• What did you set out to do?

• How does your work incorporate the art of storytelling?

• What do you hope your audience gains from your work?

• What did you gain from doing this work.

Ingredients:

Light cream

Grated Cheese

Chicken

Artichokes

Pasta

Garlic

Oil

Butter

Directions:

Cut chicken into fourths

Heat butter and oil and garlic

add cream after a while

add grated cheese

Boil Pasta

MIX all in bowl

cook artichokes

Add them to bowl and mix

Completed

Nutrients: 

All together a serving would be up to 200 calories, it's not the healthiest foods but it's all natural, we use the freshest cream they have in the supermarket, the cheese added is only 20 calories

The artichokes we buy fresh and cut up i'm not sure the calories but it's fresh and not from a can

The chicken we get the breasts and nothing else and we get the fat out of it with a knife and we cut them into fours and and taking out the fat gets rid of 40 callers from the 100 calories from the pack so the chicken lis only 60 calories 

Analysis: What iv'e learned is that it doesn't matter how many callers something is to be healthy but where it comes from, i'd rather have a 200 calories home cooked meal than a 70 calorie Mc Donald's burger, because of how un natural it is and what it's made from, so even though my food is technically more un heathy, it's not because it comes from a legit place.

writing helped me connect all sorts of ways from writing stories for people top read to sending messages to update each other, writing helped me in compunction, it helps me figure out different words to use in social conversations, such as stases on face book to oral presentations in class. Writing is a big part of my life, although its not always productive or educational i use it in my everyday life. writing helped me learn how to read, because i learned how to write first, so while writing i learned more, its a gateway experience that is useful to just about everyone, its one of the greatest manmade thing there is out there.

Another thing we have is the survey, the survey asked important questions. asking if you know some one who dropped out or if you did drop out what grade where you in. the survey I believe made a big impact because i sent it to every one in my gmail list and I posted a link on Facebook, twitter, and I made sure people saw it. I also posted a link to the website on those sites i've just mentioned. The survey was well organized, there wasn't any spelling errors, the design wasn't too bland or too popping, it was a standard design nothing too spacial about it.

The slogan is what i made i made a couple of them than i picked the one i liked the best witch is "If you drop out of school, you're dropping of your future" I like this one because it's inspirational and i thought it was more thought out than the others, and it makes sense. The quote is in one of the interactive flyers at the top of the page, in a nice font that is big and noticeable at the top of the page, so it catches your eyes. it's long and short i have to say it looks kind of skinny but besides that, it looks good, there are no misspellings on any of the flyers, and there isn't any spacing errors either. 

What I learned during this project is that most of the people who drop out of high school, usually are 9th graders, I don't know what it might be because of a big change, meeting new people harder work, it all depends on the person. and not a lot of people drop out there senior year it's the most early and the least late.

The experience of doing interview, well in my podcast I interviewed my grandfather, twice. Once like earlier in the year, and the other time last week, there are two different interviews that I did some of them are old ones and most of them are ones from last week, I though in the old ones because some of them had a lot to do about crossing boundaries. Like stealing shoes, or stealing anything for that matter, I thing the main part or the crossing boundaries part is mostly about stealing things to survive, in the 1940s.

Editing was a lot easier then what I thought it would be, because the music I chose just went perfectly with the interview itself.

My weakness was about the volume itself, like the music was too loud while the voice was too low. Nothing I can’t fix though.

I agree with the comments my peers gave me because they are right, and honest about their feedback. Also they tell what, and what not to edit and they like most of the editing anyway.

“Ey yo jojo come ovea here.”

“Yeah pop?”

“I need to carry dis box indo tha ay whats it called ay, store.”

“O.k”

What is presented is conversation with my grandfather, the convection always starts out with me talking with right words until we get into a deeper conversation, and then I just start to pick up his accent. I start talking the same way he does, and sometimes I don’t realize I am but most of the time I do realize that I’m talking like him, and I don’t know why I do. Sometimes the accent stays with me for a couple of hours. I don’t realize that I still have the accent. When I still have the accent, people sometimes don’t take me seriously, and it gets annoying. At those points I know how my grandfather feels when we laugh at him, but it’s not his fault, because he never really went to school because he grew up poor, and that’s another reason that people don’t take him seriously.

There are also situations where he would say a whole sentence wrong. he would say something about a door like “Because of dah wood bottom.” when he really means “the bottom of the door is made out of wood that is the problem.” He would also curse a lot, which is a form of his personality not really a part of his accent. He would say “Joe can you stop fuckin aroun all the time, anded lisin to what I’m tryin to say?”

“Ay Joe, pass me them screws?”

“Yeah, sure gimmie a minute ight?”

“ight”

This is the point where I start to talk like him sometimes. I would switch on purpose, but there are times where I switch totally by accident, and I can be stuck in that accent for hours. I would do it to make fun of him but then I can’t control they way I talk after. It’s almost like karma because I to have the accent to make fun, and then I’m stuck with it for a couple hours and it usually gets annoying.

One time I was stuck in the accent in school, and the teacher called on me, and I got in trouble for using the accent, and I said it wasn’t my fault, the teacher said I was be obnoxious, but I wasn’t. It also is obnoxious  when someone calls my granddad annoying and dumb just because he doesn’t have proper grammar. I understand why people might think that but it doesn’t make it right to say it out loud, I only have the accent for a little while he’s stuck with it. All I can assume is that he makes fun of himself also, because all of his friends talk like that too.

“Ay yo Jo Jo.”

“Yeah?”

“Ahh when are goin to the uhh the, gym?”

“Tomorrow why?”

“I just wanted to know.”

The are also times where he would not know what to say or forget how to say something or not be able to spit it out, and sometimes I do that to, It’s not about the accent it’s that some words he doesn’t know too well and, he kind of get stressed over it, and sometimes it pisses me off knowing that he’s not able to talk a well as others but at least he tries and the fact that people don’t take him seriously is a big deal.

I guess it’s just a family curse.

Well doc it all started that one-day when I was patrolling the corner of 12^th and Rooney I was just getting off my shift. I sat down in one of the out side seats and had my self a cup of coffee. I remember because I ordered a medium and, I got a small, so I made her send it back. If I only knew what was going to happen next I would have kept the coffee, and would have not have gotten mad over it. So she was on her way sending the coffee back.             I lit a cigarette, and start to smoke it.

            All of the sudden this man with a ski mask come running out of a bank with a bag of money, runs into the coffee shop and takes everyone hostage. I sit there in a shock, my cigarette drops from my mouth into the coffee. The only thing I can think of is what is this, man, this psycho going to do to these people in this coffee shop. So then next thing I do is stand up and call for back up. But before I could call backup waitress make a run for it but as she got to the door the man shoots the waitress in the back of the head. She fall face first out the front door. She just was lying there with a hole in her head, and covered with her own blood. This is the first time in my career that I have seen any one get shot like that. I was sick to my stomach and was about to puke but I held my head up, and took it as it was. I yelled at him saying “come out with your hands up this is your last chance for you to give up or it will be by force.” Then all of the sudden the back up comes. I turn around to explain the situation, and I got shot in the arm from the guy, blind shooting out the front door. A tear comes running down my face. I start to think about my wife and kids, and all of my accomplishments vanishing into thin air. I start to black out and I feel numb, is this death? I was thinking to myself, or am I still alive. The next thing I noticed is a bright light and I think I’m in heaven because I see my kids and wife, but I focus more, and I’m is a hospital, I turn on the news, and the anchors said that they caught the bank robber, and that was my moment of peace and the feeling of accomplishment.

“Oh, wanna go to South Street?”

“Naw, that’s not a good idea. We do that all the time.”

I was walking down the street with my friends, all of us board.

All of the sudden I had a bright Idea.

“Hey there’s a ware house on front and Washington we should go and explore it and see what’s up.”

My friends give me a weird face

Alex responded with “I don’t know man, it don’t seem like a good idea”

I responded to “Come on guys we should go do this it might be gone someday and we

will never get a chance, come on we only live once.”

Alex agreed “your right we do only have one life to live let take it to the limit”

We headed down to the warehouse to see that the door and windows where covered with wood panels so we tried to pull the off but it was no use. So we went home and decided to try tomorrow. We went back and tried again and we knocked the board down, and walked up the stairs, but all there was up there, was a broken window, and open walls that were broken down.

“Wanna go to the basement?” Moe asked

“Sure, up here is boring me.” I said

we made our way to the basement and found ourselves a set of stairs that lead to another basement that had a twisty staircase that went to the basement, and had no lights that lead us down so we decided to get fireworks, and a flashlight at the corner store. To buy such things and it got too dark out so we decided to do it next weekend because we had school the next day and it wasn’t worth getting in trouble over skipping school, so we were talking in school all week about what we thought was in the basement

“yo, dude if there is a dead body I’ma jet outta there” said Moe

“moe you can’t run if there was a Twinkie across the street” replied Alex

we couldn’t wait any long we decided to skip school on Wednesday and went to the ware house we where all nervous about if the teacher would find out or if we get caught, and get arrested 1000 things was going through my head and I couldn’t think straight and I was getting to the point of just not going into the basement at all I was at the erg of giving up and going to school, but I went through with going into the warehouse. Even though they won’t admit it my friends were as nervous as me.

I learned how to move the picture to front and back and how to use altha thats about it.