Hello, My name is Ronald Harper. I am a senior at the Science Leadership Academy and for my senior project I decided to talk about my work during my junior/senior year mentoring for a youth mentoring fitness program called “Youth mentoring Partnership”. I’ve been apart of this organization for over a year and every moment has impacted me greatly.
This is a program that is designated to build one on one relationships with children in empowerment communities across Philadelphia and surrounding areas. As a peer mentor for the program, I had to go through the training as if I was a child in the program, I had to go through the workouts, so I can built GRIT myself and I can walk the same walk and understand the effort the children I would be peer mentoring would be giving. I was assigned a child at the beginning of the program after I am finished my peer mentoring training. We work out every Wednesday from 4:30-6m, the goal of each workout is too make goals and reach them, finding the passion and perseverance to get through the trials, finding your edge and pushing through that. It teaches discipline, dedication, motivation and life lessons. More than a fitness program, I played a role model to these children who also have someone to talk too, confide in.
Old Fashioned Sugar Cookies
1. 1 cup butter, unsalted
2. 1 cup white sugar
3. 2 eggs, lightly beaten
4. 1 Teaspoons baking powder
- 1 Teaspoon salt.
AnalysisIn a bowl, cream the butter and sugar. Beat in the eggs and vanilla, in a second bowl, combine and mix well the flour, baking powder, and salt. Stir flour into butter mixture 1 cup at a time. Chill dough for 3 to 4 hours. Roll out dough and cut into shapes with cookie cutters or a knife. Brush with milk and sprinkle with colored sugar. Bake on a sheet pan for a parchment lined sheet pan in a preheated 350 degree F oven for 10 to 15 minutes depending on the size of the cookie. Remove cookies to cool completely.
I really enjoyed this unit because I love learning about ways to be more healthy, I’ve been trying to be healthy for a long time, but I just never knew were to start. I remember when we watched the TED talk that was called “Teach every Child About Food”. It was hard to watch because it was heartbreaking to hear about all of the kids that are in public schools, and get the wrong kinds of food, also hearing about the stories about the family member’s of those kids who have died from obesity, I’ve learned that it’s a slow killer. It makes me want to make some kind of change in the way that the children of our world eats, but even if I can’t do that.. I want to at least start from changing the way that I eat first.
Throughout this entire unit, I believe that I’ve learned a lot about the different ways that I can help the person next to me to eat right, and motivating myself to eat right, a lot of the warmups that we went though, warm-ups like the “Organic food” warmup, assignments like that really helped me open my eyes to what’s happening. I also learned that not everything that we think is organic, is really organic. I learned that I would really have to read the labels if I want to know what I’m eating, I can’t just trust the label that’s on the front of the food. It’s amazing to think that there isn’t really many food’s out there that’s truly organic. The food that you can find is really expensive. So you really can’t trust the advertisements that people give out. They should really change the way they portray organic food so that everyone can know what they’re actually eating.
I want to change the way that I am eating, doing this unit has made me a lot more motivated to change my diet, making sure I look at the labels of what I’m eating, before I eat it.. I learned lifelong material and I appreciate it.
I’ve never had much structure in my life, I’ve never had someone to sit me there and tell me about the ways of life, telling me how to do my chores, I never had anyone to tell me to sit down and do my homework.. Hell, I don’t even think my parents would have known what grade I was going to every year if my school wasn’t constantly sending progress notes about the trouble I caused in class that day. Frankly the only thing that I remember of the days were waking up in the morning, and falling asleep at night. It’s never been something that I wanted to think about because when I was younger I didn’t think I lived the childhood that all kids lived, I’ve always had the feeling like something was different than others. Not believing that I was ever better than others, But.. Just different.
I’ve always told myself that if I were to die tomorrow, I would be content with the state that I’m in, I’ve seen everything that I want to see, lived everything I wanted to live, felt everything that I wanted to feel, Ah shit, I don’t want to turn this into one of those stories where I’m going to express my suicidal thoughts and shit like that, Because that’s not me at all actually.. I don’t want to die, and I don’t have the balls to take my own life. But I feel like I’m ready, like.. I’m not scared.. ya feel me? I don’t feel myself either. Yeah it’s whatever.
Well let me get the hell out of feelings and hop out of this bed, I can hear my grandmother’s footsteps coming upstairs because it’s 10 minutes past my alarm clock and she doesn’t “Hear my footsteps”.... Aw shit, I hear em coming.
“TREEEEYYYYY!, you awake? get it moving, pick it up, I don’t hear my footsteps up there!!” Grandmother said
“Yes, I’m AWAKE! Jesus christ” *As I say it under my breath*
What’d you say?” Grandmother said
“Oh nothing, I love you!”
Grandmother walks back downstairs into the kitchen to finish breakfast
One thing that I’ve never understood is the way my grandmother tries to teach me “Responsibly” but always feels the need to baby me. Jesus Christ I’m eighteen years old. Maybe if she was too to stop babying me, you know? and start treating me like an eight year old, but then get on my case when I start acting like one. It’s like I can never win in this dreaded house. I hate life, Ard.. I don’t have the worst life when you see me in person and you if you didn’t know me.
I live in a pretty financially stable family, my neighborhood is filled with million dollar houses where you can’t see the faces of neighbors without walking up to their front door. We have three cars.. Three cars that I can’t even DRIVE! But ... O take deep breaths to calm myself down, Okay... Let’s breath, that’s beside the point. But yeah .. it’s okay. I live with my grandparents, my grandmother works for a federal judge, while my grandfather owns his own law firm.. Yeah I live with some stuck up people, but I love them.. I think? Guess I’ll find out when they die.
You can say I live the best of both worlds.. My mother lives in West philly, down at the bottom where you can’t see the sunlight.. She used to live in Germantown before my father took her house from her in a nasty Divorce, eh, that’s a whole other can of worms. But anyways... yeah I don’t see her to often.. she’s always busy and when she’s not, I’m always busy. We make phone calls to each other when we can, but it’s mostly phone tag. But when we do get on the phone, that’s okay.. But it’s a celebration every time we link up. Haha, Speaking of the devil
My phone started to ring and immediately I knew it was her. I picked up.
“Hey son, how are you?” Mother said
Oh I’m fine, I’ve been thinking about you, I miss you, We never get to see each other anymore, I wanted to know if we could hang out sometime, If I’m not busy like always.
“Oh that’s fine with me, just give me a time a date” Mother said
Okay, I’ll talk to you later mom, I love you!
It seems like those plans.. never plan out. I actually don’t remember the last time that I’ve seen my mother longer than for a hour. It seems like it’s ALWAYS something that comes in between us that stops us from hanging out, almost like something is watching me. FBI agents climbing in the trees and keeping their close eye on me as I try to make these plans and they’re like “Noooo nigga”. Whatever.. I should probably get ready to wake out the house, I look over at my phone
LUNCH TIME AT SCHOOL
When I walk into the lunchroom, I see a bunch of people that I'm really not friends with. I seem to have trouble making the friends that I actually want to keep around, or do they want to keep me around? I actually don’t know. It’s 11:30 and I have to leave early to go to the doctors, I don’t usually go and I don’t remember making an appointment but my grandmother called me to tell me that we we’re going at 1:30, well I guess that this day is cut short. Remember when I said that I didn’t wanna live anymore? I just hope that the doctor will tell me that I have some type of cancer or something.. Like Lung cancer? Nah fuck that.. that’s a slow death.
If there is anyone that I would want to talk too in this world right about now. it would be Dovi, See .. she’s this girl that I have 2nd period with everyday, we’ve actually never even spoke, but I don’t know why I haven’t talked to her anyways.. Every time that I want to talk to her, I just start folding and my stomach reaches toes and I just want to run away.. Shit shit.. She’s coming up the hallway and I have no where else to turn.
*Scares at Dovi walk by*
Hey Dovi! *Says in his head*
*She looks at Trey like a weirdo*
Shit shit, ahh it’s whatever. she was never going to notice me anyways. I’m just glad that I’m leaving now,
*Calls on the loudspeaker*
Trey Harper, COME TO THE OFFICE FOR EARLY DISMISSAL
Welp, I guess that’s my cry for help. I’m out of this hell hole, only for the day.
As I walk out the front doors of the school, I can see my grandmother in the car with a smile on her face, but I know deep down that she’s a bitter woman, but anyways that’s beside the point.. I get into the car and we say nothing to each other, I ask her why do I have to go to the doctors again. She kinda just ignores me for five minutes then tells me.
“It’s just a check-up on your surgery” She said
Ah, that dumbass surgery.. I remember it like it was yesterday. Well I actually don’t remember it at all. It was the summer of 10th grade when I spent a week a christian camp, It was some overnight camp in the middle of bubblefuck PA, the people were too nice and the food was nasty. I remember I would wake up every morning at Six O’clock on the dot to go into the bathroom and wash my face, brush my teeth and workout.. but anyways, I was playing football with a bunch of other kids and I slipped and hit my head on a rock that was in the park, the only rock that was in the park..
I was rushed to the Hospital that day on a helicopter, I barely remember the ride, I barely remember anything that happened before the day that happened, I had lost all of my long term memory, well there goes my childhood.. I was 17 years old and I didn’t even remember my 5th birthday party. I didn’t remember where I went to school and I didn’t even know who I was. My family tells me that I came out a different person once I got out that hospital.
When I got to the doctors to have a check up on my post surgery, I didn’t have much to say, I didn’t have anything to say at all actually. I never like talking about it because I start to think about my life before the surgery, and I don’t even remember my life before the surgery. The doctor just gave me a short talk about how I can get through it and how everything will eventually get better, and that I might be able to get my memory back, ah shit.. don’t get me excited.
After the doctors appointment, my grandmother and I got into the car and drove home, quiet as usual. I started to think about my past, like .. what if? I’ve always thought it was weird that my family never really tried to tell me, or let me know about my childhood.. It was just something that I learned to let go, But what if I found out about myself? the things that I got into, Hell.. I don’t even know if I’m a virgin or not.
Once I got home, sitting on my bed, I don’t know what to think about my life anymore, I think that I pretty much went over how I’m done with life right? I just want to know my life again.. Damn I have this crazy ass headache, this is the worse that I’ve ever had in a while, or just in my life, period. I think I’m going to grab some advil or something to take the pain away.
Oh I can feel that this advil isn’t working.. I’m going to need something more powerful. I don’t think that there is anything that’s in the medicine cabinet. Maybe if I just take a nap, when I wake up, I’ll feel all better and It’ll just wash away.. hopefully.
Whoaaaaaaa; what the hell? where am I? why does everything look so different?! HEY HEY!
I look around and I don’t see anywhere that looks familiar, I woke up in a car style bed, like when did I get this? where the hell am I? I don’t think that I’m home anymore, this is some crazy shit. I don’t even know where my phone is, I turn around to my left and I see a little ass boy laying in bed next to me, Aw shit, I’m not in pervert in this dream right? this is a dream right? I keep asking myself these questions when I know damn well I don’t know the answer too. I fell to the ground as I just jumped off the bed as fast as I could, I was frantic and worried like shit. I just want to get home, I hope I don’t end up in jail. I hear the door knob moving and I just know it’s someone’s parents rushing in, aw shit.. shit shit shit..
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR TREY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!” Random parents.
“Mommy! Daddy!!!!! Thank you!!!” Random boy laying in the bed.
“Come downstairs, we have something waiting for you baby!”
The boy next to me, jumps out of bed so excited.. runs out of the room to go downstairs, The only thing that’s going through my mind right now is that, HOW THE HELL DID THEY NOT SEE ME, WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!! and those parents look really familiar, familiar to my own parents. I’m so confused right now.. what is happening. I’m going to just walk out of this slowly and try my best to get out here.. As I’m creeping out the little kid’s bedroom and I take a quick peek out the hallway and I see a group of little kids rush past the room.. I slammed that door so hard because I didn’t wanna get caught. I peeked my head back into the hallway and I didn’t see anyone. I walked down the hallway towards the front door steps. I see shit load of people sitting down, kids running around the place and I didn’t know what to do with myself. Still, STILL.. Not one soul noticed me, it’s like everyone is just looking through me like I don’t exist, what is happening right now? The only thing that I see are a bunch of people screaming happy birthday to that boy with the same name as me.. man this shit is getting weirder and weirder.
When I was weirded out in the background, I noticed that the boy was wearing the same socks that I have in my drawer at home, My grandmother use to always tell me ”These were you were favorite socks when you were younger” she always told me to hold on to them that maybe one day, They’ll help me “Remember” I never knew what she was talking about ....
Holy shit, it’s my 5th birthday party...
Is this a memory? dream? what’s happening.
The crazy part is that I don’t think that I’ve ever seen this memory, I don’t remember being here, I don’t remember my parents ever being together.. my family being happy.. I notice that I had a smile on my face and all of these people around me who I didn’t even know, knew me.. where are all of these people now? I swear after this day, I’ve never seen these people in my life again. After the accident, I don’t remember seeing these people at all.. this was really weird. But really the only thing that I remember is me... living life after 10th grade. When I look at this, it doesn’t look like I was on the route to where I am now.
As I sat down and watched all of them play and have a party... I took one blank and I ended up in my bed at home.. I woke up .. but didn’t I already wake up? I’m so confused, what is happening right now? as I got out the bed I turned to my phone to tell who texted me, I had got multiple calls and messages from my friends asking me to come workout with them.. I was only asleep for a night? it felt like forever. I have to tell my friend Shawn this when I first see him.
As I got to school the next morning, I had to run and find shawn to tell him that I think I had a dream about my first memory. When I walked into first period I saw him sitting on the other side of the classroom by the window, I walk over there and sat down with him
“Yoooo Bro” I said
“Yo, what’s up bro” Shawn said
“I think I had a crazy ass dream last night, I don’t know if it was a dream, bad nightmare or both”
“What do you mean bro?”
“ I just had a dream that I woke up in the bed with my younger self.. It was my 5th birthday party and I walked through the house and saw everyone cheering for the little version of myself” it was weird as shit.”
“Damn that’s crazy”
I decided to let it go, thinking that it was just a dream.. maybe it was nothing important.. but I felt like I was in there forever, I couldn’t leave, and that headache though? why did I get a headache and thought about that before I actually fell asleep?
When I got home, I just went to my kitchen table and I sat down and looked for advil and other pills to secure my headache. I didn’t know why I was started to have these headaches more and more often and didn’t know what to do. I think that i'm going to go to bed and just hope that nothing happens, I'm going to sleep.
I woke up in a dark room where I didn’t know what was happening. I just got straight up and looked around. I walked out the room and I was at a school.. did I just walk out the cleaning closet? The first thing that I hear on the the loudspeaker is.
“TREY HARPER, PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE”
I didn’t know where that was so I just walked aimlessly around the school and I walked up a staircase and I saw this little light skin kid walk past me, he looked really sad, like he was about to get into a lot of trouble that he knew was coming to him. He walked into the office, so I followed him into the office and again.. it was like no one could see me. I saw that light skin kid sitting on the chair in the office and waiting to be called into the Principals office, I was just in the cut, watching him look like he was waiting for his death sentence..
As I was sitting down and watching everything progress. The principal called him into his office and I slipped into the office as he walked in there. Once we got into the office, he sat down and the principal and him started talking
“You have been being disrespectful lately, I can’t keep fighting for and standing up for you” said the Principal
“ I just .. I just don’t know.. I’m sorry” Trey
“ I’m sorry Trey.. but you’ve been expelled from Cedar Grove christian academy.”
As I was sitting in the background, I was thinking.. I didn’t know that I’ve gotten expelled from private school.. When I would ask about what middle school I went too, she told me that I went to Henry, she said that I transferred from some little school because I didn’t “fit in” whatever that meant. Was I always a bad child? I didn’t know what to do next.
I woke up the next morning wondering why I was going through these memories, it’s like I was jumping through. It seems like I’m getting my memory back.. every night I get a new memory every night and I get to re grow my past, to see why I’m the person I am today.. Ah man this is going to be a long ride.
In class, there is a reading the tale of shakespeare’s “The taming of the shew” in which the story takes place about a man who holds a clever mind and likes to make people confused and enjoys to play tricks on them. In the latest trick that the lord wants to pull is to make a female fall in love with him. I’m comparing this timely shakespeare story to a modern romance time in the movie titled “Think like a man”. Think like a man is about a group of male friends who all play a different type of man like one of the . And a group of female friends who all look at relationships different and they clash with one another.
In Taming of the shrew, there is a scene where Petruchio and Katherine have their first encounter and Katherine has a sharp tongue towards petruchio, and shows and he comes back with clever lines. He undermines her anger and calls her a wasp. She gets offended, telling them that if he keeps trying to pursue her, she will sting him.
PETRUCHIO: Come, come, you wasp, i’faith you are too angry.
KATHERINE: If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
PETRUCHIO: My remedy is then to pluck it out.
KATHERINE: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies.
PETRUCHIO: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
KATHERINE: In his tongue.
PETRUCHIO: Whose tongue?
KATHERINE: Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell.
PETRUCHIO: What, with my tongue in your tail?(II.i.207–214)
In this scene you see three characters, two of them being female (Mia towards the left and Sonia too the right) As they were finished speaking about how men doesn’t provide enough respect to woman, and how a woman should save her “Cookie” for at least 90 days before they give it up. After Mia is finished going on a rant about it. A man appears on the other side of Sonia and introduces himself to Mia. This is their first encounter, Mia still feels as though that all men aren’t shit so she has an immediate attitude when he starts talking. Like taming of the shew you see who people have their first encounter, first the girl has an attitude
“Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold”
In this quote it shows the speech that katerine gave at the end of the play that she finally came around and decided that she was actually getting married and gives a shocking transformation in her opinion of marriage and it stuns everyone else who is hearing those words come out of her mouth. This is surprising because she has had a set attitude and mindset throughout the entire movie and all of the sudden everything changes when she really thinks about it.
This is the ending scene of the movie with Candace realizes that money doesn’t matter in an relationship and she still loves him even though he lied about his job, the car he drives and the lifestyle that he lives.
Comparing these two romantic comedy tales. I’m going to be focusing on how male and females both look at relationships and the expectations that come with relationships, lies and deception in a relationships. While comparing these two stories. Honesty and deception plays a big role in how both male and females look towards relationships.
At the Beginning of my Sophomore year at Science leadership academy, I had an English 2 and World history class with Joshua Block, I didn’t walk into the classroom with the same understanding the beginning of the year that I’m walking out of with at the end of year, I walked in with a local understanding and mindset of the things happening around me and my concern for world rights and civil rights weren’t as strong. We’ve covered everything from poetry, to global education.
One of the things I’ve learned this year is poetry is definitely a form of self expression. In English class we covered a poetry unit, expanding on how you write poetry, what’s the meaning of it and what it does to help a person. We did a project called “A Poem a day”... which we made a poem every day for a week. A Riff, ode, I was raised by, Found poem, and an HAIKU poem. Out of every poem that I created. I was most attached to my I was raised By & Ode Poem.
“I was raised by that 100m mark,
The chance to take that Win, for lost, not for the team.. but for yourself”
A quote from my I was raised by poem I wrote during the year, before this year I was never the one to display what I love most, or my environment whenever we had to talk about “ourselves”. I’ve ran almost my entire life and never talked about it, never talked about how nervous it made me, how much it isn’t a team sport, I found this as a better way to express myself.
“It's thin, skinny, like it's been taking Zumba classes.
Shear dark skin, it's my black best friend.
I wish It'll spend more time with me, but good times always has an end it.
My gateway to connect to people, the music it plays are like stories, and I love listening,”
Describing things weren’t always my best ability to writing anything, especially to the last detail. These are a couple of lines from my Ode poem, describing something that you love, something that you see everyday or someone. Describing something in the most creative way possible, I had to use my imagination to the best standards I could've thought of, I was describing my Iphone in this poem, from what it does and how it looks like.
During the year we’ve learned that it’s always important to Defend yourself with evidence, this year in history class we did a trial on Multinational corporations and third world countries regarding the workers and how poorly they’re treated with the labor handed to them and the poor pay that third world country workers receive, who's the most Guilty? Well we did a trial debating the same question, The poor country Elites? the ones who look over the poor workers, watch them work for outside countries but does nothing about it? Multinational Corporations, the ones who pay these third world country elites to do their dirty work, but claims that they aren’t aware of what’s happening behind closed doors?
“We have no jurisdiction over the country or factories, all we do is make contracts with factory owners”
“You admitted that you with your own two feet walked and applied for these factory jobs.”
“Yes you help the poor countries out of your pockets, but you also contribute to their sweatshop lives”
These are just a couple of quotes from the trial of the multinational corporations, the different perspectives and views of different sides of each story, what you did and said to Defend yourself with Evidence.
During the year we had to keep a track of our thoughts in an english and history journal, but during the year in our English journal #39, we were talking about Freedom, Here’s a quote from my Journal My opinion and thoughts on this journal surrounded around Freedom, expressing how much we need it, when it isn’t given to us, how we live life.
As we were talking about Art, and how art is created. What we do to make art. It’s so abstract, anything could be art. I believe that art is a very effective form of expression oneself, In my Journal #43
People create art to express themselves, whatever is on their mind they put it on paper, wall, anything basically, doesn't exactly have to be material, It's good to have a background, It can add to the power of art because the setting help express an even deeper emotion.
- This project relates to the world in many ways, Architects measure buildings everyday in blueprints so that it can be brought to life, we had to find the height and vertical of every building, scale it to a paper size so that we can make our own block of a part of center city.
What did you learn from completing this project?
- I learned that it is difficult to find the measurements of a building, learned more how Architects sometimes find these measurements during different methods, I learned how to solve a proportion to finding the X for a building.
Where your accent stands, can also depend on where you live, your environment, culture, “Hood”, street, it all trickles down to something as simple as that, it can spread from the east coast to the west coast, to someone in your neighborhood & someone is the neighborhood right next to you, The language that people use in philly, differs from the language for people in Florida, even though both of the states/cites are on the same coast of the united states, It can range from anything.
Society can judge you based on your accent, your lingo, your slang, it can really be determined if you’re accepted into the community you’re in, even clique that the new kid wants to be apart of at school, morley this has to do with fitting in, people can even judge you on your speech, maybe assume you’re smarter than you are, or even dumber than you actually are. Your accent can go back to your ancestors, the way the language can also determine the way of someone’s life, you’re in your comfort zone, talking to a group of people who speaks different, can easily pull you out of the same comfort Zone, “Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.” - Carl Sandburg, New York times, 13 February 1959
I have a close friend named Dovi, she’s lived in philadelphia her entire life, she’s grown to be quite comfortable with the people she talks too, & even more important, The way she speaks, maybe when you’re so used to speaking some type of way, you start to think that everyone speaks the same way. Well last year her mother told her that they were moving to Florida to start a new life, when you’re moving, language isn’t the first thing that you think about when you’re also thinking about starting a new life, new friends, new atmosphere. She just assumed that since we’re all the same age, we spoke the same, she was in for something more when she moved. She started school in florida, she soon learned that almost everything is different, what people’s hobbies are, people’s opinions, including the language that people used down there, the generation gaps with elderly people, and the slang and lingo, the terms that she bought down there, the kids didn’t accept it, she felt like an outsider, different, but in a bad way, she was always the type to stand out and stay apart from something so regular and what was considered ordinary, but language can be the reason you don’t feel the same way anymore, it felt awkward and even threw her more out of her comfort Zone, she was used to the way people talked in Philadelphia, she loved the way people talked in philadelphia, she went down to florida with the philadelphia language, Philadelphia language, words such as “Young Boul” which means someone who's younger than you, or someone whose Immature, or “Dickeater”, means someone who is in your business, or someone who is annoying, “Bars” which means making fun of someone, or rapping, In florida Bars is “Roast” means talking about someone, “Spitting Game” means in philadelphia that you’re trying to talk to someone, get to know them better, but in florida, to talk to someone in florida, it means “Caked-up”, One more word “Lay” means that you have nice clothes, but in florida, it meant “Dress code” She noticed that slang there was different, She felt like she had to quickly adapt to what kids were saying in her new life, like that was the only way she was going to fit in, like you’re pushed into talking the way that they do, or else no one will understand you, you’ll be locked up in your own world, you couldn’t laugh with anyone, more importantly, you wouldn’t be able to relate to anyone but yourself.
But the same way that language separates people, it can also bring people together, being with someone different from you, you learn more, you find it interesting, it’s not the words that connect you with another person, “Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words” is a quote from the Islamic poet, jurist, Rumi. What this quote is saying that is isn’t always quite the language, but the person, doesn’t matter what language you’re speaking, what lingo, or slang you’re displaying to others, everyone can connect in some type of way.
Whoa, Sergeant said we’re going to have the country jails full of protesters for the next few months, Me personally I didn’t know what he was talking about, I just follow the orders, Hey John! , What protesters are we putting in the bag today? What? Keystone what? Pipeline? ... what is he talking about The keystone Pipeline? Well I guess I don’t ask questions. All I know is that I have to report to The park at 11, *Ring Ring* .. Hello? Hey Babe, I don’t think I’ll be home on time today, sergeant says It’s overtime season, No I don’t think It’ll turn violent, from what I hear it’s just a bunch of Tree huggers trying to stop construction from happening, you know how that goes honey, Yeah just fed the kids, leave a plate in the Microwave for me later on, I’ll get it, Hey hey babe, I gotta get back to work before the sergeant sees me slacking off again, Ok. I love you too, Bye. ... Serg! I’m coming, personal calls, you know how that goes, Oh you don’t know how it goes, Ok, Am I riding with John today? Ok We’ll take your Cruiser, How’s your family? That’s good, Yeah Just had a newborn, I need my job man, Times are hard, What did you go last week -- Damn, you see all of those protesters out there! They aren’t messing around, are we going to need riot shields? I might have to put some work in today, Let me keep this stick on me like I should, What signs are those people holding up? *Keystone Pipeline needs to be stopped* *Ruining The planet as we speak* , Ay John, what is this Pipeline? Wow, going through the united states? Wouldn’t something like this ruin the environment? Ahh you’re right, I guess we don’t need to know all of that. Hey Hey! You can’t protest here, It’s a working site, I’m going to have to arrest you if you don’t move now, Oh Guess you want it the hard way, Someone like you shouldn’t be in cuffs, I know you’re fighting for what you believe in, But some ways just aren’t the right ways.
Hey baby, I just found a job in the newspaper, construction, It’s temporary but It’ll do for the family, Our hard times are soon coming to an end! No more looking for our grandmother for the money we need, It’s to work on the keystone pipeline, Yes I know you have a problem with the keystone pipeline. But what other choice do I have? It’s either that or be jobless, You know I’ve been pulling strings out of my head for the past few months. Now I don’t want any arguments about it, I have responsibilities as the man of this house to serve and protect us, I have three mouths to feed, Clothes to for, bills, everything else! I don’t need to hear this lip from you woman, I’m going tomorrow morning to apply to his job now leave me alone! .... Hello, My name is Marty Mcfly, I was reading my daily newspaper, and ran across an article about a construction opening for the keystone pipeline, Yeah you hiring, Well here’s my resume, Uh Uh, You see at the bottom where it says I’m experienced in heavy lifting and working together, Yeah .. just keep that in mind, So you have an opening? That’s good, you don’t know how much I need this, I’ll be waiting for that call Sir, Thank you!
Obama Pre-debate prep
What economic status will this pipeline bring? I understand that it will create more jobs, But are the environment officials going to agree with my proposal? This could be a major swing in the election, The new Jobs will put about 4-6,000 people to work, But how temporary is that? What are the people’s votes on this, Dear God there’s just so much to talk about in this debate, I know Mitt is going to play dirty, But the issue is too big for me to not bring it up, ( Secret service official comes to in check on Obama ) Yes I’m fine, Thank you, ( Thinks in head ) Man, The debate is in 15 minutes, Everything is rushing through my head, I promised myself that I will do right by America, Work for the people, Not the other way around, C’mon, you got this. You know what you’re doing, I hear my name, Well ... Let’s go.
Here's my video for the "Obama debate Prep" Enjoy!
<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/51462814?title=1&byline=1&portrait=1" width="500" height="375" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe> <p><a href="http://vimeo.com/51462814">clip-2012-10-15 12;05;50</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user13827664">Ron Harper</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>
"No more than 6,000 pipeline workers needed on the job any given day." Inclimate news. Trans canada, n. d. Web. Web. 16 Oct. 2012. <http://insideclimatenews.org/news/20120117/keystone-xl-jobs-unions-transcanada-construction-liuna-unemployment-state-department-cornell>.
"Keystone’s Thousands of Jobs Fall to 20 When Pipeline Opens." Bloomburg. Jim Efstathiou Jr, n. d. Web. Web. 16 Oct. 2012.
"The Keystone Pipeline Revolt: Why Mass Arrests are Just the Beginning Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/the-keystone-pipeline-revolt-why-mass-arrests-are-just-the-beginning-20110928
6:15 in the morning, sitting at the corner of my bed with my eyes on the clock hoping that time will hopscotch to 7, O’clock, Holding on to my gold bedpost with the cold crisp air coming from the dark skies as I feel the wind hit my skin coming through the window. I only have one thought in my head “ALL OF THESE PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE AND NO ONE ARE OPENING GIFTS?!? THEY’RE CRAZY!” As I lay back down on my bed trying one more time to fall asleep. I feel something vibrating in my sheets, I through my sheets rapidly to see if I have a message from anyone, I Grab my phone to see to see that it’s my mother.
“ Merry Christmas Ron!” She said
“Merry christmas Mom” I happily said back
“I Miss you, I hope to see you soon” Said mother
“ I miss you too mom, I’ll get dad to drop me off today afternoon” I said
We hung up the phone after that, I laid in my sheets panicking to see everyone in my house, even though we’re all family, I was still shy coming around the family like they’re my new classmates in a new school year. I wondered why It’s always been like that between me and my grandparents, laying in my bed staring at the ceiling but my eyes were looking at memories and thoughts about my family... I looked at my phone to realize that it’s peeping 7, O’clock, The night before my father said when It hits 7AM, You’re allowed to leave your room to go down stairs, But I know I’ll end up leaving my room later than that because my father isn’t the lightest sleeper I know, and maybe just because I don’t like to be alone downstairs with my aunt & uncle, grandparents without my father, It’s just something about them I don’t like, I’ve always only been closer to my mother & her side, Well .. Just my mother, I guess it all started when I was a little child, My mother was always there for me, me and everyone else in my family just didn’t click with anyone else, I couldn’t laugh with anyone else like how I laugh with my mother, I just wasn’t as comfortable as I should be with my father, But I was damn sure more comfortable with my father than anyone else in the house.
I remember looking at my phone and I watch it hit 7:05, I slowly get out of my bed because the creeks in my bed make an alarming noise at the time, As I tiptoed to my door I stuck my fingers through it just to take a small peek with my eye to see if there was any sign of life walking down my hallway going down the stairs, All I could see with my left eye was my grandfather walking out of the room to walk downstairs, This sends some peace of mind in my head to let me know that someone is up & I wouldn’t be yelled at if I walked downstairs alone, But I still wanted to wait for my dad.
I opened my door at the way because I felt like I was serving a life sentence in my bedroom. I walked down my hallway on my burgundy carpet passing my bathroom to my right & my computer room towards my left, There is a set of back stairs to walk down other than taking the main way down, I stood there next to my bathroom looking down there to listen for anyone in the kitchen, As I post my eyes by the door, I actually hear my entire family downstairs in the kitchen laughing & cooking morning breakfast, Nasty eggs but I never complained out loud about anything unless I was angry, that never went well.
I slowly walked down the stairs amazed at the fact that it’s christmas morning, but everything really hasn’t hit me yet, apart of me was waking up to a regular day, but the other half of me was still a little child wanted to run to open the biggest gift that they lay there candy addicted eyes on, But I walked down to the kitchen where I learned that even my father was already down there at the stove making breakfast, Would've figured it was my grandparents making it, when I walked in I see my aunt and uncle sitting at the table by my window towards my right when I walk in, everyone screamed “GOOD MORNING RON! MERRY CHRISTMAS!” I awkwardly said hello to everyone with a fake smile like I woke up just to say merry christmas to the family that I don’t like, I sat at my island table towards the end at the back door hoping I’ll go unnoticed but that doesn’t usually work, depressing it doesn’t, My grandfather turns her body around the table to look at me and start a small talk conversation with me.
“Merry Christmas Ron, are you excited this morning” Grandmother said
“Same to you, Yes I am “ I said
Everyone but my father left the kitchen & Being the shy Anti family person I am, I chose to wait for my father as we cleans up the kitchen and collects everyone’s plates. My dad & I didn’t really have a very close relationship, but it was closer than everyone elses in the house, That’s a sad story. but it’s whatever.
We all got in a circle around my family room & said a prayer to be blessed on christmas morning, I held my fathers hand on my right, & my grandfathers hand on my left, My grandfather lead the prayer as he always does, It was short and sweet, everyone dropped hands and began to give each other gifts with dead christmas tree parts on it from sitting under the tree to long, everyone was opening gifts, my grandmother handed me one, Now I didn’t ask for much but money & a pair of Dre beats, from my expectations on previous years, I figured I was already going to be handed what I wanted, But instead I was handed a jean jacket that didn’t fit, and looked like a cowboy’s jacket, meanwhile I look to the corner of my eye & all I see is my uncle opening an IPAD 2 from my aunt, I brushed it off though, Christmas wasn’t over yet.
I opened up another gift that my grandmother gave to me, It was the Dre beats that I’ve been asking for, my eyes lit up like the fourth of july, I had a smile doing ear to ear, I know my christmas was better than ever, suddenly I was in the christmas mood, I felt like everything was finally coming into place, but Did I feel that way because I only got the gift? At first, Yes, But it opened my mind, to look at everyone’s reactions when they each got a gift from each other, the bear hugs given, all of the Kodak moments that were being made, I knew none of them were being missed because my grandfather just loved to hold history and take photo’s of every family get together.
This whole Time I know I’ve never been the closet to my family, but I still take hold times like these because I know they’ll never come back, and these are the people that will be with my until the end, I know I love my father, & the rest of the family I will in due time, But right now I just want to enjoy this moment.
Here are the Lyrics to my song.
Macbeth was just a man, Whose wife had a plan,
she basically woke up an said "Baby, take out your mans”.
He's wondering why? She wants the Fame and the fortune,
Consequences aren't important, now she's thinking in the moment.
He really didn't want to hurt her, but this was a different kind of murder. So every time she brought it up, he said " we will speak further ( Act 1.5, Line 63).
He was falling down a ladder, but to her It didn't matter, She was wondering how he could commit the crime and forget to drop the daggers, She was kinda mad, she was kinda hot, But he said " I cannot Bear to think on it I dare not"( Act II.2, Line54-55).
He could say he's heartless. We know he's bluffing,
That guilt rose faster than bread in an oven.
"O full of scorpions in my mind, wife you know that Banquo, and his Fleance lives" (Act II.2, Lines 1-2).
Do you know what that mean? He has a couple kids, They could come & take his home, watching his throne,
But they know what he’s about, never in much doubt, like a teenage date, he knew he had to Take Him OUT.
He always wanted more, decisions were kind of poor,
"I stepped in Blood so far that I can wade no more" (Act III.4, Lines 137-138).
That's something that he said, his mind is
going to shreds,
Where are those three witches Dressed as nurses with the Meds?
He's been going crazy, that's just something so amazing,
Going hard? Hardly, Macduff got an army, Late to your own funeral? Macbeth was kinda tardy, They fought to the finish, Macbeth’s Reign diminished, “And I will try my last, Before throwing my shield”(Act V.8, Lines 32-33)
But how are you balling, Playing the field? You would think that he would have begged, please baby please!
But He’ll rather die on his feet rather than live on his knees.
Como te llamas? Como estas?. Mi llamo Ronald harper, dey donde eres? Soy dey fhiladelfia. Cautos anos tienes? Yo teingo quiente anos. Yo soy bien. Y tu?
Me gusta jugar videojuegos Me gusta al cine Los fines de semana , Me gusta ir de compras los fines de semana y Cuando tengo tiempo libre. Me no gusta estudiar, Me no gusta ir a la escuela
Como eres tu? Yo soy alto, rubio, sociable y comico. Yo soy divertido estar de vago con.
Yo soy artistic. ¿Y a ti? ¿Que gusta hacer . Que music ate gusta escuhar? ¿Que te interesa?
Fhiladelfia es una ciudad entre la ciudad de Nueva York y la capital. Se conoce como “La cuidad de amor Fraternal”. Es una cuidad bastante grande. Responde cuando puedas
Buenos Dias- Good morning
Buenas tardes- Good afternoon
Ways to ask “How are you?”
“Como esta usted”
Ways to say hello.
“Hasta lvego!”- See you later
“Hasta prento”- See you soon
“Hasta manana”- See you tomorrow
“Chao” (Informal)- Bye
“Mucho Gusto”- Nice to meet you
“Unplacer”- It’s a pleasure,
you would say that with nice to meet you
Asking someone how are they?
Answers that you respond with
-So So/ Mas o Menos
Asking where they are from
-"De donde eres"- Where are you from?
You would answer with:
"Soy De"- I am from ____ Then you would say where you are from
Asking someone for their age
-"Cuantoes anoes tienes"- How old are you?
You would answer with:
-"Yo tengo _____ anos"- I am ___ years old
Asking for someones name:
-"Como te llamas?"- What is your name (Informal)
- Como se llama?" - What's your name (Formal)
You would say someone informal to somebody like your friend, Or just someone your own age