Esto es un buen lugar para poner un mural porque tiene tráfico de pie. El lugar es en un estación de tren en Germantown. 

Matzo Ball Soup

Ingredients:

2 eggs

2 tablespoons of vegetable oil

2 1/2 quarts of cold water

packet of Manischewitz Matzo ball mix

Directions:

1. In a small bowl beat 2 eggs with the 2 tablespoons of vegetable oil.

2. add content of packet and stir with fork until properly mixed.

3. Place bowl in fridge for 15 mins. 

4. In a 4 quart pot, boil  2&1/2 quarts of water and 2 teaspoons of salt

5. wet your hands and mold the mix into balls approx. 1 inch in diameter.

6. drop balls into boiling water, cover, and reduce heat to a simmer for 20 mins.

7. add them to boiling chicken broth with carrots, onion, salt, and pepper.

Analysis:

Mike and I decided to make Matzoball soup because we are both Jewish and matzo ball soup is considered a staple for meals during important Jewish holidays (most notably Passover). We decided to make the soup for many other reasons. One of them was because of the recent frigid temperatures, and we felt like soup was something that is always great for warming people up. We also felt as though it was fairly healthy compared to other food that is typically associated with American Jews (latkes, kishka, brisket, jelly donuts, etc). According to Mike 25% of the ingredients were processed. We made 4 servings worth of chicken broth, and 4.5 servings of matzo balls. All together that is 245 calories, 6620mg of sodium, 58g carbohydrate, 4g sugar, 4.5g protein. Assuming that the servings are to be split among 10 people, it is 24.5 calories per person, 662mg sodium per person, 5.8g carbohydrates per person, .4g sugar per person, and .45g protein per person. It contains almost no sugar and is low in calories, but it contains a lot of sodium. The ingredients are fairly local. Mike found that the broth came from Pittsburgh, the matzo ball mix came from Newark, and that the eggs were local. So low carbon footprint for making this matzo ball soup in Philadelphia. The total price for ingredients was $6.80. It also didn't take long to prepare (40-50 mins). 

Reflection:

In this unit I have learned about the different ways in which the food that is sold in this and other countries is made. I learned about how the food is not made with all the natural ingredients we assume they're made with, and instead are made with chemicals and other things to keep them preserved or to produce them in a less expensive way. I learned that the "Western diet" is the name of the diet that people say most Americans are on where they consume processed foods, and a lot of meat. My role in the larger food system is as a consumer. I consume all sorts of food, that are part of many different food groups. The biggest problems with our food system is that the food is made with all these chemicals, and are engineered in a way where they look more appealing but may provide less nutrition for the consumer. We also consume a lot of starches, sodium, and non natural sugars. One big change I could make to my food choices would be to make a point to eat more fruit, and drink water as my default. I could also cut out soda, fatty foods, fried foods, and processed foods. If I ate more fruit I would have more energy. If I cut out soda, fatty foods, fried foods, and processed foods I would have more energy, I would lose weight and I would start to make even smarter food decisions. I'm willing to make some of these changes. I'm trying to cut down on soda, and not over eat. I am also trying to consume more produce but it can be an expensive habit if I don't take it from home. 

Esto es una oda a el honorable Pancho Villa

fuerte, carismático, revolucionario 

Cuando yo te veo pienso en tu cabecilla habilidad, tu determinación, tu compromiso

Me haces reflexionar en lo que es ser líder. 

Tú, un revolucionario, un héroe, un buen político. 

Sí pudiera vivir nuvamente mi vida,

Yo haría tomaría las cosas más en serio.

Yo haría más optimista para me. 

Yo sería más aventurero. 

Iría al gimnasio tres veces de la semana. 

Yo jugaría más baloncesto. 

Yo miraría Breaking Bad. 

Comería desayunar cada día. 

Estudiaría más, procrastinaría menos. 

Compraría más regalos para los miembros de mi familia. 

Aunque, es difícil para cambiaría. 

Isaac Aaron Adlowitz: inscrito en el registro civil de Filadelfia el 27 de noviembre de 1995. El origen de mi nombre viene después de Yitzhak Rabin. Mis padres se divorciaron cuando tenía cuatro años. Mí madre es una artista y mí padre es un trabajador independiente. Me encanta jugar y ver el béisbol. También me encanta cocinar y comer. 

Yo soy blanco americano, y masculino. Yo no soy alto, pero no soy corto tampoco. Yo no soy gordo, y no soy flaco tampoco. Tengo el pelo corto de marrón oscuro. Yo tengo ojos cafés. Me gusta sonreír porque hace otros personas feliz. Tengo usado gafas durante seis meses.  Me gusta llevar camisetas, suéteres, y camisas con cuello. También me gusta llevar vaqueros y  zapatos de Nike y zapatos de Jordan. No me gusta llevar sombreros porque me encanta mi pelo. Mis compañeros dicen que yo soy amable, gracioso, único, y extraño. Mi familia dice que yo soy bobo, simpático, gracioso, molesto, y inteligente. Mis amigos dicen que yo soy bobo, gracioso, optimista, simpático, y leal. 

Yo vivo con mi padre la mitad del tiempo, y con mi madre y mi padrastro la otra mitad del tiempo. Mis padres y yo nos llevamos muy bien. Yo quiero a mi madre porque ella es muy simpática, amable, y por otras razones también. Yo quiero a mi padre porque el es gracioso, inteligente, y por otras razones también. Yo tengo una hermanastra. Mi hermanastra y yo también nos llevamos muy bien.  Mi mejor amigo Josh y yo, somos mejores amigos desde preescolar. Mi amigo va una universidad en Worcester, Massachusetts ahora mismo. Yo extraño mucho a mi amigo. Josh es muy inteligente, simpático, generoso, gracioso, y amable. Mi mejor amigo es interesante y puede hablar de deportes, política, películas, música, y mucho más.  En cuanto mis relaciones académicas, mis profesores y yo tenemos una buena relación. Me cae bien el Sr.Sánchez porque me encanta la historia, y él y yo hablamos de la comida y los deportes. Me cae bien el Sr. Baird porque él es muy gracioso y interesante. Me cae bien la Srta. Rami porque ella es muy simpática y permisiva.  Me cae bien el Sr. Reddy también porque el es muy organizado y sarcástico. Las clases de matemáticas y ciencias en generales son difíciles para mi. Sin embargo, las clases de español, historia, y ingles en generales no son difíciles, pero tampoco son fáciles. Me gustan las clases de español, historia, y inglés mucho. 

  Yo soy judío y agnóstico. Me preocupo por los demás y sus opiniones. Estoy una combinación de seguro y inseguro. Me gustan las personas inteligentes y graciosas. Me siento feliz cuando yo como, veo mis amigos, y veo el béisbol.  Me gusta cocinar, comer, explorar la cuidad, ver la televisión, ver películas, jugar videojuegos, hablar con mis amigos y mi familia, y jugar deportes. Béisbol es mi deporte favorito. He estado jugando béisbol desde cuando tenía seis años. Yo juego béisbol de la escuela y de mi barrio. Los ''Phillies'' de Filadelfia son mi equipo favorito. Es difícil decir quién es mi jugador favorito. Me molesto cuando la gente no tiene un sentido de humor y escribe mi nombre como "Issac". Me interesan los deportes, la comida y la historia. En el futuro (el año que viene), quisiera ir a la universidad y estudiar relaciones internacionales o ciencia política. También estoy pensando en tomar clases de negocios. Mis universidades favoritos son la Universidad de Wisconsin-Madison, la Universidad de Pennsylvania, Americano Universidad, Washington Universidad en St. Louis, Universidad de Temple, Universidad de Tulane, la Universidad de George Mason, o la Universidad Estado de San Diego.  Sueño con trabajar en una oficina de un equipo de béisbol profesional o trabajar para una embajada en un país extranjero. 

Yo soy un hombre de muchos intereses. Tengo muchas cualidades de las cuales me siento orgulloso. Mi máscara es similar a el Fanático de Philly. El Fanático de Philly es la mascota de los ''Phillies'' de Filadelfia. El Fanático de Philly es bobo, orgulloso, verde y grande. Me gusta mucho el Fanático de Philly. 

Yo soy blanco americano, y masculino. Yo no soy alto, pero no soy corto tampoco. Yo no soy gordo, y no soy flaco tampoco. Tengo el pelo corto de marrón oscuro. Yo tengo ojos cafés. Me gusta sonreír porque hace otros personas feliz. Tengo usado gafas durante seis meses.  Me gusta llevar camisetas, suéteres, y camisas con cuello. También me gusta llevar vaqueros y  zapatos de Nike y zapatos de Jordan. No me gusta llevar sombreros porque me encanta mi pelo. Mis compañeros dicen que yo soy amable, gracioso, único, y extraño. Mi familia dice que yo soy bobo, simpático, gracioso, molesto, y inteligente. Mis amigos dicen que yo soy bobo, gracioso, optimista, simpático, y leal. 

Yo vivo con mi padre la mitad del tiempo, y con mi madre y mi padrastro la otra mitad del tiempo. Mis padres y yo nos llevamos muy bien. Yo quiero a mi madre porque ella es muy simpática, amable, y por otras razones también. Yo quiero a mi padre porque el es gracioso, inteligente, y por otras razones también. Yo tengo una hermanastra. Mi hermanastra y yo también nos llevamos muy bien.  Mi mejor amigo Josh y yo, somos mejores amigos desde preescolar. Mi amigo va una universidad en Worcester, Massachusetts ahora mismo. Yo extraño mucho a mi amigo. Josh es muy inteligente, simpático, generoso, gracioso, y amable. Mi mejor amigo es interesante y puede hablar de deportes, política, películas, música, y mucho más.  En cuanto mis relaciones académicas, mis profesores y yo tenemos una buena relación. Me cae bien el Sr.Sánchez porque me encanta la historia, y él y yo hablamos de la comida y los deportes. Me cae bien el Sr. Baird porque él es muy gracioso y interesante. Me cae bien la Srta. Rami porque ella es muy simpática y permisiva.  Me cae bien el Sr. Reddy también porque el es muy organizado y sarcástico. Las clases de matemáticas y ciencias en generales son difíciles para mi. Sin embargo, las clases de español, historia, y ingles en generales no son difíciles, pero tampoco son fáciles. Me gustan las clases de español, historia, y inglés mucho. 

  Yo soy judío y agnóstico. Me preocupo por los demás y sus opiniones. Estoy una combinación de seguro y inseguro. Me gustan las personas inteligentes y graciosas. Me siento feliz cuando yo como, veo mis amigos, y veo el béisbol.  Me gusta cocinar, comer, explorar la cuidad, ver la televisión, ver películas, jugar videojuegos, hablar con mis amigos y mi familia, y jugar deportes. Béisbol es mi deporte favorito. He estado jugando béisbol desde cuando tenía seis años. Yo juego béisbol de la escuela y de mi barrio. Los ''Phillies'' de Filadelfia son mi equipo favorito. Es difícil decir quién es mi jugador favorito. Me molesto cuando la gente no tiene un sentido de humor y escribe mi nombre como "Issac". Me interesan los deportes, la comida y la historia. En el futuro (el año que viene), quisiera ir a la universidad y estudiar relaciones internacionales o ciencia política. También estoy pensando en tomar clases de negocios. Mis universidades favoritos son la Universidad de Wisconsin-Madison, la Universidad de Pennsylvania, Americano Universidad, Washington Universidad en St. Louis, Universidad de Temple, Universidad de Tulane, la Universidad de George Mason, o la Universidad Estado de San Diego.  Sueño con trabajar en una oficina de un equipo de béisbol profesional o trabajar para una embajada en un país extranjero. 

Yo soy un hombre de muchos intereses. Tengo muchas cualidades de las cuales me siento orgulloso. Mi máscara es similar a el Fanático de Philly. El Fanático de Philly es la mascota de los ''Phillies'' de Filadelfia. El Fanático de Philly es bobo, orgulloso, verde y grande. Me gusta mucho el Fanático de Philly. 

En cuanto mis relaciones académicas, mis profesores y yo tengo un buen relación. Me cae bien el Sr. Sanchez porque me encanta historia y, él y yo hablan de la comida y los deportes. Me cae bien el Sr. Baird porque él es muy gracioso y interesante. Me cae bien la Srta. Rami porque ella es muy simpática y permisiva.  Me cae bien el Sr.Reddy también porque el es muy organizado y sarcástico. Las clases de matemáticas y ciencias en generales son difíciles para mi. Al contrario las clases de español, historia, y ingles en generales no son difíciles, pero no son fáciles. Me gustan las clases de español, historia, y ingles mucho. 

Yo soy mucho emocionado de aprender más Español en la clase de Español 4. Yo soy emocionado de estar inmerso en español mientras en esta clase. 

https://sites.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/recorrido-de-filadelfia/

The Q3 Benchmark was to make a guide of the city like pick out a restaurant, a few places to go, and events that only happen in Philadelphia. We also had to show the person reading what we wrote how to do something in the city. My group taught people how to ride different forms of transportation while I taught the reader how to order a cheesesteak the Philadelphia way. My group and I decided to choose different places to visit, different events to focus on, and different foods traditional to our city. 

I learned a little bit more about Philadelphia, I learned how to describe some of my city in 

Spanish, I also learned that I know more than I think about Philadelphia. 

I feel like my final product is very good and has a lot of unique components to it. I feel like I provided good examples of things unique about Philadelphia and they were highlighted throughout mine and my group member parts of the project. 

            All throughout my life people have told me that I’m very well spoken. I take it as a compliment. Even though most of the people telling me that are friends of my parents, who say stuff like,

“Oh you’ve grown so much since the last time I’ve seen you.”

Or,

“Oh, you’ve gotten so much taller since last time.”

I think of myself as being pretty impressionable and easily influenced. If I see someone that I look up to doing something, I tend to mimic their actions because I look up to them and want to do things similarly to them. I think that both what I’ve been told and what I’ve assumed go hand in hand for me. I think it is because I tend to spend a lot of time around people who have wide vocabularies and are very articulate. According to my mom I’ve been that way from a very young age.

            I heard the phone ringing. I was only four years old and I loved answering the phone.

“Who could it be?” I thought to myself. “Is it for me? Is it about me?”

I picked up the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hello, am I speaking with um Karen?” the man behind the phone asked.

“No, this is her son, I’ll put her on.” “MOMMMM! Someone is on the phone calling for you.”

“Okay, thank you, Isaac.”

I walk into the other room to hand my mom the phone.  My mom put the phone to her ear.

“Hello… No thank you, bye!” said my mom as she violently hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Oh it was just some annoying person trying to sell me something.”

“Oh okay.”

I kept wondering why my mom would be angry with someone for calling and trying to sell her something? It didn’t seem so horrible to me.

“Why were you so angry with the person calling?” I asked.

“I’m on a list called the “Do not call list” and I get really annoyed when those people continue to call me when I’m on a list that states I don’t want to hear from them.”

 Finding out that my mom didn’t like when people called our phone trying to sell something to her gave me something new to look out for while being at home.

            A few days later I was sitting at home one night with my mom. The phone rang. I jumped up to go answer it.

            “Hello.”

            “Hi, is this Karen?”

             “No, it’s her son.”

            “Oh okay my name is…”  

            “Are you her friend or are you just trying to sell her something?” I asked.

I heard laughter come from the other end of the line.

            “No, no, no I’m her friend. It’s her friend Susan.”

            “Oh, okay. She’s here. I’ll go get her.”

I handed my mom the phone. I listened to what she was saying just in case the caller had tricked me.

            “Hello… Oh hi Susan.” My mom said.

All of a sudden she started to laugh.

            “He really said that? No, no, no. He is only four years old.”

A few minutes later my mom got off the phone with her friend.

            “Isaac…”

            I interrupted her mid sentence.

            “Who was that mommy? What were you…?”

            My mom interrupted me.

            “She is a new friend of mine.”

            “Oh okay. What were you laughing at?”

            “Isaac, she thought you were a teenager because of the way you answered the phone.”

            How did I sound like a teenager? I thought to my self. Is that supposed to be a good thing or… I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was my voice deeper than the average four year old? Did I have a wide vocabulary? I had no idea what could have led my mom’s friend to jump to that conclusion, but I guess I took it as a compliment.

             “Why did she think I sounded like a teenager?”

            “I don’t know but I heard you ask if she was either my friend or trying to sell me something so I guess it might’ve been the manner in which you talked to her.”            

How could asking such a simple sounding question make people think I’m more grown up than I actually am? On the outside I felt overjoyed and excited but on the inside I wasn’t sure how to feel.  It surprised the heck out of me that someone just, would assume that I was a teenager all because of a few things that I said.

            Before that, I never really had thought about how people’s ways of speaking can tell other people a story about them and their identity. James Baldwin who wrote the essay If Black English Isn’t a Language, Then Tell Me, What Is? Wrote,

             “Language, incontestably, reveals, the speaker. Language also, far more dubiously, is meant to define the other- and, in this case, the other is refusing to be defined by a language that has never been able to recognize him.”

            This quote is relevant to my story because it says that language can reveal a lot about a speaker.  Since the person had not ever met me or heard me speak, she couldn’t have known how old I was. Yet she thought I was much older. This occurrence really made me think about how powerful language can be. I guess now that I am sixteen years and in fact a teenager; maybe my language on the phone makes people assume that I am twenty-six. I’d love to find out how I can use it to my advantage, but I have no idea how that could occur. 

Strike one.

Next pitch, I put down four fingers telling him to throw the change. I really wanted to fool the hitter here. Pitch was right on the inside corner. I remember the loud yell from the ump.

“Strrrrike Twooo!”

I looked over at the batter. He was kind of shot and pretty skinny. I knew he was one of his team’s fastest players. He could hit too according the scouting report all though he was in a slump during the series. I looked over at their base runners, then back at the pitcher.

The ballpark was silent. I put down two fingers signaling for him to throw his breaking ball. He wound up, with the season on the line. Nervous fans were on their feet, one strike away. The atmosphere was electric. The pitch was on its way. It was coming in at about 74 mph, yet it felt like it was coming towards me slower.

The ball curved sharply downward into the dirt. The ump called it low and outside. I had to leave the crouch to block the ball. I looked the base runner back to third.

One ball, and two strikes was the count on the batter. I threw down one finger for the fastball once again. I just wanted the kid to throw a strike so maybe we could get a groundball or something.

“Come on kid.” I kept thinking.

The pitch came in. It was a ball way inside. The batter did an overly dramatic jump out of the box, to show the ump how inside it was.

Two balls, two strikes on the hitter. Opposing fans started getting a little bit more rowdy.  I wasn’t sure what I wanted him to throw. I ended up putting down two fingers yet again, signaling another breaking ball. My heart was pumping a mile a minute. The pitch crossed the plate. The hitter checked his swing.

It was a full count and I couldn’t believe the ump called that just outside.

I ask the ump for time. I could sense the nervousness in the kid. I ran out to the mound, our Skipper right behind me.

Skipper was asking us “What do you feel comfortable throwing him right now?”

The kid told him he thought his fastball or changeup could work. It was also a shock to hear him talk because he had such a thick Dominican accent. Skipper looked over at me for my point of view. I told him that I liked the changeup in this situation. The hitter had to be expecting the heat with a full count, so why not give him the slow stuff to fool him. The ump ran out behind us. He told us to finish up our meeting.

Everyone went back to their positions. I threw down my four fingers, which told him to throw the changeup. He went into the stretch. The runners took off.

The pitch was a hard hit grounder, towards the shortstop. The runner sprinted out of the batter’s box there was almost no chance to get him at first. I knew the throw was coming towards me. I touched the plate with my foot, knowing that there was a force at any base.

I heard people on both sides yelling, “Home, home, throw it home.”  

It all came down to this. The runner was barreling towards me. I was so scared yet so focused on what would be the outcome of the play. He stuck his head down toward my chest. The ball was almost in my glove. As the ball hit my glove, I felt as if a freight train had just hit me. I fell back, as the runner fell forward. The wind was beyond knocked out of me. I heard the ump yell something, but the call just blurred out. And then the rest just blacked out. I don’t know how many hours have passed by since all this. I’m really anxious. Can you please tell me what happened?

Gold Stream

Personal Experience 

It was a Saturday afternoon. I had been at the swimming pool all day. I was there with my mom, my stepsister, my aunt, and my cousin.  I rode home from the pool with my aunt and cousin. My mom and stepsister had left earlier. As we arrived at my house, I saw two cop cars. I could tell something strange was happening.  

As I nervously made my way into my house, I saw my mom talking to an officer. He was holding a clipboard and a writing utensil.  I felt refreshed from swimming yet I couldn’t help sweating anxiously. The officer was asking my mom questions. I wasn’t sure what happened because my mom looked so calm.  I walked into my living room and saw that a window was broken. I noticed two guys looking for fingerprints around the window. I looked around the room. It looked the same except that the floor behind our couch was covered in broken glass.

I remember telling a cop that this really shook me hard. “It’s a violation. That’s a perfectly normal feeling to have,” the cop said to me. I was nervous but I thought to myself, we have an alarm system, so hopefully the burglar or burglars hadn’t taken much. I hoped that none of my personal belongings were taken.

The officers recommended that we remain down stairs until they could search the 2^nd and 3^rd floors of our house. I wanted to go upstairs because I was anxious to let out my frustrations by playing some videogames. The officers didn’t find very much in their search. They reviewed the final police report with my mom and gave us a number to reach them at if we had any thing else to report stolen or if we had any additional questions or concerns. 

As they left, I took a deep breath to reassure myself that everything was going to be okay. I hugged my mom tightly and then went to pour myself something to drink. I walked up to the second floor to play some video games on my PS2. When I got upstairs, I looked down at my TV stand. To my horror my PS2 wasn’t in its normal spot. I realized it had been stolen.

            Losing my PS2 made the robbery feel a lot more real to me. It wasn’t all about the PS2; it was more the violation of having something taken from inside my house-of all the places on the earth, the place I should feel the safest.

             I may sound like I feel the world should revolve around me. But when something you loved is gone, all you want is to have it back in your possession. I felt so paranoid after the robbery. It was crazy how something can change your life just out of nowhere.  I didn’t ever want to leave my house. I found myself avoiding public transportation and walking places by myself. I slept with a baseball bat next to me every night.

            My parents were really worried about me. They put me in therapy for a few sessions. Therapy helped a little bit. It made me realize that it could’ve been a lot worse, and that people take risks everyday.

            The risks we take are vast. They can include driving in a car to get somewhere, or leaving your house unattended for the day. Anything can happen whenever and wherever. You can never predict the exact outcome of what is going to happen, but in life you need to be able to move on, regardless of what has been thrown at you.

            Due to the robbery, a lot of bad ended up turning into some good. I saved up some money and my mom helped me buy a PlayStation 3. I also started to take more precautions to prevent future incidents.

             I ended up learning a lot from it all. I learned more than anything else that taking risks is a large part of everyday life. When I think about them as risks, then I feel like I’m going crazy. The thought of the robbery haunted me worse than the actual robbery. I learned that I have a choice about letting things get to me. If I don’t worry about possible crimes, they don’t seem bother me at all. And this is true in many situations, not just the robbery.

When you first greet someone you would say “¡Hola!” to make them feel welcome. When you wake up in the morning and then see your mom would say “¡Buenos dias!” to wish her a good morning. If you meet up with your friend in the middle of the day you can say “¡Buenas tardes!” to wish them a good afternoon. When you’re about to go to sleep you can say “¡Buenas noches!” to wish the people around you a good night. When someone wants to sit down and talk with you, you can say ¿Que tal?” to see what’s up. When you’re speaking to your grandparents to see how they’re doing say “¿Como esta?” to see how they are. When your talking to your little sister and you want to see how she is say “¿Como estas?” to see what she is up to.  When your confused about what is going on you can say “¿Que pasa?” to find out what you didn’t get.

 Los Buenos modales.                            Good manners.

 In this lesson I will be teaching you how to be polite in Spanish. When your mom feeds you dinner you would say “Gracias”. When your walking down the street and your keys fall out of your pocket, and a stranger hands them back to you respond “Mil gracias”. If you’re in class and you’re trying to figure something out, and your teacher comes over to help respond “Muchos Gracias”. If you do someone a favor and they say “Gracias” then you could use any of the three of these “De nada”, “Por nada”, or “No hay de qué”. When someone says something fast and you don’t understand what they said you could say “¿Como?” When you ask someone to do you a favor you can add a “Por favor” to it to make the person more inclined to do it. When you’re in class copying down notes and someone is in your view you can say, “Con permiso” for them to move. When you speak in front of a large group of people and your trying to get their attention you can say “Disculpe” to make them listen.  If your walking on the street and you pump into to someone inadvertently you can say, “Perdon” to see if they are all right.

What month is Martin Luther King Day celebrated in? A: Enero

What month is Valentines Day celebrated in?  A: febrero

What month is Pi day celebrated in?  A: marzo

What month is April fools day celebrated in? A: abril

What month is Mothers day celebrated in? A: mayo

What month is Fathers day celebrated in? A: junio

What month is Independence Day celebrated in? A: julio

What month doesn’t have any major holidays celebrated? A: agosto

What month is Labor Day celebrated in? A: septiembre

What month is Halloween celebrated in? A: octubre

What month is Thanksgiving celebrated in? A: noviembre

What month is Christmas celebrated in? A: deciembre