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Eric Valenti Capstone

Posted by Eric Valenti in Capstone · Kaur · Wed on Tuesday, April 9, 2019 at 8:05 pm
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For my capstone, I wrote and directed my own play. I wanted to perform my own play because I wanted to demonstrate my own vision and ideas, rather than take another play and attempt to replicate someone else’s idea in my own style.


Over the winter break, I just let myself write. Before I knew it, what started as one scene about a boy getting dressed turned into a story about events that took place in my life with jokes brought in that highlighted this story of a boy wanting to tell his mother the truth.  After a hefty amount of edits from close friends and mentors, I was finally ready to get people to audition.


With just enough people coming to auditions and enough stage crew members, I had put together a team. Every Monday and Thursday after advisory, we would practice simple acting techniques and scenes from the play for about two hours. This would go on for two months. It was more challenging than I expected to get people to simply walk and talk on stage. It wasn’t until the final practice, the day before the play, that I had realized how far we had come as a group and how much work we had put in.


On March 22, we performed “A Year to Remember” during X-band lunch only expecting twenty audience members and actually had triple the expected amount. I left the drama studio with a handful of flowers and this warm feeling that took over my entire body. My capstone allowed me to display a story that I believe SLA will never forget and that I can be proud of.


Link to bibliography:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bDNL68hIhcunZMIIHU-z9vFFQIS7bk2Nczs73mrViUY/edit


Link to play script:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/171ftIDgPSWdKywg2XGoH0bGfBWfdmyGqf6Suq05lZEM/edit?usp=sharing
Me giving an intro before the play
Me giving an intro before the play
Waverly and Sashoya acting as Italian sisters
Waverly and Sashoya acting as Italian sisters
William acting like an awkward teen and Lucien as a creepy uncle
William acting like an awkward teen and Lucien as a creepy uncle
Tags: Surinder Kaur, capstone, 2019
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Podcast 3, Giggling and Gabbing: Author's Intent

Posted by Eric Valenti in College English · Pahomov/Rhymer · B Band on Tuesday, January 15, 2019 at 9:20 pm
In Giggling and Gabbing's third and final podcast, we discuss chapter seven and eight of "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao." These are the final two chapters of the book and we just wanted to include a major SPOILER WARNING because we got so invested in this podcast that we spoiled the ending!!! In our final podcast we discussed Junot Diaz's intent when writing the final chapters and the book as a whole. We discussed the strange importance of sex in Oscar's life and the use of sex as way to represent one's content in life.

 We decided Oscar was the loser of this chapter because how  much he believed that sex was the only way his life could be complete. We decided Yunior was the winner of this chapter because of how complete and put together he was in this chapter compared to how broken all other characters were in this chapter. Well, from everyone in the Oscar Wao group, we hope you enjoy the final podcast and giggle as we have our final gab about  "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao." Thanks for listening! Link Below!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sl8lF8Ygkjc
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Podcast 1: Giggling and Gabbing

Posted by Eric Valenti in College English · Pahomov/Rhymer · B Band on Friday, December 28, 2018 at 2:14 pm
https://soundcloud.com/eric-valenti-495614136/podcast-1-giggling-and-gabbing-figurative-and-literal
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Eric Valenti Memory Reconstruction

Posted by Eric Valenti in College English · Pahomov/Rhymer · B Band on Sunday, December 16, 2018 at 11:05 pm

I used to love to swim. I always feared drowning though. I used to swim at or great uncles lake house.


My twin sister, Marzia, loved the lake. She was taller, a dark olive skin tone and slender. You could never be able to tell that we were twins or that we were related at all. I was shorter than her, a little heavier and far fairer than she was. We were both thirteen. She had breasts and I didn’t. She wore bikinis and I wore one pieces.

Swimming at the lake meant seeing our relatives. My great uncle lived at this lake house. He was a quiet old man. Never married, wealthy and respected by everyone for his wealth. All I liked about him was the lake.


“How’s the water Jess?” my dad said

“It’s nice. I swear I could spend hours in there. Where can I get dried off?”

“Your sister getting dried off in the back so use Uncle Frank’s front bathroom.”


I went to the front bathroom and noticed the door didn’t close completely, it seemed broken. I closed it as far as I could and began to get undressed. The door creaked. Heavy footsteps hit the floor slowly and I struggled to pull the suit back up but before I could a cold hand went on my chest. It was my uncle. He grabbed at basically nothing. It was just fat on my chest and I didn’t say or do anything. He was behind me and I just stood there. Pool water still dripped off of me and for those 5 minutes, it felt like I couldn’t get a word out. Lighter footsteps could be heard from the other room and my uncle left quickly and went outside talking to my Father. My sister entered asking if I was hungry and she could tell something was wrong but didn’t ask. I never told anyone.  I didn’t know if I should tell anyone because I didn’t know if it was wrong. didn’t have what I thought men like him wanted to grab. Why couldn’t he have just grabbed my sister? Maybe someone would've cared.

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Author's note:

This event is based on my life and an event that took place a long time ago. The characters were obviously made up and the scenario is different slightly. I wanted to write a flashback like a memory from the main character that appears to be positive but turns dark towards the end reminiscent of Kesey’s writing of Chief’s flashbacks during the electrotherapy. The end of the memory is also quite like Chief’s long paragraph writing in Cuckoos Nest. The reason a picture of a lake house was chosen for the meaning it has in the story. The lake house was somewhere that was tranquil and meant a lot to the character because it meant that she could swim but now the lake house merely makes her feel like she’s drowning, hence why the second image is darkened.


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Advanced Essay #3: A Fight With Masculinity

Posted by Eric Valenti in English 3 · Block · A Band on Thursday, March 8, 2018 at 10:21 pm
​Introduction: 
The goal of my paper is to demonstrate and prove how the media uses language and images in order send negative views of masculinity to the public in order to destroy feelings of belonging. I'm very proud of my essay and I think that integrated quotes into my essay effectively as well as used quotes that support my essay very well. I feel that I have improved since my first two advanced essays by using better transitions. My process for creating this essay was very organized and allowed for me to complete my essay earlier and have extra time for editing. 


Advanced Essay: 

Eric Valenti

Mr. Block

English 3

8 March 2018

A Fight with Masculinity

Masculinity has changed and developed since the role of men in society was first introduced. Males believe that they have to adhere to social norms in order to survive the persecution of society. Modern-day masculinity roots back to the 19th century, during the industrial revolution. George L. Mosse explains in his book, The Image of Man: The Creation of Modern Masculinity, that media began to really spread its wings in the 19th century due to the fact that magazines and newspapers were being produced at a rapid rate. He explains that men were separated by their social class and their power.

Media has helped create gender norms that people feel compelled to follow because of the language that is used to destroy ideas of belonging. Media has shaped expectations of masculinity and men’s interpretation of what a man is. Men in media are demanded to be powerful and emotionless. Basically, a macho bag of muscles. I’m no exception to trying to fit into these norms. It started the first time I watched the film “Rocky” with my father.

It was a hot summer night. The street light gleamed in through the window, providing our living room with a dim candle-like light. My Dad was sitting in the living room fast-forwarding through the commercials with his feet propped up on the black ottoman. I was sitting on the floor with my legs crossed. My head perked up when I noticed the tv displayed in bold silver letters “ROCKY.” I had always loved watching movies with my Dad, he had this gift where he could choose a movie that really inspired me. I always had trouble connecting with my Dad because we were so different but when we watched movies it was like nothing else mattered. There was one point in the film where Rocky began his montage where he climbs the art museum steps and beats up frozen meat. My Dad said something that struck me:

“That’s a real man. He gets the girl, he’s strong and he never gives up.” I didn’t understand it. Rocky was just a guy who beat up others for entertainment. Then it clicked. A man was someone who liked to be physical with others, in order to show their affection. As the movie continued, Rocky beat up more boxers and appeared to be quite monotone and dulled even at the most hardcore fights. Rocky made me believe that men had to be emotionless and could only care about being the best, and if you weren’t the best you go back to the slums. Emotion meant weakness, and only women were allowed to have emotion, so this created the idea that women had to be weaker than men. Masculinity became this stage of life that numbs a boy.

In my opinion, masculinity is this phase that every boy goes through, where they learn this peculiar lesson that emotions are for girls and all men can do is be violent. It's sort of like a second puberty. And in this time you discover that as a man you must always be in control.  For example, Rocky starts off as a bit of a loser. Until he meets Adrian and sort of forcibly tells her not to leave him. Rocky becomes more controlling of his life and he becomes generally happier. It’s the language and messages in films like this that send these beliefs to impressionable boys. What happens to boys when they get lessons like this?

In a New York Times article, Real Men Get Rejected Too, writer Moises Velasquez-Manoff, talks about how men use sexual abuse as a tool of power over women.  Manoff explains where this behavior comes from. Manoff says in his article,“Little data exists on whether kids actually listen to what their parents say, he concedes, but if you don’t talk to your children, he argues, they’re left to absorb norms from, most likely, pornography. And what boys learn from porn is that men must dominate and that women like it that way — neither of which is necessarily true.” What Manoff is explaining here is that pornography acts as the guiding factor for boys sexually and why men use sex as a tool. Pornography is a tool of manipulation, Manoff shows that parents are not all to blame for boys that grow up to be sexual abusers but the media that turns sex into an act of power and control. It’s not just about the images used in the media that destroys feelings of belonging but the language is just as important.

We constantly see language like “faggot”, “wimp” or “pussy,” being used by men in media. This language becomes a part of societal norms, meaning, we as males feel compelled to use this language to show our dominance over other males. Its like were primal beasts fighting for control of the land. When a man uses words like “faggot” or “pussy,” towards another man it's because they feel inadequate to see someone with enough courage to express themselves. This idea of masculinity only exists because people in the media feel inadequate, and now this culture is so invested in our everyday lives we can’t just forget or ignore it. This type of language promotes not only a craving for control but a demand for violence.

Male characters in films don’t have a very wide range of characters. Most male characters are drug lords, a martial arts expert or have a special set of skills used for revenge. In a documentary called Tough Guise: “Violence, Media and the Crisis in Masculinity”, by Jackson Katz, Katz explores male characters created in films and the influence they have on their audiences. Katz states, “What the media does is help construct violent masculinity as a cultural norm. In other words, violence isn’t so much a deviation, but an accepted part of masculinity,” (1:59-2:08). What Katz is saying here is that the media uses only a few types of men in films in order to make men believe that violence has to be a part of who they are, no matter which man they chose to be. When Katz says “isn’t so much a deviation,” he believes that men have this idea that they can’t be a man without being violent.

Masculinity is a social construct that society has created in order to make one gender believe they have more dominance and power over another group. The type of masculinity that is presented in films and other media outlets, has made me feel compelled to bottle up my emotions which causes me anxiety and harder for me to connect with others. Masculinity has created this mask for me to put on and I can’t take it off.


Work Cited

ChallengingMedia. “Tough Guise: Violence, Media & the Crisis in Masculinity.” YouTube, YouTube, 4 Oct. 2006, www.youtube.com/watch?v=3exzMPT4nGI.


Velasquez-Manoff, M.

Opinion | Real Men Get Rejected, Too

In-text: (Velasquez-Manoff, 2018) Your Bibliography: Velasquez-Manoff, M. (2018). Opinion | Real Men Get Rejected, Too. [online] Nytimes.com. Available at: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/02/24/opinion/sunday/real-men-masculinity-rejected.html [Accessed 8 Mar. 2018].


Mosse, G. (2010). The image of man. New York: Oxford Univ. Press.


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Advanced Essay #2: A Mother's Voice

Posted by Eric Valenti in English 3 · Block · A Band on Sunday, December 10, 2017 at 6:43 pm
​Introduction:

My paper follows the topic of parental influence on language and how our parents talked/ read to us as children and how that affected our development through life. The goal of y paper is to show how a parent who reads to their child gives their child an advantage literacy wise. I'm proud of my analysis in my paper I feel as a writer it has grown quite a bit and it sounds better all together. Places that could use some improvement, (if we had a larger word count), would be adding more to my scene of memory. 

A Mother's Voice: 

People believe that our school environment has the largest impact on our speech development and interpretation of literacy. This effect on our speech happens much earlier on in life. Our parents are this early effect. A parent who instills the importance of reading in a child's life gives that child an interest in learning, which will blossom into a dominant cultural capital. A parent who is not involved in a child’s life reading wise places this child at a disadvantage. Recently, I recalled when I went to my mother’s house and remembered a conversation we had about our childhoods. I was about 13.


I sat on the sofa and pulled out my book that I had been reading. Animal Farm, by George Orwell.


“Animal Farm. That’s a good book.” my mom said.


“You read Animal Farm?” I said.


“Of course, I read it a few years ago. Do you like it so far?”


“Yeah, I’m really enjoying it...in a strange way. But I wouldn’t peg you as someone who’d read something like this.”


“Why do you think that?” my mother said, confused.


“You read romance novels and I doubt that Nani would’ve asked you to  read something like this.”


“Why does my mother care about what I should and shouldn’t read?”


“You were sort of… for lack of a better word, poor as a child. I was raised reading books and craving to read more books.


“I had to work for my education, and sure, maybe I wasn’t as proper spoken as you as a child but I’m smart, Eric.” I stood up and grabbed my book not saying anything. I went to my room and fell asleep quickly. It was as if the night went by with a blink.


This memory is like an essay we read in class, The Silenced Dialogue: Power and Pedagogy in Educating Other People’s Children by Lisa D. Delpit. “I am also suggesting that appropriate education for poor children and children of color can only be devised in consultation with adults who share their culture. Black parents, teachers of color, and members of poor communities must be allowed to participate fully in the discussion of what kind of instruction is in their children’s best interest.” (296).  

As a society, people neglect poor children no matter how much they need help, but the moment a child with money has an issue they get all the necessary help. When Delpit states, “instruction in their children’s best interest,” she believes  that  as a society need to put our differences of privilege aside and help the poor, using our privilege because that is a part of our culture. My mother as a child wanted help and my grandmother never got my mom any help at all.

The next morning, after my “discussion” with my mom, I heard her voice from downstairs in the kitchen. I walked downstairs, making a slight noise and saw my mom drinking coffee in the kitchen, her phone was on the table. On the phone was her mom.

“Never heard of Animal Farm, sounds fancy.” my grandmother said.

“Yeah it’s pretty advanced for his age, guess all that reading at night with him helped.” my mom said.

“ I loved reading to you.”

“ You never read to me, Ma!” my mother snapped back

“ Yeah I did, I read you….”

“You can’t even think of a book, you were never there for me!” There was a moment of silence, my mother burst into tears and hung up the phone, putting her head on the table in shame.

As Mike Rose wrote in his essay, I Just Want to be Average,  “You're defined by your school as "slow"; you're placed in a curriculum that isn't designed to liberate you but to occupy you, or, if you're lucky, train you, through the training is for work the society does not esteem; other students are picking up the cues from your school and your curriculum and interacting with you in particular ways.” (3).

We separate kids into two groups, smart and slow and we do this at a young age but old enough so that child understands that their behind. Instead of allowing “slower” kids to integrate their ideas with “smarter” kids so that both groups benefit schools put you in classes that just fill up your time, rather than giving you a purpose.

Literacy is a tool used to understand words and people, some people understand these messages better than others. Our parents are meant to lead us, the amount of guidance are parents give us varies.



Works Cited:

I Just Wanna Be Average by Mike Rose

Rose, Mike. "I Just Want to Be Average." Lives on the Boundary: The Struggles and Achievements of America's Underprepared. New York: Free Press, 1989. 162-67. Print.


Baca, Jimmy Santiago. A Place to Stand: the Making of a Poet. Grove Press, 2001. [This is the book…]


The Silenced Dialogue: Power and Pedagogy in Educating Other People’s Children by Lisa D. Delpit.
Lisa Delpit (1988) The Silenced Dialogue: Power and Pedagogy in Educating Other People's Children. Harvard Educational Review: September 1988, Vol. 58, No. 3, pp. 280-299


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Advanced Essay #1: A Duck on a Pond

Posted by Eric Valenti in English 3 · Block · A Band on Thursday, September 21, 2017 at 10:32 am
​Introduction:
The goal of my paper was for me to remember and describe what it’s like becoming older and how society and peer pressure changes you. I wanted the reader to remember who they were as a child as well. The child we are can sometimes fade and we forget about them, but at our root, that child is still there. The part I’m most proud of is the symbols I created with rubber ducks and childhood. I could try to improve my reflection but overall I’m proud of this essay. 

A few days ago, I was cleaning my room and under my bed, I found a small rubber duck. I brushed off the dust on the duck, I had forgotten where I got it from or that I even had rubber ducks. The rubber duck is smaller than a pill bottle. It has a paint splatter pattern covering its body, it's not just yellow but covered in blue, red and orange paint splatters. It's so simple in its design and as I looked at it more and more, I began to remember the first time I encountered these bath toys. 
When I was 7 or 8, I went to the movies with my mom, at the time my parents began their separation, my mother was worried that I would become some sort of depressed teen because I’m so young and the divorce would have too large of an effect on me. The movies were my mom’s way to have fun and forget about everything that bothers you.
“We have about twenty minutes until the movie starts, so how about we go to the concession stand and get some popcorn?” my mom said.  I looked up at her and nodded. I followed her with my hands in my coat pockets scratching my fingers against my jacket creating a little noise only I can hear. My mother and I stood in the line, she pulls out money from her purse and begins to count it. I look around the theatre, noticing the flashy design on the fur floors, I see kids running around the small arcade in the theatre entrance. In the corner of my eye I notice a small flashing light, it's coming from a crane game. My mother turns towards me and notices me looking at the game.
“Do you want money to play?” my mother asks.
“Is it okay?” I reply.
“Of course it's okay.” She hands me three crinkled one dollar bills and I walk towards the crane game. The game is a large red box with a banner that says “Winner Every Time” in large, gold, cursive font. I insert the first dollar into the slot. I look into the case noticing the game only has brightly colored rubber ducks in different costumes. I move the joystick over the pit of ducks and press the small red button. The crane delves into the pit of gold and picks up a single duck. I grab the toy from the receptacle below. It's a duck with a cowboy hat. My mom walks over with a small popcorn bucket and two sodas. 
“Good job kid, do you like him?” I hold the rubber duck in my tiny, chubby hands and begin to laugh. This rubber duck looked so dumb and the design was lazy yet it made me happy. I felt warm and safe. I was so happy and carefree when I was younger like nothing could hurt me. I was okay with my chubby exterior and my huge tooth gap. Everything was easy when I was young, I couldn’t hurt anyone or myself. I was allowed to dream as big or as small as I wanted. All I worried about was getting as many ducks as I could.  
I was this little ugly duckling who just wanted to fly and didn’t care about what other people thought. When you're young you're not afraid to show who you are, you're oblivious to society or even know what society is.  When you get older you feel like you constantly need to be in this defensive state because everything is trying to bring you down. You can spread your wings when you're young and fly as much as you want. But then people make you realize that you can’t fly and they clip your wings.
Eventually, I got more and more ducks. They distracted me from everything that was going on around me, whenever I was sad or angry, I went upstairs to my small blue bedroom and pulled out the plastic bin holding my ducks. No worries, no one to impress, the only person to make happy was me. When I was about 11 or 12, toys became lame and kids my age got rid of anything that seemed too childish and I was one to follow the crowd. So, I threw out everything too “kiddie.” The last thing I gave away was that bin of ducks. My happy memories fled from my mind and all I could remember was all the pain I felt. I became this self-conscious teen and kept changing myself even if I didn’t want to. I went into this numb state of mind. 
During one summer, my sister and my mom went to a carnival. I stayed back, fearing to be around too many people, the yelling, and the screaming and having to deal with flashing lights, the very thought made me sick. After a few hours, my sister and my mom returned home.
“How was the carnival?” I asked.
“Basic, it was fun though.” My sister sat on the couch immediately pulling out her phone and began to type away. 
“ I had fun and I wish you came, but we did win you something.” My mom unzipped her large black purse and pulled out two ducks. One of the ducks was the paint splatter duck and the other duck was a white duck with blue snowflakes covering its body. “Hope you like them.” She handed me the ducks, and my slender hands held them. As I held the ducks, these rubber useless toys, I was reminded of the wonder that I once knew. I had lost myself and forgot about this child I once was.  I’m an ugly duckling on his own who forgot how to fly and just remembered how.
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E2 U6 (Maren,Arthur, Olivia and Eric)

Posted by Eric Valenti in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · A Band on Wednesday, May 24, 2017 at 11:33 am
El Amor De Oya y Rosalinda

Un dia, Oya estaba observando los humanos en una nube (ya que monta tormentas a batalla) cuando vio una mujer hermosa. Tenía piel oscura como la noche y manos desgastadas con trabajo duro. Era la mujer más bonita que había visto Oyá, y se enamoró inmediatamente. Pero ella realizó que no podía casar con ella porque ella era una diosa y la mujer era un mortal. Todas las personas saben que está contra los leys de la naturaleza. Ella era muy triste. Se perdió su amor antes que podía conocerla.

Se fue a su casa y se lloró por un tiempo. Despues, decidio a ir a su hermana Oshun para consejo. Oshun vivía en un palacio en los bancos de la orilla. Era grande y hecho de cristal brillante. Oya subió las escaleras y entró el palacio. Oshun estaba sentando en un trono hecho de agua. Oya corrió a sus pies y dijo “Hermana! Tengo una dilema terrible!” Empezó a llorar.

Oshun dijo, “No llores Oya, sabes que puramente la amas?”

“Sí!” respondio Oya.

“Bien, entonces tengo un proposición para tí. Si renuncias sus poderes por un día, y los dan a mi, puedes estar con su amor.”

Oya pensó por un minuto. No quería renunciar sus poderes, pero amaba la mujer mucho. Ella se aceptó, pensando en sus hijos adoptivos, los Abeji. Ellos necesitaban un buen madre. En un destello, Oya se transformó en un mortal. Sentía diferente. Se fue a la tierra de los mortales y encontró la mujer. El momento que el mujer vio Oya, se enamoró también.

“Soy Rosalinda,” dijo la mujer.

“Soy Oya”

“Como la Orisha?”

“Si, pero he convertida en mortal.”

“Que son algunas de sus intereses? Que le gustas comer?”

“Me gusta el pudin de chocolate y berenjena”

“A mi también!”

Hablaron por horas, caminando por el cementerio porque era el lugar sagrado de Oya. Mientras, Oshun estaba formulando un plan. “Con los poderes de las tormentas, el viento y los relámpagos,” dijo ella,”Puedo matar a Oya y ser la mujer Orisha más poderosa!” Y se fue a encontrar a Oya y a su amor.

Cuando los encontró, Oshun empezó a atacar a Oya y Rosalinda. Oya se atacó de vuelta con sus armas preferidos: machetes, máscaras, guadañas y su iruke. Al fin de la batalla, Oshun era muerta y Oya sobrevivía. Rosalinda estaba herida. Oya se tomó sus poderes del cuerpo de Oshun y se corrió a Rosalinda. La única manera que ella podía sobrevivir era convertirse immortal. Oya la hizo inmortal y los dos vivan felizmente por siempre.



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Mi mural Marconi

Posted by Eric Valenti in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · A Band on Monday, March 27, 2017 at 8:07 am

Mi nombre es Eric Valenti. Soy un chico de dieciséis años americano italiano. Toda mi vida he vivido en Filadelfia del sur. Mayoría de Filadelfia del sur es una comunidad italiana, mucha gente de mi barrio es inmigrante. Mi abuela emigró desde Sicilia a Filladelphia, finalmente conoció a mi abuelo, y tuvieron tres hijos.Uno de ellos mi padre que finalmente conoció a mi mamá y también tres hijos siendo yo. Vivo en un barrio principalmente italiano. Gente de mi barrio tienen banderas italianas o tienen  tradiciones culturales que nos relacionamos. Este barrio ha sido así durante mucho tiempo. Algunos de mis vecinos hablan sobre sus historias de la inmigración. Una persona que creció en el sur de Filadelfia es Sylvester Stallone, o como muchas personas lo conocen como Rocky.

Pinto mi mural junto al salón de mi cuadra. El mural sería en la  calle diecisiete, creo que se debe poner cerca de una de mis casas favoritas y donde mi familia siente más conectada. La parta del sur de Filadelfia donde estoy en no tienen un montón de murales o cultura, así que me gustaría mostrar lo que es la comunidad, donde están sus raíces. Mi mural estar ubicado mi casa.

Mi mural, me gustaría hacer un parque, concretamente un mural para el parque más cercano a mí. La razón por la que quiero hacer esto es porque quiero hacer un área donde confluyen la mayoría de la gente de mi comunidad. Este parque ha estado aquí durante mucho tiempo, siempre me gustó ver a gente hablando con la gente nueva aquí. En mi mural que voy a incluir una estatua de hombre llamado Guglielmo Marconi, que inventó el telégrafo, es sólo una estatua en el parque. También voy a incluir árboles y vida silvestre en el parque. Quiero añadir los niños jugando y un banner en la parte superior del mural decirle a la gente a dejar de lado sus diferencias y se unen.

Creo que mi mural cumple con éxito el papel del arte público. Me gusta mi mural y creo que tiene un mensaje positivo.
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Ode to The Death of Emiliano Zapata

Posted by Eric Valenti in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · A Band on Monday, March 13, 2017 at 8:25 am

Eric Valenti y Deja Whitfield


Una Oda a Emiliano Zapata

Intelligente, influencial y comerciante.

Cuando yo te veo pienso un lider artistico.

Tú, el es extrano hombre con un sombrero.


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JACKIE ROBINSON A blessing to our community's sense of self-esteem.

Posted by Eric Valenti in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · A Band on Monday, March 6, 2017 at 3:18 pm
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Este mural demuestra el amor de Philadelphia por Jackie Robinson y cómo los ha inspirado.
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Wall foto Eric V.

Posted by Eric Valenti in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · A Band on Thursday, March 2, 2017 at 6:33 pm
Wall de 17th st.
Wall de 17th st.
El vecindario en el que me estoy concentrando es en la calle 17, en el sur de Filadelfia. Es muy orientado a la familia, barrio italiano. Hay una falta de diversidad, algunos problemas de basura y un área mayormente católica.
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Mural: AQUI Y ALLA. Artistas: Michelle Angela Ortiz, David Flores, Oscar Gallegos, Juan Carlos Reyes and Antonio Leal.

Posted by Eric Valenti in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · A Band on Thursday, February 23, 2017 at 9:36 pm
Alla
Alla
​Ubicado en:  1515 South 6th Street. ( South Philadelphia) 


3 cosas que este mural revela sobre la comunidad: 
-Luchas de los inmigrantes
-potenciar la juventud
- empoderar a las razas españolas
2 objetos, imagenes, frases o palabras en mural
- Mapas 
- Flags 
- Leafs
1 razon que es significativo para esta communidad: 
To connect people in the community to their spanish roots even though immigration issues may separate people from there families. 

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Zapatos Blancos

Posted by Eric Valenti in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · A Band on Saturday, January 7, 2017 at 10:49 pm
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E2 U1 Premios

Posted by Eric Valenti in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · A Band on Wednesday, September 21, 2016 at 11:24 am
Copy of E2 U1 D8 Premios
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U2#8 Internet

Posted by Eric Valenti in Technology - Freshman - Hull - y1 on Thursday, January 14, 2016 at 11:00 am
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  • What TV show did you watch in class?- Frontline Digital Nation
  1. What was this show about?- Learning about the dangers about the internet.
  2. What is the most memorable thing to you about this show?- The most memorable thing about the program is that in South Korea, it was interesting to find out that people died from spending to much time on the internet.
  3. Why/Why not -  is it important to watch shows like these?- It's important to watch these programs because it informs you about the dangers of the internet but it doesn't show the positive effects of the internet. 
  4. How will you keep your future family safe online?-  I would put parental restrictions on certain websites and tell them a speech on about the internet and the dangers but I wouldn't scare them away from the internet.
  5. Why is it important to talk with your family about internet safety- It is important to talk about internet safety because you need to know about the dangers of the internet.
  6. What advice would you give to parents that don't know how to keep their children safe online?- I would tell parents to tell their kids about the dangers and the negative effects of the internet but don't leave out the positive effects of the internet.
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Diamond Poem

Posted by Eric Valenti in Spanish 1 - Manuel - B on Monday, November 23, 2015 at 9:28 am
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Soy Eric
     Siempre soy 
  comico y artistico 
    A veces, me encanta nadar
            pasar tiempo con amigos y ir al cine
   No  ni perezos
ni feo
Yo soy
  !Yo!






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iwitnessbullying

Posted by Eric Valenti in Technology - Freshman - Hull - y1 on Monday, October 26, 2015 at 12:38 pm
​ Today in class we watched a video called "I witnessed bullying" we had to look up our self and our partner's on google. The video really showed how people feel after a day of bullying when someone doesn't do anything and a day of bullying when someone does speak up. I am a photo of myself online. People percieve me as whatever they want to think as funny or even stupid I don't really care.The goal of internet trolls is to make people feel bad and they feed off of people and this keeps fueling them to keep trolling them. Online anonymity is good for security billing which is when you order something and you can talk to the delivery company the negative effect is people can get hurt by what people say.
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Eric Valenti Home Network

Posted by Eric Valenti in Technology - Freshman - Hull - y1 on Thursday, October 15, 2015 at 12:28 pm
​ All the devices on my network are three iphones, two laptops and a tablet they are all connected because they all work off the same network so if the network is slow all the devices will be slow. I learned how networks work they start with a cloud and for my network are connected with a co ax cable to a modem router which sends a signal to all my devices. If I had to tell people about all of this I would tell them that  cables are different when it comes to connecting from the cloud to modem router
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