My group members are Helen, Shannon, Jeffery, Micael R, and myself. When coming up with ideas on how to get our problem known and acknowledged around the school we wanted to see different ways that would not only be seen/ heard but be beneficial. When I was creating the posters my first thought was to post posters around the school with facts about teen pregnancy. Though knowing statics would be great we thought that they would be too boring for people to read. So we came up with the idea of posting different picture on a poster and then stating a quick sentence that would leave the readers with a quick thought.

We split our group into different sections that people will be in charged for. Helen, Shannon and I were in charge of creating/designing the posters that would be that hung up around the school. Jeffery is in charge of creating a twitter account in which he will post different topics, and facts about teen pregnancy and Jeffery was in charge of finding a website that resulted back to teen pregnancy and creating a QR code for it. 

When working with my group members about what would be in the poster seemed to be the most challenging aspect of our project. Finding away to be different, amusing, but serious was a little difficult for us to come up with. Although this part took us a day or too to work over, we finally came up with away that would be beneficial to our viewers. I enjoyed working with my group and I think we did a great job pulling everything together.

“G’day Mate,”

“Howdy, partner! Ya’ll from round these parts? ”

“Haha Ayo Key, pass me thee chips!”

“Ard. Yo I don’t understand why they be talking so weird and they accents oh my gosh!”

“Right they always talking bout us and the way we break things down, and how we speak but the way they speak is all wrong can’t nobody understand what the hell they be saying they need to correct that Shit!”

“Nah Sha, I mean I wouldn’t call it wrong but its just real different from us. I mean other countries just put such strong emphasis on their words or at least too much, I mean I don’t know but that doesn’t mean the way they pronounce it is wrong haha.”

That was the day I actually began to think about languages, accents and the way certain people speak all over the world. When coming across new and different people who pronounce words different from the way we’re accustomed to people always begin to pin point and judge. They may call it “weird” or “wrong”, but the real question is “is the way we speak right or wrong?”

“F’ that Key, yo look dey just speak like outta with too much sound and emphasis or they sound to uptight like something stuck up there nose.”

“Okay’ so if people who speak with different accents seem wrong or uptight what do we sound like.”

“Regular!”

“That makes no sense. What if we’re actually the ones speaking and pronouncing things incorrectly?”

“We’re not.”

“How do you know that, you didn’t create all words and its pronunciations did you.”

“Naw but…”

“Ard den haha. I mean I’m not gonna lie doe the way they speak, it doesn’t sound regular to me but bet we sound just as bad to their ears.”

“Weird, wrong, incorrect, uncommon!” We use those words not only based off of the way that other speak and the accents they’re accustomed to, but base what’s right from wrong in our minds off of the way it has been "taught" to us. Language is only what people make it to be know one can say a language is right or wrong basing the fact that no one is one hundred percent sure if the way their pronouncing their words is the “right way” to say them.

“Key lemme ask you this, do you think you speak normal?”

“Hell yeah! Haha you can ask anyone that and they’ll tell you they believe they speak normal. Do you think you speak normal?”

“Sho do! Haha lemme stop, I can speak normally, you know full sentences and etc but this is they way I chose to speak. That don’t make the way I speak wrong and people shouldn’t judge me off of it.”

“Okay so that doesn’t make the way they speak incorrect either. You speak the way you speak because not only is that the way that you’ve been taught but since it feels normal to you, you’re not going to change it. That’s probably the same way someone else that you’re judging feels.”

“Shut up Key! Haha you think you smart”

“Ayee’ I’m jus sayin.”

 “English Accents” you hear them all over the world from North America to Australia, South America to England and etc. Is one better than the other? The area we live in, our surroundings, and the different types of cultures we are accustomed to defines the way we speak. Having accents are just ways to take the English language and expand it to different and unique ways of speaking. “In Black English isn’t a language, then tell me what is,” by James Baldwlin he say “language, incontestably, reveals the speaker”.  Language is a big part of acknowledging someone’s identity. Everyone has a accent whether its very noticeable or very hard to hear, its one of out of millions of ways to makes us different from one another. By telling someone that they speak is incorrect is like disgracing someone’s whole identity.

James Baldwlin’s also states in, If Black English isn’t a language, then tell me what is; “Now no one can eat his cake and have it too”.

This means that when it comes down to languages and accents you can’t judge someone else’s without judging your own. How can we call the way someone else speaks incorrect when we’re not one hundred percent sure if the way we pronounce things is correct. Is there such thing as a right or wrong accent, or is it just a state of mind. Should we go around judging people based off the way they speak, or should we be complimenting them on how it’s so different but yet so unique?  We should find the positive on what so many people call a negative, and just embrace the different and unique accents we have in our English language. No one man is better than the other, unless ones mind let it be so.

“I just want to be free!”

I look around my surroundings, waterfalls, sunsets, and green grass sprouting out the ground not afraid to show its identity, unlike me, I am hiding behind my own shadows.

Birds chirping, singing me that beautiful lullaby I was never told as a child

I am tired.

I guess blue, black, and red are my favorite colors because I wear them all the time.

It started when I was 7!

To young to know right from wrong but I guess I was old enough to know pain and misery, that’s all they’ve given me was pain and misery.

“I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!” All my life these 6 powerful words have been spit upon.  Sorrow and hurt have been stomped on, just…like… my… face.

 My parents never game a damn about me.

I was simply just a check that came through the mail.

I just want to be loved!

I stand tall like the trees, but broken down like these rocks

Fuck the rain I created these waterfalls from my tears at night.

I am an abused child.

Why am I an abused child?

No one ever told me they loved me before I laid my head down at night.

What, am I not good enough for you?

Am I only worth your anger and animosity? Bittersweet kisses planted on my cheek from your fist. I guess you love to mark your territory.

“Shit I’m doing it again!”

Constantly feeling like I’m doing something wrong but I’m the victim!

            “I just want to be free”

When I run they always find me, when I hide the lights are always being shun upon me.

                                                So here I am

Standing upon this waterfall it’s my time to go.

            No one can find me now. They would never look for someone so ugly in a place that’s so beautiful.

            I’ve only lived 17 years and though so short it feels too long I jus want be free…. and suicide seems to be the only key to that door so here I go.

 My foot loosing its grasp from the ground, eyes closed shut like the doors of freedom I am trying to open,

 I have fallen.

My last breath hits the water, my hourglass has finally ran out.

I choke, cough out my last breath, my last air bubble. It flows deeper and deeper into the water as it relays my last message to the world, “I Am Free!”

  New Beginnings after a tragic ending

“Tick Tock Tick Tock” my body froze, motionless I can hear the hands on the clock ticking so softly but roaring loudly in my ear. My head turned slowly towards the clock “2:00pm”.

“Key what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh uh nothing” that was weird.  I was walking with friend home from school since we got out early. It took us a while to get to her house but once we got there we were exhausted. After we got something to eat we sat on her porch and laughed for hours and hours, that’s when it all began. Instantly I realized I had 14 missed calls I quickly called my cousin.

“Hey wassup,” silence.

“Hello” I repeated caught of guard by the silence.

“Key, where you at? We been calling you, you need to get home now!”

“Wait, what’s wrong?”

“We’re coming to get you. Your brother died in a car accident.”

I didn’t know what to say my vision blurred, palms began to sweat. Crash, my phone fell from my grip and for once in my life I couldn’t speak.

         “Dang Kev you always cheating in something!”

         “Dang lil sis you always losing in something!” my brother laughed hysterically mocking my anger. I stared cold-heartedly at him I didn’t find a damn thing funny. I was 7 years old and he was 12 at the time. We just got done playing Street fighter 4 times and I lost each round. The thought of losing to my brother made me cringe and him rubbing it in only made it worst.

“Its not funny!”

“Your right it’s not funny key” I smiled

“Its Sad!”

“Housed!!” my cousin yelled cracking up on the floor. My smile faded quickly,

Thump, thump, thump, I stormed up the steps flushed with embarrassment.

“Aw key you know I love you and don’t worry sis ima teach you how to strategize that way when you older you can take on anybody well except me of course.”

“Chill cuz now you know aint no girl playing video games it’s a man thing that aint no girl ready for.”

I proceeded to my room as I glanced at my cousin one more time and smirked we’ll see bout that.

         Everything around me grew black and cold. None of this was making any sense how could my brother die, I just saw him yesterday? I stared at the sky reminiscing about old times we had. I could feel a storm coming and before I knew it my vision began to blur as the liquid formed into my eyes and then it rain. Tears began to drop from my eyes flooding my cheeks with streams of sorrow. Each teardrop represented the time I’d have to spend without my brother until the tears stopped symbolizing that my pain and time would be gone and I’d see him again. Just then my cousin drove up the block and signaled me to get in the car I glanced at my friend who understood it was time for me to go. I hopped in the car and drove home with my cousin silently except for the small talk about how my whole family was inside my house. Staring out the foggy window spotting families sitting on porches and little kids playing I suddenly realized my life would never be the same. We parked the car down the street from my home and began walking up the block. I signaled him to go ahead of me because I was in no rush to go home. I walked slowly to my house as people stared at me to see my reaction. I began walking up my steps as I stood frozen on my porch breathing slowing reaching for the doorknob I slowly turned it open entering my home knowing that it was time to face my reality.

Through my brother’s death I realized that the world is REAL.  Life is short my brother died at 19 and for the times I have on earth have I’m going live it to the fullest and do things I’ve never done before, be spontaneous and adventurous but most importantly have fun!  Life never goes the way you may plan it to but you have to deal with the cards you’re dealt with. I learned to never hold grudges for a tomorrow that may never come and to tell the people that matter the most to me that I love them because it maybe the last chance I get. I realized that you only get one shot at life and every minute counts no matter who you are. That person who thinks they’re above everybody (your not), or that shy boy or girl who always feels misplaced and or unwanted (your not), jus let go of all insecurities and negatives and have fun besides like Drake said, “Everybody dies but not everybody lives” 

The last part i was saying was cut off. I was saying pasar un rato con amigos, hablar por telefono, ir al cine, y esuchar musica. Nos llevamos bien porque somos personalidad perfecto.

In order to get someones number in Spanish you need to know:

*The Numbers in Spanish

*How to ask "What's you number?"

* How to break up and separate the Numbers.

To ask someone for there number in Spanish you say: Cual es tu numero de telefono? This mean "What is your phone Number?"

Numbers:

The second most important thing that you need to know is how to break up the numbers when getting someone's number. 

Example: (215)-872-3452

In Spanish you would break the numbers up like this: (2 / 15)-8 / 72- 34 / 52

so you would say:  Dos(2) /Quince(15)- Ocho (8) / Setenta y dos(72)- Treinta y cuatro(34)- Cincuenta y dos(52)

Try a couple on your own:

215-333-6790

267-897-0234

Don't forget to break up the number.

Learning the Days of the week is very simple in Espanol.

In order to learn them you must know:

*The Days  of the week

*Instead of Sunday being the first day of the week like in the English calender, Monday is the first day of the week.

*the days of the are always lowercase.

Days of the Week:

lunes: Monday

martes: Tuesday

miercoles: Wednesday

jueves: Thursday

viernes: Friday

sabado: saturday

domingo: Sunday

In order to greet someone and have a simple conversation in Spanish you have to know:

How to say Hello in Spanish

How to Ask someone their name

How to ask someone how they are doing.

         You can say hello to someone by saying one of the following greetings according to the time of day:

¡Hola! = Hello (Anytime)

¡Buenos dias!= Good Morning

¡Buenas Tardes!= Good Afternoon

¡Buenas noches!= Goodnight

When asking someone their name in Espanol you say ¿Como Te llama?

There are two ways to ask someone their name. When speaking to an adult to say ¿Come se llama?

When speaking to an peer you say ¿Como te llama?

If someone was to ask you ¿Como te llama?, meaning "What's your name", you would say in respone

"Me llama es ___(your name)"

Finally if someone ask you your name and you want to know what's theirs in return you say (if adult) ¿Como se llama (Usted)? or just ¿Y Usted?. When asking a peer what's their name in response you say ¿Como te llamo (tu)?, or just ¿Y tu?.

¿Y? Makes the E sound

When asking someone how they are doing you say:

 ¿Como estas?(peer)

  ¿Como esta?(adult)

        ¿Que tal?

Ways to tell someone how you are doing:

(Muy) Bein, gracias = (Very) Good thankyou

Mas o menos. = Regular/fine/okay/average

 (Muy) Mal = (Very) Terrible

Just like the names, if someone ask you how you're doing and you want to know how they're doing in return you say:

¿Como estas(tu)? or just ¿Y tu? (peer).

When asking an adult you say ¿Como esta (usted)? or just ¿Y Usted?

Now here's a video of two people meeting for the first time greeting each other in Espanol