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Menduyarka Samuel Dennis Capstone

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in Capstone · Baird · Wed on
​Throughout the year, Ella Burrows, Tamir Harper and I mandated a social movement titled “My Justice Story.” It was moved along with the current events that came to light within everyday society. Gun laws and regulations, voter turnout and registration, political awareness, and official conversation were the main topics that we have come to cover throughout this movement. Our original idea was to have an event with TEDx, which came to a conclusion thanks to a denial for our license. Our next step was a partnership with Ignite Philly, which was a great one, but could not meet our time constraints. During our thinking process, the tragedy that is the Parkland school shooting came into fruition, and ignited students from Frederick Douglass High School to speak out against the policies put in place in regards to gun control. This swayed the emotions of the three of us, and we decided to ignite our own movement, as well as rekindle the movement started by the high school students in Florida. We held our own school walkout, which held a turnout of almost half of the student body at Science Leadership Academy, with news coverage coming from 6abc, NBC, PhillyCam, Vice, Generocity, and more. We held a voter registration drive, where students got the chance to register to vote if they were old enough. We set up a booth which contracted student-written letters to elected officials to encourage them to join students in the fight against gun violence. We recorded stories of SLA students sharing their hopes and experiences regarding gun violence, and crafted a beautiful website that entails the continuation of the movement, with hopes to entice students across the globe to help change gun regulation, and encourage students to get involved within the current government affairs. 

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Advanced Essay #3: Living a "Checkered" Life

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in English 3 · Block/Franz/Taylor-Baranik · C Band on
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While writing this paper, trying to depict a life with family members who don’t look the same as you was one of my goals. Living with the denial of “the way you came out” vs how everyone else had. Seeing if the differences between you and maybe your second cousin would change how the people treat you when you’re together, opposed to when you’re separated.

By saying “checkered”, I did it with regard to skin color, instead of the common “black and white” or “black and red” reference with any checkerboard. Since it was pale skin and dark skin, then that would still work in conjunction with the title.

I think the essay went well. I think incorporating another language in it for the first time was rather difficult, but still came out well. Trying to find the proper translations and the correct “romaji” for the Japanese symbols was probably the hardest part of the entire essay. And also giving more insight on the interracial marriage aspect of my family was also very relieving.


Essay:

A feeling. A warm feeling. Mainly towards my lower body. The glare of the sun shields the lower half of my body, as the escaping darkness of the room fleets from the oncoming forces from light. Altogether, the shades are ripped open. The glare overtakes the room, as the golden sun shines on the disarranged items.

“おはよう、サムーくん！” (Ohayou, Samu-kun!; Good morning, Sam!) A voice tore through the silence, exactly the same way that the sun tore through my seemingly ransacked bedroom. Books tossed, animal hair on the ground, a tan, illicit fluid dripping from the pipes of my bedroom, and onto my clothes in the closet. An indistinguishable mess.

“What are you still doing in bed, man? We have an event today! Don't tell me you forgot?”

“I did. I’m sorry. What time is it?”, I asked.

“11:37”

“Oh, shit. I’ll go into the bathroom now, then.”

Snatching the blanket from the cover of the bed, I jumped off the bed frame and scurried to the door. Long, rather fake nails dug into my skin as she attempted to reach for my shirt collar. I jumped back, the blanket flying forward from my abrupt pause of motion. I turn to see her pale face. With one hand digging into the skin covering my neck, her other hand clutched a half-drunken can of 仲介 (chuchai; fruit-flavored, alcoholic drinks). I tried not to face her, scared of what might erupt from her alcoholic-fused nature.

Alcohol was always a driving factor for our family, and the inducer of all the arguments that spurred out of control in our home. Casablanca, Choukachou, Chibuku, Ibwatu, Happoshu (発泡酒), Sake (酒), and Umeshu (梅酒). These names became more commonly spoken than the names of those who lived with us. A “brewer” which uprooted more problems in our family with every sip someone took, alcohol took its place as “the one who calls the ‘shots’”.

“You should try and speak your native tongue with me. And your parents, toooo. You can’t try and hide yourself in an abyss, which we can consider your skin.”, she said, her voice slurring with every sentence exiting her mouth

Thinking about a time when I would converse with both parents in two separate languages came to show that I wasn’t in touch with my roots as much as I used to. Hearing heavy, throat-exerted “gua”’s form the African dialects, Gio and Mano, and the eerie, sharp ringing of “違うよ” (chigau-yo; wrong), heard from all the way from downstairs in the basement, so we can't hear the arguments shifting from one race to another.

I began to observe the hand on my shirt. It was pale. Very pale. Even more pale than someone on their deathbed. The contrast found between her skin and mine would give the term “checkers” a run for its money. I grab her hand and hold it tight, trying not to let go. This is family.

This is the difference between the two sides of the family. This is…

“...What I should be.”, I muttered to myself.

My cousin snatched her hand away and shoved me into the bathroom.

“Stop talking about ‘what you should be’, before I ‘should be’ you into next week!”

The door slammed behind me, and I was left with the confusion of her last statement. I grabbed my towel and turned on the hot water. Diving into the bath, I began to ponder my own existence, and if I would ever find a crossroad like that again. Would I ever find a comparison like this outside my own family tree? Would the term “race” even appear to be something that is pinned on me for only one specific group?

“Love has no barriers, I guess. Nothing can separate two people from one another. That’s why I’m here. That’s why we’re all here.”

I sunk into the scalding water held in the fiberglass covered bathtub, the same way I would hide myself behind the representation of my personality, my way of speech, and my seeming “first impression”. My own skin would speak for me, and even write my stories.

The thoughts of future achievements with life taking place in the United States, or “The American Dream” has been different for multiple members of my family ever since they were bonded together by marriage, and even before that. There was never a certain  degree of agreement between the two, and it only brought about more flaws and cracks in the family. Someone was always right, and someone was always wrong. And when you were considered “right”, then you molded the family into what you wanted. An empire of truths and lies were forged right before our eyes. Well, maybe below them. 2 floors below them. As the smell of alcohol rose through the house, the children fled to the top floor, hoping to survive another night in the endless battle of the “right vs. wrong” household. The house becoming a checker board. Spotting the different colored pieces across the board, confused as to what their correlation is with one another.

And someone is, and always will be right. Someone will always win.

Bibliography:

The Atlantic. Atlantic Media Company, n.d. Web. 19 Jan. 2017. <https://www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2016/05/balancing-integration-and-assimilation-during-the-refugee-crisis/482757/>.

"How Fluid Is Race?" The New York Times. The New York Times, 16 June 2015. Web. 19 Jan. 2017. <http://www.nytimes.com/roomfordebate/2015/06/16/how-fluid-is-racial-identity>.

The Atlantic. Atlantic Media Company, n.d. Web. 19 Jan. 2017. <https://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2016/08/will-immigrants-today-assimilate-like-those-of-100-years-ago/495746/>.

Dennis Advanced Essay #2 // The "Proper Persona"

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in English 3 · Block/Franz/Taylor-Baranik · C Band on

“Look, maybe there’s another way we can settle this! Isn’t this going a little too far?”

“Just hearing you talk makes me want to smash your face in!”

He served a firm strike to my lower abdomen. A gasp for air ended up becoming a gag, which transformed into a ball of saliva and today's lunch exiting my mouth almost forcefully. It hit the ground and splashed over the circulation of the feet around me. As his grip on my jacket loosened, the “flight” response in my head had overtaken my body, and I ended up home in less than a minute.


I reached for the handle as I heard my dad talking continuously with someone over the phone. I wanted to get inside as quickly as possible to tell him what had happened. I wanted him to know so he could be the father I dreamed of. The kind whose muscles bursted out of their shirts when they heard that their son had been bullied by a group of kids. I was excited to see that side of my dad for the first time. I burst through the door, my body aching from my previous endeavours.

“Yeah, I know! My son sounds like a real white man! Now all he needs is a-”

The sound of my dad was interrupted with the slam of our front door. I stepped inside, soaking wet with rain and vomit covering my body. Every breath heaved at my chest, dragging me down into the futon.


“Hey there, Sam. How was your day? Oh, yeah! Your grandma’s calling us from the plant! Come say hi!”


My grandparents worked in a plant in the Port of Tianjin. They grew up in a world filled with those like themselves, and didn’t know the world for what it was. They could only gain a few glimpses of outside reality from specific examples of media. Their views of race and social status were influenced solely on that. And it rubbed off onto everyone who they have connected themselves to, and it spread like wildfire. Their indifference to language shows how much they actually know about it.


“Hi, Grandma”, I said unenthusiastically. My breathing was often interrupted by hard whooping coughs from the pulsing of my lower body from the massive blow I received earlier.


“Oh my goodness! You sound like a ‘man’ now, huh?”, she chuckled.


My dad held in his cackling handed the phone back to my dad, clutched my bag handle, and headed upstairs in the blink of an eye. In that moment, the events that I believed I could escape at school stalked and fixed itself to my own house. I couldn’t escape the cryptic descriptions of the way I talk. The thought of ripping out my vocal reeds from my throat spun around my head until I fell asleep. “Tomorrow will be better”, I thought to myself, trying to flee the position than the voice gods had put me in. I was in a hell that caused me to be someone I'm not. Someone who I don't want to be.


“The tragedy is that you have to twist the knife in your own gray matter to make this defense work.” Adapting to the places that you are in is the only only way out of situations that you don’t want to be in. You have to attempt to make amends with a new persona to add to your arsenal if you don't feel  comfortable in a certain location. You'll have to shut down. You’ll have to reject intellectual stimuli or diffuse them with sarcasm. You’ll have to “cultivate stupidity.” “You’ll have to convert boredom from a malady into a way of confronting the world.”

Advanced Essay #1 // Dennis

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in English 3 · Block/Franz/Taylor-Baranik · C Band on 
“Here. Set an alarm in my phone for next year at this exact same time. Then I’ll tell you what it means.” I grabbed her phone and found my way across a sea of useless applications until I found the one worth finding at that time. I configured an alarm for July 25, 2011, 3:47 pm.  This would be the only way I could ever try and figure out why they decided on this. Fast forward a year later. I run outside to help my mother and father with groceries from the car. My bigger feet and slightly longer legs graze the top of the pavement, down the steps and towards the car. My extensively longer hair bounced as every step I took sent a shockwave to my chubby face. I proceed to grab a bunch of bags from my mom’s car, avoiding my dad to grab me in the process. At that time, my mom’s phone started buzzing in her pocket. “A call?”, she murmured to herself. She slowly pulled out her phone and moved her extremely long hair to the side of her face. I proceed to run up the stairs when I hear a call from my mom to come over. I dashed to her side and look up at her smiling face. She then holds her phone out in front of me with the alarm going off. “Do you want to know now? Why you have such a ‘weird name’?”
As the excitement rushed to my limbs, I started to flail about the sidewalk and up the stairs, into my house. My mind configures a massive number of questions to ask, as the mystery behind my name is slowly revealed, piece by piece. “What does it mean?” “Why did you decide to call me this?” “Dad had the same name too, right? Why name me after him?” In all of the names that are so common to the human race, why make a name that causes someone like me to stand out? For someone who doesn’t stand out? It like the name drags me on a stage with a gathering of people watching me. Confused about what I say. And I don’t say a thing.

“Men-doo… Men…” My teacher struggled to form the vast array of syllables and pronunciations that she has never encountered before. Her mouth contorted in strange ways as she failed to enunciate the 7th name down on the attendance sheet. She leaned towards me and points at a name that is very noticeable on the vast array of names in her hand. “How do you pronounce this?”, she said with a nervous smile. “Menduyarka”, I said, enunciating every syllable slowly so she could understand what I was trying to say. She repeated what I told her out loud, half-heartedly. I don’t remember if she even pronounced it correctly, but she did say it oddly enough to gain the attention of the classmates around me. Every time I roamed the halls, I would hear people mispronounce my name. Most of the time, it’s unintentional. Other times were just to make jokes. Variations were developed to make saying my name easier as every year went by on the calendar. From “Menduyarka” to “Mendy/Mendi”, to “Mancake”, to “Man-Arctica”. These variations evolved over the years from adorable, childish nicknames, to names with some strangely odd definitions on Urban Dictionary. As the years went on, and I developed into a teen boy, I decided to hide something about me that would only make things progress a little bit slower. “Menduyarka” became hidden under the facade I used. “Samuel” is what I became known by after “Man-Arctica” became very annoying to hear. I can totally describe it as a “handful of consonants and vowels that were pulled from a Scrabble bag.” “Menduyarka” became a part of my life when my dad was named the same thing when he was born. My grandmother came up with the name way before he was born, so it WAS planned. I have no fucking clue where it comes from, but after searching on the internet, I figured out it “wasn’t common in the U.S.” I’m technically not a junior because “Menduyarka” and “Samuel” are switched in the name positionings we have. He’s “Samuel Menduyarka”, and I’m the opposite. Every encounter with someone was like rolling a dice. There was truly a ⅙ chance of someone pronouncing my name right when it came down to it.

Spanish Q3 Benchmark // Jonathan Story // Samuel Banda C

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Por la noche, un hombre fue a una fiesta. Su nombre es Jonathan. Jonathan vinó al fiesta para la comida, pero Sara, una amigo de Jonathan, invitó él a venir. Jonathan vinó al fiesta, pero primero, él caminó a la comida.

“No come primero!”, dijo Jonathan. “Sara invitó tú a su fiesta. Habla a ella.”

Jonathan trató caminar a Sara, pero él no se movió.

“Va a encontrar ella más tarde. ¡Come primero!”, Jonathan pensó a él mismo.

Jonathan miró al comida y agarró un plato. “¡Toma un plato pequeno! No coma mucho ahora.”

Jonathan cubrió su plato pequeño con mucho de comida. Después de comer, Jonathan dijó “Adiós” a Sara y salió.

Después de salir, Sara llamó Jonathan en su teléfono.

“¡Tú saliste mi fiesta muy pronto! ¿Por qué?”, dijó Sara

“¡No se preocupes! ¡Estoy bien!”, dijó Jonathan

“Está bien. ¡Hasta luego, mi amigo!”

Sara colgó su teléfono.

“Yo como comida y habló con Sara.” dijó Jonathan. “Yo hice un bien trabajo hoy.”



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Carry On A Legacy

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in English 2 - Pahomov - E on

Leaders and followers -- It seems that the world cannot have one without the other. The importance of a leader-follower relationship matters a great deal in organizations that are deemed important. In both the real world and the world that is depicted in the book “Lord of the Flies.”, by William Golding, these constructed groups cannot function without determining how well their leaders can conduct said followers, and also, in great part, it depends on how well these followers heed instructions and take in this information. Without the leader, a follower has the potential to rise up and prove themselves to be a leader. Surely improving the performance of the followers, so they resemble said leader would be nice, but is becoming a replica of this leader truly going to help with spreading  words? The follower must provide some way to show the leader’s integrity, even in death. Whether it be alliances, or even wars. They must continue to spread the word of their leader.

With a leader’s death in a crucial point in time, they can sparked outrage within their community of followers. From distress to riots. Boundaries to wars. Two different sides of an argument can always show their dominance with different tactics to have the others fear them. Before the start of World War 1, Franz Ferdinand, the Archduke of Austria-Este, Austro-Hungarian and Royal Prince of Hungary and of Bohemia, was assassinated by a Serbian nationalist who opposed him. After his death, those who agreed with his decrees were outraged. The archduke’s death was the spark that started World War 1. In comparison, in the book, “Lord of the Flies”, the death of Piggy proceeded to have Jack fall further into being alone. Piggy was one of the boys that stayed by Jack until the very end, as it slowly dwindled down to those two being left. When Piggy dies, he is still trying to capture the attention of everyone since he has he conch. After his death, Ralph is now by himself, and everyone else is against him. In the book, on page 181, Jack begins to describe Ralph’s situation. He states, “See? See? That’s what you’ll get. I mean that! There isn’t a tribe for you anymore! The conch is gone! I’m chief!”. This truly shows that leaders can be left with nothing after their death, and Piggy and the Archduke are two perfect examples. After the Archduke was killed, his followers began to spark controversy, and eventually, World War 1 began. With Piggy, after his death, the boys were more intensified, and directed that intensity towards Ralph. One way that followers can show the power of their leader is revolting, and showing off that power with force.

After the death of prominent figures in the Civil Rights Movement, people such as Huey P. Newton, and even Martin Luther King, their followers take a much more civilized approach. Martin Luther King Jr., a civil rights activist from Atlanta, was assassinated for his thoughts on equal treatment to African Americans during the 1960’s. Huey P. Newton, co-founder of the Black Panther party, a guerilla force that fought for equality towards blacks, was also killed for his views on equal treatment towards African Americans. After their respective deaths, their followers continued to spread their teachings, but they were more civilized and peaceful regarding said topics. In “Lord of the Flies”, the example regarding Piggy could also be considered a good example for this. When Piggy died, Ralph had a change of heart, and realized that Piggy was the one that kept Ralph somehow connected to the boys. Without him, Ralph had finally lost contact with the other boys, and remained isolated from them. Once again, on page 181, after the boys are shocked at Piggy’s sudden death, Jack states, “See? See? That’s what you’ll get. I mean that! There isn’t a tribe for you anymore! The conch is gone! I’m chief!”. This represent the ties being severed. Piggy was considered the tie between Ralph and the other boys. The same goes with Martin Luther King and Huey P. Newton. They were the medium in which they got their point across to the caucasian race. These three would be considered those who help with bonding different groups of people together to walk side by side.  

Sure, there are leaders that have an impact on those that believe every word they say, but there are some leaders that became famous after their death. Multiple examples of this include Vincent Van Gogh, Emily Dickinson, and Gregor Mendel. These people never got the chance to experience their teachings and inventions reach other people, and they died before they became famous for what they created. In “Lord of the Flies”, Simon acquired the same fate. Simon knew the identity of the “beast”, and had the opportunity to tell everyone, so this circumstance involving the boys and their obsession with said monster would cease. In “Lord of the Flies”, in chapter 9, Simon spotted a figure that looked like and represented the beasts that everyone has been so desperately looking for. Simon decided to head back to the others and tell them of his findings. But once Simon returned, he was attacked by the boys for being mistakenly reported as the beast. In comparison to those who have died before seeing their ideas have an impact on others, Simon also never got the chance to tell the boys about the beast, which would have changed the outcome of the boys’ behavior.

Throughout the book, and throughout time, people have stood up to try and represent something within their community. In the book, Simon and Piggy are two of the children that had some kind of knowledge that could have helped, and possibly saved the group of boys. They are some that could have embodied leaders, but failed to do so with their unexpected deaths. Regarding those in the real world, they spoke what they believed in, and even after death, their followers continue to speak about their heroic qualities and achievements. Without these leader in both “Lord of the Flies” and the real world, their corresponding worlds would have been drastically different, either with or without their contributions to their communities.

Works Cited:

Golding. William. Lord of the Flies. New York: Perigee, 2006

The Associated Press. "Huey Newton Killed; Was a Co-Founder Of Black Panthers." The New York Times. The New York Times, 22 Aug. 1989. Web. 07 Apr. 2016.




Maybe One IS Enough...

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in English 2 - Pahomov - E on


Maybe One IS Enough. . .


Mom! I’m back! School was great today, and I really liked it! I got an A on my quiz today, I’m student of the month, and there’s a report card conference tomorrow. Huh? Oh no! You don’t have to go! I told them that you wouldn’t have any available times already, since. Y’know. You’re such a hard worker. *Laughs* Don’t feel bad! It’s not your fault. I’d love for you to be there so we could go talk to my teachers about my grades, and so they could tell you that I’m awesome. Yeah! And afterwards, you could drive me to GameStop, and tell me “not to go over 60 again, like the last time!” Then after that, we could go home and put a frame around my report card and put it on top of the fireplace, y’know? You could be proud of me and feel so ecstatic because I’m your son! 一


*Turns around* Hmm? Oh, yeah, I know. Visiting hours are over at 8. I heard you when I walked in. Don’t worry. I’m finishing up here anyway.


*Turns back* Y’know, we haven’t done anything together in a while. It’s been a really long time since. I mean, I’m 15 now. I’m not all laid back in a diaper, smearing my poop all over the walls and drooling on my stuffed animals while I sleep now. I’m past that. We’ve moved on! At least *pauses* At least, you have.


HEY! Do you want to go on another drive together when you’re back? No no, there won’t be another crash this time! *Laughs* I mean, there’s not gonna be another drunken asshole that will hit us and make your head smash against the windshield, am I right? I mean, can you imagine if that we’re to happen again? That CAN’T happen again, right!? That would just be SO unlucky of us! I mean maybe the drunk bastard would die this time? I mean, it would make the world a better place without people like HIM! *Pauses*  Oh. I-I’m sorry. I’m going off again, Ranting. Maybe we can *pause* skip the drive. Yeah. Save that for another time.


Did I tell you about dad? It’s gotten pretty quiet without him around. Where is he, you ask? I don’t know! All I remember is seeing him sleeping on the couch, so I brought him a blanket and tucked him im. After that? I took all the empty beer cases and used syringes out to the backyard. Just like he told me to. What!? You think he left? No! He wouldn’t do THAT! I’m his son! I mean, I’m his son! He wouldn’t leave me all alone. I mean, sure he has 5 others with 3 other women! He’s still human! He doesn’t think of me as a nuisance, right? I’m the best! He’s told me that multiple times! Oh shush! He wasn’t talking about the beer!


*Turns Around* Hmm? Yes, I said I heard you already! Hospitals can’t fucking close. Just give me a second!


*Turns back and breathes* It’s all becoming more and more worse now. Please mom, I need you here. I don’t want to face this alone. You weren’t supposed to do that! We both would’ve been hurt if you didn’t try and save me,  We both would’ve been fine. Honest! I don’t want to keep fighting this alone. Now that dad’s gone, everything is shit without someone with me. You have to come back. You have to!


Ending off my freshman year without someone here will be devastating. I don’t know if this is how every teenager feels at some point, but I want to die right now! Call it puberty or me beginning to understand the world, but it sucks! And I don’t want to be here without you, or SOMEONE for that matter, beside me. And you’re my only option.


*Turns Around* SHUT UP! I’M NOT DONE! GO AWAY! What if it were you? Hmm? No no! Go on! Answer me! *Pauses* Five more minutes my ass, just get the hell out!


*Turns Back in silence* I’ve become a shell. Everything that used to fill me up is gone. And now? What do I have to show for it? A bunch of empty beer cans and a bag full of used needles? What am I gonna do with that? They’re empty, just like me! How does that help me? How is that gonna fill me up? Every time, I would step on a needle while walking down the stairs. As it pierced my foot, I hoped that nothing got into my bloodstream to make me feel like the asshole that left me two years ago to fend for myself without any worry or compassion whatsoever! And you know what? I would fear that more that I would fear death itself! He’s nothing! He’s worthless! I refuse to call him my dad! All he is going to be known as is the insensitive addict that doesn’t know how to take care of a family without making mistakes, and doesn’t know his own definition of life! Instead? He lets the advertisements, bartenders, and drug dealers do that for him! He can’t make the right choices for himself. He has to make me clean up his trail because he wants to believe that he’s been walking down a path that’s clean and drug-free, rather than one that already determined his fate from the very beginning.  One that is filled with problems and no real way to solve them.


Mom, you have to listen to me. You have to try and stand up. Okay? I want to wake up tomorrow and see your precious face and radiant smile greet me with a “good morning”  from now on. We all don’t have this kind of chance. We can start over! As much as I hate to say it, we can get dad back and help him with his little “problem.” We can track down the person who did this to you and we can even help them too! We don’t have to suffer anymore if you just come back!


*Gets Pulled Away* Mom! MOM! Stop! Let go of me! Mom! No. Stop. I want her, I want my mom back! This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair.
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Samuel Dennis: ILP w/ Technical.ly Philly

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So far, my time at Technical.ly Philly has been jammed packed with a big interview, and i'm set up with a small task on making tweets on the side. So far, Technical.ly has been such a great experience for me, even if I'm working with people who are way higher than my work range. It is also interesting to engage in their adult like conversations about startups and new stories to cover. My mentor, Juliana Reyes, has introduced me to all of the writers and the editors at Technical.ly Philly, and who I get to work with. My first interview was carried put with a boy named Nicodemus Madehou. He created a video game called Turbo Finger Swipe, and I got to interview him. It was fun. Technical.ly Philly is a good ILP.

I'm Sorry, What Was That? (Samuel Dennis)

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in English 2 - Pahomov - E on

“WOAH!”, the class exclaimed

“Settle down, settle down! Now, ‘Menduyarka’ said that he is from Seattle, and he obviously pronounces some words differently from the way we do here in Philadelphia. Let’s keep our requests low, for he is a new student.”

I noded my head up and down frequently to agree with all of her statements. I began to believe that “my way of speaking” is going to be one way that I’ll be able to make friends.

“Can you say bag!?”, a boy exclaimed, impatient to wait his turn.

“Beg? Why do you want me to say that?”, I responded.

Everyone’s mouth gaped open as they began to realize the whimsical difference between my voice and theirs. I covered my mouth, as if I had just provoked a pack of lions. I was frightened, I didn’t know what to do. I stood still, hoping I would crash through the floor.

Everyone began a chorus of laughter as tears swept down my face. From that point on, I became an outsider in my school.

With every time I would try and show them my true self, I would become degraded to something lesser than being human.

“I wanna play!”, I would scream, approaching a group of boys about to play a game of football.

“Go away! We don’t want you to join us, ‘beg’ kid. You won’t understand our calls anyway.”, they responded.

“Stop calling me that! I just want to play with you guys!”

With fast movements, I ducked just in time before a football pelted my head. As I got up slowly, I had seen that everyone was looking at me with demon eyes, piercing right through my anatomy. They didn’t like me. They wanted nothing to do with me, so I didn’t bother them. I left with my head held downwards, watching my feet for every step I took. It was official. I was an outsider.

“The accent of one's birthplace persists in the mind and heart as much as in speech.”, said by La Rochefoucauld. Being a Seattleite, with a home filled with West Africans and a number of Eastern Asians, it was inevitable for my words to become altered in some way. Since I didn’t grow to have an African accent, my accent from Seattle became so unknowing that I didn’t feel like I had an accent at all. Even after moving to Philadelphia, my words had become a mixture of every part of my heritage. It seemed that my nightmare wasn’t going to end. I began to conceal my pronunciation of some words, and ceased my participation altogether. Just so I could learn by ear, and hear others before I said anything that will get me degraded again.

“What would you like?”, the lunch lady stated, too bored to stand behind the counter for the next 2 hours.

“Cereal, aaaaaand. Oh! Can I have the baggle?”, I asked.

“Cereal and the what?”

“The baggle… “. I try to point to the pile of circular bread behind her, but I am cut off by her telling me to step out of line and wait.

As time goes on, I realize that everyone has progressed in the line, and the bagels have disappeared onto everyone’s own trays. Everyone’s, but my own..

Eventually, the lunch lady exited her shift and walks over to talk to me about what I had said.

“What were you saying back there?”, she said.

“I just wanted a baggle.”, I responded, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

She looked very confused, and didn’t seem to try and put the pieces together. While trying to fight back the tears, I pointed towards the empty basket behind her. She followed my finger to the basket, her facial expression changed instantly. She stared at me for a relatively long time. Long enough for me to think about what I could’ve possibly done to deserve something like this, She returned inside the cafeteria kitchen and grabbed a frozen bag of bagels. While returning to me, she muttered words that resembled those of “Can’t even pronounce damn ‘bagels’”. The tears I tried to hide continuously fell and those words rang in my ear. I ran out of the cafeteria. It was only the first day.

You’d begin to think of yourself as a monster. An outcast. No one can understand what you say or want ,and you can only accept it. You then have to live with what you get. A plethora of “huh’s” and “what’s” that trigger somethign your mind to restate something so completely obvious to you, but so oblivious to them. You’re left alone to think to yourself, “What’s wrong with you? What did you do that made everyone despise you?”, when the only thing you really did was grow up in a different environment. A different world. You have no clue on where to go next.

Until you meet someone who does understand. Someone who gets what you have to go through. Someone who can be your Clark Kent, and save you in desperate times when you have no hope left. Someone who can help you out. When you need it the most.

Later that week, there was another new student whose family derived from Cambodia. Her name was Sarina Kun, and English wasn’t her main language at all. She was introduced to the class with her hair over her face. After scanning the classroom, everyone was more scared than intrigued.

“Everyone, this is ‘Sah-REE-Nah’. She’ll be your new classmate from here on out.”

She patted Sarina on the back, and she was pushed forwards a little. With that movement, everyone slided back in their seats.

“Go on, ‘Sa-REE-Nah’. Take a seat near Cory and we can begin class today.”

“Hello there. I am Sarina. It is nice to meet you all of you”.

“Im sorry. What was that, Sarina?”

“N-Nevermind. I said nothing of all… ”

Sarina was born in Cambodia and was almost murdered by her mother. Afterwards, while living with her father, she moved to America to remove all contact with her. Sarina began to learn English in old, worn out textbooks that her father had collected while back at Cambodia. It wasn’t perfect, but her English  was good enough to have simple conversations.

After being paired with Sarina for multiple projects and classwork assignments, I began to understand her more and more of how she dealt with things. After years of being with her, I watched her pronounce English words that I can’t, gain a beautiful singing voice, and making connections of her own life to mine. Both being profiled from where we grew up, we became alone, and eventually wound up talking to one another. With our differences, we persevered to merge within our own society, and we became who we are now. With the influences of those from school, but also from the influences of each other. My home, my family, my school, and Sarina taught me how to be me.

Samuel Dennis: ILP w/ Technical.ly Philly.

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I recently landed an ILP with Technical.ly Philly, a news source website that connect other organizations and companies by writing different stories about them. My mentor, Juliana Reyes, has been guiding me since I started 4 weeks ago. Reyes is a committed writer to Technical.ly, and writes for multiple media sources. It has been a blast, and Technical.ly is moving to another location soon. With one story published already on their website, I am looking forward to publishing even more, and becoming a skilled writer along with everyone else I work with. With Technical.ly, I will be able to understand more about rh Philadelphia tech community, and I'll be able to change in ways that will benefit my writing and social skills.

Orange Is The New... Black? // Dennis Blog Post #3

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In my Blog Post #1 and Blog Post #2, I gave a tiny overview on Leukemia and what I did to learn more about it. Blog Post #1 was why I decided to do some research on the topic and my ties with it. Blog Post #2 was where I went to develop more information on the topic and explain even more facts to those who are concerned. And now I have reached my third Blog Post, and boy was it depressing.


Originally for my Agent Of Change, I was going to apply to the Ronald McDonald House of Charities to try my best and volunteer at a Family Room at The Children's Hospital to entertain and provide hope to different leukemia and cancer patients. Unfortunately for me, even when they promised a reply from their office in three days via email, I have yet to receive one. With my hope slowly deteriorating, I fled to The Children's Hospital of Philadelphia's website to submit another application for a one-time volunteering option. This time, the response time was a day at least. I believed that I had found my Agent Of Change yet again! Instead, I was emailed back almost instantly, stating that options was "No Longer Valid for Volunteering Options". I hope scattered, I believed my chances were slim for getting an uplifting grade on this project. I had only one option left, and I needed as much help as I could get. So I emailed my fellow classmates in Orange Stream and asked them to wear an orange specific shirt or accessory to show support for this cause.


And I was surprised by how much cooperation I had received!


Paul-Ann Whyte, Avery Measely, and Chuckie Copeland, all supporting Leukemia by wearing orange

I will definitely give special recognition when the post is drawing to a close. I asked different people in Orange Stream to show how much they cared for Leukemia by wearing orange to support the cause. Some were my closest friends, some people were even those who I have never met. Even some upperclassmen supported me and my Agent of Change.

Of course it's not enough people to end a horrible type of cancer like Leukemia. I mean, wearing shirts won't save anymore. But the reason for shirts is that they're just a STEP in the huge flight of stairs. This is awareness. The next step will be getting more people aware of Leukemia, and the next one will be attacking it head on. Sure that's a big leap, but the flight isn't done with just attacking. There's funding, supporting, and way more research.


Zoë Chernowski and Claire Byrnes, both rocking orange while in Art class.

After explaining to these people the situation my friend was in before being diagnosed, and how it compared to her personality AFTER being diagnosed, my friends were very sympathetic to me, and understood how hard it must have been to go through such an experience. My participants didn't want anything like this to continue in the world, and I am so very grateful for those who participated.


This was a last resort for me, and I feel like if it wasn't, I would've had WAY more participants. After a failed attempts at numerous businesses and charities, I feel as though this was a little second rate. But hey! It worked for me, and I raised a little awareness for those who didn't know much about it. If I knew that I was going to be rejected by multiple charities, I would've went with this obviously. Next time, I should try my best to go for something as simple, yet welcoming as this option for my Agent of Change. For now, I will continue to tell people the story of my beloved friend and hopefully get them on the side of fighting against Leukemia.

Thank you to the following people for your participation:
  • Paul-Ann Whyte
  • Chuckie Copeland
  • Zoë Chernowski
  • Claire Byrnes
  • Jamal Hampton
  • CJ Irwin-Diehl
  • Jhazzelle Majarucon
  • Kawthar Hasan
  • Jessica Guarino

Lets Keep It Up! Even Though We're Not Done Yet!

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This is it! My English Benchmark is over! I won't have to submit another Blog Post until next year!


This entire project was definitely a growing experience for me, as it taught me a lot of things. It was AMAZING! I thought it was such a wonderful experience to understand the concepts of Leukemia and then be able to pass it along to anyone I can. An experience at different places and seeing how they all react to the problems of Leukemia is very inspiring.


First off. WHY I choose Leukemia as my topic to attack. I have had a brutalizing past experience with Leukemia, as it was diagnosed to one of my closest friend and brought their life to a close. And that definitely changed the way I think and feel about Leukemia. I hate it. VERY much. It gives me a reason to try my best and change the outcome of its patients. Not so they end up like my friend, but so they can end up living their life to the fullest,, without any real worries. I guess it gave me a reason to attack this topic head on and get everyone else to know what happened to my friend, so they can support it too, and make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else anymore


Second, my research. Oh my. Was it was filled with trials and tribulations? Yes! It was hard to contact the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, but after getting a tour of the building, I have had a wonderful yet very emotional tour of the building,  and got insight on how they treat their patients. After a wonderful tour with Dr. Green, I had made my second blog post, ready to be seen by the public.


, my agent of change. After many failed attempts to reach out to CHOP once more, I've been forced to make my Agent of Change very short an unsuccessful, although I did spread my knowledge to some people who knew nothing about Leukemia

A Little More Hope For The Hopeless // Leukemia

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In my previous blog post, I discussed the different probabilities, the age range, and the multiple kinds of attractions for Leukemia. I explained my reasoning behind why I wanted to focus on this topic and gave various details about what Leukemia was as a variation of cancer. I noted that not everyone who is diagnosed with Leukemia has a high survival rate, depending on the type of Leukemia that you attract.


25% of all kids who are diagnosed with cancer will die. Remember that? Well, I didn't explain that fully until now. Leukemia has an 85% survival rate for each patient. Each patient has the same chances of surviving this disease, no matter what medications/drugs they took during the time. This is one of a plethora of information that I have gotten from my time at the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia.

The Children's Hospital Of Philadelphia (CHOP)

As this second blog will continues to shed light on the topic of Leukemia, I have returned from a 3 hour tour of the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. With the consent of Dr. Abby Green, I have acquired an abundant amount of information, learned the ins and outs of Leukemia and how it doesn't just affect the children diagnosed with it, but the families as well.


My interview and field observation was taken with Dr. Abby Green, an oncologist pediatric, who works with patients diagnosed with Leukemia frequently at the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia (CHOP). She has been admitted to this hospital once she exited medical school and has been assisting over 100 children for 8 years so far. Throughout my tour and interview, I got to see different patients and their recent statuses on how well they are taking this disease. Some were surviving and were being dismissed early. Others weren't so fortunate. It's hard to roam the halls and hear the voices of children, yelping in pain and agony. But I persevered and continued on with my tour with Dr. Green. When I first started asking Dr. Green my questions about Leukemia, it seemed like her mindset was up all night, waiting to answer these questions that would change her life forever.



A Hallway dedicated to patients that have been released from the hospital (Left). A patient of Dr. Green that has been admitted out and placed into this hallway (Right).


With Dr. Green's assistance and her 8 years of experience, diversifying and deeming with information will be useful from here on out will be hassle-free. With the information that I gathered from Dr. Green, I can use that as a foundation for what information I can use to build off of it. This will help add on to my new information with new upgraded statistics, rather than those from about 2012. Her responses are influential to my mindset of this disease. After going in to take a tour of the hospital, my mind has not been the same ever since my trip. I've often gone back to think about the screaming children which definitely disrupts my focus often now. Getting a firsthand experiences really did open my eyes a little. And it even put a little but of tears in them as well. Going from not knowing much about Leukemia to knowing enough to keep you up and night was definitely something that I'm happy I realized.


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(Left) A Family Room that is located on the third floor, right outside of the Oncology offices. (Right) Displayed artwork of children with Leukemia that was made within the family room.

For my "Agent of Change: Blog Post #3", I think I will plan on volunteering at Ronald McDonalds House of Charity. I will try my best to volunteer here and go back to the Children's Hospital to help with one of the Family Rooms. For those that don't know, Family Room's are selected rooms that are scattered across CHOP. They are there to give moral support to children and families by giving them different activities. For children and families alike, coping with Leukemia is a very difficult process, and by volunteering with this organization, I can try my best to explain my personal stories and also give different families that have been affected by this disease moral support and sympathy.


Leukemia: They Lived!

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25% of all kids who are diagnosed with cancer will die. That’s not a lie. It’s actually very far from it. I am interested in this topic because I have seen numerous amounts of people in my life battle this. Some reigned victories. Others didn't have the same fate. I saw it as a “necessity” in the world, rather than a “plague”. I didn't believe that cancer had meaning, even though it does. People are diagnosed with this life-threatening illness and I believed that they would have to live with it. I kept that mindset until my best friend perished from this illness. That’s finally when I realized that this is a dilemma that can’t be overlooked, and when I spotted the perfect opportunity, I would retaliate with all of the vigor I had within me. Cancer, more commonly distinguished as Leukemia with children, can be very life-changing. There are multiple ways that people are trying to thwart cancer from spreading throughout the world. But they don’t always have enough motivation and/or support to drive them through. It’s an illness that has yet to be terminated, and it is very difficult to avoid. Without a cure, that makes these patients’ chances slim.


Leukemia Charts
Leukemia Charts
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Leukemia is NOT contagious, but it is still possible to obtain. That doesn't mean that you’re not automatically safe without any real recognition. Leukemia is a blood cancer that is diagnosed every 3 minutes. Leukemia is rapidly affecting adolescents between the ages of 6-16, and the rate of diagnosis is going along steadily. It can even appear in adults that follow different methods and/or practices. Some of those practices, for example, are radiation, atomic bomb explosions, radiation therapy, smoking, chemotherapy, down syndrome, and even family lineage. To provide hope, Leukemia is not incurable. There are indeed many different ways to slow down and eventually cease the rapid growth of leukemia, but this method is not always successful. Chemotherapy is also prevented, since it is also a cause for this cancer to appear and grow.

With this project, I am still wondering how it will end up. I want to enlighten people, diagnosed or not, with some kind of hope for the future. There are many people who are living as captives to this illness and there are no found cures for them to escape it. I will conduct as much research as possible and provide my information to those who need it the most. While conducting my research, I want to find out if there is some breaking research that could possibly cease Leukemia altogether. As we move towards more futuristic equipment and technology, some medication  that could uphold this task isn't too far away to save the estimated 156,420 people with this disease.

Annotated Bibliography:

Q3 Art Reflection

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​A. What do you feel like you accomplished with your final drawing?  (keeping the rubric in mind. 20pts. - back wall, 20pts. side wall, 20pts. ceiling, 20pts. floor, 20pts. table/chair = 100pts.
  • I got the back wall, the side walls, ceiling (didn't get to draw anything on the tiles, though), floor, and three tables and chairs each. They are all present, but their "artistic quality" could be questioned.
B. What would you change or differently if you could do this project again?
  • I would try my best to draw the actual features of it. Just the drawing that are on the wall and the tiles.
C. Find a drawing on the wall that you think is successful. Describe it. Why is it successful?
  • I like the drawing that is colored in on the wall. Although it's not as proportional, the colors still make it pretty vibrant
D. What did you learn about one point perspective?
  • It's really difficult to handle. I can't stand it. But now I love it. It's something that i've adapted to and now I can make any picture look realistic with it.

Senorita Sessa

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Ella es Senorita Sessa! Una diversión, saliente, y a profesora de bioquimica. Señorita Sessa es a sido profesor en SLA sólo por un embargo, ella ha sabido trabajar su camino en nuestros corazones. Sra Sessa nació el primero de noviembre 1986. Sugerencia es veintiocho. Ella es una maestra muy joven y sorprendente. Toda su vida es muy interesante. Sra Sessa vivió en Alemania durante cuatro años. En esos cuatro años, se las arregló para aprender alemán y ahora lo habla muy bien. Este hecho hace que su bilinguee. ¿No te gustaría poder ser bilingüe? Bien lo hizo la Sra Sessa. Sra Sessa también estudió italiano junto a su alemán. Sin embargo, ella es terrible en español. A ella le encanta aprender idiomas y desea que ella puede aprender tanto como sea posible. Me pregunto cuál es el siguiente idioma en la lista es. Pero eso no es todo. Sra Sessa también es muy atlético. En su tiempo libre ella juega Ultimate Frisbee. Ella también sólo para pasar a ser un sofá para el equipo de Ultimate Frisbee aquí en SLA. Ella es también talento musical. Ella toca el bajo y es muy bueno en eso. Le encanta leer libros y es incluso también a cargo del club de lectura que ocurre durante el almuerzo en la escuela. Ella también es muy compasivo y es muy infantil en el interior también. A ella le gusta los gatos y tiene dos gatos de la suya propia. Una de nombre de su gato es Max y él es la cosa más adorable nunca. El otro nombre de uno es Pika. ¿Suena familiar? Bueno, eso es porque Pika fue nombrado después de Pikachu. Cuando compró este gato que originalmente quería un gato amarillo, pero no pudo encontrar uno así que se conformó con un una naranja. No está convencido Sra Sessa es impresionante todavía? Pues bien, amigo mío, no sabe el significado de impresionante.


SLA: La Escuela De Maravillas

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Español from Kaamil Jones on Vimeo.


SLA: La Escuela De Maravillas

¡Hola! ¡Bienvenidos a nuestra escuela, SLA! Mi nombre es Samuel. Yo soy del primer año en SLA. Yo estoy aquí con Kaamil Jones y Jelani McFadden. Te presento mis amigos y la familia de SLA. SLA es una escuela magnet en Filadelfia. Tenemos una experiencia con nuestras propias computadoras para aprender. Nuestra escuela está situada cerca de la tienda en la calle y a Trader Joe's. Nuestra escuela es algo grande. Nosotros tenemos 465 estudiantes y 20 profesores en la escuela. Nuestra escuela era fundar en el año 2006 por nuestro director, Señor Lehmann. ¡Aquí que las escaleras siempre están llenas! Tenemos veinte profesores en nuestra escuela. Ellos son tremendamente compasivo! ¡Tenemos un la variedad! ¡Tenemos futbol, último disco volador, pista y campo, baloncesto. ¡Lo que quieras, lo tenemos!

Hola, Mi Nombre es Kaamil Jones, a estudiante en SLA! Nosotros tener muchas clases. Nosotros tener Bioquímica, Matemáticas, inglés, español y drama. En bioquímica nosotros hacemos experimentos. nosotros disecar pigs. ¡Que lástima!  mi ingles profesora es Amal Giknis, Enseña muy bien. en inglés leemos libros. Leemos, To Kill A Mockingbird y Macbeth. Mi Matemáticas profesora es señorita Thompson. Es bastante estricta.

Los profesores de SLA son chéveres, interesantes y divertidos. Sin embargo son exigentes. Enseñan muy bien. Por ejemplo, el Sr. Kay enseña inglés. Es fantástico - sociable y deportista. Su clase es tranquila. El Sr. Block enseña historia. Es muy inteligente. Es de Nueva York. Y la Srta. Sessa enseña bioquímica. Los fines de semana le gusta ir a fiestas, escuchar música y cantar. Los estudiantes de SLA son trabajadores, encantadores y creativos. Hacemos proyectos divertidos. Trabajamos duro pero lo pasamos bien en nuestras clases. ¡Qué chévere!

Para nosotros por lo general SLA es para estudiantes trabajadores y listos.  Nos encanta la escuela porque es divertida y los profesores y los estudiantes son amables. Lo que más nos gusta de SLA es ingles clase. inglés es muy muy divertido y es facil. Señorita Giknis es muy chévere. Mi tambien encanta español.



SLA: La Escuela De Maravillas

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Samuel Dennis, Kaamil Jones, Jelani McFadden

Senorita Manuel

Español 1

06 February 2015

SLA: La Escuela De Maravillas

¡Hola! ¡Bienvenidos a nuestra escuela, SLA! Mi nombre es Samuel. Yo soy del primer año en SLA. Yo estoy aquí con Kaamil Jones y Jelani McFadden. Te presento mis amigos y la familia de SLA. SLA es una escuela magnet en Filadelfia. Tenemos una experiencia con nuestras propias computadoras para aprender. Nuestra escuela está situada cerca de la tienda en la calle y a Trader Joe's. Nuestra escuela es algo grande. Nosotros tenemos 465 estudiantes y 20 profesores en la escuela. Nuestra escuela era fundar en el año 2006 por nuestro director, Señor Lehmann. ¡Aquí que las escaleras siempre están llenas! Tenemos veinte profesores en nuestra escuela. Ellos son tremendamente compasivo! ¡Tenemos un la variedad! ¡Tenemos futbol, último disco volador, pista y campo, baloncesto. ¡Lo que quieras, lo tenemos!

Hola, Mi Nombre es Kaamil Jones, a estudiante en SLA! Nosotros tener muchas clases. Nosotros tener Bioquímica, Matemáticas, inglés, español y drama. En bioquímica nosotros hacemos experimentos. nosotros disecar pigs. ¡Que lástima! mi ingles profesora es Amal Giknis, Enseña muy bien. en inglés leemos libros. Leemos, To Kill A Mockingbird y Macbeth. Mi Matemáticas profesora es señorita Thompson. Es bastante estricta.

Los profesores de SLA son chéveres, interesantes y divertidos. Sin embargo son exigentes. Enseñan muy bien. Por ejemplo, el Sr. Kay enseña inglés. Es fantástico - sociable y deportista. Su clase es tranquila. El Sr. Block enseña historia. Es muy inteligente. Es de Nueva York. Y la Srta. Sessa enseña bioquímica. Los fines de semana le gusta ir a fiestas, escuchar música y cantar. Los estudiantes de SLA son trabajadores, encantadores y creativos. Hacemos proyectos divertidos. Trabajamos duro pero lo pasamos bien en nuestras clases. ¡Qué chévere!

Para nosotros por lo general SLA es para estudiantes trabajadores y listos.  Nos encanta la escuela porque es divertida y los profesores y los estudiantes son amables. Lo que más nos gusta de SLA es ingles clase.ingléss es muy muy divertido y es facil. Señorita Giknis es muy chévere. Mi tambien encanta español.



Dennis English 1 // "My Wife Made Me Do It" // Benchmark 2

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My project altogether is a small Comic Strip for the play, Macbeth.

My goals for this project was to have it submitted on time (check), have the coloring done before the scan (check), and to make it look like an actual comic (depends)
I hope people will notice how much I put into drawing it and that they know that there are a few flaws in this as well. I decided to show a little bit pof Lady Macbeth's transformation, I also decided to show her two-faced side throughout the story.
I would definitely try something new if I wasn't going to choose a comic strip. If I were to just make edits to this, I would just add a Part 2 to enhance more on Lady Macbeth's transformation. 

Samuel Dennis Español 1 // Q2 Benchmark Video

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  • Intro

    • ¡Hola! ¡Gracias por tu atención! Bienvenidos a mi vídeo. Soy ir a presento tú mis amigos y yo. ¡Comencemos!

  • Yo

    • ¡Hola! Mi nombre es Samuel. Soy de Seattle pero vivo en Filadelfia. Tengo catorce años y mi cumpleaños es diez de junio. Yo tengo café ojos y corto, rizado pelo. Asisto a Science Leadership Academy. Soy una mezla de razas. Soy de decendencia africano-americano y asiatico...

  • Ella

    • Te presento a mi amiga, Avery. Ella es de Filadelfia. Le gusta Starbomb, Egoraptor, Doritos y… Fanfiction (dramatic music). *STOP*...De todos maneras, tiene café, corto pelo y café ojos. Tengo catorce años. De vez en cuando, ella es muy loco y irritante. Ella nuncas deja de hablar y me sorprende. Con los que se dice, vamos a pasar a la próximo persona.

  • Él

    • Él es Christopher, su apodo es CJ. Él es de Filadelfia. Es muy mañoso, sin embargo, él es muy bueno. Le gusta memes, y el internet. Él es un poco extraño, pero él es bastante cómico. Depende del día, él puede ser serio o muy infantil.

  • Nosotros

    • Te presento a Zoë, Alex, Zaine, y yo. Asistimos a Science Leadership Academy. Nos gustan Five Night at Freddys, Tokyo Ghoul, y la música. Nosotros somos siempre juntos en la comida. Además, cuando tenemos tiempo libre, nosotros hablaremos con los demás.

  • Ellos

    • Ellos son Chuckie, Jamie, Cindy, Nathan y Fabian. Asisten a Science Leadership Academy. Son catorce y quince años. Todos ellos juegan un deporte. Nathan, Jamie y Fabián jugar último disco volador, Cindy jugar la carrera campo a través, y Chuckie jugar fútbol.

  • Fin

    • ¡Eso es todo! Una vez más, gracias por tú atención. ¡Adios!

Net Neutrality // Dennis Technology

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Net Neutrality

Net neutrality is not a lovely thing. It prevents people from doing reasonable things on the net. Most people think net neutrality is a way of ensuring that the net is not censored. Net neutrality is a way of allowing net providers to filter content that they think is illegal, or slow down things that they think is taking up much space.

Net Neutrality is something that teenagers shouldn't have to adapt towards for future references. It affects what they want to see on the internet and that's a very bad thing. The issue with Net Neutrality is that when we would use our different resources on the internet with limited access to multiple things, a bill would stil passed on to you and I, ever though the amount of information we received was not sufficient enough. This is very important with teenagers and their schoolwork. If they're not able to get certain information due to their ISP's personal decisions, the work that they are trying to complete would end up become a complete bust.

There are several things at play here. Specifically, lots of people appear to be under the impression that Net Neutrality is somehow controlling of the telephone services that all teenagers and adults have access to. Every phone call makes use of the same amount of "bandwidth". If a user wanted the ability to place more calls, they had to pay more money for phone lines. The rules being discussed by the FCC fundamentally amount to the same thing. One example of an essential that teenagers use all the time is Netflix. Netflix consumes HUGE amounts of bandwidth for its streaming services, which takes up a lot of bandwidth, IF they are willing to pay for it. Net neutrality isn't something that us teens should be forced to follow with certain service providers. It is ultimately our decision of what we want to see on the internet


Sources:

"Net Neutrality: This Is Serious." Net Neutrality: This Is Serious. N.p., n.d. Web. 23 Dec. 2014. <http://dig.csail.mit.edu/breadcrumbs/node/144>.

"Bill Moyers Blisters Obama for Abandoning His Net Neutrality Promises."Raw Story. N.p., n.d. Web. 23 Dec. 2014. <http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2014/05/bill-moyers-blisters-obama-for-abandoning-his-net-neutrality-promises/>.

Huber, Alisha. "Raise Your Hand If You Want Your Internet To Get Slower And More Expensive. If Not, Click Here." N.p., n.d. Web. 23 Dec. 2014. <http://www.upworthy.com/raise-your-hand-if-you-want-your-internet-to-get-slower-and-more-expensive-if-not-click-here>.

Dennis Media Fluency // Technology (2)

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Slide Describing Myself -- Dennis 1415 Technology (1)
​What did you change about your old slide? Why did you change it?
After getting some critical reviews from my classmates, I decided to change the image to have a higher DPI. Also, instead of having a tone of picture in the though bubble overlapping each other unevenly, I decided to have only one picture in each one to prove my point. I also changed the font and the color so people could see it better from a further distance. I changed it because the images, thought bubbles, and the font all didn't correspond with each other. Only and eye catching billboard will catch eyes. To make everything correspond with one another is a very important goal while making a billboard.

Dennis // Media Fluency

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in Technology- Freshmen - Hull - b1 on
​Why did you make the slide look the way it does?
I tried my best to relate to everyone who is going to be viewing this slide as a whole. I believe this type of situation happens to everyone and it would capture their attention for a good period of time. It also shows a very humorous side, instead of choosing regularly favored activities, they would trade it all in for the food. I do suffer from this problem numerous times, and I'm positive the audience can relate

What influenced your decision making?
After viewing a few more slides, other than the given ones, I have noticed that most of the slides that people like are slides that can give people a good chuckle. That will help advertise the slide and also help people remember the slide for future references. I tried to incorporate that into my slide. Also, I do have some traumatizing experiences with things such as this. 

Website Source (Link):
http://echopresentations.blogspot.com/2013/11/slides-are-like-billboards-design-like.html

Soy Rhett James McLaughin

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in Spanish 1 - Manuel - E on
​Hola! Me llamo Rhett James McLaughin! Tengo 37 (treinte-siete) años. Soy de North Carolina pero vivo en Los Angeles. Soy peludo, cómico, y loco. Me gust filmo YouTube video con mi amigo Link Neal. Te gusta comer, pasar un rato con amigos, y trabajar. ¿Te gusta comer extraño la cosa?

En 7-Eleven

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in Spanish 1 - Manuel - E on
En 7-Eleven
In the first unit, we learn useful phrases and things like the numbers, how to ask the price of things and ways to say "Thank you." We applied all these terms in our real-life situation:

Aah, 7-Eleven. Sam awaits to buy his coffee. As he approaches the cashier, He doesn't have the right change. Whatever shall we do?

Home Network ; Dennis

Posted by Menduyarka Dennis in Technology- Freshmen - Hull - b1 on
mind mapping software
My Home Network starts off with my ISP (internet service provider), which is Comcast.The internet comes in through my home from our Dining Hall from an Ethernet cable. This goes straight to my modem and router, which is separate. The two are then connected by another Ethernet cable and ultimately end by connecting to my desktop. The WiFi that is emitted then spreads through the house to connect all of the smartphones, laptops, tablets, and Smart TV's to the internet.
I did end up having an "OMG" moment when I realized that there were so many wires in my life. All those wires have a purpose for keeping the internet up and running in my house.
Advice for others. Libraries still exist. Of course the internet, in my opinion, will make all the libraries go out of business, so lets try NOT to make that happen. It is your choice. Knock yourself. But I guess if you want your parents to pay 765$ for internet every year, then go right ahead.


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