Fire and Ice

Our board game consists of moral choices that not only affect one group but all groups involved in the game. The objective of, Fire and Ice, is to make it to the coast at the same time as the other team. We felt that since the coast was the man and the boy’s only goal in The Road that it would be fitting to make it the end of the game. There are two paths that lead to the coast. The longer (less difficult) road represents the road that the man and the boy took, and the shorter (more treacherous) path represents the forest that’s beside the road. Within the game two groups work together in order to reach the end at the same time. Throughout the book, the boy and the man are on their own and don’t really work with other people in order to survive but the boy constantly thinks about other people and how they are being affected by the world they live in. The boy has compassion for others and always wants to help even when they have barely anything to offer such as when they ran into Ely or when they returned the one handed man’s clothes after they took them away. Along with the man and the boy thinking about how their choices would influence one another throughout the book such as whether to “take a look” in a house or to camp out a night. Without them thinking about each other they would have ended up pushing each other away making it harder to survive. We wanted to add the compassion and teamwork element to the board game by adding two teams that must work together to reach a common goal but subsequently end up being the same group since they reach the coast at the same time. It makes the moral choices from the demon cards harder to make since it will be influencing both groups.

Each group gets camp cards and supply cards. Camp cards allow them to lose a turn in order to help teams reach the end at the same time. Supply cards are enough food, water, ammunition, etc for one person to survive the game, without a supply card the person evidently dies. In the book supplies is the most important thing for their survival which is why we added the supply card aspect to the game. It makes the moral decisions that they will encounter harder if it involves losing a card, possibly killing a member or taking on another person which means you would need a supply card in order to take care of them. Throughout the game each turn a group will roll a dice in order to decide which card they will have to work with, demon cards or angel cards. Demon cards deal with hard moral choices that people would run into while living in an apocalyptic era. These choices range from bad weather taking away a supply card to finding a child and having to make the decision to either take the child or not with the possibility of going back two spaces if you don’t, and losing a supply card if you do. Along with choices that can affect the other team such as pawning off a child onto them or taking a supply card from them. The team with these decisions would have to think about how their decisions would influence the other team and themselves bringing up the compassion element from the book along with the fact that within this kind of apocalyptic environment moral decisions are very important to survival. The boy and the man run into these decisions very often throughout the book where these choices that they make can influence the rest of their journey. Angel cards deal with the random strokes of luck that the man and the boy have run into such as finding a bunker or finding a tarp. Things that help with survival and make life just a little easier. Angel cards are hard to roll since you must roll a seven in order to earn them. You have the chance to earn supply cards easily or to move forward faster through out the game. There is also an opportunity to get both cards at the same time by rolling doubles. The man and the boy run into strokes of luck by getting supplies or finding a safe space but at the same time they have a hard moral choices to make such as staying the bunker. The man and the boy found a bunker which gave them enough supplies to survive for months but they had to decide how long to stay or wether to stay at all. In this kind of environment luck and choices go hand and hand so we wanted to make sure we included that aspect into our game.

Getting Started

Based on age. The oldest have to make the choice for the youngest. Do they want them to take the harder path with less choices compared to the easier path with more choices.

Start off with a 100% then throughout the game things are taken off of it.

Objective: Both teams reach the coast at the same time.

Items in Box:

• Two dice

• Timer

• The board game

• Angel cards

• Demon cards

• Supply cards

• Camp cards

Rules:

1. 2 or more people should play. It is okay to have an odd number of team members.

1. When playing with more than 2 split into teams based on your choice

2. To decide your path you roll the dice.

1. Larger number gets longer path, other group gets shorter path

3. Each group gets a set of cards

1. Supply cards: each group gets 1 card per person, 1 additional card for group use only

1. Supply cards contain supplies such as guns, food, water, clothing, tarp, etc.

2. You must have the same number of supply cards as people in the group when you start. Throughout the camp you may earn or lose some.

2. Group with longer path gets 1 camp card

3. Group with shorter path gets 2 camp cards

1. Camp cards give you the opportunity to camp out at night forfeiting a turn

4. Each turn you roll the dice, for each choice you have 5 seconds to answer

1. 7: Angel card

2. Demon Card everything else

5. Go back and forth till both of you reach the coast at the same time

6. You win by both teams surviving and reaching the coast at the same time

1. You lose by killing the other team or dying

1. Dying: No more supply cards after 4 turns

2. Not reaching the coast at the same time

Why do people believe? Why do they have faith if they are going to lose track and sight of what they once had? The answer is simple and is located in Ecclesiastes 1:9, “What has been will be again, what has been doing will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.” This verse is saying that whatever happens to something that was good, than it’ll come again.  It is often believed that high school students are more known for losing their faith, compared to college. This is an inappropriate accusation because it provides false information. Statistics and studies have shown that it is more common for students who leave for college to also leave track of their religious beliefs.

Statistics from Christianity Today (CT), proves that 34% of teens and highschool students drop their faith. It is believed that the rate is so low because they are surrounded by encouraging people who also believe the same things they do. However, the college rate for dropping their belief systems is greater, averaging at about 70%. This rate is much higher because this is the time in a young adult’s life where they start to venture out of their parents wings and start living independently.

High school, internships, jobs and parents don’t prepare kids enough for the journey that they are about to take. School prepares you for the workload that you are about to experience like, exams and benchmarks. Internships and jobs prepare you for responsibility and parents prepare you with the understanding and concept of living independently. Sadly though, these four things fail to teach young adults the importance of not losing yourself and who you are to others especially God or Gods.  

The Center for Parent/Youth Understanding (CPYU) is an organization who notes that 65% of students who graduate from high school and enroll for college drop out or leave their church. It is believed that students walk away because they are launched into the world facing new situations and temptations that they have never come face-to-face before.

Though it is predicted that the only reason that students tend to lose their faith is because of the new atmosphere they have moved to. Yes, this is an important aspect of the situation, it is not the only and main reason. A very knowledgeable point was made in One News Now, there they stated that students and young adults don’t make it a priority, implying that they don’t make it important or a priority to keep their faith.

If a student were asked, “Why did you lose your faith. What happened and what caused it?”  More often than not they would answer that it wasn’t intentional, but also it is important to point out that it was intensical to not lose their faith in the first place. A lot if  not all of college students get overwhelmed and tend to forget about certain things, like religious backgrounds and old friends.

Losing faith is common in all age groups, parents, kids, grandparents and adolescents. But, research show that it is more common for college aged students (ages 18-24) to drop or walk away from their faith. It can be a sour sight to see for that was part of who someone was, thankfully though, colleges have been noticing the drop of religious backgrounds. College took initiative to fix the problem and created support groups for different religions so they can feel more at home and not have to change who they once were.

Although some students who didn’t lose their faith in college might think that the topic of losing faith is irrelevant and unnecessary.It is important to remember that the  influence goes beyond them and can affect other students.

Citations:

Melleby, Derek. “Why Students Abandon Their Faith: Lessons From William Wilberforce.” CPYU, 13 June 2014, cpyu.org/resource/why-students-abandon-their-faith-lessons-from-william-wilberforce/.

Wermund, Benjamin, et al. “Losing Faith in Higher Education.” POLITICO, Pro Education, 11 May 2017, www.politico.com/tipsheets/morning-education/2017/05/losing-faith-in-higher-education-220254.

Stetzer, Ed. “Dropouts and Disciples: How Many Students Are Really Leaving the Church?” The Exchange | A Blog by Ed Stetzer, 14 May 2014, 2:00, www.christianitytoday.com/edstetzer/2014/may/dropouts-and-disciples-how-many-students-are-really-leaving.html.

“BibleGateway.” Ecclesiastes 1:9 NIV - - Bible Gateway, www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes 1:9&version=NIV.

“OneNewsNow.com - Your News Right Now.” OneNewsNow.com - Your News Right Now, www.onenewsnow.com/.

At this point in the film viewers know that for a living Tuck works for the CIA. But, as the movie continues forward he ends up facing his ex-wife after visiting his son at karate. In the scene, you are given a small piece of important information that he is known as a travel agent. In the film viewers are able to tell that his previous family is very sour about the idea of him being a “travel agent”.

The context of and the reasoning of hiding their identity might be different in the film and play but either way each character both play apart in being dishonest about who they are to someone they care about. The two characters, Tuck and Lucentio both lied about their profession to a  women they love. Which in the end, Tuck ends up with his ex-wife again later finding out his true identity and same thing with Lucentio. Eventually in the play, he reveals his true self to Bianca and still was able to win her over.

Later on the script Lucentio runs into a problem.

Hortensio: Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive. And since you do profess to be a suitor, you must, as we do gratify this gentleman, to whom we all rest generally beholding.

(Act 1, Scene 2, 277-280)

Here is the scene when all three suitors for Bianca meet up and create the plan to marry off Katherine, the older sister. The men convince Petruchio to marry the women and he claims that he will do it because of the wealth and the money that is being offered with the commitment of the marriage.

In comparing the circumstances at hand the audience can see that the men combined from both Taming of the Shrew and This Means War that they all have different motives in the beginning and while at first they didn’t stop to think how it might affect the relationships with the female character in the film and play.

In the scene, best friends Tuck and FDR, reveal to each other that the person they are dating/seeing happen to be the same person. Through a quick transaction of words it is understood that the men will continue to date the women under three conditions, she doesn’t know that they are friends, they stay out of each other way and “no hanky-panky”.

In comparing the book to the film though there isn’t necessarily an agreement placed upon the three suitors when it came to Bianca. Though the men did agree on the idea that let the best and most fit person for her win there wasn’t any rules held against them. In the film the men did happen to agree upon those three things but throughout the film you will notice that they didn’t acknowledge them and tried any way possible to win Lauren over, even if it meant lying to her.

Hortensio (as Litio) : Madam, my instruments in tune.

Bianca: Let’s hear. Oh fie, the treble jars!

Lucentio (as Cambio) :Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

(Act 3, Scene 1, 39-43)

In the scene, the reader can identify that the game of trying to win Bianca has begun. Laid out for the reader is the idea that Hortensio and Lucentio is disguised as other characters as if they were both school masters. Lucentio is trying to convey how he feels towards Bianca and how much her presence pleases him but Hortensio is getting in the way bring the musical instrument that he doesn't know how to play or tune properly, interfering with Lucentio’s shot at trying to win the lady.

Though neither of the characters is scene playing a gamut in the movie. A scene is portrayed of FDR showing Lauren another type of art; paintings.

In the scene FDR took Lauren out for a date to see an exclusive exhibit on Gustav Klimts. To impress the girl, FDR had an earpiece with someone from his agency relaying information to him about each painting. Eventually though, the connection was interrupted by Tuck and he starred relaying false information to FDR to screw up his date and get between Lauren and him.

Reading the end and seeing the credits roll up the screen the audience can come to the assumption that relationships are important to society. It is often portrayed that in relationships it is often about control over whom, and Taming of the Shrew was a great example for that. But, in the movie This Means War, it shows that instead of control, relationships are more about honesty. For a healthy relationship won’t work unless you are true with yourself and the person your trying to be with.

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I was sitting in the office of a new school, but with a new guardian. She looked like my mom...she sounded like her, but her breast weren’t as big and she talked a lot more than my mom. Who was she? Why was she enrolling me into a new school? The new arrangements were only temporary…weren’t they? She should know that.

It started the night he came home, the one that left us for her best friend. The one that beat us....introduced terrible habits to her; my step dad was finally home but for how long? My brother and I were in the kitchen eating old, mushy ramen noodles for dinner because they forgot to feed us again. We were listening to the snoring baby in the other room, and bickering parents in the next. The noise got louder and louder. We never did finish our dinner that night.

That nightmare was a recurring dream I would have for nights on end. I’d wake up from it screaming and crying, soaked in sweat with my cousin holding me.

She would tell me, “It’s only a dream.” But if only she knew that it actually happened.

That night I saw something that no first grader should have ever seen: police barging into the house called by a crazy ex-girlfriend and ex-best friend. She told them that my step-dad robbed her. however, the only thing he stole was her heart, which he ended up stomping on in the end.

The police wore shiney badges and really bulky black vests. They all marched to the door that my parents were locked behind. I wanted to tell them it was locked but I was rushed into my room with my brother and was told to lock the door and not let anyone in-especially my step-dad. They made me promise to not let my step-dad in.

The last thing I saw was a man extending a gun towards the locked doors. He kick down the locked door to the room which my parents were in, then BAM, went my door, as it was slammed in my face.

Six years have past...six years of phone calls, letters, and supervised visits. I could see the light in her face again, and I believe it was because she was no longer with my step-dad. People says it’s because she went to rehab, but deep down we all knew that the reality of it was that she left Him behind in that old house in Atlantic City. Everyone believed that it was finally happening, it took the women six years to clean herself up for her kids.

But then what they say is true: once an addict, always an addicted.

She ended up with John again, I felt bad for her. My mother was a kind women, but one thing she wasn’t ever taught was how to love. She was young, she didn’t understand that you shouldn’t have to do things in order for someone to love you; that you shouldn’t have to change who you are.

My mom had a rough childhood, she lost her mom at a young age and her living situations after that weren’t perfect either. She was labeled damaged and stupid because she couldn’t learn like the other kids. What she went through made her feel different, and it caused her to rebel against her family. Who wouldn’t want to leave that situation; that life style?

Those things that people told her, built up in her head and she started to believe them, causing her to eventually believe that the love that she gets is what she deserved. Even if it means being physically and mentally abused.

The light dimmed from her face. Months would go by without an exchange of words. One day she called, I couldn’t sit still, I was running around to person to person saying, “See! I told you she’d call!”

When I finally picked up the phone she said, “I don’t think I’m suppose to be talking or contacting you.”

“But Mom,” I said, “Wh….” She hung up on me before I could finish, I was left crying for days. I was stuck in a bubble that no one could bust in or out of.

Months dragged by until we got another call, but I wasn’t the receiver of it my aunt was. My aunt was at work when she got it.  I tend to imagine that everything slowed down for her when she answered that phone. I believed that she stopped cleaning someone's ass, because she was a nurse's assistant at the time, and ran out the door.

While she was there frantically running around her work trying to put pieces together, I was out shopping with my brother and Uncle for a new Easter dress and as we got to the car, another call went through.

Ring.. Ring, his phone went, and it was my aunt. As soon as he answered the phone there was a sudden change in the atmosphere my brother and I could feel it.

My uncle turned to us and said, “Get in the car.” We obeyed.

In the car we watched my uncle pass back in forth at the front of the car. From time to time he would stop, say something, and rub his prickly beard, in what it seemed like, frustration. Time ticked by of the same pattern; walk, walk, turn, look at my brother and I, say something, rub his chin, walk, walk again. It was a continued cycle.

Eventually the silence in the car was broken without looking away from our uncle, my brother asked, “What do you think happened?”

I turned to look at him and said, “Either she got fired from her job or someone died.” Josh, my brother, looked at me. He didn’t say anything else but nodded and we both turned to look at our uncle again. By this time he had already put his phone back into his pocket and had walked to the side of the car. He opened the door, and got in. The ride home was uncomfortably silent, besides the engine that was roaring and the traffic around us. Before we pulled out of the parking lot, some words were said and questions were asked. All that was needed to know was that Josh and I would find out what happened when we got home.

At home, no one was home. The house felt so much smaller because of all the tension and anticipation. I didn’t favor the atmosphere so I hid in my room.

Down stairs the dog began to bark, the next thing I know I’m down stairs on the couch, with my head faced down in the cushion. I was crying, my aunt was crying, my brother was crying and my uncle was just there holding us.

Looking back, I realized I didn’t know why or who I was crying for. When my aunt came home that night she had called my brother and I downstairs to talk, which was a bad sign at the start. The first words were “I’m sorry.”

That night I found out my mom had overdosed on heroin. At the time I was 13, I was hitting about 4 years of living with my aunt. It was half as long as living with my mom. Looking back I realize it was a sad experience, but not because I lost my mom but rather because I didn’t know the severity of the situation.  I reacted the way people expected me to, with tears in my eyes longing to be left alone; It seemed appropriate.

At the funeral people cried and moaned and, yes, I was sad. Though, not to the point where I felt depressed; she was a shadow in my life. My mom was a blank screen. You couldn’t read her, she barely showed emotion. How was I supposed to mourn someone like that? She was and still remains my mother, nonetheless and she will always have that place in my heart.

If I am being completely honest, because I didn’t have complete contact or a viewing for her funeral, I still believe from time to time that she is still out there somewhere.

Érase una vez había una familia. La familia tenía de un hombre y una mujer. La pareja estaba muy contenta. La pareja pensaba que ellos faltaba algo. Finalmente ellos tuvieron un niño. El niño era Chango. Chango es el orisha del trueno, relámpago, fuego, y guerra. Representa fertilidad, hombres, poder, pasión, belleza masculina, masculinidad, y energía. El es conocido por su personalidad fuerte y estilo de vida promiscuo . Chango es un valiente orishas. Una vez tenía que vestirse con ropa de mujer para escapar de sus enemigos. Chango es muy específico con sus números. El viernes es su día y el cuarto de cada mes y su día es el cuarto de diciembre. Aunque cuatro es un número importante de Chango, es el número seis y cuatro.

Cuando Changó tenía cuatro años, murió su padre. Su padre era muy importante para Chango. El era muy fuerte, tan fuerte que él podría matar a alguien muy poderoso. Cuando su padre murió, estaba muy triste. Él chico era un hombre amable él no abusaría ni  una mosca. Chango era muy afectado por el incidente. El comenzó a cambiar y atraer a muchas mujeres a llevar el dolor. Chango usaba la mujer para la distracción para la muerte de su padre. Le encantaba pasar tiempo con su padre pero cuando él se murió, Chango no tenía a nadie. Las mujeres fueron las que cuidaban a Chango. El tuvo niños con muchas mujeres.

Chango fue un buen padre para sus hijos y quería lo mejor para sus hijos. Aunque tenía muchas mujeres trataba a todos los niños con respecto. Hizo que sus hijos tenían una vida mejor que él.

La pared está ubicado en Manayunk. Manayunk es muy importante en mi comunidad, para eso donde la vida pasa. La pared está en el centro de Manayunk para todos a ver. La comunidad es llena con personas diario, la comunidad es nada muerto porque siempre hay eventos nuevos . El mural es perfecto para Manayunk a mostrar el simpático de la comunidad.

Yo vivo en Manayunk, hace ocho año que vivo con mi tía, tío, primos y hermano. Mi barrio es pequeño, pero es muy amigable y emocionante. Cuando yo pienso en mi barrio, yo pienso en casa. Yo crecí en Manayunk,  la mayor parte de mi vida. Por eso me gusta mi comunidad muy porque es lo que sé. Sin embargo, porque es pequeño tú oiga todo y no me gusta. Debido al ruido yo cambiaría la cantidad del bar mi barrio. Unos temas importantes en mi comunidad ser el edificios históricos y citas. Nada un personas vivo en mi comunidad, para mucho recuerdos fueron creados. ¡Me encanta Manayunk!

El propósito de mi mural es explicar la diferencia entre mi comunidad y otro.  Mi comunidad es muy significativo para a yo. Manayunk está un lugar con diferente religión, muchos familias y todos sabe todos. Por lo tanto quiero hacer este diseño porque es chillón y simple. Voy a incorporar imágenes de símbolos religiosos, el Río de Schuylkill y muy pocas personas porque es lo que veo en mi comunidad.

Una Oda a Venustiano Carranza

Heróico, apoderando y Nacionalistas

Cuando yo te veo pienso en líder fuerte

Me haces me quiere aprender más acerca de su historia de países

Tú, mi inspiración

Soy de la ciudad del amor fraternal
No sé amor pero sé dolor

porque

Recuerdos desde mi infancia

Que a veces parten el alma

Yo oigo mi mamá y papá

“Todo es bueno”

Yo veo la historia por la encrucijada.
Yo toco mi camino debajo de mí
Yo saboreo el ácido mi historia,

Pero huelo al principio del futuro.

Mi corazón descalzo escondo de la ciudad,
Yo corro a mi familia
Pero mi familia pelea
No sé adónde correr.

Nuestra casa es ilimitada,

Todos somos familias.

No importa nuestra historia