleged crimes not slowing down the careers of either artist, they’re boosting their profiles.” Not only does this normalize that kind of behavior, it also perpetuates the fact that the victim may be lying. Whether these accusations are true or not, victim blaming will still happen and fans will still buy their music regardless and this violence will still happen.
This dismissive behavior of sexual assault and harassment becomes a never ending cycle. The article also highlights the fact that, “Of course, that didn’t stop #FreeKodak from taking over the internet, prioritizing a man’s squandered talents over a woman’s accusation that many still aren’t taking seriously. ...which helped him earn the first top 10 hit of his career.” In result of this, music may play a role, but the artist can also have influence. They live without shame and the women never get justice.Women are constantly having to face the music, literally. So many songs degrade us and non chalantly talk about sexual violence and harassment as a hook for their song. For example, in Rick Ross’s song ‘U.O.E.N.O’ he raps, “Put molly all in her champagne/She ain’t even know it/ I took her home and I enjoyed that/She ain’t even know it” He is literally talking about drugging a woman and raping her in a song. The only thing the news has said about this is that this lyric is “controversial.” Not only is it controversial, but it is him making money off of talking about sexual violence and having no consequences. The common mindset is, ‘As long as he didn’t actually do it, it's fine.’ What people are failing to realize that normalizing this behavior makes it a “normal” thing for most women.
In conclusion, sexual harassment has to stop. I should not have to dress for other people and whether or not they’ll approach me. Women and girls should not have to live in fear because men feel entitled. To quote the article, ‘What does “non-violence” really mean?’ “The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.” If this continues it’ll create an even larger distrust between women and men and everyone in between. We need to be intersectional. Protect the girl in the short dress and the long dress from sexual violence. It can happen to anyone.
My goals for this assignment to explore what drives people and inspires people to work besides the money. Where they influenced by their environment or their family? Do they love their job or do they hate? How long did it take them to realize that career was their career? My biggest struggle was writing open ended questions that could have varied responses. Although this was a struggle, it made my interview better. The material of the interview was better and had a more personal touch to it. Overall, I learned that you do not always have to decide right away what your career is going to be. But, once you figure that out, if you set goals for yourself and make it happen ultimately, you’ll end up happy.
Completing this essay was a leap in the right direction for me. During this process, I learned more about my own literacy as well as discovering how to improve those literacies. People think just because math is numbers, it is not a literacy but it is. Math needs to practice and read daily to become one of your strengths. I think the thing I’m most proud of is my reflections in this essay. They are very in depth and go into intense detail about how it affected me. Something I could approve on is the way I structure my ideas. A lot of the times I just string them together without thought. In my peer reviews, my rough draft was often called “confusing” because I knew what I was trying to say but everyone else was confused. Next time I want to work on communicating my ideas better.
Forgetting how to read like I used to and being open minded about a new literacy is a struggle for me. This kind of reading was different. It was difficult and it had become something that I couldn’t understand but was a necessity for me almost everyday. This was a shot to my intelligence. This bullet was math. Math was the most painful thing in my life.
‘Every time I see numbers my mind trips up,’
I write on my paper over and over again. I just can’t understand why math is such a difficult task for me. I didn’t let anyone know for a while. Whenever I ask for help, I just want to give up. I was reading and writing something I didn’t know about. Zoe Heller emphasizes that you write to know more: ”The other is born of what writers wish to experience, of the impulse to write in order to know.” But, I just didn’t know where to start, where to draft, or where to revise. Never do I get the chance to write to know more I just hope I acquire and understand the information before the next quiz. Math isn’t a common everyday literacy that is practiced as much as other literacies which makes it even harder to perfect.
“I’m just such an idiot!”
I say way too often.
“Des, you're not an idiot,” says my mom, and anyone else I gripe about math to.
Talking bad about my math skills is something I do very often; I just don’t grasp the concepts. When I look at math it is like I go cross eyed. Once, I looked at a composition of functions problem and immediately had a headache. My brows furrowed and I closed my math binder. All my homework grades are satisfactory but, that is only after I take an extra week to learn the skills but, by then we’ve already started a new unit, took the standards quiz, and this concept won’t be brought up ever again.
Just like a wave it came over me. I couldn’t read. At least not like I used to. Reading of all types is all about comprehension; even reading math. You see the piece of literature and then you use your brain to understand it and keep it. Often, I collected information into my brain involving numbers but, very little was understood. Composing and combining functions put me in a funk. Systems of equations with greater than signs instead of equal signs criss crossed my brain entirely. My mind tried to use the skills it knew but it was like a bad radio connection, you could hear some stuff, but the rest was static.
As a young child I always questioned things. I didn’t find it as rude or mean I just saw it as being curious. As you can imagine, it got me into a bit of hot water. Even as recently as freshman year I questioned just about everything. From science to math, I was pretty ruthless too. Gathering the courage
I started calling her over to my desk.
“No offence but, why are we learning this?”
I asked still looking down at my computer until I saw her next to me.
“Well Destiny it is good to know this because--well you might need this if you become a doctor or scientist or, if you just want to have this knowledge for later!”
She responded a little bit shaken up that I would ask such a blunt question.
“Oh, okay,” I said in a tone which clearly showed me not believing it one bit.
The day continued and the room was just as chattery as when I called her over. I went back to my glossy text book and just skimmed and skimmed to answer some of the questions before the Canvas assignment was due. Looking back that wasn’t the nicest way to ask but, I have gotten better at being curious about what I’m learning.
In BioChem, you can question things. There are always multiple right answers that kind of mean the same thing or challenge the other. In English, it is more about what you think and how you can use that to analyze text or write papers. History class is based on learning about the past and seeing how it affects us now. The answers can be long or short and vary. Math on the other hand, is an entirely different set of skills. You have to do all the work for the problem then check it to see if it’s right. There is only one correct answer and if you get it wrong, you have to start all over again. In the back of my mind I always think of how can I improve my math literacy. In the essay, How Changing Your Reading Habits Can Change Your Health, Michael Grothaus emphasizes the importance of reading everyday: “Yet despite all the benefits to mind, body, and society, plenty of people find it hard to sit down and start reading. It seems like we just don’t have the time to read more.” Maybe the problem is that I’m not expanding my mind enough and reading. If I get more comfortable with reading math and just studying it on my down time, it will have good effects on my brain.
I’ve noticed, the only time I really look at math is in math class or when I’m doing homework. My literacy in math is not as strong as my reading literacy. The realization hit me that math is a type of literacy. You need to study it and review it daily. Never do I go out of my way to study what the new numbers, symbols, and skills mean. Time is something that is always snatched from me. From other school work to homework and everything in between, the only thing I want to even look at is the back of my eyelids. Sleep takes over reading any day. But, to strengthen my math literacy, I must read math daily.
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The air was crisp and clean. There was not one cloud in the sky. The sand was warm from the beaming sun and soft from the tide. We were so happy to be out here together. My mom loves the beach the feeling of sun in her skin is her favorite thing and she thinks that the best sun is beach sun. We walk up to the water. It is the beginning of summer so we have a sure idea in our heads that the water would be warm. The water was so cold my mom grabbed onto me in shock. I heard her let out a very uncomfortable scream. I would have reacted but the ice cold water froze me into place. We both laughed as we shivered. My mom, she likes the beach but, she doesn’t like the water, the shriek of seagulls or, the taste of salt water. I just don’t like the smell of salt water. If you get too close it goes up your nose and causes a sting kinda like when you eat wasabi but definitely not as bad. One of the best parts was that she hadn’t been to the beach in a while. The last time she had been here was with her best friend.
She was so cool. She didn’t have any kids my age. Heck, she didn’t have any kids at all. I loved hanging out with her so much. My mom’s best friend Ms. Tisha. She was my godmother and truly cared for me. I remember we had a great time together on the beach. Our family went on a vacation to Jamaica and we had went to less rowdy part of the beach near the bungalows. The sun was beaming and the water was clear. Clouds threatened at the edge of the sun rays causing shade and sun to alternate. We were relaxing and wading in the clear blue island water. I remember her asking, “Take a picture of me and Des?” It isn’t the best photo but it is one of us and that means the world to me. The moment my mom pulled it back up from our dusty Toshiba computer I was in shock. Five years can really change a person. I have grew a few inches. I’ve leaned out a lot especially in my face. My chubby cheeks are no more and I’ve matured since then . Looking back, I didn't think too much of this picture and forgot about it often. It wasn't until I saw it again, last week, in her obituary. It had been printed out into a small grainy image in the center. It felt weird being there but it made me realize how important she was to me. At the time life was moving fast around me. It was the first day of school, I had a good amount of friends, everything was fine, until it wasn’t. We had known she was sick but the shock of her gone left us shook. There would be no more game nights at her house. Those nights were fueled with laughter and smiles. Chips and dip spread across the table. Alongside the food were pokeno boards and decks of cards ready to be played. It always smelled of chicken that someone had brought from the store or fried themselves. You could hear the laughter all throughout the house as well as the jingles of quarters. Everyone bought all their change hoping that they would win it all back plus some more. I miss it now more than ever. I would never be able to be on her CatchPhrase team or be neck and neck in Scattergories. I would never be up past my bedtime yearning to call the cards as well as her in pokeno. I miss her. The last time I had even seen her was a year ago when she first got sick. I didn’t know how to miss her because I already hadn’t seen her in a year. I had never felt so conflicted on how to feel in my life. No one really tells you how to feel when someone you love dies. In some ways it is rude and insensitive to tell someone else how to grieve but, in some ways it can help. I’m still really unsure on how to grieve when someone dies. I don’t take death well. It is kinda of like when you get a paper cut. It happens it heals but if you keep picking at it, it’ll leave a scar. I don’t want to forget about her but I don’t want to dwell on the past. Yes, it did happen but, she’s in a better place, probably teaching angels how to play CatchPhrase and making unforgettable beach days. People always say life isn’t a game, but isn’t it? We play around with death until it finally takes us. It could be quick and painless or full of suffering and failed treatments. For some reason I used to think that all adults had the game of life all figured out, but I guess they don’t. My mom is pained the most by her death. They were friends for over 20 years. I could almost smell the tears on her face through the phone because I knew she had been crying. The taste of salt welled up inside of my mouth. But, when you look at the bigger picture, she was electric. She left her mark on the world and for that I will be forever grateful.
The more successful or powerful a person gets, it seems they will forget about the people/person that helped them along the way. As the value of their appreciation decreases, they either choose to stick around and fade to the background, get kicked out by new help or, leave in hopes that someone else will appreciate them more. What seems to happen is that the successful person ends up needing the person that got them to where they were, but they already left. Sometimes, when a person forgets about someone who helped them succeed every step along the way, for someone or something else, the effects are not beneficial. It can backfire and hurt more than it can help it. Without realizing, it might be a little too late to fix. As people become successful, their best advisors are those who knew them before they hit it big, but they often cast those people off because once they gain success, there is no longer any use for their advisors.
In the book ‘The Lord of the Flies’ by William Golding, Piggy is the most important character of all. The author shows his personality by interacting with other characters; the other character (Ralph) seems annoyed by him. Piggy seems very talkative and not really sensible at first. When first encountering a character named ‘Piggy’ you don’t really think much. He is concerned with no being without adult supervision and wants to go home. Piggy just wants to find ways to get everyone and himself home. Leading up to this point, Piggy just spoke on and on about how his Aunt had told him about a conch and how it was used as a device to call people with the sound it makes when you blow into it. Suddenly he remembers a piece of information that can help them, “Ralph looked up. ‘We can use this to call the others. Have a meeting. They’ll come when they hear us--””(16) Looking at this excerpt from the text, Piggy reveals very helpful information to Ralph. His recollection of his memories that pour out of his mouth like a waterfall helps bring all of the boys on the island together. Ralph instead of thanking Piggy, does not fully appreciate his talents or his efforts to try and unify the boys and tries to take control of everyone. Ralph just looks at Piggy as though everything he does is wrong. Piggy feels this but still sticks around hoping that Ralph will appreciate him in the long run. Having hope that maybe he too will help all the boys that are stranded on the island. He will try to help Ralph as much as possible only to find that Ralph forgets about him.
An example of forgetting who has helped along the way is also found in the real world. A popular kids tune, ‘Ring Around the Rosies’ can show this. In this example it shows it in a more analogical way. Historically, it is believed to be song about how people in the 1300’s died of the Bubonic Plague; also known as ‘black death’. It was so bad barely anyone survived from this wave of sickness. The meaning of the song is very morbid but, it describes the process perfectly. This will happen over and over again until the person that has been forgotten about gets sick of it. Think of Ralph’s behavior as a ‘disease’; the more power he earns the more he neglects Piggy. This ‘disease’ of forgetting about the people who help you most is contagious. It is used again and again to help one gain. “Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.” Figuratively, it could mean the fall of power or career. Looking at it in a literal sense, it could mean death or something terrible to happen to the person who helped them most. The main point is, it becomes a sad story told over and over again like, ‘Ring Around the Rosies.’ They will reminisce on the events and how it affected them. Feeling guilt, regret and, sadness about how the treated the person who helped them the most.
In realization that he is trouble, Ralph is hiding. He is hiding from everyone who betrayed him up until this point. All the boys, including Ralph, have gone absolutely crazy. Turning on one another and losing people left and right had become the norm on the island. Without Piggy there to count and give suggestions, the boys had turned into ultimate savages. Ralph never really had thought about Piggy’s contributions to their civilizations until now. “What was the sensible thing to do? There was no Piggy to talk sense. There was no solemn assembly for debate nor dignity of the conch.”(196) The feeling of regret and guilt that was mentioned earlier, has settled in for Ralph. Now that Piggy is gone, the sensibility went with him. Piggy didn’t help the civilization, he was the civilization. Without him all the boys had become complete savages. The idea of a “solemn assembly...dignity of the conch” would not even be a thought if it weren’t for Piggy. It had happened over and over again until it did not benefit Ralph anymore. He was all alone and the one person who always had his back had left. Now, he needed Piggy more than ever. In turn, these actions backfired and became unbeneficial.
Ralph realized that he no longer needed Piggy, but when it was too late, that’s when Piggy was needed the most. Ralph was gaining more power, but pushed away his advisor without realizing the help he was going to need from him. In The Lord of the Flies, William Golding does a good job at showing that, sometimes, when a person forgets about someone who helped them succeed every step along the way the effects are not beneficial. Also, he showed that Ralph was wrong for letting go of Piggy because he was the one person who helped him the most.
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Alrighty, alrighty you guys please settle down this staff meeting is commencing. Now, this week wasn’t the best now, the pipes did bust in the laundry room which uhh...that was pretty bad. What did ya say son? Because they’re wood? It took 5 years for the modern day pipes to bust, we’ve had these wooden ones for almost 200 years. You need to knock some sense into that young head of yours this place is amazing. No I’m not some crazy old man! Are you guys crazy? You must be absolutely insane some of your parents and grandparents lived here. Mary, you were birthed about 100 feet away, right there in the lobby! Don’t tell me you’re really trying to knock this place down? (mumbles) Maybe we need a new manager, someone with some more appreciation for this place. No, you guys don’t appreciate it! You wanna knock it down make “bigger and better”. Ya know kids this is the bigger and better.
At one time when I was a young boy, I’ll never forget JFK visiting, he said this was the finest hotel, the only one he went to that had ice cream bar with his favorite, hot fudge. What! Whose JFK? The 35th President of the United States god dammit! His spoon and picture are hung up in the dining room. Are you dumb? You guys already got the ice cream bar replaced with a regular bar, ya messing up tradition. Mary I expected more from you, my only daughter. You know how much this place means to me.
Tearing it down means ripping apart my childhood. I was a homeless child, abandoned and hungry. Living on the streets looking for a place to live. I had no luck, all I had were bridges to jump off of or pills to take to end it all. Mr. Clermont found me and saved my life. He let me stay at his hotel, this hotel. This place gave me a job, a place to sleep, a reason to live. You know that! This place means everything to me! (sniffles) Now I know all of you think I’m some goofy old man but I just tell jokes because Mr. Clermont loved them. He was my father figure on his deathbed I told him I would keep this place alive the way it is, the way it is supposed to be forever. There are so many memories, you can’t take those away from me, but they’re trying too.
(starts to calm down) The doctor, the doctor says something's wrong with my brain. And um, I can’t lose my memories, not today. Alzheimer's can’t get to me. I have this place. Don’t take my joy and happiness away from me, not when it’s all I got left. Yeah, this place is a little old but we have custom made chandeliers with real gems in them. Who's got that? We got that! We have three awards for longest upkeep of wood pipes! Who's got that? We got that! Our Yelp reviews are always, always amazing. Who's got that? We got that! Ain’t no denying, this place is special it’s everything. I just, I just want things to be how they were before all this new stuff and I keep on forgetting the old stuff, what matters. (walks over to sit in a chair and looks up) I’m an old man (tear rolls down his cheek) who can’t even remember that his only daughter's name isn’t even Mary, it’s M-m-m-m-mia? Mia. (puts head in hands and cries)
“...and that’s why I love Justin Bieber like he’s so cute.”
“Yea me too you know he’s dating…”
Common chatter among my school friends and I. We always gossiped about how much we loved Justin Bieber and who he was with.
“I know right I can’t believe it, they’re cute together, I guess-”
He was coming out with songs like ‘Boyfriend’ that made us really want him to be our boyfriend. We frequently had these chats but usually they were not interrupted by someone saying,
“Destiny you talk so much.”
These were words I had heard billions of times but, when she said it, it hurt. She was my best friend, why would she say that?. Maybe she was right, maybe I was talking to much. At that time, her approval meant a lot to me. Everyone else, including me, thought she was so cool! Honestly, I don’t know why we all thought that. No one stood up for me they just looked away or shrugged kind of agreeing. Having friends that did not stand up for me sucked. It’s like she sucked all the power out of their voices and they all just agreed with it. She was normal and nothing out of the ordinary she was just pretty, really pretty and bossy and once you have a few followers, it can be easy to feel “entitled” to be in charge.
I stopped talking as much. Talking seemed like the worst option for my eleven year old self. It all started well, it never really started in a specific place. I had always been talkative and someone who always made sure their opinions heard but, my peersothers started to care about what I said starting in the sixth grade. In my class, there was this girl who was a good friend of mine. We had never been in the same class before and she was so excited that we were this year. Usually, I’d answer a lot in class, participate a lot in group work and, make guesses even if I didn’t think it was right. From my teachers I would always hear,
“Destiny is such a great participant in class and always tries her best.”
“Destiny is pretty chatty in class but, always has input that is really helpful for us all.”
My classroom personality had been something that everyone had gotten used too and did not think it was annoying, for the most part. At home I was loud, bubbly and, full of “what happened at school” chatter. At school, after that incident I was quieter. I only answered questions sometimes even if I knew the answer. I stopped guessing if I didn’t feel one hundred percent about my answer. No one had really talked about me talking too much. But, me and my friend would hang out and she would say things like,
“Your voice is too high.”
At this point I was confused. I honestly did not know what to do. How was I supposed to change my voice? Then on top of that everyone would always ask me,
“Destiny, why do you always talk so white?”
I never understood what this meant. Was it because I talked in a complete sentences? I usually shrugged it off and said,
“I don’t but, whatever.”
The argument did not seem worth it to me but, now I had to figure out a way to talk deeper, less and, not “white” to get my friends, family and, peers off my back about my voice.
After all those times being criticized about my voice, I just dealt with it. The mocking, the little jabs about how annoying it was or how I talked like someone who was not black. This made me incredibly insecure about my voice. When I met new people, I would think that my voice would be a factor in whether they liked me or not. Over time, I thought it was this huge deal breaker that made people not want to be my friend. But, something changed when I came to SLA.
“Oh yea your Mom is so nice.”
I said remembering when one of my friends mom gave me a ride.
“Yeah she’s like obsessed with you at the tournament she was like, ‘Oh, her voice is so nice’”
She responded laughing.
“Really, everyone has always told me that my voice is super annoying.”
I responded warily. No one had ever complimented my voice.
“Yea she think it’s cute!”
Now, I know it’s weird to get worked up about what people think about you but, it can be hard not to. When someone tells you something enough, you start to believe it. So, when she told me her Mom said that, my heart warmed and I started to believe, not only in myself, but in my voice. It had power and someone thought it was cute. Now, I could use all my new found confidence in my voice and not seem so wary about it. Everyone’s voice no matter how strange you think it is because they have knowledge and knowledge is power.
Knowledge is power but who really knows your knowledge unless you speak it. Keeping it all bottled up can be a detriment to others. They are not experiencing the joy that is you. Kind of like in the Little Rascals. The character ‘Uh Huh’ only ever said the words ‘uh huh’ in agreement. But, at the end it is powerful when he uses long extravagant descriptive words. “Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax. I simply chose not to employ them.” (The Little Rascals; 1994) Language is power. Sometimes your voice can be cut down or dismissed by others. I am no stranger to this feeling. If someone has told you your voice is too loud, too high-pitched, too annoying there is nothing you can do. Your voice will always too much of something for someone. When your voice is silenced you are weak, out of power, and no longer being yourself. Have yourself an ‘Uh huh’ moment and show people what you are made of and bring out your home self to the world. Choose to employ your words because someone will find them cute, funny or, interesting.
An element of the visual that may not be clear is the part that Mound Bayou was the best environment for free African Americans. Some people may think that this comparison is to compare for no reason but, this is to show the safest option at the time. By showing how harsh the segregation was in the South, I’m making the point that it was definitely an unfit place for free African Americans to live. Also, by revealing the surprising aspects of the North, I showed how even though the North was full of abolitionist, not everyone was an abolitionist or wanted to be equal to African Americans. Next, in the revealing of Mound Bayou many wonderful attributes, you can also see that this town benefited African Americans the most. It gave them hope, freedom, and safety and really protected them for any people who wanted to harm them.
Another element that may not be clear is the part about black codes in the North. This is because a lot of people are not familiar with black codes in the North, only the ones in the South. So, some viewers may confused and think that I had made a minor mistake. But, this is true, Northerners were wary about all these African Americans who were free. Even though they thought that slavery was wrong, they still were not sure they liked the idea of them being equal in fear of black supremacy. So because of this, towns would conjure up black codes trying to control the African American workforce and other actions that as free people they were supposed to have.
This matters because so many people (even me before this project) think that after the Emancipation Proclamation all slaves were free. But, even if they were legally free, there were still restrictions on where the could go or what they could do. Most people are ignorant of this but, need to know this to have more insight on American History.
- a. What do you feel like you accomplished with your final drawing? (keeping the rubric in mind. 20pts. - back wall, 20pts. side wall, 20pts. ceiling, 20pts. floor, 20pts. table/chair = 100pts.
- I accomplished the difficulty of this project because I couldn't really express my artistic abilities because there were a lot of rules. I got 60 pts which is a D.
- b. What would you change or differently if you could do this project again?
- I would change this project by not restarting when you told me my wall was too big because it took a lot longer and the decision I made hindered my final product.
- c. Find a drawing on the wall that you think is successful. Describe it. Why is it successful?
- Eleanor's is really nice because she followed all the rules but, showed her drawing personality through the drawing.
- d. What did you learn about one point perspective?
- It's really hard and there are a lot of rules.
Mi grupo interevestan Kenny, nuestros SAT de nuestro español clase. Nosotros entrevistamos porque nosotros admiramos el creatividad y sentido del humor. Kenny tiene unos ojos cafés y pelo puntiagudo. Su pelo es largo, marrón, y negro. Kenny es bajo, delgado, y un poco guapo. Kenny nació en doce de diciembre, 1996 a Jeff y Hong Nguyen. Su familia es pequeña y muy interesante. Su tiene un hermano mayor. Su hermano mayor se llama John. John tiene veintinueve años y es desde Vietnam. Kenny también tiene ochos primos total! ¡Eso es mucho!
Kenny asiste Science Leadership Academy. Su amigos son Audrey, My, Penelope, y Aaron. En escuela, Kenny gusto ratón con amigos, después su tarea es completo. Audrey, Penelope, My, y Aaron son unos personas mayores, gusto Kenny. Kenny toma fotografía, historia, inglés, físico educación, matemáticas, y ciencia. ¡Kenny tiene un horario muy ocupado! La sujeto de favorita de Kenny s ciencia porque de la experimentos. Su la sujeto de menos favorita de Kenny es matemáticas porque los cálculos son súper duro. Kenny quiere ir a Universidad de Pennsylvania después el graduados escuela secundaria. Kenny quiere ser un médico cuando el ser hace mayor, porque el gusto aprendiendo ciencia en escuela.Otro que ser exitoso en su escuela, Kenny tengo hace mucho cosas durante el tiempo libre. Kenny gustos como comidas diferentes. Kenny gusto americano, europeo, y asiático comidas. Algunos restaurantes americo su gusto es Chipotle y Starbucks. Su favorita bebida Passion Iced Tea. Su favorita comido desde Chipotle es la burrito pollo. Almuerzo es su favorita de Kenny. Despues comiendo, Kenny gusto dormir. Su dormi un promedio ocho horas cada noche. Kenny en realidad gusto dormi en la sofa, no su cama! Antes dormi, Kenny gusto ver la televisión. La televisión show de Kenny es Familia Moderno en el abc canal de televisión. Kenny no tiene mascotas, pero el quiere un perro nombre Lucky.
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¡Hola! Mi equipo nombre es Guapos. Nombres son Keith, Madison, y Destiny. Tenemos quince años Madison y Destiny. Keith tengo dieciseis años. Somos son estudiantes a Science Leadership Academy. SLA tiene 484 estudiantes y cinco pesos. Muchas profesores. SLA es en 55 N 22nd St. Lugares comer ‘7 eleven’, ’Arch Gourmet’, y ‘Trader Joes’. Tenemos proyectos interesante, profesores simpáticos, profesores son trabajar duro, y divertidos. Leemos mucho libros! En almuerzo estamos de vago. Pla Es por eso que encantamos la escuela.
Nuestras clases son historia, álgebra, inglés y español. Las clases favoritas de Keith son inglés y bioquímica. En la clase de la inglés que leemos libros y duro trabajamos. Los materiales que necesitas para clase de inglés son una pluma, y cuaderno. Las clases favoritas de Madison son la bioquímica y inglés. Las clases favoritas de Destiny son el inglés y español. En la clase de la español que juegos, vídeos. Los materiales que necesitas para clase de español son una pluma, y la carpeta. Para tener éxito en esta clase español tenemos que hacer toda la tarea. En la clase de historia que participamos. Los materiales que necesitas para clase de historia son la computadora y dos hojas de papel. Para tener`éxito en esta clase historia tenemos que hacer tarea y prestar attention. En la clase de la álgebra que resolvemos problemas. Los materiales que necesitas para clase de álgebra son una pluma, y tres hojas de papel. Para tener éxito en esta clase álgebra tenemos que hacer tarea y estar preparado. Para tener éxito en esta clase inglés tenemos que hacer tarea y ser responsable.
La Srta. Manuel enseña español. Ella es divertida. Nosotros ver la cine y cantar canción en español. Señor Kay es el profesor de inglés. La clase es interesante. En la clase, nosotros leemos el Odyssey. Srta. Giorgio enseña matemáticas. Ella enseña geometría y álgebra Necesitamos tomar apuntes y trabajar duro. Bioquímica es muy interesante. Tu tienes disección cerdos. No me gusta nada!Nosotros encanta SLA porque es en diferente. Los que más nos gusta de SLA es la libertad. SLA es divertide y chevere excepto tenemos que trabajar duro. Nosotros somos feliz ir a la escuela. Nosotros esperanza tu encanta SLA!
Yo: Mi nombre es Destiny. Depende del día, soy feliz o triste pero, casi siempre feliz. Mi cumpleanos dos de enero. Tengo quince años. Ella yo tengo el pelo cafés y los ojos cafés. Mi favorito comida es pizza y ensalada.
Ella: Su nombre es Asia quantos cinco años. Te gusta Frozen, Jessie, y Doc Mcstuffins. Ella tiene el pelo largo y los ojos cafés. Tremendamente energica muy loca sin embargo, la hamo somos como hermanas. Lo que me encanta es a veces, Asia encanta yo!
Ellas: Ellas nombre eres Sarah, Josefa, Star, Hannah, Mary, Grace, Marianne, Katie y, Jordy. Nos conocimos en campamento de verano. Cuando tengo tiempo libre hablamos. Ellas vivir lejos de mí los extraño a veces.
Nosotros: Su nombre es Lydia. Ella és muy guapa. Ella tiene rizado y los ojos cafés. Te gusta cantar y escribir. Ella és comica, alta y, sociable. Cumpleanos dos de Mayo. Ella tiene dos perros nombres Clifford y Albert.
Fin: much as gracias, adios!
To be safe and to get network who have fibers in their cables because the internet connection will be better because the fibers make it faster.