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Homelessness In Center City

Posted by Lauren Brown in Capstone · Enzweiler · Wed on Tuesday, April 30, 2019 at 8:57 pm

For my Capstone project, I surveyed 100 people from the SLA community in order to tackle their misconceptions about homelessness. I created a survey using strategies that I learned in Statistics class and collected the responses via Google Forms. The questions that I asked addressed people’s personal experiences with the homeless people of Center City as well as their opinions about what causes it and whether or not they feel like they can do anything to help. I shared these responses with a close friend of mine who has been homeless for two decades. I then interviewed him in order to incorporate quotes from it into my final product.

Next, I read information about homelessness in the city of Philadelphia and how we can help locally. I researched homeless shelters, soup kitchens, and food banks around the city. I created a list that includes different shelters, volunteer programs, and organizations that almost anyone can get involved in. I also researched in order to learn more facts about hunger, hygiene, and drugs in relation to poverty. This collection of information taught me that there is a lot more that my community can do to help other people receive some of the basic things that we truly take for granted.

I’ve always been criticized for having friendships with homeless people. These criticisms drove me to become curious about the misconceptions of the homeless community within my school community. For my final product, I analyzed the data that I acquired from my survey and used my resources to create a description of the misconceptions about homelessness and how we, as students, alumni, parents, teachers, and faculty, can help the cause of ending homelessness. In Philadelphia, homelessness is such an epidemic that we often become numb against the harsh realities that surround us. There ARE ways that we can help and I wanted to communicate that through my Capstone.


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Don't Look

Posted by Lauren Brown in English 3 · Pahomov · B Band on Friday, June 1, 2018 at 7:59 am
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Fake It ‘Til You Make It?

Posted by Lauren Brown in English 3 · Pahomov · B Band on Monday, April 16, 2018 at 8:14 am


Fake It ‘Til You Make It
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What You've Done - Lauren Brown's Personal Essay

Posted by Lauren Brown in English 3 · Pahomov · B Band on Wednesday, January 10, 2018 at 10:05 am
​Lauren Brown
Ms. Pahomov
English 3
22 December 2017
What You’ve Done

It’s not easy to believe that anything good can come from your own best friend’s death, but I’ve found that changing my mindset is really the only option that will make life without you more bearable. That constructive and positive mindset is the only thing that brings me a step closer to the myth they call ’acceptance.’ That mindset is the only thing that helps me to portray optimism. That mentality is the reason why I no longer despise him. It feels silly to say that I began to hate you after you died. It feels silly because why hate someone that’s not alive? It feels silly because why hate someone who you call your best friend?
On March 3rd, 2015, I went to sleep happy. Nothing seemed to be going wrong. I was an eighth grader with a lot of good friends, a healthy-ish family, and high grades. Money wasn’t important yet, I still got good sleep, and Ed Sheeran was releasing new music. Everything was good. Or so I thought. On March 4th, I woke up to a text from my classmate, Elizabeth. I was immediately confused when I saw that she begging me not to go on Instagram. Why was she trying to convince me that everything would be alright? What the hell was she talking about? Obviously I went straight to Instagram to see what she was trying, but failing, to shield me from. Image after image after image on my timeline were photos of your beautiful face with the understating word ‘MISSING’, plastered across the bottom.
For the next four days, I followed the same helpless routine. I woke up at 8 AM every morning and walked two miles to the Chestnut Hill Library. I would print out as many ‘MISSING’ posters as I could afford and post them all over my town. Do you remember the one summer I that worked there? At that painfully grim library? When you would stay on the phone with me until I got there safely and then laugh at my dreading the rest of the day? I remembered those phone calls for those next four days. You wouldn’t answer the phone no matter how many times I called. My worry gradually turned to anger the more and more times I tried to reach you. I couldn’t understand why you would ‘run away’ without telling me. I was hurt and confused I felt like I hadn’t done my job as a friend if you couldn’t even trust me enough to talk to me about it.
I remember that my dad kept saying to me “Karyn, if you know where he is you need to tell me. We can help him. I promise he won’t get in trouble; his parents just need to know he’s safe.” I would cry and yell at him and tell him that I wish I knew. To be honest, I didn’t care at all whether you got in trouble. I just wanted you to be found and to be home safe. I felt the pain of not knowing simply as your friend, so I couldn’t even try to imagine how your parents were feeling.
On March 7th I got a phone call from an unknown phone number while I was hanging signs in a Starbucks. I answered eagerly and was disappointed by the strange deep voice that greeted me. For those four days my heart jumped whenever my phone rang. I had this ongoing hope that it could be you. To my surprise it was a detective; He started by apologizing for ‘bothering me’ and explained that I wasn’t in trouble. He said that the reason he called was because I was one of your most frequent contacts and was hoping I could help him. He began to interrogate me immediately. The questions he asked about you were really intrusive and personal, but I answered every single one honestly and to the best of my ability. I remember being frustrated when I didn’t know the answers to some. I just wanted you to be found. He told me to save his number and not to hesitate to call him if I found out or remembered anything, even if it seemed irrelevant.
Then there was March 9th. That day was the worst of my life, Cayman. My mom and Jeff had taken me out of town so that I could put more posters up. They forced me into a lunch break and I listened to our favorite songs through my headphones to block out their chatting. I had heard enough ‘maybe-this and maybe-that’s’ and it didn’t make things better. Then the food came and I put my phone face down on the counter. Suddenly, my mom’s phone started buzzing against the table and I saw the caller ID pop up. It said “Gene.” You know my parents cannot stand each other and they do not talk at all. I knew something was wrong. Then came the moment that I will never forget. For the first time my mind allowed itself to go into its darkest corners. For the first time I actually considered the possibility of you being dead.All of a sudden everything added up. I looked at my mom’s face and I just knew. My mom reached to pick up the phone and that’s when I screamed. I don’t remember much that happened after that.
I woke up in my bed, tucked in with Ed Sheeran playing quietly. My mom was sitting at the foot of my bed, rubbing my leg and staring at me. The white walls of my bedroom seemed to be growing father and farther apart and I felt so far from everyone, so alone. I tried to convince myself that the day would come when it wouldn’t hurt as badly, but I could not believe that. I did not believe that there could possibly be any reason for you to be gone. Or worse, for you to choose to be gone.
For a long time I thought that there could be a single person to blame. First I tried to blame myself. I was convinced that I could have done something to prevent it or that I should have somehow known. You always complimented me on how observant you thought I was. How could that possibly be true? I didn’t see that you were hurting; I had no clue. 
Next I blamed you. My sadness quickly turned to anger and for a while I was sure that you were simply selfish. My confusion and frustration caused my anger to turn into hatred. I’ve often felt like I hate you more than I love you.
Your suicide really caused a lot of change. Some ways for the worse, and in some ways for the better. Yeah, I miss you somehow every time I breath, but I’ve tried to enhance my perspective.
I’ve told you enough about the bad things your death has caused. I feel that it would be wrong for me not to tell you the ways that my life has changed for the better since the worst experience of my life.
Living without someone as good a friend as you made me want to be a better friend to the ones I have. I’m trying to be more supportive if someone needs help. I’m now even more loving to the people I care about because I now recognize that time really isn’t promised and you never know when will be the last time you will see that person. My appreciation for the people in my life increased immensely.
Less relevantly, I now know that suicide will never be an option for me no matter what happens to me because I’ve experienced it first hand and therefore I know how badly it affects people. The cliché “Everything happens for a reason” used to be a lot harder to believe. Although it is sometimes seems untrue, I’ve seen how my relationship between myself and the changing world has changed in ways in for the better.

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Accidental Addiction

Posted by Lauren Brown in English 3 · Pahomov · B Band on Friday, November 3, 2017 at 8:49 am
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Nuestra Revista

Posted by Lauren Brown in Spanish 2 - Bey - D on Friday, February 19, 2016 at 8:08 am
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It's Complicated - Lauren Brown

Posted by Lauren Brown in Technology - Freshman - Hull - y1 on Thursday, January 28, 2016 at 8:59 pm
Chapter 5 of the book It's Complicated by Danah Boyd immediately struck me as controversial and hard-hitting. She talked about the components of bullying and how the definition of bullying is different for every person. I enjoyed reading this chapter because it gave a lot of good facts about bullying and made me look at bullying in different ways. The author used good information to back up everything she said and I learned a lot.
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Laurennnnn

Posted by Lauren Brown in Technology - Freshman - Hull - y1 on Friday, December 11, 2015 at 3:20 pm
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I learned from my critique that I should have used more contrasting colors and bigger letters. I used black and white because they are contrasting colors, I deleted pictures that I felt were crowding my slide, and I enlarged my name so that it would be more eye-catching.
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Las Historias de Marisol !

Posted by Lauren Brown in Spanish 2 - Bey - D on Friday, December 11, 2015 at 7:11 am
Las Historias de Marisol
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Reflection

Posted by Lauren Brown on Thursday, November 12, 2015 at 11:00 am
  1.  In class we watched a video about a little boy who was being bullied.
  2. This video makes me very upset that people around the world are being bullied and most of the time the witnesses don't speak up when it's such a simple thing to do.
  3. I do not appear online at all, instead there are a lot of random women.
  4. I think people don't really have any perception of me because they can't find me. They may think I am anti-social. The truth is that I never use my full name on the internet.
  5. The goal of internet trolls is to disturb the peace and get negative attention.
  6. The positive results of online anonymity are that people will not be able to see any bad things about you online, the negative results are that you may not learn from your mistakes if you're never caught.
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Xfinity, Brown

Posted by Lauren Brown in Technology - Freshman - Hull - y1 on Thursday, October 22, 2015 at 1:01 pm
The devices on my home network include two laptops, two iPhone's, and an Amazon Fire Tablet. I learned about how it is possible for me to access the internet from my home. I didn't have any OMG moments, but I did learn a lot of cool information. I would tell them that Xfinity wifi costs $64.99 per month.
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