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Kaitlyn Petroski Capstone

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in CTE Senior Capstone · Shagin/Ugworji/Walker-Roberts · Wed on Wednesday, May 1, 2019 at 8:56 pm
There are two parts to my capstone. The first is a website, which acts as a resource that holds information about pet adoptions and the negative associations with puppy mills. The second part is an Instagram account that aims to engage an audience and draw them toward learning more. To get the final product, I first had to decide what I wanted to actually do. It’s changed a lot since my first idea, but I settled on the website and Instagram and quickly started my planning phase. I outlined the pages that I wanted to include on the website and brainstormed ideas for posts. After that I had to research, a lot. This was probably the longest part of my project, partially because it is ongoing. After I compiled enough information I started making posts and captions and the website. This took a lot of trial and error and editing, but in the end I can say that I am proud of the final. Even though the project is turned in, it will never be finished, there will always be things that can improved, edited, and added. 

​Project: tinyurl.com/PAWcross

Bibliography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17S_qYH7CgspRJaUfrrK9ENKHeDTobgcbi0HUm1u8dtQ/edit?usp=sharing
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The 10 Minute Extension Podcast #1

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in College English · Pahomov/Rhymer · C Band on Wednesday, January 2, 2019 at 3:22 pm
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Reconstruction of Memory - Kaitlyn Petroski

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in College English · Pahomov/Rhymer · C Band on Sunday, December 16, 2018 at 8:50 pm

I pull up to a stop light, looking to my left, I notice my old middle school. The sight of the building floods me with memories. Most people think fondly of when they were just children with no responsibilities, with no care in the world. I don’t. I wasn’t a particularly happy kid, but it was at its worst in middle school. There aren’t many good memories, but some were livable.

Walking through the hallway was a dangerous game, there was always someone there to make it more difficult than necessary. I don’t remember much of this day, but I was walking back from art class, holding a folder of drawings. A foot stuck out, the folder went flying, and I went down. I couldn’t tell who did it. I was stunned, I couldn’t believe what happened.

I looked up and saw someone looking at me, he wasn’t laughing, just looking. What was his name? It hit me that a popular kid just saw me trip. I shielded my face and looked down, refusing to lift my eyes. I figured if I can’t see him, he can’t see me, right?

A pair of shoes stepped into my view and the person attached to them crouched down to gather my papers. When I finally looked up, he smiled at me and held out a hand to help me up. That had never happened to me before. I was the disposable kid. When someone saw me fall they just kept walking, but not him.

I’m sure he doesn’t remember that day, he probably doesn't remember me at all and that’s okay. That was the happiest I felt that whole year, just the simple fact that someone else noticed. The small moment of kindness defines him in my mind, thinking back about it, I realize that everybody has a different version of you in their mind. Even though I didn’t think anybody cared back then, I know know that at least one person did, even if it was just for a moment.

A honking horn behind me pulls me out of my thoughts and I start driving again.

Author's Note

In my reconstruction of memory I tried to emulate the writing styles and techniques of Margaret Atwood and Ken Kesey. Atwood’s tendency to distance the character from the events and illustrate an apathy in the character, while establishing the character’s emotional attachment is something that I really tried to focus on in this piece. In One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Kesey utilizes the narrator’s skewed view of the world to tell the story, I tried to incorporate this by showing the missing details in my character’s memory.


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Advanced Essay #3: The Fluidity of Self

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in English 3 · Block · E Band on Friday, March 9, 2018 at 8:19 pm
Introduction:

My goal for the paper was to explain my train of thought when it comes to identity and belonging. There were a few sources we went over in class that I knew I wanted to include, so I started to develop a solid thesis based on that. One area that I think I have to improve on is the transitions between topics because it’s a bit choppy at parts. Overall, I’m proud of what I’ve written.


Essay:

Our sense of belonging shapes who we are and how we view ourselves. As babies, we don’t have our own identity, we just exist in relation to other people. Thandie Newton explains this in her TEDTalk, Embracing Otherness, Embracing Myself, she said, “... the self is a projection based on other people's projections.” We are first defined by other people’s ideals and preconceptions about who we are. We can simplify the major influences of belonging to three sections: friends, family, and social media. The way we act within these three groups are usually very different, self is fluid.

Our friends are who we choose to associate with and relate to. This is how other people view you. When you are in a friend group, the way that group is defined is the way you will likely be labeled. Most don’t notice that they do it, but it’s very detrimental. Grouping people and making assumptions about their personality based on it is limiting and can lead to someone being afraid to do something outside of what their friend group typically does.

The next section is family, which, depending on the situation, can be how we view ourselves. It’s the first indication we have of our own identities since the people in your family are the first people you’re close to. This section can be similar to friends in that when a family thinks a certain way, it’s hard for one individual to break that. There are things people keep secret for their entire lives because they’re afraid of the reaction their family will have. Both friends and family have good and bad parts. On one hand, they offer companionship, giving us something to hold onto. On the other hand, there can be an unacceptance to change that puts a limitation on who we can be.

The last piece is social media, which is how we portray ourselves. The growing popularity of social media has sparked a change in the way we think. Due to the huge impact social media has on us, we often think of it first. The first thing we do in the morning is check our phones to go on Instagram or Snapchat. Online, we can post virtually anything we want, so we can be anything we want. According to Psychology Today, “We come to see our identities as those we would like to have or that we want people to see rather than who we really are.”  There is a pressure in today’s society to have a perfect, aesthetic life and teenagers fall victim to this, thinking that they aren’t as good because they aren’t popular on social media.

When I was a kid, I didn’t have a ‘group’. I was part of them all, which ended up with me not actually being part of any of them. This left me in identity limbo, I didn’t know who I was. Eventually, I learned to be my own person; I figured out who I was to myself, not to others. Now, I still have more than one group, but I genuinely fit into each of them, they all matter. I’ve thought about this a lot, trying to understand why I didn’t fit in, but I realized that it wasn’t just me, it’s really the way people view friendships. Someone’s friends shouldn’t be what defines them, they are their people with individual thoughts and interests. Although there are a lot of negative effects on our identities because of social media, personally, I was benefited. Social media helped me to discover who I was. It allowed me to post and express myself in whatever way I wanted. Family also played a big part in this, they support me constantly.

Identity and self are fluid, they change. People see us in different ways and we act differently around them, this forms our identities. Erving Goffman, one of the most influential sociologists in history, has a theory about self that essentially states that there is no one true self. He thinks that humans just display a series of masks to control how we appear. This theory has been seen and adapted many times, Newton even mentioned a form of it in her TEDTalk, stating that the self she tried to use in the world was rejected so many times that it began adapting to the rejection.

Overall, how we belong has the biggest impact on our identity. A part of it is how people view us, but we choose how they see us. We can manipulate people’s insight to our lives and only show what we think they should see. This ties together all the pieces of belonging, family to first shape our identity, friends to help us find it, and social media to help us change and show it.


Works Cited:
Embracing Otherness, Embracing Myself. By Thandie Newton. TEDTalk. July 2011. Performance.

Taylor, Jim. "Technology: Is Technology Stealing Our (Self) Identity?" Psychology Today, July 27, 2011. <https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-power-prime/201107/technology-is-technology-stealing-our-self-identities>

"Erving Goffman and the performed self." Youtube. BBC Radio 4, April 15, 2015. <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Z0XS-QLDWM>

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Advanced Essay #2: Mom's English

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in English 3 · Block · E Band on Sunday, December 10, 2017 at 10:56 pm

Introduction:

​When I started to write this paper, all I knew about it was that I wanted to write about my mom. Basically, I just rambled until I ended up with something I could work with. I'm proud of the quote that I used because it really encompasses the way I feel my mom's way of speaking and just literacy in general. I'm pretty proud of the essay overall, but if I were to edit it more, I would definitely elaborate on some of the ideas brought up and possibly add another scene.

 

When we were first being taught to read in kindergarten, my whole class was sitting on the carpet in the back of the room, while my teacher wrote simple words on the board for us to sound out. She asked a student to read the word “Dad”.

“Duh-ah-duh” The kid stuttered through the word. I was sitting somewhere in the middle of the group with a weird mix of extreme apathy and anxiety. On one hand, I really didn’t want to be picked to read, but on the other hand, I was bored and just wanted us to be finished so we could move on to the music lesson. I could tell that my classmates felt the same because many of them were either talking to each other or staring into space.

“Katie, how about you read this for us?” My head snapped up and my heart dropped to my toes. I saw a second word on the board, “Cat”. Of course I knew how to read it, easy. I sounded it out in my head, Cuh-ah-tuh.

“Come on,” she encouraged, “you can do it.” But I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. The only thing I could think of was the worry of sounding stupid and my classmates laughing at me

This moment is the earliest memory I have of being nervous about reading. It was the first real time I had the chance to be criticized by other people. I had no issue with understanding what the word said. There have been multiple instances where people denoted my intelligence to luck, but that is not at all the case. I’m not lucky. I have worked my entire life to be able to function academically, at the level I do. I credit this entirely to my mom. She made sure that I knew how to read long before kindergarten. My mom has a lot of trouble with English, despite it being her first, and only, language. When it comes to literacy, she’s aware of her shortcomings and she never wanted me to struggle, whether in school or in life, as much as she did. This is why she made sure that I had the knowledge and competence to be confident in my intelligence. Even though I knew I could read and write extremely well for my age, my mom’s uncertainties stuck to me, they made me uncomfortable with reading and speaking.

My mom speaks a different version of English, words are swapped for each other, sentences are mixed around and rearranged, and she doesn’t do it on purpose. We have conversations that would be hard to follow for some people and, much like in Mother Tongue by Amy Tan, it would be considered ‘broken’ English. Tan summarizes the conflict with naming it really well, writing, “It has always bothered me that I can think of no other way to describe it than ‘broken’ as if it were damaged and needed to be fixed, as if it lacked a certain wholeness and soundness.” I’ve always seen my mom struggle and she has always taught me that I need to work hard, I have to work harder than hard, to succeed in life. She motivated me to be intense with my education and to reach out for more opportunities to learn and to get ahead.

As a child, I was relatively aware; I knew we had issues with money, for example, and it’s these issues in particular that push me to be successful in school and, furthermore, in life. My goal is to get to a place where I can support my mom. She has succeeded in supporting me by threads for my entire life, I want to be able to support her with steel beams for the rest of hers.

Language has a major influence on a person’s identity. It has the ability to connect people while also being able to eradicate others; it’s the kind of thing that’s bittersweet. Looking at the effect of language on how people are viewed by society reveals just how important it is. People who speak properly are seen as more intelligent when this is not at all true. Often times, people meet students who don’t speak the standard of a language and they write them off as stupid, they expect them to be less able than their peers. Those expectations push them down and don’t give them the chance to show that they are smart. I was fortunate enough to have someone who made sure that I could avoid those low expectations. My mom’s skill and confidence in literacy affected me in the past, and it still does in a lot of ways. One side of it is that seeing her struggle motivated me. It instilled a determination in me that could never die, it’s the type of motivation that starts as a child and becomes a driving force in life.  The other side shows how her low confidence stuck to me and, sometimes, hindered me. It made me nervous when it came to public speaking and sharing me language with others. Overall, my mom has taught me more than anybody has and I am forever grateful for the lessons she gave.


Works Cited
Tan, Amy. "Mother Tongue." Dreams and Inward Journeys: A Rhetoric and Reader for
Writers. Pearson, 2010.
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Advanced Essay #1: Kaitlyn Petroski

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in English 3 · Block · E Band on Saturday, September 23, 2017 at 6:25 pm
​Introduction:
My main goal for this paper was to describe the confusion of a relationship with a parent that is separated from the family. My main tactic for achieving this was showing two scenes that completely contrasted with each other. In the end, I definitely could have improved on my reflection. This was the most difficult part of the essay to write, simply because I struggled a lot with how to write out my thoughts without rambling. I am, however, very proud of my scenes.

Advanced Essay:
My mom is a single mother who raised me and my half brother almost entirely by herself. Since I was 2 years old, we have a system where I only see my dad once a week, on Saturdays. My dad missed a lot when I was growing up, so to me, it seems like he doesn’t really know me at all.
On one average Saturday, I woke up, got ready for the day, then texted my dad to ask if he was picking me up. My mom reminded me to ask about a program at UArts. The tuition is $300, with a scholarship, and we wanted him to help pay.
A few hours later, my dad knocked on the door and we left. After chatting for awhile and catching up on the things that happened that week, I suddenly remembered the program.
I explained the whole thing and eagerly asked, “ So, can you help pay for it? You would only need to chip in a bit and pay like half, probably less.
“I don’t have any money.” he replied bluntly.
“Dad, I’m serious.”
“I am, too! Ask your Aunt Sharon, she’s made of money,” this is a tactic he’s been using since I was a little kid. Whenever he wanted to get out of buying me something he would say that.
Irritated, I said, “Okay, but she’s not my dad,” with finality, turned the radio volume up, and opened a book. It felt as though I shut a heavy door between us, even though he was sitting right next to me.
The ride felt like it would never end, but an hour later, it was over. I didn’t say a word, not even singing along to the radio like I normally would.
It may seem like I was overreacting, but my dad has been trying to get out of providing for me for my entire life. When my parents first split up, it was because of an argument over money; instead of buying groceries, my dad bought a car.
Situations like this aren’t uncommon between me and my dad, which is something I’ve noticed between other kids who have separated parents as well. The relationship with one of the parents is always weird, it feels like it should be one way, but it’s actually the other way. I’m always told to respect my elders, which includes my dad. In my case, I find it difficult to respect someone who doesn’t take me seriously to the point where we can barely have conversations, but I still look up to him and have fun when he picks me up for the day.
The first time I went on a roller coaster was with my dad, and it is one of my favorite experiences ever. Sounds of summer filled the air, and I wasn’t paying attention to any of it.
I turned to my dad, “I have to use the bathroom,” and started to walk down the steps.
He grabbed my shoulder, turning me around, “No, you don’t, you’re just scared.”
I huffed, crossed my arms, and stood there. By this point the last ride was over and the line was moving again. When we got to the top, we chose a seat. After the safety bar lowered, the ride lurched forward and began it’s trek up the first hill.
We got to the top and I looked out over the whole amusement park. We were so high up, it felt like we were observers of the world, rather than a part of it.
The split second when I forgot that I was 110 feet off the ground disappeared almost immediately. When the ride started barrelling down the hill, I gripped my seat until my knuckles turned white, while my hair was whipped around my face.
A grin spread across my face and I turned to my dad. As soon as he looked back his signature chili pepper bandana flew off his bald head.
The ride threw us around, went up and down hills, and through loops. Everybody around was screaming in excitement, but I was just laughing.
The ride stopped and we got off,
“I guess your head is gonna get a tan, too, now,”
He laughed and touched his head, he started to speak when two people ran up to us. One was holding chili pepper bandana.
These two experiences are drastically different, but both display the interactions and the complexities within them. It’s like a rollercoaster in the way that one week can be completely carefree and fun and the next week is extremely tense and difficult to understand.
Whether your parents are together or not, there are always going to be good moments and there are always going to be bad moments. When it comes to separated parents, however, the bad moments are amplified. The negative interactions are much more intense, more is at stake when it happens in a separated family. The system of relationships within the family is so bent up, shaky, and twisted to begin with that when something goes even slightly wrong it seems like everything will go crashing down.

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The Influence of Symbols - Kaitlyn Petroski

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in English 2 · Pahomov · C Band on Friday, March 31, 2017 at 2:55 pm
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E2U4

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · B Band on Monday, March 27, 2017 at 8:02 am
Vivo en la frontera de Fishtown y Kensington por todo de mi vida. Por un lado, hay mucho delito, pero por otro lado hay mucho arte y parques. Ahí está una comunidad muy diversa. El barrio fue fundado por Anthony Palmer en 1732. Las primeras personas que vivieron aquí fueron aleman, pero pronto, más inmigrantes de Polonia, Irlanda y Italia. Hoy, hay personas de muchas razas y etnicidades, especialmente gentes de Puerto Rico, Polonia, Italia, y la República Dominicana.
Mi mural está ubicado en una escuela en Fishtown. Fui a la escuela por dos años. Es la escuela primaria y secundaria del barrio, así que es importante para la futuro generación. La área tiene mucha historia, tiene sentido para el mural pintado aquí. Un poco lejos, está Penn Treaty Park, cual es la ubicación donde William Penn y la tribu de Lenape firmado el tratado de paz.
Debido a el pequeño tamaño de la pared, el mural es pequeño y muy sencillo. En el medio es el nombre del barrio, Kensington, en letras grandes. No estoy incluyendo Fishtown y Harrowgate debido a son partes de Kensington, pero son técnicamente separado. En el fondo es las mapas de las gentes del barrio. Existen otro monumentos para contar la historia del barrio, por eso quiero hacer un mural para representar la unidad de la área. A causa de la diversidad y el delito los personas de este barrio necesitan ser más unidos que otras. O sea, el mensaje es todos somos iguales, a pesar de que nuestras diferencias.
El papel de arte público es para representar una comunidad. Mi mural unifica los barrios de Kensington, incluso Fishtown y Harrowgate. El mural estarán pintado por los estudiantes de la escuela. Va a ayudar ellos aprender cómo trabajar en un equipo y disciplinas necesario para terminar las cosas.
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Mural histórico

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · B Band on Monday, March 6, 2017 at 9:53 am
The mural depicts a fallen firefighter named Joseph Konrad. It was made as a tribute to Konrad after dying in a fire not far from the mural in 1984.
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My Mural

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · B Band on Sunday, March 5, 2017 at 11:59 pm
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I would put my mural on the wall of a school I used to go to in Fishtown. A few blocks away from where this building is Penn Treaty Park which is where William Penn and the Native American Lenape tribe signed a treaty of amity and friendship. Fishtown was originally a small section of Kensington but because of the high population of fishermen and fish venders, it was nicknamed Fishtown and the name just stuck. The first people who lived here where German, but in the 1900s Italian,Polish, and Irish immigrants moved in. The neighborhood has been a working class neighborhood since it was founded with many of it's residents living in poverty. Now it's undergoing gentrification with higher living costs and more art and entertainment establishments.
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Dreaming Through A Lense

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in English 2 · Pahomov · C Band on Monday, November 21, 2016 at 11:58 pm

Why does Dad always ask me that? Everyday, “When are you gonna get a real job?” Digital media is a real job. It takes a lot of work to write, record, and edit a film. What a surprise, right? Then he has the nerve to tell me to settle down and do something useful with my life. I have settled down and I am doing something, but he doesn’t care because it’s not what he wants.

Dad just wants me to do something that pays well so he can feel validated. He says he’s only looking out for me, but forcing me to do something that I don’t want to do won’t make me happy. I want to spend my time creating. Watching an idea blossom from just a storyboard to a full blown film is the best thing in the world. Then seeing it go on to be successful, it makes me feel like a proud parent. I wish I knew what that felt like, having a parent that supports you no matter what you decide to do.

My entire family has been hounding me about getting a good job for as long as I can remember. They never care about what I want, they just want me to make money. I know that it’s because they want me to be better off than they are, but I don’t know what to do. Maybe they’re right, I mean, it is really hard to find work in this field, but it’s worth it, right? I love photography and cinematography, but maybe it’s not the best choice.

Wait, what am I saying?! Of course it’s the right choice, it makes me happy. Plus I don’t want to be stuck in some office job doing the same things everyday. I want to have adventures, I want to travel and capture all the places I see. I went to college for this for christ sake. It’s been my dream to be a filmmaker since I was a little kid. I’ve been watching and analysing movies and videos since my childhood.

Does that mean I wasted my whole life? Did I spend all those hours, working on a skill that won’t lead me anywhere? Doing the same thing everyday is safer, filing papers, going to meetings all the time. There’s no way I could mess up, get lost, or get hurt. Is it worth it to be safe, but unhappy? I wanna make my family proud. I want to be the kid that grows up and makes tons of money, to be the one that can buy everybody expensive gifts for Christmas, that’s not really easy in a place like this where creativity doesn’t pay off. I guess I should do what my dad wants me to do.

That’s the thing though, it’s what Dad wants me to do, it’s not what I want to do. The only way to live life to the fullest is to actually live. I don’t want to be some robot sitting behind a desk all the time, I’ll go crazy! I don’t want to live in a world of black and white, I need to do something original. Do I want to make myself happy, or my family? Do I want to enjoy working, or do I want a guaranteed salary? I don’t know what to do.


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Emulation Handbook // JK Rowling

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in English 2 · Pahomov · C Band on Wednesday, November 2, 2016 at 10:43 pm
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The Nurse Who Shall Not Be Named

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in English 2 · Pahomov · C Band on Thursday, September 29, 2016 at 7:53 am
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E2 U2 D8 Premios

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Spanish 2 · Hernandez · B Band on Wednesday, September 21, 2016 at 12:37 pm
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E1U6: William, Katie, Ben, Sean

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Spanish 1 - Manuel - E on Thursday, May 5, 2016 at 9:48 am
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Mi Corazón

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Spanish 1 - Manuel - E on Monday, March 28, 2016 at 7:16 pm

Yo soy humano.

Mi familia es mi mundo, mi inspiración.

Separada, clandestina

Es la herramienta de mi conciencia,

Mi cuchillo de cristal.

Soy nueva. Mi familia me hizo.


Veo las encrucijadas,

Estoy enferma y nerviosa,

Pero nosotros siempre superamos.

El gusto de comida con mi madre baila desde mi lengua.

Huelo la aroma dulce.
Oigo la risa lucha en contra del silencio.

Toco el peso del aire alrededor de mi.


Recuerdos desde mi infancia.

Vuelvo a mi pasado.

Corro por la ciudad.

Canto con mi poesía.

Nado en las estrellas.


Somos productos de trabajo duro.

Somos familia.

Tenemos problemas,

Pero nos protegemos.

Mi familia es mi alma.

Tenemos comunidad,

Somos completos.


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Macbeth Art -Kaitlyn and Ariana

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in English 1 - Giknis - X on Monday, January 18, 2016 at 6:41 pm
For our Macbeth Creative Project me and Ariana wanted something that showed we had a clear understanding of the play yet allowed us to make our own interpretations of scenes from Macbeth. This is why we chose an artistic approach by illustrating scenes we hand selected because of their depth in meaning and creative wordplay. We each made three illustrations.
One was an image of a sword with a crown on the end. The sword and crown were made to be incredibly fancy with jewels and designs engraved on them. This is because it seemed like that was the way Macbeth viewed the status of King. He expected it to be luxurious and to bring him fame and respect, not how it actually turned out for him. The quote wrapping around the sword says, “If it were done when ‘tis done, then ‘twere well, it were done quickly.” (1.7.1-2) This is a quote from Macbeth, it basically means that when something is being done, it’s being done quickly and right. When he said this, he was talking about the assassination of King Duncan, which brings back the element of the crown and the sword.
Another illustrated depiction is of a hand dropping a crown and another hand reaching up to grab it. The hand dropping the crown is meant to be Duncan letting go of his crown as he is dying and the hand coming up from the bottom is Macbeth’s hand reaching to grab it. The crown in this illustration is much simpler than the one from the previous drawing. The reason being Duncan was a good King, he wasn’t a tyrant. and people loved him. It makes me feel like he was a simple person who didn’t need jewels to make him feel like his power is validated, he was fine with just a plain crown. On the bottom of the image, Macbeth’s wrist is smudged and it looks like he’s fading. I did this to represent his doubt. As you can tell by the scene right after he finally murders Duncan , Macbeth is very uncertain about what he did. He is telling Lady Macbeth that he heard Malcolm and Donalbain wake up in the next room and the play suggests that he was hallucinating (2.2.24-28).
The third illustration was an image of an eye inside of a hole with three hands holding onto the edge. The hands are meant to be the witches’, since the witches were described as horribly ugly, the hands all have something weird and nasty about them. When the witches were first introduced to Macbeth, he was in awe (1.3.57), which is why the eye is so wide. The hole is supposed to represent the prophecies and how the were good at first, but after just a little bit it all went downhill for Macbeth and he was basically in a hole of lies and deceit. Near each of the hands are one of the first three prophecies Macbeth received, obviously because each witch gave him one prophecy.
Another illustration was one of a large smile. One half of the smile is straight pearly whites, while the other side has crooked daggers for teeth. On the evil side of the smile there is also a culmination of blood around the bottom edge, dripping with blood. To enforce the next door neighbor, friendly face esque vibe, I also added a tongue sticking. This is purely for humor and adds a bit of innocence. It’d look harmless with the straight white teeth straight across, but with the dagger half of the smile, it gives off a feeling of “I know something you don’t.” The scene is a representation of Malcolm’s line “There’s daggers in men’s smiles; the near in blood, the nearer bloody.” (2.3.138-139)
The second image is of a lighter, but with a star where the flame would be. This represents “Stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires.” (1.4.50-51) I chose to illustrate it this way to make it literally look like the stars’ shine would be hidden by the lid of the lighter. To add even more emphasis, I utilized contrast by using yellow paint, orange paint, dark blue paint, and a tad bit of glitter to make the star a stark against the  black and white theme. For a little humor, I had the name of the company that made the lighter be “What, you egg?” (4.2.83) This makes the lighter a bit jazzier compared to the bare grey-toned lighter.
The last picture is of a large flower that bleeds off the page. Underneath is a scaly serpent, and it’s head is not revealed. I did that for two reasons. One is because I thought it was unnecessary, and the second is because I thought there wouldn’t be enough space on the page to put all the detail I wanted to put, into it. The scene I depicted was “Look like th’ innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.” (1.5.64-65) I wanted to draw this scene because the way I interpreted through art, spoke to me. I felt like this was the perfect way to portray this scene in the book.
Our Process Pictures:
Sword Process Picture.JPG​Sword Process Picture 2.JPGCrown Falling Process Picture.JPGEye Circle Process Picture.JPG
The Final Product:
Sword Final.JPGCrow Picture FInal.JPGEye Circle Final.JPG
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Reflection

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Technology - Freshman - Hull - b1 on Wednesday, January 13, 2016 at 11:02 am
​We had to watch a documentary about media and how it affects people in this generation. For me, the most memorable thing about this show was Ryan's tragic story. It's really sad when you find out that a kid was so unhappy that they thought taking their life would help. I think it's important to watch these types of films so you get a different perspective on this topic. There were many different people talking in the show from very opposite sides of the argument. I have a really good relationship with my mom and if I need help with something I go to her. If I ever have a family in the future I'm going to try to pass that relationship on and let them do what they want. My mom isn't overbearing at all, she let's me go on social media and gives me as much freedom as I need as long as I keep my grades up and stay out of trouble. Hopefully in the future, my family has a relationship like that because in reality it's the ideal relationship for parents and children. If I were giving someone advice on this topic, I would tell them to just talk to their child; don't demand anything, don't make them give you their passwords, just talk. Don't just talk once continue talking, a lot. Tell them how you feel about the internet situation, but don't limit your conversations to just that. Talk about everything and anything, they will reply. Simply put, just communicate with your kids.
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My Slide #2

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Technology - Freshman - Hull - b1 on Wednesday, December 9, 2015 at 11:02 am
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During my slide's critique, I learned that I did pretty well. I only needed a few small edits and I did my best to take them all into account. The things I was told need to be edited was all just placement so it was really easy to fix. I was told to move the words "Stay Alive" up to the tops so it touched the edge. I also made the clefs a bit bigger so they took up more space.
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Acrostic Poema -Kaitlyn Petroski

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Spanish 1 - Manuel - E on Tuesday, November 24, 2015 at 6:20 pm
​¡Hola, Me llamo Kaitlyn!
No me gusta nada hÚmedo tiempo.
Soy Súper timido
Porque soy a menudo confundIda.
Me enCanta cantar.
¡VAle, hasta luego!
música
música
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My Slide -Kaitlyn Petroski

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Technology - Freshman - Hull - b1 on Monday, November 23, 2015 at 9:24 am
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I decided to keep my slide pretty simplistic for multiple reasons. One, because it’s more aesthetically pleasing; and two, because it kind of represents me. I typically don’t like complicated things, so in a slide all about me obviously it wouldn’t be complicated.

There is a lot of empty space in my slide and not much variety in color. The colors I chose seem to go together very well. Normally, I would feel like there isn’t enough content to my slide, but with this one I’m fine with it.

In one corner of my slide, it has a treble clef and a bass clef put together to look like a heart. Music is my entire life, I wouldn’t be able to live without it. On the tops, it says “Stay alive”. Simply put, this is advice. There is a band called Twenty One Pilots, they mean so much to me it’s hard to describe. “Stay alive” Tyler Joseph, the lead singer of the band, in both a song and a tweet. One lyric containing it is “Stay alive for me” and when I heard that lyrics it hit me like a truck. The lyric has stuck with me since I first heard it.
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Who Am I Online?, Kaitlyn Petroski

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Technology - Freshman - Hull - b1 on Monday, October 26, 2015 at 10:30 am
In class, we watched a video by a website called iwitnessbullying.org which showed us the story of a little boy who got bullied and how a simple thing can change someone's day for better or worse. Then, we answered questions on Canvas about who we are online and what happens when you Google yourself. This video reminds me how bad bullying is and how damaging it can be to a person. It also shows that just me doing a simple thing like giving someone a high-five could change their day for the better. Online, I look like someone who is very invested in social media and posts frequently, according to what comes up on Google when you type in my name. They probably percieve me as someone who has a lot of free time and likes to post and share pictures online. The goal of internet trolls is to bring people down and get a reaction out of them. Internet trolls like to disrupt conversations and upset people. There are a lot of positive and negative effects to online anonymity. A positive effect is that you can say positive things to someone who is getting bullied without the bully targeting you in real life. A negative effect is that online anonymity allows people to say negative things without consequences.
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Home Network, Petroski

Posted by Kaitlyn Petroski-Rimmer in Technology - Freshman - Hull - b1 on Monday, October 19, 2015 at 10:29 am
This is my home network. At my house, the internet connects to the modem router through a Fiber Cable. We have three laptops, three phones, two 3Ds's, and an Xbox connected through Wi-Fi. In this unit, I learned how networks work, such as how Wi-Fi comes into my house, how URLs are sent between websites, and so on. I would tell people that they should be grateful they even have internet and to learn how it works so if something goes wrong, they can fix it.
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